madam how and lady why(豪夫人和怀女士)-第41节
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So it is： though it is only poor old Ireland。 Don't you recollect that
when we started I told you we were going to Ireland； and through it to the
World's End； and here we are now safe at the end of the old world； and
beyond us the great Atlantic； and beyond that again； thousands of miles
away； the new world； which will be rich and prosperous； civilised and
noble； thousands of years hence； when this old world； it may be； will be
dead； and little children there will be reading in their history books of
Ancient England and of Ancient France； as you now read of Greece and
Rome。
But what a wonderful place it is！ What are those great green things
standing up in the sky； all over purple ribs and bars； with their tops hid in
the clouds？
Those are mountains； the bones of some old world； whose poor bare
sides Madam How is trying to cover with rich green grass。
And how far off are they？
How I should like to walk up to the top of that one which looks quite
close。
You will find it a long walk up there； three miles； I dare say； over black
bogs and banks of rock； and up corries and cliffs which you could not
climb。 There are plenty of cows on that mountain： and yet they look so
small； you could not see them； nor I either； without a glass。 That long
white streak； zigzagging down the mountain side； is a roaring cataract of
foam five hundred feet high； full now with last night's rain； but by this
afternoon it will have dwindled to a little thread； and to…morrow； when you
get up； if no more rain has come down； it will be gone。 Madam How
works here among the mountains swiftly and hugely； and sometimes
terribly enough； as you shall see when you have had your breakfast； and
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come down to the bridge with me。
But what a beautiful place it is！ Flowers and woods and a lawn； and
what is that great smooth patch in the lawn just under the window？
Is it an empty flower…bed？
Ah； thereby hangs a strange tale。 We will go and look at it after
breakfast； and then you shall see with your own eyes one of the wonders
which I have been telling you of。
And what is that shining between the trees？
Water。
Is it a lake？
Not a lake； though there are plenty round here； that is salt water； not
fresh。 Look away to the right； and you see it through the opening of the
woods again and again： and now look above the woods。 You see a faint
blue line； and gray and purple lumps like clouds； which rest upon it far
away。 That； child； is the great Atlantic Ocean； and those are islands in
the far west。 The water which washes the bottom of the lawn was but a
few months ago pouring out of the Gulf of Mexico； between the Bahamas
and Florida； and swept away here as the great ocean river of warm water
which we call the Gulf Stream； bringing with it out of the open ocean the
shoals of mackerel； and the porpoises and whales which feed upon them。
Some fine afternoon we will run down the bay and catch strange fishes；
such as you never saw before； and very likely see a living whale。
What？ such a whale as they get whalebone from； and which eats sea…
moths？
No； they live far north； in the Arctic circle； these are grampuses； and
bottle…noses； which feed on fish； not so big as the right whales； but quite
big enough to astonish you； if one comes up and blows close to the boat。
Get yourself dressed and come down； and then we will go out； we shall
have plenty to see and talk of at every step。
Now； you have finished your breakfast at last； so come along； and we
shall see what we shall see。 First run out across the gravel； and scramble
up that bank of lawn； and you will see what you fancied was an empty
flower…bed。
Why； it is all hard rock。
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Ah； you are come into the land of rocks now： out of the land of sand
and gravel； out of a soft young corner of the world into a very hard； old；
weather…beaten corner； and you will see rocks enough； and too many for
the poor farmers； before you go home again。
But how beautifully smooth and flat the rock is： and yet it is all
rounded。
What is it like？
Likelike the half of a shell。
Not badly said； but think again。
LikelikeI know what it is like。 Like the back of some great
monster peeping up through the turf。
You have got it。 Such rocks as these are called in Switzerland
〃roches moutonnees；〃 because they are； people fancy； like sheep's backs。
Now look at the cracks and layers in it。 They run across the stone； they
have nothing to do with the shape of it。 You see that？
Yes： but here are cracks running across them； all along the stone； till
the turf hides them。
Look at them again； they are no cracks； they do not go into the stone。
I see。 They are scratched； something like those on the elder…stem at
home； where the cats sharpen their claws。 But it would take a big cat to
make them。
Do you recollect what I told you of Madam How's hand； more flexible
than any hand of man； and yet strong enough to grind the mountains into
paste？
I know。 Ice！ ice！ ice！ But are these really ice…marks？
Child； on the place where we now stand； over rich lawns； and warm
woods； and shining lochs； lay once on a time hundreds； it may be
thousands； of feet of solid ice； crawling off yonder mountain…tops into the
ocean there outside； and this is one of its tracks。 See how the scratches
all point straight down the valley； and straight out to sea。 Those
mountains are 2000 feet high： but they were much higher once； for the
ice has planed the tops off them。 Then； it seems to me； the ice sank； and
left the mountains standing out of it about half their height； and at that
level it stayed； till it had planed down all those lower moors of smooth
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bare rock between us and the Western ocean； and then it sank again； and
dwindled back； leaving moraines （that is； heaps of dirt and stones） all up
these valleys here and there； till at the last it melted all away； and poor old
Ireland became fit to live in again。 We will go down the bay some day and
look at those moraines； some of them quite hills of earth； and then you will
see for yourself how mighty a chisel the ice…chisel was； and what vast
heaps of chips it has left behind。 Now then； down over the lawn towards
the bridge。 Listen to the river； louder and louder every step we take。
What a roar！ Is there a waterfall there？
No。 It is only the flood。 And underneath the roar of that flood； do
you not hear a deeper notea dull rumbling； as if from underground？
Yes。 What is it？
The rolling of great stones under water； which are being polished
against each other； as they hurry toward the sea。 Now； up on the parapet
of the bridge。 I will hold you tight。 Look and see Madam How's rain…
spade at work。 Look at the terrible yellow torrent below us； almost
filling up the arches of the bridge； and leaping high in waves and crests of
foam。
Oh； the bridge is falling into the water！
Not a bit。 You are not accustomed to see water running below you at
ten miles an hour。 Never mind that feeling。 It will go off in a few
seconds。 Look； the water is full six feet up the trunks of the trees； over
the grass and the king fern； and the tall purple loose…strife …
Oh！ Here comes a tree dancing down！
And there are some turfs which have been cut on the mountain。 And
there is a really sad sight。 Look what comes now。
Onetwothree。
Why； they are sheep。
Yes。 And a sad loss they will be to some poor fellow in the glen
above。
And oh！ Look at the pig turning round and round solemnly in the
corner under the rock。 Poor piggy！ He ought to have
