第 19 节
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精灵王 更新:2024-12-10 17:43 字数:9322
though he walked with an ugly roll and no great appearance of
speed; he could cover the around at a good rate when he wanted to。
Each looked at the other: I with natural curiosity; he with a great
appearance of distaste。 I have heard since that his heart was
entirely set against me; he had seen me kneel to the ladies; and
diagnosed me for a 'gesterin' eediot。'
'So; ye're for England; are ye?' said he。
I told him yes。
'Weel; there's waur places; I believe;' was his reply; and he
relapsed into a silence which was not broken during a quarter of an
hour of steady walking。
This interval brought us to the foot of a bare green valley; which
wound upwards and backwards among the hills。 A little stream came
down the midst and made a succession of clear pools; near by the
lowest of which I was aware of a drove of shaggy cattle; and a man
who seemed the very counterpart of Mr。 Sim making a breakfast upon
bread and cheese。 This second drover (whose name proved to be
Candlish) rose on our approach。
'Here's a mannie that's to gang through with us;' said Sim。 'It
was the auld wife; Gilchrist; wanted it。'
'Aweel; aweel;' said the other; and presently; remembering his
manners; and looking on me with a solemn grin; 'A fine day!' says
he。
I agreed with him; and asked him how he did。
'Brawly;' was the reply; and without further civilities; the pair
proceeded to get the cattle under way。 This; as well as almost all
the herding; was the work of a pair of comely and intelligent dogs;
directed by Sim or Candlish in little more than monosyllables。
Presently we were ascending the side of the mountain by a rude
green track; whose presence I had not hitherto observed。 A
continual sound of munching and the crying of a great quantity of
moor birds accompanied our progress; which the deliberate pace and
perennial appetite of the cattle rendered wearisomely slow。 In the
midst my two conductors marched in a contented silence that I could
not but admire。 The more I looked at them; the more I was
impressed by their absurd resemblance to each other。 They were
dressed in the same coarse homespun; carried similar sticks; were
equally begrimed about the nose with snuff; and each wound in an
identical plaid of what is called the shepherd's tartan。 In a back
view they might be described as indistinguishable; and even from
the front they were much alike。 An incredible coincidence of
humours augmented the impression。 Thrice and four times I
attempted to pave the way for some exchange of thought; sentiment;
or … at the least of it … human words。 An AY or an NHM was the
sole return; and the topic died on the hill…side without echo。 I
can never deny that I was chagrined; and when; after a little more
walking; Sim turned towards me and offered me a ram's horn of
snuff; with the question 'Do ye use it?' I answered; with some
animation; 'Faith; sir; I would use pepper to introduce a little
cordiality。' But even this sally failed to reach; or at least
failed to soften; my companions。
At this rate we came to the summit of a ridge; and saw the track
descend in front of us abruptly into a desert vale; about a league
in length; and closed at the farther end by no less barren
hilltops。 Upon this point of vantage Sim came to a halt; took off
his hat; and mopped his brow。
'Weel;' he said; 'here we're at the top o' Howden。'
'The top o' Howden; sure eneuch;' said Candlish。
'Mr。 St。 Ivey; are ye dry?' said the first。
'Now; really;' said I; 'is not this Satan reproving sin?'
'What ails ye; man?' said he。 'I'm offerin' ye a dram。'
'Oh; if it be anything to drink;' said I; 'I am as dry as my
neighbours。'
Whereupon Sim produced from the corner of his plaid a black bottle;
and we all drank and pledged each other。 I found these gentlemen
followed upon such occasions an invariable etiquette; which you may
be certain I made haste to imitate。 Each wiped his mouth with the
back of his left hand; held up the bottle in his right; remarked
with emphasis; 'Here's to ye!' and swallowed as much of the spirit
as his fancy prompted。 This little ceremony; which was the nearest
thing to manners I could perceive in either of my companions; was
repeated at becoming intervals; generally after an ascent。
Occasionally we shared a mouthful of ewe…milk cheese and an
inglorious form of bread; which I understood (but am far from
engaging my honour on the point) to be called 'shearer's bannock。'
And that may be said to have concluded our whole active intercourse
for the first day。
I had the more occasion to remark the extraordinarily desolate
nature of that country; through which the drove road continued;
hour after hour and even day after day; to wind。 A continual
succession of insignificant shaggy hills; divided by the course of
ten thousand brooks; through which we had to wade; or by the side
of which we encamped at night; infinite perspectives of heather;
infinite quantities of moorfowl; here and there; by a stream side;
small and pretty clumps of willows or the silver birch; here and
there; the ruins of ancient and inconsiderable fortresses … made
the unchanging characters of the scene。 Occasionally; but only in
the distance; we could perceive the smoke of a small town or of an
isolated farmhouse or cottage on the moors; more often; a flock of
sheep and its attendant shepherd; or a rude field of agriculture
perhaps not yet harvested。 With these alleviations; we might
almost be said to pass through an unbroken desert … sure; one of
the most impoverished in Europe; and when I recalled to mind that
we were yet but a few leagues from the chief city (where the law
courts sat every day with a press of business; soldiers garrisoned
the castle; and men of admitted parts were carrying on the practice
of letters and the investigations of science); it gave me a
singular view of that poor; barren; and yet illustrious country
through which I travelled。 Still more; perhaps; did it commend the
wisdom of Miss Gilchrist in sending me with these uncouth
companions and by this unfrequented path。
My itinerary is by no means clear to me; the names and distances I
never clearly knew; and have now wholly forgotten; and this is the
more to be regretted as there is no doubt that; in the course of
those days; I must have passed and camped among sites which have
been rendered illustrious by the pen of Walter Scott。 Nay; more; I
am of opinion that I was still more favoured by fortune; and have
actually met and spoken with that inimitable author。 Our encounter
was of a tall; stoutish; elderly gentleman; a little grizzled; and
of a rugged but cheerful and engaging countenance。 He sat on a
hill pony; wrapped in a plaid over his green coat; and was
accompanied by a horse…woman; his daughter; a young lady of the
most charming appearance。 They overtook us on a stretch of heath;
reined up as they came alongside; and accompanied us for perhaps a
quarter of an hour before they galloped off again across the
hillsides to our left。 Great was my amazement to find the
unconquerable Mr。 Sim thaw immediately on the accost of this
strange gentleman; who hailed him with a ready familiarity;
proceeded at once to discuss with him the trade of droving and the
prices of cattle; and did not disdain to take a pinch from the
inevitable ram's horn。 Presently I was aware that the stranger's
eye was directed on myself; and there ensued a conversation; some
of which I could not help overhearing at the time; and the rest
have pieced together more or less plausibly from the report of Sim。
'Surely that must be an AMATEUR DROVER ye have gotten there?' the
gentleman seems to have asked。
Sim replied; I was a young gentleman that had a reason of his own
to travel privately。
'Well; well; ye must tell me nothing of that。 I am in the law; you
know; and TACE is the Latin for a candle;' answered the gentleman。
'But I hope it's nothing bad。'
Sim told him it was no more than debt。
'Oh; Lord; if that be all!' cried the gentleman; and turning to
myself; 'Well; sir;' he added; 'I understand you are taking a tramp
through our forest here for the pleasure of the thing?'
'Why; yes; sir;' said I; 'and I must say I am very well
entertained。'
'I envy you;' said he。 'I have jogged many miles of it myself when
I was younger。 My youth lies buried about here under every
heather…bush; like the soul of the licentiate Lucius。 But you
should have a guide。 The pleasure of this country is much in the
legends; which grow as plentiful as blackberries。' And directing
my attention to a little fragment of a broken wall no greater than
a tombstone; he told me for an example a story of its earlier
inhabitants。 Years after it chanced th