tartarin of tarascon- 第6部分

In　the　midst　of　all　this　throng；　the　cap　poppers　bustled　to　and　fro；　proud　of　their　captain's　triumph；　leaving　glorious　wakes　where　they　had　passed。

In　front　of　the　Indian　fig…tree　house　were　two　large　trucks。　　From　time　to　time　the　door　would　open；　and　allow　several　persons　to　be　spied；　gravely　lounging　about　the　little　garden。　At　every　new　box　the　throng　started　and　trembled。　　The　articles　were　named　in　a　loud　voice：

〃That　there's　the　shelter…tent；　these　the　potted　meats；　that's　the　physic…chest；　these　the　gun…cases；〃　　the　cap…poppers　giving　explanations。

All　of　a　sudden；　about　ten　o'clock；　there　was　a　great　stir　in　the　multitude；　for　the　garden　gate　banged　open。

〃Here　he　is！　　here　he　is！〃　they　shouted。

It　was　he　indeed。　　When　he　appeared　upon　the　threshold；　two　outcries　of　stupefaction　burst　from　the　assemblage：

〃He's　a　Turk！〃　　〃He's　got　on　spectacles　！〃

In　truth；　Tartarin　of　Tarascon　had　deemed　it　his　duty；　on　going　to　Algeria；　to　don　the　Algerian　costume。　Full　white　linen　trousers；　small　tight　vest　with　metal　buttons；　a　red　sash　two　feet　wide　around　the　waist；　the　neck　bare　and　the　forehead　shaven；　and　a　vast　red　fez；　or　chechia；　on　his　head；　with　something　like　a　long　blue　tassel　thereto。　　Together　with　this；　two　heavy　guns；　one　on　each　shoulder；　a　broad　hunting…knife　in　the　girdle；　a　bandolier　across　the　breast；　a　revolver　on　the　hip；　swinging　in　its　patent　leather　case　　that　is　all。　No；　I　cry　your　pardon；　I　was　forgetting　the　spectacles　　a　pantomimically　large　pair　of　azure　barnacles；　which　came　in　patly　to　temper　what　was　rather　too　fierce　in　the　bearing　of　our　hero。

〃Long　life　to　Tartarin！　hip；　hip；　hurrah　for　Tartarin！〃　roared　the　populace。

The　great　man　smiled；　but　did　not　salute；　on　account　of　the　firearms　hindering　him。　Moreover；　he　knew　now　on　what　popular　favour　depends；　it　may　even　be　that　in　the　depths　of　his　soul　he　cursed　his　terrible　fellow…townsfolk；　who　obliged　him　to　go　away　and　leave　his　pretty　little　pleasure…house　with　whitened　walls　and　green　venetians。　　But　there　was　no　show　of　this。

Calm　and　proud；　although　a　little　pallid；　he　stepped　out　on　the　footway；　glanced　at　the　hand…carts；　and；　seeing　all　was　right；　lustily　took　the　road　to　the　railway…station；　without　even　once　looking　back　towards　Baobab　Villa。　　Behind　him　marched　the　brave　Commandant　Bravida；　Ladeveze　the　Chief　Judge；　Costecalde　the　gunsmith　next；　and　then　all　the　sportsmen　who　pop　at　caps；　preceding　the　hand…carts　and　the　rag；　tag；　and　bobtail。

Before　the　station　the　station…master　awaited　them；　an　old　African　veteran　of　1830；　who　shook　Tartarin's　hand　many　times　with　fervency。

The　Paris…to…Marseilles　express　was　not　yet　in；　so　Tartarin　and　his　staff　went　into　the　waiting…rooms。　　To　prevent　the　place　being　overrun；　the　station…master　ordered　the　gates　to　be　closed。

During　a　quarter　of　an　hour；　Tartarin　promenaded　up　and　down　in　the　rooms　in　the　midst　of　his　brother　marksmen；　speaking　to　them　of　his　journey　and　his　hunting；　and　promising　to　send　them　skins；　they　put　their　names　down　in　his　memorandum…book　for　a　lionskin　apiece；　as　waltzers　book　for　a　dance。

Gentle　and　placid　as　Socrates　on　the　point　of　quaffing　the　hemlock；　the　intrepid　Tarasconian　had　a　word　and　a　smile　for　each。　He　spoke　simply；　with　an　affable　mien；　it　looked　as　if；　before　departing；　he　meant　to　leave　behind　him　a　wake　of　charms；　regrets；　and　pleasant　memories。　　On　hearing　their　leader　speak　in　this　way；　all　the　sportsmen　felt　tears　well　up；　and　some　were　stung　with　remorse；　to　wit；　Chief　Judge　Ladeveze　and　the　chemist　Bezuquet。　The　railway　employees　blubbered　in　the　corners；　whilst　the　outer　public　squinted　through　the　bars　and　bellowed：　〃Long　live　Tartarin！〃

At　length　the　bell　rang。　A　dull　rumble　was　heard；　and　a　piercing　whistle　shook　the　vault。

〃The　Marseilles　express；　gen'lemen！〃

〃Good…bye；　Tartarin！　　Good　luck；　old　fellow！〃

〃Good…bye　to　you　all！〃　murmured　the　great　man；　as；　with　his　arms　around　the　brave　Commandant　Bravida；　he　embraced　his　dear　native　place　collectively　in　him。　Then　he　leaped　out　upon　the　platform；　and　clambered　into　a　carriage　full　of　Parisian　ladies；　who　were　ready　to　die　with　fright　at　sight　of　this　stranger　with　so　many　pistols　and　rifles。



XIV。　The　Port　of　Marseilles　　〃All　aboard；　all　aboard！〃


UPON　the　1st　of　December　18；　in　clear；　brilliant；　splendid　weather；　under　a　south　winter　sun；　the　startled　inhabitants　of　Marseilles　beheld　a　Turk　come　down　the　Canebiere；　or　their　Regent　Street。　　A　Turk；　a　regular　Turk　　never　had　such　a　one　been　seen；　and　yet；　Heaven　knows；　there　is　no　lack　of　Turks　at　Marseilles。

The　Turk　in　question　　have　I　any　necessity　of　telling　you　it　was　the　great　Tartarin　of　Tarascon？　　waddled　along　the　quays；　followed　by　his　gun…cases；　medicine…chest；　and　tinned　comestibles；　to　reach　the　landing…stage　of　the　Touache　Company　and　the　mail　steamer　the　Zouave；　which　was　to　transport　him　over　the　sea。

With　his　ears　still　ringing　with　the　home　applause；　intoxicated　by　the　glare　of　the　heavens　and　the　reek　of　the　sea；　Tartarin　fairly　beamed　as　he　stepped　out　with　a　lofty　head；　and　between　his　guns　on　his　shoulders；　looking　with　all　his　eyes　upon　that　wondrous；　dazzling　harbour　of　Marseilles；　which　he　saw　for　the　first　time。　　The　poor　fellow　believed　he　was　dreaming。　　He　fancied　his　name　was　Sinbad　the　Sailor；　and　that　he　was　roaming　in　one　of　those　fantastic　cities　abundant　in　the　'〃Arabian　Nights。〃　　As　far　as　eye　could　reach　there　spread　a　forest　of　masts　and　spars；　cris…crossing　in　every　way。

Flags　of　all　countries　floated　　English；　American；　Russian；　Swedish；　Greek　and　Tunisian。

The　vessels　lay　alongside　the　wharves　　ay；　head　on；　so　that　their　bowsprits　stuck　up　out　over　the　strand　like　rows　of　bayonets。　　Over　it；　too；　sprawled　the　mermaids；　goddesses；　madonnas；　and　other　figure…heads　in　carved　and　painted　wood　which　gave　names　to　the　ships　　all　worn　by　sea…water；　split；　mildewed；　and　dripping。　　Ever　and　anon；　between　the　hulls；　a　patch　of　harbour　like　watered　silk　splashed　with　oil。　　In　the　intervals　of　the　yards　and　booms；　what　seemed　swarms　of　flies　prettily　spotted　the　blue　sky。　　These　were　the　shipboys；　hailing　one　another　in　all　languages。

On　the　waterside；　amidst　thick　green　or　black　rivulets　coming　down　from　the　soap　factories　loaded　with　oil　and　soda；　bustled　a　mass　of　custom…house　officers；　messengers；　porters；　and　truckmen　with　their　bogheys；　or　trolleys；　drawn　by　Corsican　ponies。

There　were　shops　selling　quaint　articles；　smoky　shanties　where　sailors　were　cooking　their　own　queer　messes；　dealers　in　pipes；　monkeys；　parrots；　ropes；　sailcloth；　fanciful　curios；　amongst　which　were　mingled　higgledy…piggledy　old　culverins；　huge　gilded　lanterns；　worn…out　pulley…blocks；　rusty　flukeless　anchors；　chafed　cordage；　battered　speaking…trumpets；　and　marine　glasses　almost　contemporary　with　the　Ark。　　Sellers　of　mussels　and　clams　squatted　beside　their　heaps　of　shellfish　and　yawped　their　goods。　　Seamen　rolled　by　with　tar…pots；　smoking　soup…bowls；　and　big　baskets　full　of　cuttlefish；　from　which　they　went　to　wash　the　ink　in　the　milky　waters　of　the　fountains。

Everywhere　a　prodigious　collection　of　all　kinds　of　goods：　silks；　minerals；　wood　in　stacks；　lead　in　pigs；　cloths；　sugars；　caruba　wood　logs；　colza　seed；　liquorice　sticks；　sugar…canes。　　The　East　and　the　West　cheek　by　jowl；　even　to　pyramids　of　Dutch　cheeses　which　the　Genoese　were　dyeing　red　by　contact　with　their　hands。

Yonder　was　the　corn　market：　porters　discharging　sacks　down　the　shoots　of　lofty　elevators　upon　the　pier；　and　loose　grain　rolling　as　a　golden　torrent　through　a　blonde　dust。　Men　in　red　skullcaps　were　sifting　it　as　they　caught　it　in　large　asses'…skin　sieves；　and　loading　it　upon　carts　which　took　their　millward　way；　followed　by　a　regiment　of　women　and　youngsters　with　wisps　and　gleaning　baskets。　　Farther　on；　the　dry　docks；　where　large　vessels　were　laid　low　on　their　sides　till　their　yards　dipped　in　the　water；　they　were　singed　with　thorn…　bushes　to　free　them　of　sea　weed；　there　rose　an　odour　of　pitch；　and　the　deafening　clatter　of　the　sheathers　coppering　the　bottoms　with　broad　sheets　of　yellow　metal。

At　whiles　a　gap　in　between　the　masts；　in　which　Tartarin　could　see　the　haven　mouth；　where　the　vessels　came　and　went：　a　British　frigate　off　for　Malta；　dainty　and　thoroughly　washed　down；　with　the　officer　in　primrose　gloves；　or　a　large　home…port　brig　hauling　out　in　the　midst　of　uproar　and　oaths；　whilst　the　fat　captain；　in　a　high　silk　hat　and　frockcoat；　ordered　the　operations　in　Provencal　dialect。　Other　craft　were　making　forth　under　all　sail；　and；　still　farther　out；　more　were　slowly　looming　up　in　the　sunshine　as　if　they　were　sailing　in　the　air。

All　the　time　a　frightful　riot；　the　rumbling　of　carts；　the　〃Haul　all；　haul　away！〃　of　the　shipmen；　oaths；　songs；　steamboat　whistles；　the　bugles　and　drums　in　Forts　Saint　Jean　and　Saint　Nicolas；　the　bells　of　the　Major；　the　Accoules；　and　Saint　Victor；　with　the　mistral　atop　of　all；　catching　up　the　noises　and　clamour；　and　rolling　them　up　together　with　a　furious　shaking；　till　confounded　with　its　own　voice；　which　intoned　a　mad；　wild；　heroic　melody　like　a　grand　charging　tune　　one　that　filled　hearers　with　a　longing　to　be　off；　and　the　farther　the　better　　a　craving　for　wings。

It　was　to　the　sound　of　this　splendid　blast　that　the　intrepid　Tartarin　Tarasco　of　Tarascon　embarked　for　the　land　of　lions。




EPISODE　THE　SECOND　AMONG　〃THE　TURKS〃



I。　The　Passage…The　Five　Positions　of　the　Fez　　The　Third　Evening　Out　　Mercy　upon　us！


JOYFUL　would　I　be；　my　dear　readers；　if　I　were　a　painter　　a　great　artist；　I　mean　　in　order　to　set　under　your　eyes；　at　the　head　of　this　second　episode；　the　various　positions　taken　by　Tartarin's　red　cap　in　the　three　days'　passage　it　made　on　board　of。　the　Zouave；　between　France　and　Algeria。

First　would　I　show　you　it　at　the　steaming　out；　upon　deck；　arrogant　and　heroic　as　it　was；　forming　a　glory　round　that　handsome　Tarasconian　head。　　Next　would　I　show　you　it　at　the　harbour…mouth；　when　the　bark　began　to　caper　upon　the　waves；　I　would　depict　it　for　you　all　of　a　quake　in　astonishment；　and　as　though　already　experiencing　the　preliminary　qualms　of　sea…sickness。　Then；　in　the　Gulf　of　the　Lion；　proportionably　to　the　nearing　the　open　sea；　where　the　white　caps　heaved　har