an inland voyage-第5章
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usiness； that you positively forget it would be possible to go nearer； you have so little human interest around you； that you do not remember yourself to be a man。 Perhaps； in a very short time； you would be one no longer。 Gymnosophists go into a wood； with all nature seething around them； with romance on every side； it would be much more to the purpose if they took up their abode in a dull country town； where they should see just so much of humanity as to keep them from desiring more； and only the stale externals of man's life。 These externals are as dead to us as so many formalities； and speak a dead language in our eyes and ears。 They have no more meaning than an oath or a salutation。 We are so much accustomed to see married couples going to church of a Sunday that we have clean forgotten what they represent； and novelists are driven to rehabilitate adultery； no less； when they wish to show us what a beautiful thing it is for a man and a woman to live for each other。
One person in Maubeuge； however； showed me something more than his outside。 That was the driver of the hotel omnibus： a mean enough looking little man； as well as I can remember； but with a spark of something human in his soul。 He had heard of our little journey； and came to me at once in envious sympathy。 How he longed to travel！ he told me。 How he longed to be somewhere else； and see the round world before he went into the grave！ 'Here I am；' said he。 'I drive to the station。 Well。 And then I drive back again to the hotel。 And so on every day and all the week round。 My God； is that life？' I could not say I thought it was … for him。 He pressed me to tell him where I had been； and where I hoped to go； and as he listened； I declare the fellow sighed。 Might not this have been a brave African traveller； or gone to the Indies after Drake？ But it is an evil age for the gypsily inclined among men。 He who can sit squarest on a three…legged stool； he it is who has the wealth and glory。
I wonder if my friend is still driving the omnibus for the Grand Cerf？ Not very likely； I believe； for I think he was on the eve of mutiny when we passed through； and perhaps our passage determined him for good。 Better a thousand times that he should be a tramp； and mend pots and pans by the wayside； and sleep under trees； and see the dawn and the sunset every day above a new horizon。 I think I hear you say that it is a respectable position to drive an omnibus？ Very well。 What right has he who likes it not； to keep those who would like it dearly out of this respectable position？ Suppose a dish were not to my taste； and you told me that it was a favourite amongst the rest of the company； what should I conclude from that？ Not to finish the dish against my stomach； I suppose。
Respectability is a very good thing in its way； but it does not rise superior to all considerations。 I would not for a moment venture to hint that it was a matter of taste； but I think I will go as far as this： that if a position is admittedly unkind； uncomfortable； unnecessary； and superfluously useless； although it were as respectable as the Church of England； the sooner a man is out of it； the better for himself； and all concerned。
ON THE SAMBRE CANALISED
TO QUARTES
ABOUT three in the afternoon the whole establishment of the GRAND CERF accompanied us to the water's edge。 The man of the omnibus was there with haggard eyes。 Poor cage…bird！ Do I not remember the time when I myself haunted the station； to watch train after train carry its complement of freemen into the night； and read the names of distant places on the time…bills with indescribable longings？
We were not clear of the fortifications before the rain began。 The wind was contrary； and blew in furious gusts； nor were the aspects of nature any more clement than the doings of the sky。 For we passed through a stretch of blighted country； sparsely covered with brush； but handsomely enough diversified with factory chimneys。 We landed in a soiled meadow among some pollards； and there smoked a pipe in a flaw of fair weather。 But the wind blew so hard； we could get little else to smoke。 There were no natural objects in the neighbourhood； but some sordid workshops。 A group of children headed by a tall girl stood and watched us from a little distance all the time we stayed。 I heartily wonder what they thought of us。
At Hautmont； the lock was almost impassable； the landing…place being steep and high； and the launch at a long distance。 Near a dozen grimy workmen lent us a hand。 They refused any reward； and； what is much better； refused it handsomely； without conveying any sense of insult。 'It is a way we have in our countryside；' said they。 And a very becoming way it is。 In Scotland； where also you will get services for nothing； the good people reject your money as if you had been trying to corrupt a voter。 When people take the trouble to do dignified acts； it is worth while to take a little more； and allow the dignity to be common to all concerned。 But in our brave Saxon countries； where we plod threescore years and ten in the mud； and the wind keeps singing in our ears from birth to burial； we do our good and bad with a high hand and almost offensively； and make even our alms a witness…bearing and an act of war against the wrong。
After Hautmont； the sun came forth again and the wind went down； and a little paddling took us beyond the ironworks and through a delectable land。 The river wound among low hills； so that sometimes the sun was at our backs； and sometimes it stood right ahead； and the river before us was one sheet of intolerable glory。 On either hand； meadows and orchards bordered； with a margin of sedge and water flowers； upon the river。 The hedges were of great height； woven about the trunks of hedgerow elms； and the fields； as they were often very small； looked like a series of bowers along the stream。 There was never any prospect； sometimes a hill…top with its trees would look over the nearest hedgerow； just to make a middle distance for the sky； but that was all。 The heaven was bare of clouds。 The atmosphere； after the rain； was of enchanting purity。 The river doubled among the hillocks； a shining strip of mirror glass； and the dip of the paddles set the flowers shaking along the brink。
In the meadows wandered black and white cattle fantastically marked。 One beast； with a white head and the rest of the body glossy black； came to the edge to drink； and stood gravely twitching his ears at me as I went by； like some sort of preposterous clergyman in a play。 A moment after I heard a loud plunge； and； turning my head； saw the clergyman struggling to shore。 The bank had given way under his feet。
Besides the cattle； we saw no living things except a few birds and a great many fishermen。 These sat along the edges of the meadows； sometimes with one rod； sometimes with as many as half a score。 They seemed stupefied with contentment； and when we induced them to exchange a few words with us about the weather； their voices sounded quiet and far away。 There was a strange diversity of opinion among them as to the kind of fish for which they set their lures； although they were all agreed in this； that the river was abundantly supplied。 Where it was plain that no two of them had ever caught the same kind of fish； we could not help suspecting that perhaps not any one of them had ever caught a fish at all。 I hope； since the afternoon was so lovely； that they were one and all rewarded； and that a silver booty went home in every basket for the pot。 Some of my friends would cry shame on me for this； but I prefer a man； were he only an angler； to the bravest pair of gills in all God's waters。 I do not affect fishes unless when cooked in sauce； whereas an angler is an important piece of river scenery； and hence deserves some recognition among canoeists。 He can always tell you where you are after a mild fashion； and his quiet presence serves to accentuate the solitude and stillness； and remind you of the glittering citizens below your boat。
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