worldly ways and byways-第47章
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and anxious to get to our destination; a hope deferred; however;
for our boat was kept waiting forty long minutes; because;
forsooth; another train from somewhere in the South was behind
time。 Expostulations were in vain。 Being only the paying public;
we had no rights that those autocrats; the officials; were bound to
respect。 The argument that if they knew the southern train to be
so much behind; the ferry…boat would have plenty of time to take us
across and return; was of no avail; so; like a cargo of 〃moo…cows〃
(as the children say); we submitted meekly。 In order to make the
time pass more pleasantly for the two hundred people gathered on
the boat; a dusky potentate judged the moment appropriate to scrub
the cabin floors。 So; aided by a couple of subordinates; he
proceeded to deluge the entire place in floods of water; obliging
us to sit with our feet tucked up under us; splashing the ladies'
skirts and our wraps and belongings。
Such treatment of the public would have raised a riot anywhere but
in this land of freedom。 Do you suppose any one murmured? Not at
all。 The well…trained public had the air of being in church。 My
neighbors appeared astonished at my impatience; and informed me
that they were often detained in that way; as the company was short
of boats; but they hoped to have a new one in a year or two。 This
detail did not prevent that corporation advertising our train to
arrive in New York at three…thirteen; instead of which we landed at
four o'clock。 If a similar breach of contract had happened in
England; a dozen letters would have appeared in the 〃Times;〃 and
the grievance been well aired。
Another infliction to which all who travel in America are subjected
is the brushing atrocity。 Twenty minutes before a train arrives at
its destination; the despot who has taken no notice of any one up
to this moment; except to snub them; becomes suspiciously attentive
and insists on brushing everybody。 The dirt one traveller has been
accumulating is sent in clouds into the faces of his neighbors。
When he is polished off and has paid his 〃quarter〃 of tribute; the
next man gets up; and the dirt is then brushed back on to number
one; with number two's collection added。
Labiche begins one of his plays with two servants at work in a
salon。 〃Dusting;〃 says one of them; 〃is the art of sending the
dirt from the chair on the right over to the sofa on the left。〃 I
always think of that remark when I see the process performed in a
parlor car; for when it is over we are all exactly where we began。
If a man should shampoo his hair; or have his boots cleaned in a
salon; he would be ejected as a boor; yet the idea apparently never
enters the heads of those who soil and choke their fellow…
passengers that the brushing might be done in the vestibule。
On the subject of fresh air and heat we are also in the hands of
officials; dozens of passengers being made to suffer for the
caprices of one of their number; or the taste of some captious
invalid。 In other lands the rights of minorities are often
ignored。 With us it is the contrary。 One sniffling school…girl
who prefers a temperature of 80 degrees can force a car full of
people to swelter in an atmosphere that is death to them; because
she refuses either to put on her wraps or to have a window opened。
Street railways are torture…chambers where we slaves are made to
suffer in another way。 You must begin to reel and plunge towards
the door at least two blocks before your destination; so as to leap
to the ground when the car slows up; otherwise the conductor will
be offended with you; and carry you several squares too far; or
with a jocose 〃Step lively;〃 will grasp your elbow and shoot you
out。 Any one who should sit quietly in his place until the vehicle
had come to a full stop; would be regarded by the slave…driver and
his cargo as a POSEUR who was assuming airs。
The idea that cars and boats exist for the convenience of the
public was exploded long ago。 We are made; dozens of times a day;
to feel that this is no longer the case。 It is; on the contrary;
brought vividly home to us that such conveyances are money making
machines in the possession of powerful corporations (to whom we; in
our debasement; have handed over the freedom of our streets and
rivers); and are run in the interest and at the discretion of their
owners。
It is not only before the great and the powerful that we bow in
submission。 The shop…girl is another tyrant who has planted her
foot firmly on the neck of the nation。 She respects neither sex
nor age。 Ensconced behind the bulwark of her counter; she scorns
to notice humble aspirants until they have performed a preliminary
penance; a time she fills up in cheerful conversation addressed to
other young tyrants; only deciding to notice customers when she
sees their last grain of patience is exhausted。 She is often of a
merry mood; and if anything about your appearance or manner strikes
her critical sense as amusing; will laugh gayly with her companions
at your expense。
A French gentleman who speaks our language correctly but with some
accent; told me that he found it impossible to get served in our
stores; the shop…girls bursting with laughter before he could make
his wants known。
Not long ago I was at the Compagnie Lyonnaise in Paris with a stout
American lady; who insisted on tipping her chair forward on its
front legs as she selected some laces。 Suddenly the chair flew
from under her; and she sat violently on the polished floor in an
attitude so supremely comic that the rest of her party were
inwardly convulsed。 Not a muscle moved in the faces of the well…
trained clerks。 The proprietor assisted her to rise as gravely as
if he were bowing us to our carriage。
In restaurants American citizens are treated even worse than in the
shops。 You will see cowed customers who are anxious to get away to
their business or pleasure sitting mutely patient; until a waiter
happens to remember their orders。 I do not know a single
establishment in this city where the waiters take any notice of
their customers' arrival; or where the proprietor comes; toward the
end of the meal; to inquire if the dishes have been cooked to their
taste。 The interest so general on the Continent or in England is
replaced here by the same air of being disturbed from more
important occupations; that characterizes the shop…girl and
elevator boy。
Numbers of our people live apparently in awe of their servants and
the opinion of the tradespeople。 One middle…aged lady whom I
occasionally take to the theatre; insists when we arrive at her
door on my accompanying her to the elevator; in order that the
youth who presides therein may see that she has an escort; the
opinion of this subordinate apparently being of supreme importance
to her。 One of our 〃gilded youths〃 recently told me of a thrilling
adventure in which he had figured。 At the moment he was passing
under an awning on his way to a reception; a gust of wind sent his
hat gambolling down the block。 〃Think what a situation;〃 he
exclaimed。 〃There stood a group of my friends' footmen watching
me。 But I was equal to the situation and entered the house as if
nothing had happened!〃 Sir Walter Raleigh sacrificed a cloak to
please a queen。 This youth abandoned a new hat; fearing the
laughter of a half…dozen servants。
One of the reasons why we have become so weak in the presence of
our paid masters is that nowhere is the individual allowed to
protest。 The other night a friend who was with me at a theatre
considered the acting inferior; and expressed his opinion by
hissing。 He was promptly ejected by a policeman。 The man next me
was; on the contrary; so pleased with the piece that he encored
every song。 I had paid to see the piec