an inland voyage-第11章
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。 There should be a flageolet； whence the CIGARETTE； with cunning touch； should draw melting music under the stars； or perhaps； laying that aside； upraise his voice … somewhat thinner than of yore； and with here and there a quaver； or call it a natural grace…note … in rich and solemn psalmody。
All this； simmering in my mind； set me wishing to go aboard one of these ideal houses of lounging。 I had plenty to choose from； as I coasted one after another； and the dogs bayed at me for a vagrant。 At last I saw a nice old man and his wife looking at me with some interest； so I gave them good…day and pulled up alongside。 I began with a remark upon their dog； which had somewhat the look of a pointer； thence I slid into a compliment on Madame's flowers； and thence into a word in praise of their way of life。
If you ventured on such an experiment in England you would get a slap in the face at once。 The life would be shown to be a vile one； not without a side shot at your better fortune。 Now； what I like so much in France is the clear unflinching recognition by everybody of his own luck。 They all know on which side their bread is buttered； and take a pleasure in showing it to others； which is surely the better part of religion。 And they scorn to make a poor mouth over their poverty； which I take to be the better part of manliness。 I have heard a woman in quite a better position at home； with a good bit of money in hand； refer to her own child with a horrid whine as 'a poor man's child。' I would not say such a thing to the Duke of Westminster。 And the French are full of this spirit of independence。 Perhaps it is the result of republican institutions； as they call them。 Much more likely it is because there are so few people really poor； that the whiners are not enough to keep each other in countenance。
The people on the barge were delighted to hear that I admired their state。 They understood perfectly well； they told me； how Monsieur envied them。 Without doubt Monsieur was rich； and in that case he might make a canal boat as pretty as a villa … JOLI COMME UN CHATEAU。 And with that they invited me on board their own water villa。 They apologised for their cabin； they had not been rich enough to make it as it ought to be。
'The fire should have been here； at this side。' explained the husband。 'Then one might have a writing…table in the middle … books … and' （comprehensively） 'all。 It would be quite coquettish … CA SERAIT TOUT…A…FAIT COQUET。' And he looked about him as though the improvements were already made。 It was plainly not the first time that he had thus beautified his cabin in imagination； and when next he makes a bit； I should expect to see the writing…table in the middle。
Madame had three birds in a cage。 They were no great thing； she explained。 Fine birds were so dear。 They had sought to get a HOLLANDAIS last winter in Rouen （Rouen？ thought I； and is this whole mansion； with its dogs and birds and smoking chimneys； so far a traveller as that？ and as homely an object among the cliffs and orchards of the Seine as on the green plains of Sambre？） … they had sought to get a HOLLANDAIS last winter in Rouen； but these cost fifteen francs apiece … picture it … fifteen francs！
'POUR UN TOUT PETIT OISEAU … For quite a little bird；' added the husband。
As I continued to admire； the apologetics died away； and the good people began to brag of their barge； and their happy condition in life； as if they had been Emperor and Empress of the Indies。 It was； in the Scots phrase； a good hearing； and put me in good humour with the world。 If people knew what an inspiriting thing it is to hear a man boasting； so long as he boasts of what he really has； I believe they would do it more freely and with a better grace。
They began to ask about our voyage。 You should have seen how they sympathised。 They seemed half ready to give up their barge and follow us。 But these CANALETTI are only gypsies semi…domesticated。 The semi…domestication came out in rather a pretty form。 Suddenly Madam's brow darkened。 'CEPENDANT；' she began； and then stopped； and then began again by asking me if I were single？
'Yes；' said I。
'And your friend who went by just now？'
He also was unmarried。
O then … all was well。 She could not have wives left alone at home； but since there were no wives in the question； we were doing the best we could。
'To see about one in the world；' said the husband； 'IL N'Y A QUE CA … there is nothing else worth while。 A man； look you； who sticks in his own village like a bear；' he went on； ' … very well； he sees nothing。 And then death is the end of all。 And he has seen nothing。'
Madame reminded her husband of an Englishman who had come up this canal in a steamer。
'Perhaps Mr。 Moens in the YTENE；' I suggested。
'That's it；' assented the husband。 'He had his wife and family with him； and servants。 He came ashore at all the locks and asked the name of the villages； whether from boatmen or lock…keepers； and then he wrote； wrote them down。 Oh； he wrote enormously！ I suppose it was a wager。'
A wager was a common enough explanation for our own exploits； but it seemed an original reason for taking notes。
THE OISE IN FLOOD
BEFORE nine next morning the two canoes were installed on a light country cart at Etreux： and we were soon following them along the side of a pleasant valley full of hop…gardens and poplars。 Agreeable villages lay here and there on the slope of the hill； notably； Tupigny； with the hop…poles hanging their garlands in the very street； and the houses clustered with grapes。 There was a faint enthusiasm on our passage； weavers put their heads to the windows； children cried out in ecstasy at sight of the two 'boaties' … BARGUETTES： and bloused pedestrians； who were acquainted with our charioteer； jested with him on the nature of his freight。
We had a shower or two； but light and flying。 The air was clean and sweet among all these green fields and green things growing。 There was not a touch of autumn in the weather。 And when； at Vadencourt； we launched from a little lawn opposite a mill； the sun broke forth and set all the leaves shining in the valley of the Oise。
The river was swollen with the long rains。 From Vadencourt all the way to Origny； it ran with ever…quickening speed； taking fresh heart at each mile； and racing as though it already smelt the sea。 The water was yellow and turbulent； swung with an angry eddy among half…submerged willows； and made an angry clatter along stony shores。 The course kept turning and turning in a narrow and well… timbered valley。 Now the river would approach the side； and run griding along the chalky base of the hill； and show us a few open colza…fields among the trees。 Now it would skirt the garden…walls of houses； where we might catch a glimpse through a doorway； and see a priest pacing in the chequered sunlight。 Again； the foliage closed so thickly in front； that there seemed to be no issue； only a thicket of willows； overtopped by elms and poplars； under which the river ran flush and fleet； and where a kingfisher flew past like a piece of the blue sky。 On these different manifestations the sun poured its clear and catholic looks。 The shadows lay as solid on the swift surface of the stream as on the stable meadows。 The light sparkled golden in the dancing poplar leaves； and brought the hills into communion with our eyes。 And all the while the river never stopped running or took breath； and the reeds along the whole valley stood shivering from top to toe。
There should be some myth （but if there is； I know it not） founded on the shivering of the reeds。 There are not many things in nature more striking to man's eye。 It is such an eloquent pantomime of terror； and to see such a number of terrified creatures taking sanctuary in every nook along the shore； is enough to infect a silly human with alarm。 Perhaps they are only a…cold； and no wonder； standing waist…deep in the stream。 Or perhaps they have never got accustomed to the speed and fury of the river's flux； or the miracle of its continuous b
