tartarin of tarascon-第7章
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n which to keep a diary and his impressions of travel; for a man cannot help having an idea or two strike him even when he is busy lion…hunting。
Next; he had over from Marseilles a downright cargo of tinned eatables; pemmican compressed in cakes for making soup; a new pattern shelter…tent; opening out and packing up in a minute; sea… boots; a couple of umbrellas; a waterproof coat; and blue spectacles to ward off ophthalmia。 To conclude; Bezuquet the chemist made him up a miniature portable medicine chest stuffed with diachylon plaister; arnica; camphor; and medicated vinegar。
Poor Tartarin! he did not take these safeguards on his own behalf; but he hoped; by dint of precaution and delicate attentions; to allay Sancho…Tartarin's fury; who; since the start was fixed; never left off raging day or night。
XIII。 The Departure。
EFTSOON arrived the great and solemn day。 From dawn all Tarascon had been on foot; encumbering the Avignon road and the approaches to Baobab Villa。 People were up at the windows; on the roofs; and in the trees; the Rhone bargees; porters; dredgers; shoe…blacks; gentry; tradesfolk; warpers and weavers; taffety… workers; the club members; in short the whole town; moreover; people from Beaucaire had come over the bridge; market…gardeners from the environs; carters in their huge carts with ample tilts; vinedressers upon handsome mules; tricked out with ribbons; streamers; bells; rosettes; and jingles; and even; here and there; a few pretty maids from Arles; come on the pillion behind their sweethearts; with bonny blue ribbons round the head; upon little iron…grey Camargue horses。
All this swarm squeezed and jostled before our good Tartarin's door; who was going to slaughter lions in the land of the Turks。
For Tarascon; Algeria; Africa; Greece; Persia; Turkey; and Mesopotamia; all form one great hazy country; almost a myth; called the land of the Turks。 They say 〃Tur's;〃 but that's a linguistic digression。
In the midst of all this throng; the cap poppers bustled to and fro; proud of their captain's triumph; leaving glorious wakes where they had passed。
In front of the Indian fig…tree house were two large trucks。 From time to time the door would open; and allow several persons to be spied; gravely lounging about the little garden。 At every new box the throng started and trembled。 The articles were named in a loud voice:
〃That there's the shelter…tent; these the potted meats; that's the physic…chest; these the gun…cases;〃 the cap…poppers giving explanations。
All of a sudden; about ten o'clock; there was a great stir in the multitude; for the garden gate banged open。
〃Here he is! here he is!〃 they shouted。
It was he indeed。 When he appeared upon the threshold; two outcries of stupefaction burst from the assemblage:
〃He's a Turk!〃 〃He's got on spectacles !〃
In truth; Tartarin of Tarascon had deemed it his duty; on going to Algeria; to don the Algerian costume。 Full white linen trousers; small tight vest with metal buttons; a red sash two feet wide around the waist; the neck bare and the forehead shaven; and a vast red fez; or chechia; on his head; with something like a long blue tassel thereto。 Together with this; two heavy guns; one on each shoulder; a broad hunting…knife in the girdle; a bandolier across the breast; a revolver on the hip; swinging in its patent leather case that is all。 No; I cry your pardon; I was forgetting the spectacles a pantomimically large pair of azure barnacles; which came in patly to temper what was rather too fierce in the bearing of our hero。
〃Long life to Tartarin! hip; hip; hurrah for Tartarin!〃 roared the populace。
The great man smiled; but did not salute; on account of the firearms hindering him。 Moreover; he knew now on what popular favour depends; it may even be that in the depths of his soul he cursed his terrible fellow…townsfolk; who obliged him to go away and leave his pretty little pleasure…house with whitened walls and green venetians。 But there was no show of this。
Calm and proud; although a little pallid; he stepped out on the footway; glanced at the hand…carts; and; seeing all was right; lustily took the road to the railway…station; without even once looking back towards Baobab Villa。 Behind him marched the brave Commandant Bravida; Ladeveze the Chief Judge; Costecalde the gunsmith next; and then all the sportsmen who pop at caps; preceding the hand…carts and the rag; tag; and bobtail。
Before the station the station…master awaited them; an old African veteran of 1830; who shook Tartarin's hand many times with fervency。
The Paris…to…Marseilles express was not yet in; so Tartarin and his staff went into the waiting…rooms。 To prevent the place being overrun; the station…master ordered the gates to be closed。
During a quarter of an hour; Tartarin promenaded up and down in the rooms in the midst of his brother marksmen; speaking to them of his journey and his hunting; and promising to send them skins; they put their names down in his memorandum…book for a lionskin apiece; as waltzers book for a dance。
Gentle and placid as Socrates on the point of quaffing the hemlock; the intrepid Tarasconian had a word and a smile for each。 He spoke simply; with an affable mien; it looked as if; before departing; he meant to leave behind him a wake of charms; regrets; and pleasant memories。 On hearing their leader speak in this way; all the sportsmen felt tears well up; and some were stung with remorse; to wit; Chief Judge Ladeveze and the chemist Bezuquet。 The railway employees blubbered in the corners; whilst the outer public squinted through the bars and bellowed: 〃Long live Tartarin!〃
At length the bell rang。 A dull rumble was heard; and a piercing whistle shook the vault。
〃The Marseilles express; gen'lemen!〃
〃Good…bye; Tartarin! Good luck; old fellow!〃
〃Good…bye to you all!〃 murmured the great man; as; with his arms around the brave Commandant Bravida; he embraced his dear native place collectively in him。 Then he leaped out upon the platform; and clambered into a carriage full of Parisian ladies; who were ready to die with fright at sight of this stranger with so many pistols and rifles。
XIV。 The Port of Marseilles 〃All aboard; all aboard!〃
UPON the 1st of December 18; in clear; brilliant; splendid weather; under a south winter sun; the startled inhabitants of Marseilles beheld a Turk come down the Canebiere; or their Regent Street。 A Turk; a regular Turk never had such a one been seen; and yet; Heaven knows; there is no lack of Turks at Marseilles。
The Turk in question have I any necessity of telling you it was the great Tartarin of Tarascon? waddled along the quays; followed by his gun…cases; medicine…chest; and tinned comestibles; to reach the landing…stage of the Touache Company and the mail steamer the Zouave; which was to transport him over the sea。
With his ears still ringing with the home applause; intoxicated by the glare of the heavens and the reek of the sea; Tartarin fairly beamed as he stepped out with a lofty head; and between his guns on his shoulders; looking with all his eyes upon that wondrous; dazzling harbour of Marseilles; which he saw for the first time。 The poor fellow believed he was dreaming。 He fancied his name was Sinbad the Sailor; and that he was roaming in one of those fantastic cities abundant in the '〃Arabian Nights。〃 As far as eye could reach there spread a forest of masts and spars; cris…crossing in every way。
Flags of all countries floated English; American; Russian; Swedish; Greek and Tunisian。
The vessels lay alongside the wharves ay; head on; so that their bowsprits stuck up out over the strand like rows of bayonets。 Over it; too; sprawled the mermaids; goddesses; madonnas; and other figure…heads in carved and painted wood which gave names to the ships all worn by sea…water; split; mildewed; and dripping。 Ever and anon; between the hulls; a patch of harbour like watered silk splashed with oil。 In the intervals of the yards and booms; what seemed swarms of flies prettily spotted the blue sky。 These were the shipboys; hailing one another in all languages。
On the waterside; amidst thick green or black rivulets coming down