three men on the bummel-第19节
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giving them from the guide book。 Who wants to know how high a
steeple is? You don't remember it the next five minutes when you
are told; and if you do it is because you have got nothing else in
your head。 He just tires me with his talk。 Why doesn't he hurry
up; and let us all get home to lunch?〃
Upon reflection; I am not sure that wall…eyed old brute had not
sense on its side。 Anyhow; I know there have been occasions; with
a guide; when I would have been glad of its interference。
But one is apt to 〃sin one's mercies;〃 as the Scotch say; and at
the time we cursed that horse instead of blessing it。
CHAPTER VII
George wondersGerman love of order〃The Band of the Schwarzwald
Blackbirds will perform at seven〃The china dogIts superiority
over all other dogsThe German and the solar systemA tidy
countryThe mountain valley as it ought to be; according to the
German ideaHow the waters come down in GermanyThe scandal of
DresdenHarris gives an entertainmentIt is unappreciatedGeorge
and the aunt of himGeorge; a cushion; and three damsels。
At a point between Berlin and Dresden; George; who had; for the
last quarter of an hour or so; been looking very attentively out of
the window; said:
〃Why; in Germany; is it the custom to put the letter…box up a tree?
Why do they not fix it to the front door as we do? I should hate
having to climb up a tree to get my letters。 Besides; it is not
fair to the postman。 In addition to being most exhausting; the
delivery of letters must to a heavy man; on windy nights; be
positively dangerous work。 If they will fix it to a tree; why not
fix it lower down; why always among the topmost branches? But;
maybe; I am misjudging the country;〃 he continued; a new idea
occurring to him。 〃Possibly the Germans; who are in many matters
ahead of us; have perfected a pigeon post。 Even so; I cannot help
thinking they would have been wiser to train the birds; while they
were about it; to deliver the letters nearer the ground。 Getting
your letters out of those boxes must be tricky work even to the
average middle…aged German。〃
I followed his gaze out of window。 I said:
〃Those are not letter…boxes; they are birds' nests。 You must
understand this nation。 The German loves birds; but he likes tidy
birds。 A bird left to himself builds his nest just anywhere。 It
is not a pretty object; according to the German notion of
prettiness。 There is not a bit of paint on it anywhere; not a
plaster image all round; not even a flag。 The nest finished; the
bird proceeds to live outside it。 He drops things on the grass;
twigs; ends of worms; all sorts of things。 He is indelicate。 He
makes love; quarrels with his wife; and feeds the children quite in
public。 The German householder is shocked。 He says to the bird:
〃'For many things I like you。 I like to look at you。 I like to
hear you sing。 But I don't like your ways。 Take this little box;
and put your rubbish inside where I can't see it。 Come out when
you want to sing; but let your domestic arrangements be confined to
the interior。 Keep to the box; and don't make the garden untidy。'〃
In Germany one breathes in love of order with the air; in Germany
the babies beat time with their rattles; and the German bird has
come to prefer the box; and to regard with contempt the few
uncivilised outcasts who continue to build their nests in trees and
hedges。 In course of time every German bird; one is confident;
will have his proper place in a full chorus。 This promiscuous and
desultory warbling of his must; one feels; be irritating to the
precise German mind; there is no method in it。 The music…loving
German will organise him。 Some stout bird with a specially well…
developed crop will be trained to conduct him; and; instead of
wasting himself in a wood at four o'clock in the morning; he will;
at the advertised time; sing in a beer garden; accompanied by a
piano。 Things are drifting that way。
Your German likes nature; but his idea of nature is a glorified
Welsh Harp。 He takes great interest in his garden。 He plants
seven rose trees on the north side and seven on the south; and if
they do not grow up all the same size and shape it worries him so
that he cannot sleep of nights。 Every flower he ties to a stick。
This interferes with his view of the flower; but he has the
satisfaction of knowing it is there; and that it is behaving
itself。 The lake is lined with zinc; and once a week he takes it
up; carries it into the kitchen; and scours it。 In the geometrical
centre of the grass plot; which is sometimes as large as a
tablecloth and is generally railed round; he places a china dog。
The Germans are very fond of dogs; but as a rule they prefer them
of china。 The china dog never digs holes in the lawn to bury
bones; and never scatters a flower…bed to the winds with his hind
legs。 From the German point of view; he is the ideal dog。 He
stops where you put him; and he is never where you do not want him。
You can have him perfect in all points; according to the latest
requirements of the Kennel Club; or you can indulge your own fancy
and have something unique。 You are not; as with other dogs;
limited to breed。 In china; you can have a blue dog or a pink dog。
For a little extra; you can have a double…headed dog。
On a certain fixed date in the autumn the German stakes his flowers
and bushes to the earth; and covers them with Chinese matting; and
on a certain fixed date in the spring he uncovers them; and stands
them up again。 If it happens to be an exceptionally fine autumn;
or an exceptionally late spring; so much the worse for the
unfortunate vegetable。 No true German would allow his arrangements
to be interfered with by so unruly a thing as the solar system。
Unable to regulate the weather; he ignores it。
Among trees; your German's favourite is the poplar。 Other
disorderly nations may sing the charms of the rugged oak; the
spreading chestnut; or the waving elm。 To the German all such;
with their wilful; untidy ways; are eyesores。 The poplar grows
where it is planted; and how it is planted。 It has no improper
rugged ideas of its own。 It does not want to wave or to spread
itself。 It just grows straight and upright as a German tree should
grow; and so gradually the German is rooting out all other trees;
and replacing them with poplars。
Your German likes the country; but he prefers it as the lady
thought she would the noble savagemore dressed。 He likes his
walk through the woodto a restaurant。 But the pathway must not
be too steep; it must have a brick gutter running down one side of
it to drain it; and every twenty yards or so it must have its seat
on which he can rest and mop his brow; for your German would no
more think of sitting on the grass than would an English bishop
dream of rolling down One Tree Hill。 He likes his view from the
summit of the hill; but he likes to find there a stone tablet
telling him what to look at; find a table and bench at which he can
sit to partake of the frugal beer and 〃belegte Semmel〃 he has been
careful to bring with him。 If; in addition; he can find a police
notice posted on a tree; forbidding him to do something or other;
that gives him an extra sense of comfort and security。
Your German is not averse even to wild scenery; provided it be not
too wild。 But if he consider it too savage; he sets to work to
tame it。 I remember; in the neighbourhood of Dresden; discovering
a picturesque and narrow valley leading down towards the Elbe。 The
winding roadway ran beside a mountain torrent; which for a mile or
so fretted and foamed over rocks and boulders between wood…covered
banks。 I followed it enchanted until; turning a corner; I suddenly
came across a gang of eighty or a hundred workmen。 They were busy
tidying up that valley; and making that stream respectable。 All
the stones that were impeding the course of the water they were
carefully picking out and carting away。 The bank on either side
they were bricking up and cementing。 The overhanging trees and
bushes; the tangled vines and creepers they were rooting up and
trimming down。 A little further I came upon the finished workthe
mountain valley as it ought to be; according to German ideas。 The
water; now a broad; sluggish stream; flowed over a level; gravelly
bed; between two walls crowned with stone coping。 At every hundred
yards it gently descended down three shallow wooden platforms。 For
a space on either side the ground had been cleared; and at regular
intervals young poplars planted。 Each sapling was protected by a
shield of wickerwork and bossed by an iron rod。 In the course of a
couple of years it is the hope of the local council to have
〃finished〃 that valley throughout its entire length; and made it
fit for a tidy…minded lover of German nature to walk in。 There
will be a seat every fifty yards; a police notice every hundred;
and a restaurant every half…mile。
They are doing the same from the Memel to the Rhine。 They are just
tidying up the country。 I remember well the Wehrthal。 It was once
the most romantic ravine to be found in the Black Forest。 The last
time I walked down it some hundreds of It