第 23 节
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精灵王 更新:2024-12-10 17:43 字数:9322
nothing but ridicule in the present and punishment in the future。
Doubtless our officers winked pretty hard at this interchange of
courtesies; but doubtless it would be impossible to wink at so
gross a fault; or rather so pitiable a misadventure as mine; and
you are to conceive me wandering in the plains of Castile;
benighted; charged with a wine…skin for which I had no use; and
with no knowledge whatever of the whereabouts of my musket; beyond
that it was somewhere in my Lord Wellington's army。 But my
Englishman was either a very honest fellow; or else extremely
thirsty; and at last contrived to advertise me of his new position。
Now; the English sentry in Castile; and the wounded hero in the
Durham public…house; were one and the same person; and if he had
been a little less drunk; or myself less lively in getting away;
the travels of M。 St。 Ives might have come to an untimely end。
I suppose this woke me up; it stirred in me besides a spirit of
opposition; and in spite of cold; darkness; the highwaymen and the
footpads; I determined to walk right on till breakfast…time: a
happy resolution; which enabled me to observe one of those traits
of manners which at once depict a country and condemn it。 It was
near midnight when I saw; a great way ahead of me; the light of
many torches; presently after; the sound of wheels reached me; and
the slow tread of feet; and soon I had joined myself to the rear of
a sordid; silent; and lugubrious procession; such as we see in
dreams。 Close on a hundred persons marched by torchlight in
unbroken silence; in their midst a cart; and in the cart; on an
inclined platform; the dead body of a man … the centre…piece of
this solemnity; the hero whose obsequies we were come forth at this
unusual hour to celebrate。 It was but a plain; dingy old fellow of
fifty or sixty; his throat cut; his shirt turned over as though to
show the wound。 Blue trousers and brown socks completed his
attire; if we can talk so of the dead。 He had a horrid look of a
waxwork。 In the tossing of the lights he seemed to make faces and
mouths at us; to frown; and to be at times upon the point of
speech。 The cart; with this shabby and tragic freight; and
surrounded by its silent escort and bright torches; continued for
some distance to creak along the high…road; and I to follow it in
amazement; which was soon exchanged for horror。 At the corner of a
lane the procession stopped; and; as the torches ranged themselves
along the hedgerow…side; I became aware of a grave dug in the midst
of the thoroughfare; and a provision of quicklime piled in the
ditch。 The cart was backed to the margin; the body slung off the
platform and dumped into the grave with an irreverent roughness。 A
sharpened stake had hitherto served it for a pillow。 It was now
withdrawn; held in its place by several volunteers; and a fellow
with a heavy mallet (the sound of which still haunts me at night)
drove it home through the bosom of the corpse。 The hole was filled
with quicklime; and the bystanders; as if relieved of some
oppression; broke at once into a sound of whispered speech。
My shirt stuck to me; my heart had almost ceased beating; and I
found my tongue with difficulty。
'I beg your pardon;' I gasped to a neighbour; 'what is this? what
has he done? is it allowed?'
'Why; where do you come from?' replied the man。
'I am a traveller; sir;' said I; 'and a total stranger in this part
of the country。 I had lost my way when I saw your torches; and
came by chance on this … this incredible scene。 Who was the man?'
'A suicide;' said he。 'Ay; he was a bad one; was Johnnie Green。'
It appeared this was a wretch who had committed many barbarous
murders; and being at last upon the point of discovery fell of his
own hand。 And the nightmare at the crossroads was the regular
punishment; according to the laws of England; for an act which the
Romans honoured as a virtue! Whenever an Englishman begins to
prate of civilisation (as; indeed; it's a defect they are rather
prone to); I hear the measured blows of a mallet; see the
bystanders crowd with torches about the grave; smile a little to
myself in conscious superiority … and take a thimbleful of brandy
for the stomach's sake。
I believe it must have been at my next stage; for I remember going
to bed extremely early; that I came to the model of a good old…
fashioned English inn; and was attended on by the picture of a
pretty chambermaid。 We had a good many pleasant passages as she
waited table or warmed my bed for me with a devil of a brass
warming pan; fully larger than herself; and as she was no less pert
than she was pretty; she may be said to have given rather better
than she took。 I cannot tell why (unless it were for the sake of
her saucy eyes); but I made her my confidante; told her I was
attached to a young lady in Scotland; and received the
encouragement of her sympathy; mingled and connected with a fair
amount of rustic wit。 While I slept the down…mail stopped for
supper; it chanced that one of the passengers left behind a copy of
the EDINBURGH COURANT; and the next morning my pretty chambermaid
set the paper before me at breakfast; with the remark that there
was some news from my lady…love。 I took it eagerly; hoping to find
some further word of our escape; in which I was disappointed; and I
was about to lay it down; when my eye fell on a paragraph
immediately concerning me。 Faa was in hospital; grievously sick;
and warrants were out for the arrest of Sim and Candlish。 These
two men had shown themselves very loyal to me。 This trouble
emerging; the least I could do was to be guided by a similar
loyalty to them。 Suppose my visit to my uncle crowned with some
success; and my finances re…established; I determined I should
immediately return to Edinburgh; put their case in the hands of a
good lawyer; and await events。 So my mind was very lightly made up
to what proved a mighty serious matter。 Candlish and Sim were all
very well in their way; and I do sincerely trust I should have been
at some pains to help them; had there been nothing else。 But in
truth my heart and my eyes were set on quite another matter; and I
received the news of their tribulation almost with joy。 That is
never a bad wind that blows where we want to go; and you may be
sure there was nothing unwelcome in a circumstance that carried me
back to Edinburgh and Flora。 From that hour I began to indulge
myself with the making of imaginary scenes and interviews; in which
I confounded the aunt; flattered Ronald; and now in the witty; now
in the sentimental manner; declared my love and received the
assurance of its return。 By means of this exercise my resolution
daily grew stronger; until at last I had piled together such a mass
of obstinacy as it would have taken a cataclysm of nature to
subvert。
'Yes;' said I to the chambermaid; 'here is news of my lady…love
indeed; and very good news too。'
All that day; in the teeth of a keen winter wind; I hugged myself
in my plaid; and it was as though her arms were flung around me。
CHAPTER XII … I FOLLOW A COVERED CART NEARLY TO MY DESTINATION
AT last I began to draw near; by reasonable stages; to the
neighbourhood of Wakefield; and the name of Mr。 Burchell Fenn came
to the top in my memory。 This was the gentleman (the reader may
remember) who made a trade of forwarding the escape of French
prisoners。 How he did so: whether he had a sign…board; ESCAPES
FORWARDED; APPLY WITHIN; what he charged for his services; or
whether they were gratuitous and charitable; were all matters of
which I was at once ignorant and extremely curious。 Thanks to my
proficiency in English; and Mr。 Romaine's bank…notes; I was getting
on swimmingly without him; but the trouble was that I could not be
easy till I had come to the bottom of these mysteries; and it was
my difficulty that I knew nothing of him beyond the name。 I knew
not his trade beyond that of Forwarder of Escapes … whether he
lived in town or country; whether he were rich or poor; nor by what
kind of address I was to gain his confidence。 It would have a very
bad appearance to go along the highwayside asking after a man of
whom I could give so scanty an account; and I should look like a
fool; indeed; if I were to present myself at his door and find the
police in occupation! The interest of the conundrum; however;
tempted me; and I turned aside from my direct road to pass by
Wakefield; kept my ears pricked; as I went; for any mention of his
name; and relied for the rest on my good fortune。 If Luck (who
must certainly be feminine) favoured me as far as to throw me in
the man's way; I should owe the lady a candle; if not; I could very
readily console myself。 In this experimental hum