lazy tour of two idle apprentices-第3章
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colours (and more) flying; and was making great way through a sea
of a regular pattern; like a lady's collar。 A benevolent; elderly
gentleman of the last century; with a powdered head; kept guard; in
oil and varnish; over a most perplexing piece of furniture on a
table; in appearance between a driving seat and an angular knife…
box; but; when opened; a musical instrument of tinkling wires;
exactly like David's harp packed for travelling。 Everything became
a nick…nack in this curious room。 The copper tea…kettle; burnished
up to the highest point of glory; took his station on a stand of
his own at the greatest possible distance from the fireplace; and
said: 'By your leave; not a kettle; but a bijou。' The
Staffordshire…ware butter…dish with the cover on; got upon a little
round occasional table in a window; with a worked top; and
announced itself to the two chairs accidentally placed there; as an
aid to polite conversation; a graceful trifle in china to be
chatted over by callers; as they airily trifled away the visiting
moments of a butterfly existence; in that rugged old village on the
Cumberland Fells。 The very footstool could not keep the floor; but
got upon a sofa; and there…from proclaimed itself; in high relief
of white and liver…coloured wool; a favourite spaniel coiled up for
repose。 Though; truly; in spite of its bright glass eyes; the
spaniel was the least successful assumption in the collection:
being perfectly flat; and dismally suggestive of a recent mistake
in sitting down on the part of some corpulent member of the family。
There were books; too; in this room; books on the table; books on
the chimney…piece; books in an open press in the corner。 Fielding
was there; and Smollett was there; and Steele and Addison were
there; in dispersed volumes; and there were tales of those who go
down to the sea in ships; for windy nights; and there was really a
choice of good books for rainy days or fine。 It was so very
pleasant to see these things in such a lonesome by…place … so very
agreeable to find these evidences of a taste; however homely; that
went beyond the beautiful cleanliness and trimness of the house …
so fanciful to imagine what a wonder a room must be to the little
children born in the gloomy village … what grand impressions of it
those of them who became wanderers over the earth would carry away;
and how; at distant ends of the world; some old voyagers would die;
cherishing the belief that the finest apartment known to men was
once in the Hesket…Newmarket Inn; in rare old Cumberland … it was
such a charmingly lazy pursuit to entertain these rambling thoughts
over the choice oatcake and the genial whiskey; that Mr。 Idle and
Mr。 Goodchild never asked themselves how it came to pass that the
men in the fields were never heard of more; how the stalwart
landlord replaced them without explanation; how his dog…cart came
to be waiting at the door; and how everything was arranged without
the least arrangement for climbing to old Carrock's shoulders; and
standing on his head。
Without a word of inquiry; therefore; the Two Idle Apprentices
drifted out resignedly into a fine; soft; close; drowsy;
penetrating rain; got into the landlord's light dog…cart; and
rattled off through the village for the foot of Carrock。 The
journey at the outset was not remarkable。 The Cumberland road went
up and down like all other roads; the Cumberland curs burst out
from backs of cottages and barked like other curs; and the
Cumberland peasantry stared after the dog…cart amazedly; as long as
it was in sight; like the rest of their race。 The approach to the
foot of the mountain resembled the approaches to the feet of most
other mountains all over the world。 The cultivation gradually
ceased; the trees grew gradually rare; the road became gradually
rougher; and the sides of the mountain looked gradually more and
more lofty; and more and more difficult to get up。 The dog…cart
was left at a lonely farm…house。 The landlord borrowed a large
umbrella; and; assuming in an instant the character of the most
cheerful and adventurous of guides; led the way to the ascent。 Mr。
Goodchild looked eagerly at the top of the mountain; and; feeling
apparently that he was now going to be very lazy indeed; shone all
over wonderfully to the eye; under the influence of the contentment
within and the moisture without。 Only in the bosom of Mr。 Thomas
Idle did Despondency now hold her gloomy state。 He kept it a
secret; but he would have given a very handsome sum; when the
ascent began; to have been back again at the inn。 The sides of
Carrock looked fearfully steep; and the top of Carrock was hidden
in mist。 The rain was falling faster and faster。 The knees of Mr。
Idle … always weak on walking excursions … shivered and shook with
fear and damp。 The wet was already penetrating through the young
man's outer coat to a brand…new shooting…jacket; for which he had
reluctantly paid the large sum of two guineas on leaving town; he
had no stimulating refreshment about him but a small packet of
clammy gingerbread nuts; he had nobody to give him an arm; nobody
to push him gently behind; nobody to pull him up tenderly in front;
nobody to speak to who really felt the difficulties of the ascent;
the dampness of the rain; the denseness of the mist; and the
unutterable folly of climbing; undriven; up any steep place in the
world; when there is level ground within reach to walk on instead。
Was it for this that Thomas had left London? London; where there
are nice short walks in level public gardens; with benches of
repose set up at convenient distances for weary travellers …
London; where rugged stone is humanely pounded into little lumps
for the road; and intelligently shaped into smooth slabs for the
pavement! No! it was not for the laborious ascent of the crags of
Carrock that Idle had left his native city; and travelled to
Cumberland。 Never did he feel more disastrously convinced that he
had committed a very grave error in judgment than when he found
himself standing in the rain at the bottom of a steep mountain; and
knew that the responsibility rested on his weak shoulders of
actually getting to the top of it。
The honest landlord went first; the beaming Goodchild followed; the
mournful Idle brought up the rear。 From time to time; the two
foremost members of the expedition changed places in the order of
march; but the rearguard never altered his position。 Up the
mountain or down the mountain; in the water or out of it; over the
rocks; through the bogs; skirting the heather; Mr。 Thomas Idle was
always the last; and was always the man who had to be looked after
and waited for。 At first the ascent was delusively easy; the sides
of the mountain sloped gradually; and the material of which they
were composed was a soft spongy turf; very tender and pleasant to
walk upon。 After a hundred yards or so; however; the verdant scene
and the easy slope disappeared; and the rocks began。 Not noble;
massive rocks; standing upright; keeping a certain regularity in
their positions; and possessing; now and then; flat tops to sit
upon; but little irritating; comfortless rocks; littered about
anyhow; by Nature; treacherous; disheartening rocks of all sorts of
small shapes and small sizes; bruisers of tender toes and trippers…
up of wavering feet。 When these impediments were passed; heather
and slough followed。 Here the steepness of the ascent was slightly
mitigated; and here the exploring party of three turned round to
look at the view below them。 The scene of the moorland and the
fields was like a feeble water…colour drawing half sponged out。
The mist was darkening; the rain was thickening; the trees were
dotted about like spots of faint shadow; the division…lines which
mapped out the fields were all getting blurred together; and the
lonely farm…house where the dog…cart had been left; loomed spectral
in the grey ligh