第 20 节
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无边的寒冷 更新:2021-03-11 18:28 字数:9322
Spaniards; and Germans; smoking and dozing with their feet upon tables
or on aught else which raised them to the level of their heads; while
men in linen suits and pith helmets dashed about in buggies and
gharries; and French officers and soldiers lounged weariedly along all
the roads。 There was not a native to be seen! A little later there was
not a European to be seen! There was a universal siesta behind closed
jalousies; and Saigon was abandoned to Chinamen and leggy dogs。 Then
came the cool of the afternoon; i。e。; the mercury; with evident
reluctance; dawdled down to 84 degrees; military bands performed; the
Europeans emerged; smoking as in the morning; to play billiards or
ecarte; or sip absinthe at their cafes; then came the mosquitoes and
dinner; after which I was told that card…parties were made up; and that
the residents played till near midnight。 Thus from observation and
hearsay; I gathered that the life of a European Saigonese was made up
of business in baju and pyjamas with cheroot in mouth from 6 to 9:30
A。M。; then the bath; the toilette; and the breakfast of claret and
curry; next the sleeping; smoking; and lounging till tiffin; after
tiffin a little more work; then the band; billiards; ecarte; absinthe;
smoking; dinner; and card…parties; varied by official entertainments。
Rejecting a guide; I walked about Saigon; saw its streets; cafes; fruit
markets; bazaars; barracks; a botanic or acclimatization garden; of
which tigers were the chief feature; got out upon the wide; level
roads; bordered with large trees; which run out into the country for
miles in perfectly straight lines; saw the handsome bungalows of the
residents; who surround themselves with many of the luxuries of Paris;
went over a beautiful convent; where the sisters who educate native
girl children received me with kindly courtesy; and eventually driving
in a gharrie far beyond the town; and then dismissing it; I got into a
labyrinth of lanes; each with a high hedge of cactus; and without
knowing it found that I was in a native village; Choquan; a village in
which every house seems to be surrounded and hidden by high walls of a
most malevolent and obnoxious cactus; so as to insure absolute privacy
to its proprietor。 Each dwelling is under the shade of pommeloe;
orange; and bamboo。 By dint of much peeping; and many pricks which have
since inflamed; I saw that the poorer houses were built of unplaned
planks or split bamboo; thatched with palm leaves; with deep verandas;
furnished with broad matted benches with curious; round bamboo pillows。
On these men; scarcely to be called clothed; were lying; smoking or
chewing the betel…nut; and all had teapots in covered baskets within
convenient reach。 The better houses are built of an ornamental
framework of carved wood; the floor of which is raised about three feet
from the ground on brick pillars。 The roofs of these are rather steep;
and are mostly tiled; and have deep eaves; but do not as elsewhere form
the cover of the veranda。 While I was looking through the cactus
screen of one of these houses; a man came out with a number of low
caste; leggy; flop…eared; mangy dogs; who attacked me in a cowardly
bullying fashion; yelping; barking; and making surreptitious snaps at
my feet。 Their owner called them off; however; and pelted them so
successfully that some ran away whimpering; and two pretended (as dogs
will) to have broken legs。 This man carried a cocoa…nut; and on my
indicating that I was thirsty; he hesitated; and then turning back;
signed to me to follow him into his house。 This was rare luck!
Within the cactus screen; which is fully ten feet high; there is a
graveled area; on which the neat…looking house stands; and growing out
of the very thirsty ground are cocoa palms; bananas; bread fruit; and
papayas。 There are verandas on each side of the doorway with stone
benches; the doorway and window frames are hung with 〃portieres〃 of
split reeds; and a ladder does duty for door steps。 The interior is
very dark; and divided into several apartments。 As soon as I entered
there was a rush as if of bats into the darkness; but on being
reassured; about twenty women and boy and girl children appeared; and
contemplated me with an apathetic stare of extreme solemnity。 Remember
the mercury was 92 degrees; so the women may be excused for having
nothing more than petticoats or loose trousers on in the privacy of
their home; the children for being in a state of nudity; and the man
for being clothed in a loin cloth! As I grew used to the darkness I saw
a toothless old woman smoking in a corner; fanned by two girls; who; I
believe; are domestic slaves。 Near one of the window openings a young
woman was lounging; and two others were attentively removing vermin
from her luxuriant but ill…kept hair。 Mats and bamboo pillows covered
the floors; and most of the inmates had been rudely disturbed in a
siesta。
I was evidently in the principal apartment; for the walls were
decorated with Chinese marine pictures; among which were two glaring
daubs of a Madonna and an Ecce Homo。 There was also a rude crucifix;
from which I gather that this is a Roman Catholic family。 There were
two teapots of tea on a chair; a big tub of pommeloes on the floor; and
a glazed red earthenware bowl full of ripe bananas on another chair。 A
sort of sickle; a gun; and some bullock gear hung against the wall。 In
the middle of the room there was a sort of trap in the floor; and there
was the same in two other apartments。 Through this all rubbish is
conveniently dropped。 A woman brought in a cocoa…nut; and poured the
milk into a gourd calabash; and the man handed me the dish of bananas;
so I had an epicurean repast; and realized that I was in Cochin China!
They were courteous people; and not only refused the quarter dollar
which I pressed upon them; but gave me a handkerchief full of bananas
when I left them; being pleased; however; to accept a puggree。
The neat gravel area; the covered walls; and neatly tiled roof; the
lattice work; the boards suspended from the door…posts; with (as I
have since learned) texts from the Chinese Classics in gold upon them;
and the large establishment; show that the family belongs to the upper
class of Anamites; and leave one quite unprepared for the reeking;
festering heap of garbage below the house; the foul; fetid air; and
swarming vermin of the interior; and the unwashedness of the inmates。 I
bowed myself out; the gate was barred behind me; and in two minutes I
had lost what I supposed to be my way; and having left the maze of
cactus…walled paths behind; was entangled in a maze of narrow village
paths through palms and bananas; flowering trees covered with creepers
and orchids; and a wonderful profusion of small and great ferns。
Getting back into the cactus hidden village I found groups of pretty;
dark…skinned children; quite naked; playing in the deep dust; while
some no bigger were lounging in the shade smoking cigars; lazily
watching the clouds of smoke which they puffed out from their chubby
cheeks。
Finding my own footsteps in the deep dust; I got back to a pathway with
a monstrous bamboo hedge on one side; and a rice…field on the other; in
which was a slimy looking pond with a margin of pink water…lilies; in
which a number of pink buffaloes of large size were wallowing with much
noise and rough play; plastering their sensitive hides with mud as a
protection against mosquitoes。
With some difficulty; by some very queer paths and with much
zigzagging; I at last reached Cholen;* a native town; said to be three
or eight miles from Saigon; and was so exhausted by the fatigue of the
long walk in such a ferocious temperature that I sat by the roadside on
a stump under a huge tropical tree; considering the ways of ants and
Anamites。 Children with brown chubby faces which had never been washed
since birth; and; according to all accounts; will never be washed till
death; stood in a row; staring the stare of apathy; with a quiet
confidence。 They had no clothes on; and I admired their well…made forms
and freedom from skin disease。 The Mongolian face is pleasant in
childhood。 A horde of pariah dogs in the mad excitement of a free
fight; passed; covering me with dust。 (By the way; I am told that
hydrophobia is unknown in Cochin China。) Then some French artillerymen;
who politely raised their caps; then a quantity of market girls;
dressed like the same class in China; but instead of being bare…headed;
they wore basket hats; made of dried leaves; fully twenty…four inches
in diameter; by six in depth。 These girls walked well; and looked
happy。 Then a train of Anamese carts passed; empty; the solid wooden
wheels creaking frightfully round the ungreased axles; each cart being
drawn by two buffaloes; each pair being attached to the cart in front
by a rope through the nostrils; so that one driver sufficed for eleven
carts。 The native men could not be said to be clothed; but; as I
remarked before; the mercury was above 90 degrees。 They were; however;
protected both against sun and rain by hats over three feet in
diameter; very conical; peaked at the top; coming down umbrella fashion
over the shoulders; and w