an inland voyage-第3章
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of the CIGARETTE。
It is almost unnecessary to mention that when lunch was over and we got aboard again and made sail； the wind promptly died away。 The rest of the journey to Villevorde； we still spread our canvas to the unfavouring air； and with now and then a puff； and now and then a spell of paddling； drifted along from lock to lock； between the orderly trees。
It was a fine； green； fat landscape； or rather a mere green water… lane； going on from village to village。 Things had a settled look； as in places long lived in。 Crop…headed children spat upon us from the bridges as we went below； with a true conservative feeling。 But even more conservative were the fishermen； intent upon their floats； who let us go by without one glance。 They perched upon sterlings and buttresses and along the slope of the embankment； gently occupied。 They were indifferent； like pieces of dead nature。 They did not move any more than if they had been fishing in an old Dutch print。 The leaves fluttered； the water lapped； but they continued in one stay like so many churches established by law。 You might have trepanned every one of their innocent heads； and found no more than so much coiled fishing…line below their skulls。 I do not care for your stalwart fellows in india…rubber stockings breasting up mountain torrents with a salmon rod； but I do dearly love the class of man who plies his unfruitful art； for ever and a day； by still and depopulated waters。
At the last lock； just beyond Villevorde； there was a lock…mistress who spoke French comprehensibly； and told us we were still a couple of leagues from Brussels。 At the same place； the rain began again。 It fell in straight； parallel lines； and the surface of the canal was thrown up into an infinity of little crystal fountains。 There were no beds to be had in the neighbourhood。 Nothing for it but to lay the sails aside and address ourselves to steady paddling in the rain。
Beautiful country houses； with clocks and long lines of shuttered windows； and fine old trees standing in groves and avenues； gave a rich and sombre aspect in the rain and the deepening dusk to the shores of the canal。 I seem to have seen something of the same effect in engravings： opulent landscapes； deserted and overhung with the passage of storm。 And throughout we had the escort of a hooded cart； which trotted shabbily along the tow…path； and kept at an almost uniform distance in our wake。
THE ROYAL SPORT NAUTIQUE
THE rain took off near Laeken。 But the sun was already down； the air was chill； and we had scarcely a dry stitch between the pair of us。 Nay； now we found ourselves near the end of the Allee Verte； and on the very threshold of Brussels； we were confronted by a serious difficulty。 The shores were closely lined by canal boats waiting their turn at the lock。 Nowhere was there any convenient landing…place； nowhere so much as a stable…yard to leave the canoes in for the night。 We scrambled ashore and entered an ESTAMINET where some sorry fellows were drinking with the landlord。 The landlord was pretty round with us； he knew of no coach…house or stable…yard； nothing of the sort； and seeing we had come with no mind to drink； he did not conceal his impatience to be rid of us。 One of the sorry fellows came to the rescue。 Somewhere in the corner of the basin there was a slip； he informed us； and something else besides； not very clearly defined by him； but hopefully construed by his hearers。
Sure enough there was the slip in the corner of the basin； and at the top of it two nice…looking lads in boating clothes。 The ARETHUSA addressed himself to these。 One of them said there would be no difficulty about a night's lodging for our boats； and the other； taking a cigarette from his lips； inquired if they were made by Searle and Son。 The name was quite an introduction。 Half…a… dozen other young men came out of a boat…house bearing the superscription ROYAL SPORT NAUTIQUE； and joined in the talk。 They were all very polite； voluble； and enthusiastic； and their discourse was interlarded with English boating terms； and the names of English boat…builders and English clubs。 I do not know； to my shame； any spot in my native land where I should have been so warmly received by the same number of people。 We were English boating…men； and the Belgian boating…men fell upon our necks。 I wonder if French Huguenots were as cordially greeted by English Protestants when they came across the Channel out of great tribulation。 But after all； what religion knits people so closely as a common sport？
The canoes were carried into the boat…house； they were washed down for us by the Club servants； the sails were hung out to dry； and everything made as snug and tidy as a picture。 And in the meanwhile we were led upstairs by our new…found brethren； for so more than one of them stated the relationship； and made free of their lavatory。 This one lent us soap； that one a towel； a third and fourth helped us to undo our bags。 And all the time such questions； such assurances of respect and sympathy！ I declare I never knew what glory was before。
'Yes； yes； the ROYAL SPORT NAUTIQUE is the oldest club in Belgium。'
'We number two hundred。'
'We' … this is not a substantive speech； but an abstract of many speeches； the impression left upon my mind after a great deal of talk； and very youthful； pleasant； natural； and patriotic it seems to me to be … 'We have gained all races； except those where we were cheated by the French。'
'You must leave all your wet things to be dried。'
'O！ ENTRE FRERES！ In any boat…house in England we should find the same。' （I cordially hope they might。）
'EN ANGLETERRE； VOUS EMPLOYEZ DES SLIDING…SEATS； N'EST…CE PAS？'
'We are all employed in commerce during the day； but in the evening； VOYEZ…VOUS； NOUS SOMMES SERIEUX。'
These were the words。 They were all employed over the frivolous mercantile concerns of Belgium during the day； but in the evening they found some hours for the serious concerns of life。 I may have a wrong idea of wisdom； but I think that was a very wise remark。 People connected with literature and philosophy are busy all their days in getting rid of second…hand notions and false standards。 It is their profession； in the sweat of their brows； by dogged thinking； to recover their old fresh view of life； and distinguish what they really and originally like； from what they have only learned to tolerate perforce。 And these Royal Nautical Sportsmen had the distinction still quite legible in their hearts。 They had still those clean perceptions of what is nice and nasty； what is interesting and what is dull； which envious old gentlemen refer to as illusions。 The nightmare illusion of middle age； the bear's hug of custom gradually squeezing the life out of a man's soul； had not yet begun for these happy…starred young Belgians。 They still knew that the interest they took in their business was a trifling affair compared to their spontaneous； long…suffering affection for nautical sports。 To know what you prefer； instead of humbly saying Amen to what the world tells you you ought to prefer； is to have kept your soul alive。 Such a man may be generous； he may be honest in something more than the commercial sense； he may love his friends with an elective； personal sympathy； and not accept them as an adjunct of the station to which he has been called。 He may be a man； in short； acting on his own instincts； keeping in his own shape that God made him in； and not a mere crank in the social engine…house； welded on principles that he does not understand； and for purposes that he does not care for。
For will any one dare to tell me that business is more entertaining than fooling among boats？ He must have never seen a boat； or never seen an office； who says so。 And for certain the one is a great deal better for the health。 There should be nothing so much a man's business as his amusements。 Nothing but money…grubbing can be put forward to the contrary； no one but
Mammon； the least erected spirit that fell From Heaven；
durst risk a word in answer。 It i
