the people of the abyss(深渊居民)-第31章
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We knew that the casual wards were over…crowded； also； that if we
begged from farmer or villager； there was a large likelihood of our going
to jail for fourteen days。 What was to be done？ We looked at each
other in despair …
… Not a bit of it。 We joyfully thanked God that we were not as other
men； especially hoppers； and went down the road to Maidstone； jingling in
our pockets the half…crowns and florins we had brought from London。
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CHAPTER XVTHE SEA WIFE
You might not expect to find the Sea Wife in the heart of Kent； but that
is where I found her； in a mean street； in the poor quarter of Maidstone。
In her window she had no sign of lodgings to let； and persuasion was
necessary before she could bring herself to let me sleep in her front room。
In the evening I descended to the semi… subterranean kitchen； and talked
with her and her old man； Thomas Mugridge by name。
And as I talked to them； all the subtleties and complexities of this
tremendous machine civilisation vanished away。 It seemed that I went
down through the skin and the flesh to the naked soul of it； and in Thomas
Mugridge and his old woman gripped hold of the essence of this
remarkable English breed。 I found there the spirit of the wanderlust
which has lured Albion's sons across the zones； and I found there the
colossal unreckoning which has tricked the English into foolish
squabblings and preposterous fights； and the doggedness and stubbornness
which have brought them blindly through to empire and greatness； and
likewise I found that vast； incomprehensible patience which has enabled
the home population to endure under the burden of it all； to toil without
complaint through the weary years； and docilely to yield the best of its
sons to fight and colonise to the ends of the earth。
Thomas Mugridge was seventy…one years old and a little man。 It was
because he was little that he had not gone for a soldier。 He had remained
at home and worked。 His first recollections were connected with work。
He knew nothing else but work。 He had worked all his days； and at
seventy…one he still worked。 Each morning saw him up with the lark and
afield； a day labourer； for as such he had been born。 Mrs。 Mugridge was
seventy…three。 From seven years of age she had worked in the fields；
doing a boy's work at first； and later a man's。 She still worked； keeping
the house shining； washing； boiling； and baking； and； with my advent；
cooking for me and shaming me by making my bed。 At the end of
threescore years and more of work they possessed nothing； had nothing to
look forward to save more work。 And they were contented。 They
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expected nothing else； desired nothing else。
They lived simply。 Their wants were fewa pint of beer at the end of
the day； sipped in the semi…subterranean kitchen； a weekly paper to pore
over for seven nights hand…running； and conversation as meditative and
vacant as the chewing of a heifer's cud。 From a wood engraving on the
wall a slender； angelic girl looked down upon them； and underneath was
the legend： 〃Our Future Queen。〃 And from a highly coloured
lithograph alongside looked down a stout and elderly lady； with
underneath： 〃Our QueenDiamond Jubilee。〃
〃What you earn is sweetest；〃 quoth Mrs。 Mugridge； when I suggested
that it was about time they took a rest。
〃No； an' we don't want help；〃 said Thomas Mugridge； in reply to my
question as to whether the children lent them a hand。
〃We'll work till we dry up and blow away； mother an' me；〃 he added；
and Mrs。 Mugridge nodded her head in vigorous indorsement。
Fifteen children she had borne； and all were away and gone； or dead。
The 〃baby；〃 however； lived in Maidstone； and she was twenty…seven。
When the children married they had their hands full with their own
families and troubles； like their fathers and mothers before them。
Where were the children？ Ah； where were they not？ Lizzie was in
Australia； Mary was in Buenos Ayres； Poll was in New York； Joe had died
in Indiaand so they called them up； the living and the dead； soldier and
sailor； and colonist's wife； for the traveller's sake who sat in their kitchen。
They passed me a photograph。 A trim young fellow； in soldier's garb
looked out at me。
〃And which son is this？〃 I asked。
They laughed a hearty chorus。 Son！ Nay； grandson； just back from
Indian service and a soldier…trumpeter to the King。 His brother was in
the same regiment with him。 And so it ran； sons and daughters； and
grand sons and daughters； world…wanderers and empire…builders； all of
them； while the old folks stayed at home and worked at building empire
too。
〃There dwells a wife by the Northern Gate； And a wealthy wife is she；
She breeds a breed o' rovin' men And casts them over sea。
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〃And some are drowned in deep water； And some in sight of shore；
And word goes back to the weary wife； And ever she sends more。〃
But the Sea Wife's child…bearing is about done。 The stock is running
out； and the planet is filling up。 The wives of her sons may carry on the
breed； but her work is past。 The erstwhile men of England are now the
men of Australia； of Africa； of America。 England has sent forth 〃the best
she breeds〃 for so long； and has destroyed those that remained so fiercely；
that little remains for her to do but to sit down through the long nights and
gaze at royalty on the wall。
The true British merchant seaman has passed away。 The merchant
service is no longer a recruiting ground for such sea dogs as fought with
Nelson at Trafalgar and the Nile。 Foreigners largely man the merchant
ships； though Englishmen still continue to officer them and to prefer
foreigners for'ard。 In South Africa the colonial teaches the islander how
to shoot； and the officers muddle and blunder； while at home the street
people play hysterically at mafficking； and the War Office lowers the
stature for enlistment。
It could not be otherwise。 The most complacent Britisher cannot
hope to draw off the life…blood； and underfeed； and keep it up forever。
The average Mrs。 Thomas Mugridge has been driven into the city； and she
is not breeding very much of anything save an anaemic and sickly progeny
which cannot find enough to eat。 The strength of the English…speaking
race to…day is not in the tight little island； but in the New World overseas；
where are the sons and daughters of Mrs。 Thoma
