an inland voyage-第6节
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and with a flavour of great voyages。 The owner of the granary came to our assistance； singled out one little fellow and threatened him with corporalities； or I suspect we should have had to find the way for ourselves。 As it was； he was more frightened at the granary man than the strangers； having perhaps had some experience of the former。 But I fancy his little heart must have been going at a fine rate； for he kept trotting at a respectful distance in front； and looking back at us with scared eyes。 Not otherwise may the children of the young world have guided Jove or one of his Olympian compeers on an adventure。
A miry lane led us up from Quartes with its church and bickering windmill。 The hinds were trudging homewards from the fields。 A brisk little woman passed us by。 She was seated across a donkey between a pair of glittering milk…cans； and； as she went； she kicked jauntily with her heels upon the donkey's side； and scattered shrill remarks among the wayfarers。 It was notable that none of the tired men took the trouble to reply。 Our conductor soon led us out of the lane and across country。 The sun had gone down； but the west in front of us was one lake of level gold。 The path wandered a while in the open； and then passed under a trellis like a bower indefinitely prolonged。 On either hand were shadowy orchards； cottages lay low among the leaves； and sent their smoke to heaven； every here and there； in an opening； appeared the great gold face of the west。
I never saw the CIGARETTE in such an idyllic frame of mind。 He waxed positively lyrical in praise of country scenes。 I was little less exhilarated myself； the mild air of the evening； the shadows； the rich lights and the silence； made a symphonious accompaniment about our walk； and we both determined to avoid towns for the future and sleep in hamlets。
At last the path went between two houses； and turned the party out into a wide muddy high…road； bordered； as far as the eye could reach on either hand； by an unsightly village。 The houses stood well back； leaving a ribbon of waste land on either side of the road； where there were stacks of firewood； carts； barrows； rubbish… heaps； and a little doubtful grass。 Away on the left； a gaunt tower stood in the middle of the street。 What it had been in past ages； I know not： probably a hold in time of war； but now…a…days it bore an illegible dial…plate in its upper parts； and near the bottom an iron letter…box。
The inn to which we had been recommended at Quartes was full； or else the landlady did not like our looks。 I ought to say； that with our long； damp india…rubber bags； we presented rather a doubtful type of civilisation： like rag…and…bone men； the CIGARETTE imagined。 'These gentlemen are pedlars？ … CES MESSIEURS SONT DES MARCHANDS？' … asked the landlady。 And then； without waiting for an answer； which I suppose she thought superfluous in so plain a case； recommended us to a butcher who lived hard by the tower； and took in travellers to lodge。
Thither went we。 But the butcher was flitting； and all his beds were taken down。 Or else he didn't like our look。 As a parting shot； we had 'These gentlemen are pedlars？'
It began to grow dark in earnest。 We could no longer distinguish the faces of the people who passed us by with an inarticulate good… evening。 And the householders of Pont seemed very economical with their oil； for we saw not a single window lighted in all that long village。 I believe it is the longest village in the world； but I daresay in our predicament every pace counted three times over。 We were much cast down when we came to the last auberge； and looking in at the dark door； asked timidly if we could sleep there for the night。 A female voice assented in no very friendly tones。 We clapped the bags down and found our way to chairs。
The place was in total darkness； save a red glow in the chinks and ventilators of the stove。 But now the landlady lit a lamp to see her new guests； I suppose the darkness was what saved us another expulsion； for I cannot say she looked gratified at our appearance。 We were in a large bare apartment； adorned with two allegorical prints of Music and Painting； and a copy of the law against public drunkenness。 On one side； there was a bit of a bar； with some half…a…dozen bottles。 Two labourers sat waiting supper； in attitudes of extreme weariness； a plain…looking lass bustled about with a sleepy child of two； and the landlady began to derange the pots upon the stove； and set some beefsteak to grill。
'These gentlemen are pedlars？' she asked sharply。 And that was all the conversation forthcoming。 We began to think we might be pedlars after all。 I never knew a population with so narrow a range of conjecture as the innkeepers of Pont…sur…Sambre。 But manners and bearing have not a wider currency than bank…notes。 You have only to get far enough out of your beat； and all your accomplished airs will go for nothing。 These Hainaulters could see no difference between us and the average pedlar。 Indeed we had some grounds for reflection while the steak was getting ready； to see how perfectly they accepted us at their own valuation； and how our best politeness and best efforts at entertainment seemed to fit quite suitably with the character of packmen。 At least it seemed a good account of the profession in France； that even before such judges we could not beat them at our own weapons。
At last we were called to table。 The two hinds （and one of them looked sadly worn and white in the face； as though sick with over… work and under…feeding） supped off a single plate of some sort of bread…berry； some potatoes in their jackets； a small cup of coffee sweetened with sugar…candy； and one tumbler of swipes。 The landlady； her son； and the lass aforesaid； took the same。 Our meal was quite a banquet by comparison。 We had some beefsteak； not so tender as it might have been； some of the potatoes； some cheese； an extra glass of the swipes； and white sugar in our coffee。
You see what it is to be a gentleman … I beg your pardon； what it is to be a pedlar。 It had not before occurred to me that a pedlar was a great man in a labourer's ale…house； but now that I had to enact the part for an evening； I found that so it was。 He has in his hedge quarters somewhat the same pre…eminency as the man who takes a private parlour in an hotel。 The more you look into it； the more infinite are the class distinctions among men； and possibly； by a happy dispensation； there is no one at all at the bottom of the scale； no one but can find some superiority over somebody else； to keep up his pride withal。
We were displeased enough with our fare。 Particularly the CIGARETTE； for I tried to make believe that I was amused with the adventure； tough beefsteak and all。 According to the Lucretian maxim； our steak should have been flavoured by the look of the other people's bread…berry。 But we did not find it so in practice。 You may have a head…knowledge that other people live more poorly than yourself； but it is not agreeable … I was going to say； it is against the etiquette of the universe … to sit at the same table and pick your own superior diet from among their crusts。 I had not seen such a thing done since the greedy boy at school with his birthday cake。 It was odious enough to witness； I could remember； and I had never thought to play the part myself。 But there again you see what it is to be a pedlar。
There is no doubt that the poorer classes in our country are much more charitably disposed than their superiors in wealth。 And I fancy it must arise a great deal from the comparative indistinction of the easy and the not so easy in these ranks。 A workman or a pedlar cannot shutter himself off from his less comfortable neighbours。 If he treats himself to a luxury； he must do it in the face of a dozen who cannot。 And what should more directly lead to charitable thoughts？ 。 。 。 Thus the poor man； camping out in life； sees it as it is； and knows that every mouthful he puts in his belly has been wrenched out of the fingers of the hungry。
But at a certain stage of prosperity； as in a balloon ascent； the fortunate person passes through a zone of clouds； and sublunary matters are thenceforward hidden from his view。 He sees nothing but the heavenly bodies； all in admirable order； and positively as good as new。 He finds himself surrounded in the most touching manner by the attentions of Providence； and compares himself involuntarily with the lilies and the skylarks。 He does not precisely sing； of course； but then he looks so unassuming in his open landau！ If all the world dined at one table； this philosophy would meet with some rude knocks。
PONT…SUR…SAMBRE
THE TRAVELLING MERCHANT
LIKE the lackeys in Moliere's farce； when the true nobleman broke in on their high life below stairs； we were destined to be confronted with a real pedlar。 To make the lesson still more poignant for fallen gentlemen like us； he was a pedlar of infinitely more consideration than the sort of scurvy fellows we were taken for： like a lion among mice； or a shi
