第 25 节
作者:低诉      更新:2021-02-18 23:48      字数:9322
  was a girl by her yellow garb; a fisherwoman; it seemed; for in the prow of
  her craft was piled a net upon which the scales of fishes were twinklinga
  Martian;   obviously;   but   something   more   ro…   bust   than   most   of   them;   a
  savour   of   honest   work   about   her   sunburnt   face   which   my   pallid   friends
  away yonder were lacking in; and when we had stared at each other for a
  few moments in silence she came forward a step or two and said without a
  trace of fear or shyness; 〃Are you a spirit; sir?
  〃Why;〃 I answered; 〃about as much; no more and no less; than most of
  us。〃
  〃Aye;〃 she said。        〃I thought   you were; for none  but spirits live  here
  upon this island; are you for good or evil?〃
  〃Far   better   for   the   breakfast   of   which   I   fear   I   have   robbed   you;   but
  wandering along the shore and finding   this pot boiling with no owner;  I
  ventured   to   sample   it;   and   it   was   so   good   my   appetite   got   the   better   of
  manners。〃
  The girl bowed; and standing at a respectful distance asked if I would
  like some fish as well; she had some; but not many; and if I would eat she
  would cook them for me in a minuteit was not often; she added lightly;
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  she had met one of my kind before。                In fact; it was obvious that simple
  person did actually take me for a being of another world; and was it for me
  to say she was wrong?          So adopt… ing a dignity worthy of my reputation I
  nodded gravely to her offer。           She fetched from the boat four little fishes
  of the daintiest kind imaginable。           They were each about as big as a hand
  and pale blue when you looked down upon them; but so clear against the
  light   that   every   bone   and   vein   in   their   bodies   could   be   traced。 These
  were wrapped just as they were in a broad; green leaf and then the Martian;
  taking a pointed stick; made a hollow in the white ashes; laid them in side
  by side; and drew the hot dust over again。
  While   they   cooked   we   chatted   as   though   the   acquaintance   were   the
  most   casual   thing   in   the   world;   and   I   found   it   was   indeed   an   island   we
  were on and not the mainland; as I had hoped at first。                 Seth; she told me;
  was far away to the eastward; and if the woodmen had gone by in   their
  ships they would have passed round to the north…west of where we were。
  I   spent   an   hour   or   two   with   that   amiable   individual;   and;   it   is   to   be
  hoped;   sustained   the   character   of   a   spiritual   visitant   with   considerable
  dignity。     In one particular at least; that; namely; of appetite; I did honour
  to my supposed source; and as my entertainer would not hear of payment
  in   material   kind;   all   I   could   do   was   to   show   her   some   conjuring   tricks;
  which greatly increased her belief in my supernatural origin; and to teach
  her   some   new   hitches   and   knots;   using   her   fishing…line   as   a   means   of
  illustration; a demonstration which called from her the natural observation
  that   we   must   be   good   sailors   〃up   aloft〃   since   we   knew   so   much   about
  cordage; then we parted。
  She had seen nothing of the woodmen; though she had heard they had
  been to Seth and thought; from some niceties of geographical calculation
  which   I   could   not   follow;   they   would   have   crossed   to   the   north;   as   just
  stated; of her island。 There she told me; with much surprise at my desire
  for   the   information;   how   I   might;   by   following   the   forest   track   to   the
  westward coast; make my way to a fishing village; where they would give
  me a canoe and direct me; since such was my extraordinary wish; to the
  place where; if anywhere; the wild men had touched on their way home。
  She filled my wallet with dried honey…cakes and my mouth with sugar
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  plums from her little store; then down on her knees went that poor waif of
  a   worn…out   civilisation   and   kissed   my   hands   in   humble   farewell;   and   I;
  blushing   to   be   so   saluted;   and   after   all   but   a   sailor;   got   her   by   the   rosy
  fingers   and   lifted   her   up   shoulder   high;   and   getting   one   hand   under   her
  chin and the other behind her head kissed her twice upon her pretty cheeks;
  and so; I say; we parted。
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  CHAPTER X
  Off  into   the   forest   I   went;   feeling   a   boyish   elation   to   be   so   free  nor
  taking heed or count of the reckless adventure before me。                   The Martian
  weather for the moment was lovely and the many…coloured grass lush and
  soft under foot。       Mile after mile I went; heeding the distance lightly; the
  air   was   so   elastic。  Now   pressing   forward   as   the   main   interest   of   my
  errand took the upper hand; and remembrance of poor Heru like a crushed
  white flower in the red grip of those cruel ravishers came upon me; and
  then pausing to sigh with pleasure or stand agapeforgetful even of herin
  wonder of the unknown loveliness about me。
  And   well   might   I   stare!   Everything   in   that   forest   was   wonderful!
  There   were   plants   which   turned   from   colour   to   colour   with   the   varying
  hours of the day。       While others had a growth so swift it was dangerous to
  sit in their neighbour… hood since the long; succulent tendrils clambering
  from the   parent stem  would weave   you into a helpless tangle   while   you
  gazed;     fascinated;    upon    them。    There     were    plants   that   climbed    and
  walked;   sighing   plants   who   called   the   winged   things   of   the   air   to   them
  with a noise so like to a girl sobbing that again and again I stopped in the
  tangled   path   to   listen。   There   were   green   bladder…mosses   which   swam
  about the surface of the still pools like gigantic frog…broods。               There were
  on    the   ridges   warrior    trees  burning     in  the   vindictiveness     of  a  long
  forgotten causea blaze of crimson scimitar thorns from root to topmost
  twig;    and   down     again   in  the  cool   hollows     were   lady…bushes      making
  twilight of the green gloom with their cloudy ivory blos… soms and filling
  the shadows with such a heavy scent that head and heart reeled with fatal
  pleasure as one pushed aside their branches。              Every river…bed was full of
  mighty   reeds;   whose   stems   clattered   together   when   the   wind   blew   like
  swords   on   shields;   and   every   now   and   then   a   bit   of   forest   was   woven
  together with the ropey stems of giant creepers till no man or beast could
  have passed save for the paths which constant use had kept open through
  the mazes。
  All day long I wandered on through those wonderful woodlands; and
  in   fact   loitered   so   much   over   their   infinite   marvels   that   when   sundown
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  came all too soon there was still undulating forest everywhere; vistas   of
  fairy   glades   on   every   hand;   peopled   with   incredible   things   and   echoing
  with   sounds that   excited   the  ears   as   much   as other things   fascinated   the
  eyes; but no sign of the sea or my fishing village anywhere。
  It did not matter; a little of the Martian leisureliness was getting into
  my blood: 〃If not today; why then tomorrow;〃 as An would have said; and
  with this for comfort I selected a warm; sandy hollow under the roots of a
  big tree; made my brief arrangements for the night; ate some honey cakes;
  and was soon sleeping blissfully。
  I   woke   early   next   morning;   after   many   hours   of   interrupted   dreams;
  and having nothing to do till the white haze had lifted and made it possible
  to start again; rested idly a time on my elbow and watched the sunshine
  filter into the recesses。
  Very  pretty  it   was   to   see  the  thick   canopy  overhead;   by  star…light   so
  impenetrable; open its chinks and fissures as the searching sun came upon
  it;  to   see  the   pin…hole    gaps    shine    like  spangles     presently;    the  spaces
  broaden   into   lesser   suns;   and   even   the   thick   leafage   brighten   and   shine
  down   on   me   with   a   soft   sea…green   radiance。