an inland voyage-第2节

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　declare；　　although　the　reverse　of　a　professed　ascetic；　I　am　more　obliged　to　　women　for　this　ideal　than　I　should　be　to　the　majority　of　them；　or　　indeed　to　any　but　one；　for　a　spontaneous　kiss。　　There　is　nothing　so　　encouraging　as　the　spectacle　of　self…sufficiency。　　And　when　I　think　　of　the　slim　and　lovely　maidens；　running　the　woods　all　night　to　the　　note　of　Diana's　horn；　moving　among　the　old　oaks；　as　fancy…free　as　　they；　things　of　the　forest　and　the　starlight；　not　touched　by　the　　commotion　of　man's　hot　and　turbid　life　…　although　there　are　plenty　　other　ideals　that　I　should　prefer　…　I　find　my　heart　beat　at　the　　thought　of　this　one。　　'Tis　to　fail　in　life；　but　to　fail　with　what　a　　grace！　　That　is　not　lost　which　is　not　regretted。　　And　where　…　here　　slips　out　the　male　…　where　would　be　much　of　the　glory　of　inspiring　　love；　if　there　were　no　contempt　to　overcome？



ON　THE　WILLEBROEK　CANAL



NEXT　morning；　when　we　set　forth　on　the　Willebroek　Canal；　the　rain　　began　heavy　and　chill。　　The　water　of　the　canal　stood　at　about　the　　drinking　temperature　of　tea；　and　under　this　cold　aspersion；　the　　surface　was　covered　with　steam。　　The　exhilaration　of　departure；　and　　the　easy　motion　of　the　boats　under　each　stroke　of　the　paddles；　　supported　us　through　this　misfortune　while　it　lasted；　and　when　the　　cloud　passed　and　the　sun　came　out　again；　our　spirits　went　up　above　　the　range　of　stay…at…home　humours。　　A　good　breeze　rustled　and　　shivered　in　the　rows　of　trees　that　bordered　the　canal。　　The　leaves　　flickered　in　and　out　of　the　light　in　tumultuous　masses。　　It　seemed　　sailing　weather　to　eye　and　ear；　but　down　between　the　banks；　the　　wind　reached　us　only　in　faint　and　desultory　puffs。　　There　was　　hardly　enough　to　steer　by。　　Progress　was　intermittent　and　　unsatisfactory。　　A　jocular　person；　of　marine　antecedents；　hailed　us　　from　the　tow…path　with　a　'C'EST　VITE；　MAIS　C'EST　LONG。'

The　canal　was　busy　enough。　　Every　now　and　then　we　met　or　overtook　a　　long　string　of　boats；　with　great　green　tillers；　high　sterns　with　a　　window　on　either　side　of　the　rudder；　and　perhaps　a　jug　or　a　flower…　pot　in　one　of　the　windows；　a　dinghy　following　behind；　a　woman　　busied　about　the　day's　dinner；　and　a　handful　of　children。　　These　　barges　were　all　tied　one　behind　the　other　with　tow　ropes；　to　the　　number　of　twenty…five　or　thirty；　and　the　line　was　headed　and　kept　　in　motion　by　a　steamer　of　strange　construction。　　It　had　neither　　paddle…wheel　nor　screw；　but　by　some　gear　not　rightly　comprehensible　　to　the　unmechanical　mind；　it　fetched　up　over　its　bow　a　small　bright　　chain　which　lay　along　the　bottom　of　the　canal；　and　paying　it　out　　again　over　the　stern；　dragged　itself　forward；　link　by　link；　with　　its　whole　retinue　of　loaded　skows。　　Until　one　had　found　out　the　key　　to　the　enigma；　there　was　something　solemn　and　uncomfortable　in　the　　progress　of　one　of　these　trains；　as　it　moved　gently　along　the　water　　with　nothing　to　mark　its　advance　but　an　eddy　alongside　dying　away　　into　the　wake。

Of　all　the　creatures　of　commercial　enterprise；　a　canal　barge　is　by　　far　the　most　delightful　to　consider。　　It　may　spread　its　sails；　and　　then　you　see　it　sailing　high　above　the　tree…tops　and　the　windmill；　　sailing　on　the　aqueduct；　sailing　through　the　green　corn…lands：　　the　　most　picturesque　of　things　amphibious。　　Or　the　horse　plods　along　at　　a　foot…pace　as　if　there　were　no　such　thing　as　business　in　the　　world；　and　the　man　dreaming　at　the　tiller　sees　the　same　spire　on　　the　horizon　all　day　long。　　It　is　a　mystery　how　things　ever　get　to　　their　destination　at　this　rate；　and　to　see　the　barges　waiting　their　　turn　at　a　lock；　affords　a　fine　lesson　of　how　easily　the　world　may　　be　taken。　　There　should　be　many　contented　spirits　on　board；　for　　such　a　life　is　both　to　travel　and　to　stay　at　home。

The　chimney　smokes　for　dinner　as　you　go　along；　the　banks　of　the　　canal　slowly　unroll　their　scenery　to　contemplative　eyes；　the　barge　　floats　by　great　forests　and　through　great　cities　with　their　public　　buildings　and　their　lamps　at　night；　and　for　the　bargee；　in　his　　floating　home；　'travelling　abed；'　it　is　merely　as　if　he　were　　listening　to　another　man's　story　or　turning　the　leaves　of　a　　picture…book　in　which　he　had　no　concern。　　He　may　take　his　afternoon　　walk　in　some　foreign　country　on　the　banks　of　the　canal；　and　then　　come　home　to　dinner　at　his　own　fireside。

There　is　not　enough　exercise　in　such　a　life　for　any　high　measure　of　　health；　but　a　high　measure　of　health　is　only　necessary　for　　unhealthy　people。　　The　slug　of　a　fellow；　who　is　never　ill　nor　well；　　has　a　quiet　time　of　it　in　life；　and　dies　all　the　easier。

I　am　sure　I　would　rather　be　a　bargee　than　occupy　any　position　under　　heaven　that　required　attendance　at　an　office。　　There　are　few　　callings；　I　should　say；　where　a　man　gives　up　less　of　his　liberty　in　　return　for　regular　meals。　　The　bargee　is　on　shipboard　…　he　is　　master　in　his　own　ship　…　he　can　land　whenever　he　will　…　he　can　　never　be　kept　beating　off　a　lee…shore　a　whole　frosty　night　when　the　　sheets　are　as　hard　as　iron；　and　so　far　as　I　can　make　out；　time　　stands　as　nearly　still　with　him　as　is　compatible　with　the　return　of　　bed…time　or　the　dinner…hour。　　It　is　not　easy　to　see　why　a　bargee　　should　ever　die。

Half…way　between　Willebroek　and　Villevorde；　in　a　beautiful　reach　of　　canal　like　a　squire's　avenue；　we　went　ashore　to　lunch。　　There　were　　two　eggs；　a　junk　of　bread；　and　a　bottle　of　wine　on　board　the　　ARETHUSA；　and　two　eggs　and　an　Etna　cooking　apparatus　on　board　the　　CIGARETTE。　　The　master　of　the　latter　boat　smashed　one　of　the　eggs　　in　the　course　of　disembarkation；　but　observing　pleasantly　that　it　　might　still　be　cooked　A　LA　PAPIER；　he　dropped　it　into　the　Etna；　in　　its　covering　of　Flemish　newspaper。　　We　landed　in　a　blink　of　fine　　weather；　but　we　had　not　been　two　minutes　ashore　before　the　wind　　freshened　into　half　a　gale；　and　the　rain　began　to　patter　on　our　　shoulders。　　We　sat　as　close　about　the　Etna　as　we　could。　　The　　spirits　burned　with　great　ostentation；　the　grass　caught　flame　every　　minute　or　two；　and　had　to　be　trodden　out；　and　before　long；　there　　were　several　burnt　fingers　of　the　party。　　But　the　solid　quantity　of　　cookery　accomplished　was　out　of　proportion　with　so　much　display；　　and　when　we　desisted；　after　two　applications　of　the　fire；　the　sound　　egg　was　little　more　than　loo…warm；　and　as　for　A　LA　PAPIER；　it　was　a　　cold　and　sordid　FRICASSEE　of　printer's　ink　and　broken　egg…shell。　　　We　made　shift　to　roast　the　other　two；　by　putting　them　close　to　the　　burning　spirits；　and　that　with　better　success。　　And　then　we　　uncorked　the　bottle　of　wine；　and　sat　down　in　a　ditch　with　our　canoe　　aprons　over　our　knees。　　It　rained　smartly。　　Discomfort；　when　it　is　　honestly　uncomfortable　and　makes　no　nauseous　pretensions　to　the　　contrary；　is　a　vastly　humorous　business；　and　people　well　steeped　　and　stupefied　in　the　open　air　are　in　a　good　vein　for　laughter。　　　From　this　point　of　view；　even　egg　A　LA　PAPIER　offered　by　way　of　　food　may　pass　muster　as　a　sort　of　accessory　to　the　fun。　　But　this　　manner　of　jest；　although　it　may　be　taken　in　good　part；　does　not　　invite　repetition；　and　from　that　time　forward；　the　Etna　voyaged　　like　a　gentleman　in　the　locker　of　the　CIGARETTE。

It　is　almost　unnecessary　to　mention　that　when　lunch　was　over　and　we　　got　aboard　again　and　made　sail；　the　wind　promptly　died　away。　　The　　rest　of　the　journey　to　Villevorde；　we　still　spread　our　canvas　to　　the　unfavouring　air；　and　with　now　and　then　a　puff；　and　now　and　then　　a　spell　of　paddling；　drifted　along　from　lock　to　lock；　between　the　　orderly　trees。

It　was　a　fine；　green；　fat　landscape；　or　rather　a　mere　green　water…　lane；　going　on　from　village　to　village。　　Things　had　a　settled　look；　　as　in　places　long　lived　in。　　Crop…headed　children　spat　upon　us　from　　the　bridges　as　we　went　below；　with　a　true　conservative　feeling。　　　But　even　more　conservative　were　the　fishermen；　intent　upon　their　　floats；　who　let　us　go　by　without　one　glance。　　They　perched　upon　　sterlings　and　buttresses　and　along　the　slope　of　the　embankment；　　gently　occupied。　　They　were　indifferent；　like　pieces　of　dead　　nature。　　They　did　not　move　any　more　than　if　they　had　been　fishing　　in　an　old　Dutch　print。　　The　leaves　fluttered；　the　water　lapped；　but　　they　continued　in　one　stay　like　so　many　churches　established　by　　law。　　You　might　have　trepanned　every　one　of　their　innocent　heads；　　and　found　no　more　than　so　much　coiled　fishing…line　below　their　　skulls。　　I　do　not　care　for　your　stalwart　fellows　in　india…rubber　　stockings　breasting　up　mountain　torrents　with　a　salmon　rod；　but　I　　do　dearly　love　the　class　of　man　who　plies　his　unfruitful　art；　for　　ever　and　a　day；　by　still　and　depopulated　waters。

At　the　last　lock；　just　beyond　Villevorde；　there　was　a　lock…mistress　　who　spoke　French　comprehensibly；　and　told　us　we　were　still　a　couple　　of　leagues　from　Brussels。　　At　the　same　place；　the　rain　began　again。　　　It　fell　in　straight；　parallel　lines；　and　the　surface　of　the　canal　　was　thrown　up　into　an　infinity　of　little　crystal　fountains。　　There　　were　no　beds　to　be　had　in　the　neighbourhood。　　Nothing　for　it　but　to　　lay　the　sails　aside　and　address　ourselves　to　steady　paddling　in　the　　rain。

Beautiful　country　houses；　with　clocks　and　long　lines　of　shuttered　　windows；　and　fine　old　trees　standing　in　groves　and　avenues；　gave　a　　rich　and　sombre　aspect　in　the　ra