the friendly road-第33章

按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！


he　doorway）　came　upon　me　with　incredible　longing。

〃I　must　go　home；　I　must　go　home！〃　I　caught　myself　saying　aloud。

I　remember　how　glad　I　was　when　I　found　that　my　friend　Bill　Hahn　and　other　leaders　of　the　strike　were　to　be　engaged　in　conferences　during　the　forenoon；　for　I　wanted　to　be　alone；　to　try　to　get　a　few　things　straightened　out　in　my　mind。

But　I　soon　found　that　a　city　is　a　poor　place　for　reflection　or　contemplation。　It　bombards　one　with　an　infinite　variety　of　new　impressions　and　new　adventures；　and　I　could　not　escape　the　impression　made　by　crowded　houses；　and　ill…smelling　streets；　and　dirty　sidewalks；　and　swarming　human　beings。　For　a　time　the　burden　of　these　things　rested　upon　my　breast　like　a　leaden　weight；　they　all　seemed　so　utterly　wrong　to　me；　so　unnecessary；　so　unjust！　I　sometimes　think　of　religion　as　only　a　high　sense　of　good　order；　and　it　seemed　to　me　that　morning　as　though　the　very　existence　of　this　disorderly　mill　district　was　a　challenge　to　religion；　and　an　offence　to　the　Orderer　of　an　Orderly　Universe。　I　don't　now　how　such　conditions　may　affect　other　people；　but　for　a　time　I　felt　a　sharp　sense　of　impatienceyes；　angerwith　it　all。　I　had　an　impulse　to　take　off　my　coat　then　and　there　and　go　at　the　job　of　setting　things　to　rights。　Oh；　I　never　was　more　serious　in　my　life：　I　was　quite　prepared　to　change　the　entire　scheme　of　things　to　my　way　of　thinking　whether　the　people　who　lived　there　liked　it　or　not。　It　seemed　to　me　for　a　few　glorious　moments　that　I　had　only　to　tell　them　of　the　wonders　in　our　country；　the　pleasant；　quiet　roads；　the　comfortable　farmhouses；　the　fertile　fields；　and　the　wooded　hillsand；　poof！　all　this　crowded　poverty　would　dissolve　and　disappear；　and　they　would　all　come　to　the　country　and　be　as　happy　as　I　was。

I　remember　how；　once　in　my　life；　I　wasted　untold　energy　trying　to　make　over　my　dearest　friends。　There　was　Harriet；　for　example　dear；　serious；　practical　Harriet。　I　used　to　be　fretted　by　the　way　she　was　forever　trying　to　clip　my　wing　feathersI　suppose　to　keep　me　close　to　the　quiet　and　friendly　and　unadventurous　roost！　We　come　by　such　a　long；　long　road；　sometimes；　to　the　acceptance　of　our　nearest　friends　for　exactly　what　they　are。　Because　we　are　so　fond　of　them　we　try　to　make　them　over　to　suit　some　curious　ideal　of　perfection　of　our　ownuntil　one　day　we　suddenly　laugh　aloud　at　our　own　absurdity　（knowing　that　they　are　probably　trying　as　hard　to　reconstruct　us　as　we　are　to　reconstruct　them）　and　thereafter　we　try　no　more　to　change　them；　we　just　love　'em　and　enjoy　'em！

Some　such　psychological　process　went　on　in　my　consciousness　that　morning。　As　I　walked　briskly　through　the　streets　I　began　to　look　out　more　broadly　around　me。　It　was　really　a　perfect　spring　morning；　the　air　crisp；　fresh；　and　sunny；　and　the　streets　full　of　life　and　activity。　I　looked　into　the　faces　of　the　people　I　met；　and　it　began　to　strike　me　that　most　of　them　seemed　oblivious　of　the　fact　that　they　should；　by　good　rights；　be　looking　downcast　and　dispirited。　They　had　cheered　their　approval　the　night　before　when　the　speakers　had　told　them　how　miserable　they　were　（even　acknowledging　that　they　were　slaves）；　and　yet　here　they　were　this　morning　looking　positively　good…humoured；　cheerful；　some　of　them　even　gay。　I　warrant　if　I　had　stepped　up　to　one　of　them　that　morning　and　intimated　that　he　was　a　slave　he　would　havewell；　I　should　have　had　serious　trouble　with　him！　There　was　a　degree　of　sociability　in　those　back　streets；　a　visiting　from　window　to　window；　gossipy　gatherings　in　front　area…ways；　a　sort　of　pavement　domesticity；　that　I　had　never　seen　before。　Being　a　lover　myself　of　such　friendly　intercourse　I　could　actually　feel　the　hum　and　warmth　of　that　neighbourhood。

A　group　of　brightly　clad　girl　strikers　gathered　on　a　corner　were　chatting　and　laughing；　and　children　in　plenty　ran　and　shouted　at　their　play　in　the　street。　I　saw　a　group　of　them　dancing　merrily　around　an　Italian　hand…organ　man　who　was　filling　the　air　with　jolly　music。　I　recall　what　a　sinking　sensation　I　had　at　the　pit　of　my　reformer's　stomach　when　it　suddenly　occurred　to　me　that　these　people　some　of　them；　anyway；　might　actually　LIKE　this　crowded；　sociable　neighbourhood！　〃They　might　even　HATE　the　country；〃　I　exclaimed。

It　is　surely　one　of　the　fundamental　humours　of　life　to　see　absurdly　serious　little　human　beings　（like　D。　G。　for　example）　trying　to　stand　in　the　place　of　the　Almighty。　We　are　so　confoundedly　infallible　in　our　judgments；　so　sure　of　what　is　good　for　our　neighbour；　so　eager　to　force　upon　him　our　particular　doctors　or　our　particular　remedies；　we　are　so　willing　to　put　our　childish　fingers　into　the　machinery　of　creationand　we　howl　so　lustily　when　we　get　them　pinched！

〃Why！〃　I　exclaimed；　for　it　came　to　me　like　a　new　discovery；　〃it's　exactly　the　same　here　as　it　is　in　the　country！　I　haven't　got　to　make　over　the　universe：　I've　only　got　to　do　my　own　small　job；　and　to　look　up　often　at　the　trees　and　the　hills　and　the　sky　and　be　friendly　with　all　men。〃

I　cannot　express　the　sense　of　comfort；　and　of　trust；　which　this　reflection　brought　me。　I　recall　stopping　just　then　at　the　corner　of　a　small　green　city　square；　for　I　had　now　reached　the　better　part　of　the　city；　and　of　seeing　with　keen　pleasure　the　green　of　the　grass　and　the　bright　colour　of　a　bed　of　flowers；　and　two　or　three　clean　nursemaids　with　clean　baby　cabs；　and　a　flock　of　pigeons　pluming　themselves　near　a　stone　fountain；　and　an　old　tired　horse　sleeping　in　the　sun　with　his　nose　buried　in　a　feed　bag。

〃Why；〃　I　said；　〃all　this；　too；　is　beautiful！〃　So　I　continued　my　walk　with　quite　a　new　feeling　in　my　heart；　prepared　again　for　any　adventure　life　might　have　to　offer　me。

I　supposed　I　knew　no　living　soul　in　Kilburn　but　Bill　the　Socialist。　What　was　my　astonishment　and　pleasure；　then　in　one　of　the　business　streets　to　discover　a　familiar　face　and　figure。　A　man　was　just　stepping　from　an　automobile　to　the　sidewalk。　For　an　instant；　in　that　unusual　environment；　I　could　not　place　him；　then　I　stepped　up　quickly　and　said：

〃Well；　well；　Friend　Vedder。〃

He　looked　around　with　astonishment　at　the　man　in　the　shabby　clothesbut　it　was　only　for　an　instant。

〃David　Grayson！〃　he　exclaimed；　〃and　how　did　YOU　get　into　the　city？〃

〃Walked；〃　I　said。

〃But　I　thought　you　were　an　incurable　and　irreproachable　countryman！　Why　are　you　here？〃

〃Love　o'　life；〃　I　said；　〃love　o'　life。〃

〃Where　are　you　stopping？〃　I　waved　my　hand。

〃Where　the　road　leaves　me；〃　I　said。　〃Last　night　I　left　my　bag　with　some　good　friends　I　made　in　front　of　a　livery　stable　and　I　spent　the　night　in　the　mill　district　with　a　Socialist　named　Bill　Hahn。〃

〃Bill　Hahn！〃　The　effect　upon　Mr。　Vedder　was　magical。

〃Why；　yes；〃　I　said；　〃and　a　remarkable　man　he　is；　too。〃

I　discovered　immediately　that　my　friend　was　quite　as　much　interested　in　the　strike　as　Bill　Hahn；　but　on　the　other　side。　He　was；　indeed；　one　of　the　directors　of　the　greatest　mill　in　Kilburnthe　very　one　which　I　had　seen　the　night　before　surrounded　by　armed　sentinels。　It　was　thrilling　to　me；　this　knowledge；　for　it　seemed　to　plump　me　down　at　once　in　the　middle　of　thingsand　soon；　indeed；　brought　me　nearer　to　the　brink　of　great　events　than　ever　I　was　before　in　all　my　days。

I　could　see　that　Mr。　Vedder　considered　Bill　Hahn　as　a　sort　of　devouring　monster；　a　wholly　incendiary　and　dangerous　person。　So　terrible；　indeed；　was　the　warning　he　gave　me　（considering　me；　I　suppose　an　unsophisticated　person）　that　I　couldn't　help　laughing　outright。

〃I　assure　you〃　he　began；　apparently　much　offended。

But　I　interrupted　him。

〃I'm　sorry　I　laughed；〃　I　said；　〃but　as　you　were　talking　about　Bill　Hahn；　I　couldn't　help　thinking　of　him　as　I　first　saw　him。〃　And　I　gave　Mr。　Vedder　as　lively　a　description　as　I　could　of　the　little　man　with　his　bulging　coat　tails；　his　furry　ears；　his　odd　round　spectacles。　He　was　greatly　interested　in　what　I　said　and　began　to　ask　many　questions。　I　told　him　with　all　the　earnestness　I　could　command　of　Bill's　history　and　of　his　conversion　to　his　present　beliefs。　I　found　that　Mr。　Vedder　had　known　Robert　Winter　very　well　indeed；　and　was　amazed　at　the　incident　which　I　narrated　of　Bill　Hahn's　attempt　upon　his　life。

I　have　always　believed　that　if　men　could　be　made　to　understand　one　another　they　would　n