第 135 节
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恐龙王 更新:2021-02-21 15:33 字数:9322
settled down here; as he had a right to do if he pleased; and not
being able to drive him out; they went away after quarrelling with
me; too; for not choosing to side with them; so I stayed here along
with the young man; there being room for us both; and the place
being as free to me as to him。'
'And in order that you may be no longer puzzled with respect to
myself;' said I; 'I will give you a brief outline of my history。 I
am the son of honourable parents; who gave me a first…rate
education; as far as literature and languages went; with which
education I endeavoured; on the death of my father; to advance
myself to wealth and reputation in the big city; but failing in the
attempt; I conceived a disgust for the busy world; and determined
to retire from it。 After wandering about for some time; and
meeting with various adventures; in one of which I contrived to
obtain a pony; cart; and certain tools used by smiths and tinkers;
I came to this place; where I amused myself with making horse…
shoes; or rather pony…shoes; having acquired the art of wielding
the hammer and tongs from a strange kind of smith … not him of
Gretna Green … whom I knew in my childhood。 And here I lived;
doing harm to no one; quite lonely and solitary; till one fine
morning the premises were visited by this young gentlewoman and her
companions。 She did herself anything but justice when she said
that her companions quarrelled with her because she would not side
with them against me; they quarrelled with her because she came
most heroically to my assistance as I was on the point of being
murdered; and she forgot to tell you that; after they had abandoned
her; she stood by me in the … dark hour; comforting and cheering
me; when unspeakable dread; to which I am occasionally subject;
took possession of my mind。 She says she is nothing to me; even as
I am nothing to her。 I am of course nothing to her; but she is
mistaken in thinking she is nothing to me。 I entertain the highest
regard and admiration for her; being convinced that I might search
the whole world in vain for a nature more heroic and devoted。'
'And for my part;' said Belle; with a sob; 'a more quiet agreeable
partner in a place like this I would not wish to have; it is true
he has strange ways; and frequently puts words into my mouth very
difficult to utter; but … but … ' and here she buried her face once
more in her hands。
'Well;' said the postilion; 'I have been mistaken about you; that
is; not altogether; but in part。 You are not rich folks; it seems;
but you are not common people; and that I could have sworn。 What I
call a shame is; that some people I have known are not in your
place and you in theirs; you with their estates and borough
interest; they in this dingle with these carts and animals; but
there is no help for these things。 Were I the great Mumbo Jumbo
above; I would endeavour to manage matters better; but being a
simple postilion; glad to earn three shillings a day; I can't be
expected to do much。'
'Who is Mumbo Jumbo?' said I。
'Ah!' said the postilion; 'I see there may be a thing or two I know
better than yourself。 Mumbo Jumbo is a god of the black coast; to
which people go for ivory and gold。'
'Were you ever there?' I demanded。
'No;' said the postilion; 'but I heard plenty of Mumbo Jumbo when I
was a boy。'
'I wish you would tell us something about yourself。 I believe that
your own real history would prove quite as entertaining; if not
more; than that which you imagined about us。'
'I am rather tired;' said the postilion; 'and my leg is rather
troublesome。 I should be glad to try to sleep upon one of your
blankets。 However; as you wish to hear something about me; I shall
be happy to oblige you; but your fire is rather low; and this place
is chilly。'
Thereupon I arose; and put fresh charcoal on the pan; then taking
it outside the tent; with a kind of fan which I had fashioned; I
fanned the coals into a red glow; and continued doing so until the
greater part of the noxious gas; which the coals are in the habit
of exhaling; was exhausted。 I then brought it into the tent and
reseated myself; scattering over the coals a small portion of
sugar。 'No bad smell;' said the postilion; 'but upon the whole I
think I like the smell of tobacco better; and with your permission
I will once more light my pipe。'
Thereupon he relighted his pipe; and; after taking two or three
whiffs; began in the following manner。
CHAPTER XCVIII
An exordium … Fine ships … High Barbary captains … Free…born
Englishmen … Monstrous figure … Swashbuckler … The grand coaches …
The footmen … A travelling expedition … Black Jack … Nelson's
cannon … Pharaoh's butler … A diligence … Two passengers … Sharking
priest … Virgilio … Lessons in Italian … Two opinions … Holy Mary …
Priestly confederates … Methodist chapel … Veturini … Some of our
party … Like a sepulchre … All for themselves。
'I AM a poor postilion; as you see; yet; as I have seen a thing or
two and heard a thing or two of what is going on in the world;
perhaps what I have to tell you connected with myself may not prove
altogether uninteresting。 Now; my friends; this manner of opening
a story is what the man who taught rhetoric would call a hex … hex
… '
'Exordium;' said I。
'Just so;' said the postilion; 'I treated you to a per … per …
peroration some time ago; so that I have contrived to put the cart
before the horse; as the Irish orators frequently do in the
honourable House; in whose speeches; especially those who have
taken lessons in rhetoric; the per … per … what's the word? …
frequently goes before the exordium。
'I was born in the neighbouring county; my father was land…steward
to a squire of about a thousand a year。 My father had two sons; of
whom I am the youngest by some years。 My elder brother was of a
spirited roving disposition; and for fear that he should turn out
what is generally termed ungain; my father determined to send him
to sea: so once upon a time; when my brother was about fifteen; he
took him to the great seaport of the county; where he apprenticed
him to a captain of one of the ships which trade to the high
Barbary coast。 Fine ships they were; I have heard say; more than
thirty in number; and all belonging to a wonderful great gentleman;
who had once been a parish boy; but had contrived to make an
immense fortune by trading to that coast for gold…dust; ivory; and
other strange articles; and for doing so; I mean for making a
fortune; had been made a knight baronet。 So my brother went to the
high Barbary shore; on board the fine vessel; and in about a year
returned and came to visit us; he repeated the voyage several
times; always coming to see his parents on his return。 Strange
stories he used to tell us of what he had been witness to on the
high Barbary coast; both off shore and on。 He said that the fine
vessel in which he sailed was nothing better than a painted hell;
that the captain was a veritable fiend; whose grand delight was in
tormenting his men; especially when they were sick; as they
frequently were; there being always fever on the high Barbary
coast; and that though the captain was occasionally sick himself;
his being so made no difference; or rather it did make a
difference; though for the worse; he being when sick always more
inveterate and malignant than at other times。 He said that once;
when he himself was sick; his captain had pitched his face all
over; which exploit was much applauded by the other high Barbary
captains … all of whom; from what my brother said; appeared to be
of much the same disposition as my brother's captain; taking
wonderful delight in tormenting the crews; and doing all manner of
terrible things。 My brother frequently said that nothing whatever
prevented him from running away from his ship; and never returning;
but the hope he entertained of one day being captain himself; and
able to torment people in his turn; which he solemnly vowed he
would do; as a kind of compensation for what he himself had
undergone。 And if things were going on in a strange way off the
high Barbary shore amongst those who came there to trade; they were
going on in a way yet stranger with the people who lived upon it。
'Oh the strange ways of the black men who lived on that shore; of
which my brother used to tell us at home … selling their sons;
daughters; and servants for slaves; and the prisoners taken in
battle; to the Spanish captains; to be carried to Havannah; and
when there; sold at a profit; the idea of which; my brother said;
went to the hearts of our own captains; who used to say what a hard
thing it was that free…born Englishmen could not have a hand in the
traffic; seeing that it was fo