an inland voyage-第22章
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stent with mental brilliancy； not exactly profitable in a money point of view； but very calm； golden； and incurious； and one that sets a man superior to alarms。 It may be best figured by supposing yourself to get dead drunk； and yet keep sober to enjoy it。 I have a notion that open…air labourers must spend a large portion of their days in this ecstatic stupor； which explains their high composure and endurance。 A pity to go to the expense of laudanum； when here is a better paradise for nothing！
This frame of mind was the great exploit of our voyage； take it all in all。 It was the farthest piece of travel accomplished。 Indeed； it lies so far from beaten paths of language； that I despair of getting the reader into sympathy with the smiling； complacent idiocy of my condition； when ideas came and went like motes in a sunbeam； when trees and church spires along the bank surged up； from time to time into my notice； like solid objects through a rolling cloudland； when the rhythmical swish of boat and paddle in the water became a cradle…song to lull my thoughts asleep； when a piece of mud on the deck was sometimes an intolerable eyesore； and sometimes quite a companion for me； and the object of pleased consideration； … and all the time； with the river running and the shores changing upon either hand； I kept counting my strokes and forgetting the hundreds； the happiest animal in France。
DOWN THE OISE： CHURCH INTERIORS
WE made our first stage below Compiegne to Pont Sainte Maxence。 I was abroad a little after six the next morning。 The air was biting； and smelt of frost。 In an open place a score of women wrangled together over the day's market； and the noise of their negotiation sounded thin and querulous like that of sparrows on a winter's morning。 The rare passengers blew into their hands； and shuffled in their wooden shoes to set the blood agog。 The streets were full of icy shadow； although the chimneys were smoking overhead in golden sunshine。 If you wake early enough at this season of the year； you may get up in December to break your fast in June。
I found my way to the church； for there is always something to see about a church； whether living worshippers or dead men's tombs； you find there the deadliest earnest； and the hollowest deceit； and even where it is not a piece of history； it will be certain to leak out some contemporary gossip。 It was scarcely so cold in the church as it was without； but it looked colder。 The white nave was positively arctic to the eye； and the tawdriness of a continental altar looked more forlorn than usual in the solitude and the bleak air。 Two priests sat in the chancel； reading and waiting penitents； and out in the nave； one very old woman was engaged in her devotions。 It was a wonder how she was able to pass her beads when healthy young people were breathing in their palms and slapping their chest； but though this concerned me； I was yet more dispirited by the nature of her exercises。 She went from chair to chair； from altar to altar； circumnavigating the church。 To each shrine she dedicated an equal number of beads and an equal length of time。 Like a prudent capitalist with a somewhat cynical view of the commercial prospect； she desired to place her supplications in a great variety of heavenly securities。 She would risk nothing on the credit of any single intercessor。 Out of the whole company of saints and angels； not one but was to suppose himself her champion elect against the Great Assize！ I could only think of it as a dull； transparent jugglery； based upon unconscious unbelief。
She was as dead an old woman as ever I saw； no more than bone and parchment； curiously put together。 Her eyes； with which she interrogated mine； were vacant of sense。 It depends on what you call seeing； whether you might not call her blind。 Perhaps she had known love： perhaps borne children； suckled them and given them pet names。 But now that was all gone by； and had left her neither happier nor wiser； and the best she could do with her mornings was to come up here into the cold church and juggle for a slice of heaven。 It was not without a gulp that I escaped into the streets and the keen morning air。 Morning？ why； how tired of it she would be before night！ and if she did not sleep； how then？ It is fortunate that not many of us are brought up publicly to justify our lives at the bar of threescore years and ten； fortunate that such a number are knocked opportunely on the head in what they call the flower of their years； and go away to suffer for their follies in private somewhere else。 Otherwise； between sick children and discontented old folk； we might be put out of all conceit of life。
I had need of all my cerebral hygiene during that day's paddle： the old devotee stuck in my throat sorely。 But I was soon in the seventh heaven of stupidity； and knew nothing but that somebody was paddling a canoe； while I was counting his strokes and forgetting the hundreds。 I used sometimes to be afraid I should remember the hundreds； which would have made a toil of a pleasure； but the terror was chimerical； they went out of my mind by enchantment； and I knew no more than the man in the moon about my only occupation。
At Creil； where we stopped to lunch； we left the canoes in another floating lavatory； which； as it was high noon； was packed with washerwomen； red…handed and loud…voiced； and they and their broad jokes are about all I remember of the place。 I could look up my history…books； if you were very anxious； and tell you a date or two； for it figured rather largely in the English wars。 But I prefer to mention a girls' boarding…school； which had an interest for us because it was a girls' boarding…school； and because we imagined we had rather an interest for it。 At least … there were the girls about the garden； and here were we on the river； and there was more than one handkerchief waved as we went by。 It caused quite a stir in my heart； and yet how we should have wearied and despised each other； these girls and I； if we had been introduced at a croquet…party！ But this is a fashion I love： to kiss the hand or wave a handkerchief to people I shall never see again； to play with possibility； and knock in a peg for fancy to hang upon。 It gives the traveller a jog； reminds him that he is not a traveller everywhere； and that his journey is no more than a siesta by the way on the real march of life。
The church at Creil was a nondescript place in the inside； splashed with gaudy lights from the windows； and picked out with medallions of the Dolorous Way。 But there was one oddity； in the way of an EX VOTO； which pleased me hugely： a faithful model of a canal boat； swung from the vault； with a written aspiration that God should conduct the SAINT NICOLAS of Creil to a good haven。 The thing was neatly executed； and would have made the delight of a party of boys on the water…side。 But what tickled me was the gravity of the peril to be conjured。 You might hang up the model of a sea…going ship； and welcome： one that is to plough a furrow round the world； and visit the tropic or the frosty poles； runs dangers that are well worth a candle and a mass。 But the SAINT NICOLAS of Creil； which was to be tugged for some ten years by patient draught… horses； in a weedy canal； with the poplars chattering overhead； and the skipper whistling at the tiller； which was to do all its errands in green inland places； and never get out of sight of a village belfry in all its cruising； why； you would have thought if anything could be done without the intervention of Providence； it would be that！ But perhaps the skipper was a humorist： or perhaps a prophet； reminding people of the seriousness of life by this preposterous token。
At Creil； as at Noyon； Saint Joseph seemed a favourite saint on the score of punctuality。 Day and hour can be specified； and grateful people do not fail to specify them on a votive tablet； when prayers have been punctually and neatly answered。 Whenever time is a consideration； Saint Joseph is the proper intermediary。 I took a sort of pleasure in observing
