robert falconer- 第31部分

or　I　sanna　lat　ye　lay　roset　upo'　her。'



'I　swear　't；　Robert；　I　sweir　't　upo'　her；'　said　the　soutar

hurriedly；　stretching　out　both　his　hands　as　if　to　receive　some　human

being　into　his　embrace。



Robert　placed　the　violin　in　those　grimy　hands。　　A　look　of　heavenly

delight　dawned　over　the　hirsute　and　dirt…besmeared　countenance；

which　drooped　into　tenderness　as　he　drew　the　bow　across　the

instrument；　and　wiled　from　her　a　thin　wail　as　of　sorrow　at　their

long　separation。　　He　then　retreated　into　his　den；　and　was　soon　sunk

in　a　trance；　deaf　to　everything　but　the　violin；　from　which　no

entreaties　of　Robert；　who　longed　for　a　lesson；　could　rouse　him；　so

that　he　had　to　go　home　grievously　disappointed；　and　unrewarded　for

the　risk　he　had　run　in　venturing　the　stolen　visit。



Next　time；　however；　he　fared　better；　and　he　contrived　so　well　that；

from　the　middle　of　June　to　the　end　of　August；　he　had　two　lessons　a

week；　mostly　upon　the　afternoons　of　holidays。　　For　these　his　master

thought　himself　well　paid　by　the　use　of　the　instrument　between。　　And

Robert　made　great　progress。



Occasionally　he　saw　Miss　St。　John　in　the　garden；　and　once　or　twice

met　her　in　the　town；　but　her　desire　to　find　in　him　a　pupil　had　been

greatly　quenched　by　her　unfortunate　conjecture　as　to　the　cause　of

his　accident。　　She　had；　however；　gone　so　far　as　to　mention　the

subject　to　her　aunt；　who　assured　her　that　old　Mrs。　Falconer　would　as

soon　consent　to　his　being　taught　gambling　as　music。　　The　idea；

therefore；　passed　away；　and　beyond　a　kind　word　or　two　when　she　met

him；　there　was　no　further　communication　between　them。　　But　Robert

would　often　dream　of　waking　from　a　swoon；　and　finding　his　head　lying

on　her　lap；　and　her　lovely　face　bending　over　him　full　of　kindness

and　concern。



By　the　way；　Robert　cared　nothing　for　poetry。　　Virgil　was　too

troublesome　to　be　enjoyed；　and　in　English　he　had　met　with　nothing

but　the　dried　leaves　and　gum…flowers　of　the　last　century。　　Miss

Letty　once　lent　him　The　Lady　of　the　Lake；　but　before　he　had　read　the

first　canto　through；　his　grandmother　laid　her　hands　upon　it；　and；

without　saying　a　word；　dropped　it　behind　a　loose　skirting…board　in

the　pantry；　where　the　mice　soon　made　it　a　ruin　sad　to　behold。　　For

Miss　Letty；　having　heard　from　the　woful　Robert　of　its　strange

disappearance；　and　guessing　its　cause；　applied　to　Mrs。　Falconer　for

the　volume；　who　forthwith；　the　tongs　aiding；　extracted　it　from　its

hole；　and；　without　shade　of　embarrassment；　held　it　up　like　a　drowned

kitten　before　the　eyes　of　Miss　Letty；　intending　thereby；　no　doubt；

to　impress　her　with　the　fate　of　all　seducing　spirits　that　should

attempt　an　entrance　into　her　kingdom：　Miss　Letty　only　burst　into

merry　laughter　over　its　fate。　　So　the　lode　of　poetry　failed　for　the

present　from　Robert's　life。　　Nor　did　it　matter　much；　for　had　he　not

his　violin？



I　have；　I　think；　already　indicated　that　his　grandfather　had　been　a

linen　manufacturer。　　Although　that　trade　had　ceased；　his　family　had

still　retained　the　bleachery　belonging　to　it；　commonly　called　the

bleachfield；　devoting　it　now　to　the　service　of　those　large　calico

manufactures　which　had　ruined　the　trade　in　linen；　and　to　the

whitening　of　such　yarn　as　the　country　housewives　still　spun　at　home；

and　the　webs　they　got　woven　of　it　in　private　looms。　　To　Robert　and

Shargar　it　was　a　wondrous　pleasure　when　the　pile　of　linen　which　the

week　had　accumulated　at　the　office　under　the　ga'le…room；　was　on

Saturday　heaped　high　upon　the　base　of　a　broad…wheeled　cart；　to　get

up　on　it　and　be　carried　to　the　said　bleachfield；　which　lay　along　the

bank　of　the　river。　　Soft　laid　and　high…borne；　gazing　into　the　blue

sky；　they　traversed　the　streets　in　a　holiday　triumph；　and　although；

once　arrived；　the　manager　did　not　fail　to　get　some　labour　out　of

them；　yet　the　store　of　amusement　was　endless。　　The　great　wheel；

which　drove　the　whole　machinery；　the　plash…mill；　or；　more　properly；

wauk…milla　word　Robert　derived　from　the　resemblance　of　the　mallets

to　two　huge　feet；　and　of　their　motion　to　walkingwith　the　water

plashing　and　squirting　from　the　blows　of　their　heels；　the　beatles

thundering　in　arpeggio　upon　the　huge　cylinder　round　which　the　white

cloth　was　woundeach　was　haunted　in　its　turn　and　season。　　The

pleasure　of　the　water　itself　was　inexhaustible。　　Here　sweeping　in　a

mass　along　the　race；　there　divided　into　branches　and　hurrying

through　the　walls　of　the　various　houses；　here　sliding　through　a

wooden　channel　across　the　floor　to　fall　into　the　river　in　a

half…concealed　cataract；　there　bubbling　up　through　the　bottom　of　a

huge　wooden　cave　or　vat；　there　resting　placid　in　another；　here

gurgling　along　a　spout；　there　flowing　in　a　narrow　canal　through　the

green　expanse　of　the　well…mown　bleaehfield；　or　lifted　from　it　in

narrow　curved　wooden　scoops；　like　fairy　canoes　with　long　handles；

and　flung　in　showers　over　the　outspread　yarnthe　water　was　an

endless　delight。



It　is　strange　how　some　individual　broidery　or　figure　upon　Nature's

garment　will　delight　a　boy　long　before　he　has　ever　looked　Nature　in

the　face；　or　begun　to　love　herself。　　But　Robert　was　soon　to　become

dimly　conscious　of　a　life　within　these　thingsa　life　not　the　less

real　that　its　operations　on　his　mind　had　been　long　unrecognized。



On　the　grassy　bank　of　the　gently…flowing　river；　at　the　other　edge　of

whose　level　the　little　canal　squabbled　along；　and　on　the　grassy　brae

which　rose　immediately　from　the　canal；　were　stretched；　close　beside

each　other；　with　scarce　a　stripe　of　green　betwixt；　the　long　white

webs　of　linen；　fastened　down　to　the　soft　mossy　ground　with　wooden

pegs；　whose　tops　were　twisted　into　their　edges。　　Strangely　would

they　billow　in　the　wind　sometimes；　like　sea…waves；　frozen　and

enchanted　flat；　seeking　to　rise　and　wallow　in　the　wind　with

conscious　depth　and　whelming　mass。　　But　generally　they　lay　supine；

saturated　with　light　and　its　cleansing　power。　　Falconer's　jubilation

in　the　white　and　green　of　a　little　boat；　as　we　lay；　one　bright

morning；　on　the　banks　of　the　Thames　between　Richmond　and　Twickenham；

led　to　such　a　description　of　the　bleachfield　that　I　can　write　about

it　as　if　I　had　known　it　myself。



One　Saturday　afternoon　in　the　end　of　July；　when　the　westering　sun

was　hotter　than　at　midday；　he　went　down　to　the　lower　end　of　the

field；　where　the　river　was　confined　by　a　dam；　and　plunged　from　the

bank　into　deep　water。　　After　a　swim　of　half…an…hour；　he　ascended　the

higher　part　of　the　field；　and　lay　down　upon　a　broad　web　to　bask　in

the　sun。　　In　his　ears　was　the　hush　rather　than　rush　of　the　water

over　the　dam；　the　occasional　murmur　of　a　belt　of　trees　that　skirted

the　border　of　the　field；　and　the　dull　continuous　sound　of　the

beatles　at　their　work　below；　like　a　persistent　growl　of　thunder　on

the　horizon。



Had　Robert　possessed　a　copy　of　Robinson　Crusoe；　or　had　his

grandmother　not　cast　The　Lady　of　the　Lake；　mistaking　it　for　an　idol；

if　not　to　the　moles　and　the　bats；　yet　to　the　mice　and　the

black…beetles；　he　might　have　been　lying　reading　it；　blind　and　deaf

to　the　face　and　the　voice　of　Nature；　and　years　might　have　passed

before　a　response　awoke　in　his　heart。　　It　is　good　that　children　of

faculty；　as　distinguished　from　capacity；　should　not　have　too　many

books　to　read；　or　too　much　of　early　lessoning。　　The　increase　of

examinations　in　our　country　will　increase　its　capacity　and　diminish

its　faculty。　　We　shall　have　more　compilers　and　reducers　and　fewer

thinkers；　more　modifiers　and　completers；　and　fewer　inventors。



He　lay　gazing　up　into　the　depth　of　the　sky；　rendered　deeper　and

bluer　by　the　masses　of　white　cloud　that　hung　almost　motionless　below

it；　until　he　felt　a　kind　of　bodily　fear　lest　he　should　fall　off　the

face　of　the　round　earth　into　the　abyss。　　A　gentle　wind；　laden　with

pine　odours　from　the　sun…heated　trees　behind　him；　flapped　its　light

wing　in　his　face：　the　humanity　of　the　world　smote　his　heart；　the

great　sky　towered　up　over　him；　and　its　divinity　entered　his　soul；　a

strange　longing　after　something　'he　knew　not　nor　could　name'　awoke

within　him；　followed　by　the　pang　of　a　sudden　fear　that　there　was　no

such　thing　as　that　which　he　sought；　that　it　was　all　a　fancy　of　his

own　spirit；　and　then　the　voice　of　Shargar　broke　the　spell；　calling

to　him　from　afar　to　come　and　see　a　great　salmon　that　lay　by　a　stone

in　the　water。　　But　once　aroused；　the　feeling　was　never　stilled；　the

desire　never　left　him；　sometimes　growing　even　to　a　passion　that　was

relieved　only　by　a　flood　of　tears。



Strange　as　it　may　sound　to　those　who　have　never　thought　of　such

things　save　in　connection　with　Sundays　and　Bibles　and　churches　and

sermons；　that　which　was　now　working　in　Falconer's　mind　was　the　first

dull　and　faint　movement　of　the　greatest　need　that　the　human　heart

possessesthe　need　of　the　God…Man。　There　must　be　truth　in　the　scent

of　that　pine…wood：　some　one　must　mean　it。　　There　must　be　a　glory　in

those　heavens　that　depends　not　upon　our　imagination：　some　power

greater　than　they　must　dwell　in　them。　　Some　spirit　must　move　in　that

wind　that　haunts　us　with　a　kind　of　human　sorrow；　some　soul　must　look

up　to　us　from　the　eye　of　that　starry　flower。　　It　must　be　something

human；　else　not　to　us　divine。



Little　did　Robert　think　that　such　was　his　needthat　his　soul　was

searching　after　One　whose　form　was　constantly　presented　to　him；　but

as　constantly　obscured　and　made　unlovely　by　the　words　without

knowledge　spoken　in　the　religious　assemblies　of　the　land；　that　he

was　longing　without　knowing　it　on　the　Saturday　for　that　from　which

on　the　Sunday　he　would　be　repelled　without　knowing　it。　　Years　passed

before　he　drew　nigh　to　the　knowledge　of　what　he　sought。



For　weeks　the　mood　broken　by　the　voice　of　his　companion　did　not

return；　though　the　forms　of　Nature　were　henceforth　full　of　a

pleasure　he　had　never　known　before。　　He　loved　the　grass；　the　water

was　more　gracious　to　him；　he　would　leave　his　bed　early；　that　he

might　gaze　on　the　clouds　of