an inland voyage-第21节
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I wonder if other people would make the same allowances for me！ Like the ladies of Creil； having recited my rosary of toleration； I look for my indulgence on the spot。
PRECY AND THE MARIONNETTES
WE made Precy about sundown。 The plain is rich with tufts of poplar。 In a wide； luminous curve； the Oise lay under the hillside。 A faint mist began to rise and confound the different distances together。 There was not a sound audible but that of the sheep…bells in some meadows by the river； and the creaking of a cart down the long road that descends the hill。 The villas in their gardens； the shops along the street； all seemed to have been deserted the day before； and I felt inclined to walk discreetly as one feels in a silent forest。 All of a sudden； we came round a corner； and there； in a little green round the church； was a bevy of girls in Parisian costumes playing croquet。 Their laughter； and the hollow sound of ball and mallet； made a cheery stir in the neighbourhood； and the look of these slim figures； all corseted and ribboned； produced an answerable disturbance in our hearts。 We were within sniff of Paris； it seemed。 And here were females of our own species playing croquet； just as if Precy had been a place in real life； instead of a stage in the fairyland of travel。 For； to be frank； the peasant woman is scarcely to be counted as a woman at all； and after having passed by such a succession of people in petticoats digging and hoeing and making dinner； this company of coquettes under arms made quite a surprising feature in the landscape； and convinced us at once of being fallible males。
The inn at Precy is the worst inn in France。 Not even in Scotland have I found worse fare。 It was kept by a brother and sister； neither of whom was out of their teens。 The sister； so to speak； prepared a meal for us； and the brother； who had been tippling； came in and brought with him a tipsy butcher； to entertain us as we ate。 We found pieces of loo…warm pork among the salad； and pieces of unknown yielding substance in the RAGOUT。 The butcher entertained us with pictures of Parisian life； with which he professed himself well acquainted； the brother sitting the while on the edge of the billiard…table； toppling precariously； and sucking the stump of a cigar。 In the midst of these diversions； bang went a drum past the house； and a hoarse voice began issuing a proclamation。 It was a man with marionnettes announcing a performance for that evening。
He had set up his caravan and lighted his candles on another part of the girls' croquet…green； under one of those open sheds which are so common in France to shelter markets； and he and his wife； by the time we strolled up there； were trying to keep order with the audience。
It was the most absurd contention。 The show…people had set out a certain number of benches； and all who sat upon them were to pay a couple of SOUS for the accommodation。 They were always quite full … a bumper house … as long as nothing was going forward； but let the show…woman appear with an eye to a collection； and at the first rattle of her tambourine the audience slipped off the seats； and stood round on the outside with their hands in their pockets。 It certainly would have tried an angel's temper。 The showman roared from the proscenium； he had been all over France； and nowhere； nowhere； 'not even on the borders of Germany；' had he met with such misconduct。 Such thieves and rogues and rascals； as he called them！ And every now and again； the wife issued on another round； and added her shrill quota to the tirade。 I remarked here； as elsewhere； how far more copious is the female mind in the material of insult。 The audience laughed in high good…humour over the man's declamations； but they bridled and cried aloud under the woman's pungent sallies。 She picked out the sore points。 She had the honour of the village at her mercy。 Voices answered her angrily out of the crowd； and received a smarting retort for their trouble。 A couple of old ladies beside me； who had duly paid for their seats； waxed very red and indignant； and discoursed to each other audibly about the impudence of these mountebanks； but as soon as the show…woman caught a whisper of this； she was down upon them with a swoop： if mesdames could persuade their neighbours to act with common honesty； the mountebanks； she assured them； would be polite enough： mesdames had probably had their bowl of soup； and perhaps a glass of wine that evening； the mountebanks also had a taste for soup； and did not choose to have their little earnings stolen from them before their eyes。 Once； things came as far as a brief personal encounter between the show…man and some lads； in which the former went down as readily as one of his own marionnettes to a peal of jeering laughter。
I was a good deal astonished at this scene； because I am pretty well acquainted with the ways of French strollers； more or less artistic； and have always found them singularly pleasing。 Any stroller must be dear to the right…thinking heart； if it were only as a living protest against offices and the mercantile spirit； and as something to remind us that life is not by necessity the kind of thing we generally make it。 Even a German band； if you see it leaving town in the early morning for a campaign in country places； among trees and meadows； has a romantic flavour for the imagination。 There is nobody； under thirty； so dead but his heart will stir a little at sight of a gypsies' camp。 'We are not cotton…spinners all'； or； at least； not all through。 There is some life in humanity yet： and youth will now and again find a brave word to say in dispraise of riches； and throw up a situation to go strolling with a knapsack。
An Englishman has always special facilities for intercourse with French gymnasts； for England is the natural home of gymnasts。 This or that fellow； in his tights and spangles； is sure to know a word or two of English； to have drunk English AFF…'N…AFF； and perhaps performed in an English music…hall。 He is a countryman of mine by profession。 He leaps； like the Belgian boating men； to the notion that I must be an athlete myself。
But the gymnast is not my favourite； he has little or no tincture of the artist in his composition； his soul is small and pedestrian； for the most part； since his profession makes no call upon it； and does not accustom him to high ideas。 But if a man is only so much of an actor that he can stumble through a farce； he is made free of a new order of thoughts。 He has something else to think about beside the money…box。 He has a pride of his own； and； what is of far more importance； he has an aim before him that he can never quite attain。 He has gone upon a pilgrimage that will last him his life long； because there is no end to it short of perfection。 He will better upon himself a little day by day； or even if he has given up the attempt； he will always remember that once upon a time he had conceived this high ideal； that once upon a time he had fallen in love with a star。 ''Tis better to have loved and lost。' Although the moon should have nothing to say to Endymion； although he should settle down with Audrey and feed pigs； do you not think he would move with a better grace； and cherish higher thoughts to the end？ The louts he meets at church never had a fancy above Audrey's snood； but there is a reminiscence in Endymion's heart that； like a spice； keeps it fresh and haughty。
To be even one of the outskirters of art； leaves a fine stamp on a man's countenance。 I remember once dining with a party in the inn at Chateau Landon。 Most of them were unmistakable bagmen； others well…to…do peasantry； but there was one young fellow in a blouse； whose face stood out from among the rest surprisingly。 It looked more finished； more of the spirit looked out through it； it had a living； expressive air； and you could see that his eyes took things in。 My companion and I wondered greatly who and what he could be。 It was fair…time in Chateau Landon； and when we went along to the booths； we had our question answered； for there was our friend busily fiddling for the peasants to caper to。 He was a wandering violinist。
A troop of strollers once came to the inn where I was staying； in the department of Seine et Marne。 There was a father and mother； two daughters； brazen； blowsy hussies； who sang and acted； without an idea of how to set about either； and a dark young man； like a tutor； a recalcitrant house…painter； who sang and acted not amiss。 The mother was the genius of the party； so far as genius can be spoken of with regard to such a pack of incompetent humbugs； and her husband could not find words to express his admiration for her comic countryman。 'You should see my old woman；' said he； and nodded his beery countenance。 One night they performed in the stable…yard； with flaring lamps … a wretched exhibition； coldly looked upon by a village audience。 Next night； as soon as the lamps were lighted； there came a plump of rain； and they had to sweep away their baggage as fast as possible； and make off to th
