dream days-第11节

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in　bringing　down　a　cow；　while　Harold　had　to　be　content　to

hold　Edward's　spare　rifle　in　the　background；　with　evident　signs

of　uneasiness。　　Farther　on；　again；　where　the　magnificent　chamois

sprang　rigid　into　mid…air；　Edward；　crouched　dizzily　against　the

precipice…face；　was　the　sportsman　from　whose　weapon　a　puff　of

white　smoke　was　floating　away。　　A　bare…kneed　guide　was　all　that

fell　to　my　share；　while　poor　Harold　had　to　take　the　boy　with　the

haversack；　or　abandon；　for　this　occasion　at　least；　all　Alpine

ambitions。



Of　course　the　girls　fared　badly　in　this　book；　and　it　was　not

surprising　that　they　preferred　the　〃Pilgrim's　Progress〃　（for

instance）；　where　women　had　a　fair　show；　and　there　was　generally

enough　of　'em　to　go　round；　or　a　good　fairy　story；　wherein

princesses　met　with　a　healthy　appreciation。　　But　indeed　we　were

all　best　pleased　with　a　picture　wherein　the　characters　just

fitted　us；　in　number；　sex；　and　qualifications；　and　this；　to　us；

stood　for　artistic　merit。



All　the　Christmas　numbers；　in　their　gilt　frames　on　the　nursery…

wall；　had　been　gone　through　and　allotted　long　ago；　and　in　these；

sooner　or　later；　each　one　of　us　got　a　chance　to　figure　in　some

satisfactory　and　brightly　coloured　situation。　　Few　of　the　other

pictures　about　the　house　afforded　equal　facilities。　　They　were

generally　wanting　in　figures；　and　even　when　these　were　present

they　lacked　dramatic　interest。　　In　this　picture　that　I　have　to

speak　about；　although　the　characters　had　a　stupid　way　of　not

doing　anything；　and　apparently　not　wanting　to　do　anything；　there

was　at　least　a　sufficiency　of　them；　so　in　due　course　they　were

allotted；　too。



In　itself　the　picture；　whichin　its　ebony　and　tortoise…shell

framehung　in　a　corner　of　the　dining…room；　had　hitherto

possessed　no　special　interest　for　us；　and　would　probably

never　have　been　dealt　with　at　all　but　for　a　revolt　of　the　girls

against　a　succession　of　books　on　sport；　in　which　the　illustrator

seemed　to　have　forgotten　that　there　were　such　things　as　women　in

the　world。　　Selina　accordingly　made　for　it　one　rainy　morning；　and

announced　that　she　was　the　lady　seated　in　the　centre；　whose　gown

of　rich；　flowered　brocade　fell　in　such　straight；　severe　lines　to

her　feet；　whose　cloak　of　dark　blue　was　held　by　a　jewelled　clasp；

and　whose　long；　fair　hair　was　crowned　with　a　diadem　of　gold　and

pearl。　　Well；　we　had　no　objection　to　that；　it　seemed　fair　enough；

especially　to　Edward；　who　promptly　proceeded　to　〃grab〃　the

armour…man　who　stood　leaning　on　his　shield　at　the　lady's　right

hand。　　A　dainty　and　delicate　armour…man　this！　　And　I　confess；

though　I　knew　it　was　all　right　and　fair　and　orderly；　I　felt　a

slight　pang　when　he　passed　out　of　my　reach　into　Edward's

possession。　　His　armour　was　just　the　sort　I　wanted　myself

scalloped　and　fluted　and　shimmering　and　spotless；　and；　though　he

was　but　a　boy　by　his　beardless　face　and　golden　hair；　the

shattered　spear…shaft　in　his　grasp　proclaimed　him　a　genuine

fighter　and　fresh　from　some　such　agreeable　work。　　Yes；　I　grudged

Edward　the　armour…man；　and　when　he　said　I　could　have　the　fellow

on　the　other　side；　I　hung　back　and　said　I'd　think　about　it。



This　fellow　had　no　armour　nor　weapons；　but　wore　a　plain　jerkin

with　a　leather　poucha　mere　civilianand　with　one　hand　he

pointed　to　a　wound　in　his　thigh。　　I　didn't　care　about　him；　and

when　Harold　eagerly　put　in　his　claim　I　gave　way　and　let　him　have

the　man。　　The　cause　of　Harold's　anxiety　only　came　out　later。　　It

was　the　wound　he　coveted；　it　seemed。　　He　wanted　to　have　a

big；　sore　wound　of　his　very　own；　and　go　about　and　show　it　to

people；　and　excite　their　envy　or　win　their　respect。　　Charlotte

was　only　too　pleased　to　take　the　child…angel　seated　at　the　lady's

feet；　grappling　with　a　musical　instrument　much　too　big　for　her。　

Charlotte　wanted　wings　badly；　and；　next　to　those；　a　guitar　or　a

banjo。　　The　angel；　besides；　wore　an　amber　necklace；　which　took

her　fancy　immensely。



This　left　the　picture　allotted；　with　the　exception　of　two　or

three　more　angels；　who　peeped　or　perched　behind　the　main　figures

with　a　certain　subdued　drollery　in　their　faces；　as　if　the　thing

had　gone　on　long　enough；　and　it　was　now　time　to　upset　something

or　kick　up　a　row　of　some　sort。　　We　knew　these　good　folk　to　be

saints　and　angels；　because　we　had　been　told　they　were；　otherwise

we　should　never　have　guessed　it。　　Angels；　as　we　knew　them　in

our　Sunday　books；　were　vapid；　colourless；　uninteresting

characters；　with　straight　up…and…down　sort　of　figures；　white

nightgowns；　white　wings；　and　the　same　straight　yellow　hair　parted

in　the　middle。　　They　were　serious；　even　melancholy；　and　we　had　no

desire　to　have　any　traffic　with　them。　　These　bright　bejewelled

little　persons；　however；　piquant　of　face　and　radiant　of　feather；

were　evidently　hatched　from　quite　a　different　egg；　and　we　felt　we

might　have　interests　in　common　with　them。　　Short…nosed；　shock

headed；　with　mouths　that　went　up　at　the　corners　and　with　an

evident　disregard　for　all　their　fine　clothes；　they　would　be　the

best　of　good　company；　we　felt　sure；　if　only　we　could　manage　to

get　at　them。　　One　doubt　alone　disturbed　my　mind。　　In　games

requiring　agility；　those　wings　of　theirs　would　give　them　a

tremendous　pull。　　Could　they　be　trusted　to　play　fair？　　I

asked　Selina；　who　replied　scornfully　that　angels　ALWAYS　played

fair。　　But　I　went　back　and　had　another　look　at　the　brown…faced

one　peeping　over　the　back　of　the　lady's　chair；　and　still　I　had　my

doubts。



When　Edward　went　off　to　school　a　great　deal　of　adjustment　and　re…

allotment　took　place；　and　all　the　heroes　of　illustrated

literature　were　at　my　call；　did　I　choose　to　possess　them。　　In

this　particular　case；　however；　I　made　no　haste　to　seize　upon　the

armour…man。　　Perhaps　it　was　because　I　wanted　a　FRESH　saint　of

my　own；　not　a　stale　saint　that　Edward　had　been　for　so　long　a

time。　　Perhaps　it　was　rather　that；　ever　since　I　had　elected　to　be

saintless；　I　had　got　into　the　habit　of　strolling　off　into　the

background；　and　amusing　myself　with　what　I　found　there。



A　very　fascinating　background　it　was；　and　held　a　great　deal；

though　so　tiny。　　Meadow…land　came　first；　set　with　flowers；

blue　and　red；　like　gems。　　Then　a　white　road　ran；　with　wilful；

uncalled…for　loops；　up　a　steep；　conical　hill；　crowned　with

towers；　bastioned　walls；　and　belfries；　and　down　the　road　the

little　knights　came　riding；　two　and　two。　　The　hill　on　one　side

descended　to　water；　tranquil；　far…reaching；　and　blue；　and　a　very

curly　ship　lay　at　anchor；　with　one　mast　having　an　odd　sort　of

crow's…nest　at　the　top　of　it。



There　was　plenty　to　do　in　this　pleasant　land。　　The　annoying　thing

about　it　was；　one　could　never　penetrate　beyond　a　certain　point。　

I　might　wander　up　that　road　as　often　as　I　liked；　I　was　bound　to

be　brought　up　at　the　gateway；　the　funny　galleried；　top…heavy

gateway；　of　the　little　walled　town。　　Inside；　doubtless；　there

were　high　jinks　going　on；　but　the　password　was　denied　to　me。　　I

could　get　on　board　a　boat　and　row　up　as　far　as　the　curly　ship；

but　around　the　headland　I　might　not　go。　　On　the　other　side；

of　a　surety；　the　shipping　lay　thick。　　The　merchants　walked　on　the

quay；　and　the　sailors　sang　as　they　swung　out　the　corded　bales。　

But　as　for　me；　I　must　stay　down　in　the　meadow；　and　imagine　it　all

as　best　I　could。



Once　I　broached　the　subject　to　Charlotte；　and　found；　to　my

surprise；　that　she　had　had　the　same　joys　and　encountered　the　same

disappointments　in　this　delectable　country。　　She；　too；　had　walked

up　that　road　and　flattened　her　nose　against　that　portcullis；　and

she　pointed　out　something　that　I　had　overlookedto　wit；　that　if

you　rowed　off　in　a　boat　to　the　curly　ship；　and　got　hold　of　a

rope；　and　clambered　aboard　of　her；　and　swarmed　up　the　mast；　and

got　into　the　crow's…nest；　you　could　just　see　over　the　headland；

and　take　in　at　your　ease　the　life　and　bustle　of　the　port。　　She

proceeded　to　describe　all　the　fun　that　was　going　on　there；

at　such　length　and　with　so　much　particularity　that　I　looked　at

her　suspiciously。　　〃Why；　you　talk　as　if　you'd　been　in　that

crow's…nest　yourself！〃　I　said。　　Charlotte　answered　nothing；　but

pursed　her　mouth　up　and　nodded　violently　for　some　minutes；　and　I

could　get　nothing　more　out　of　her。　　I　felt　rather　hurt。　

Evidently　she　had　managed；　somehow　or　other；　to　get　up　into　that

crow's…nest。　　Charlotte　had　got　ahead　of　me　on　this　occasion。



It　was　necessary；　no　doubt；　that　grown…up　people　should　dress

themselves　up　and　go　forth　to　pay　calls。　　I　don't　mean　that　we

saw　any　sense　in　the　practice。　　It　would　have　been　so　much　more

reasonable　to　stay　at　home　in　your　old　clothes　and　play。　　But　we

recognized　that　these　folk　had　to　do　many　unaccountable　things；

and　after　all　it　was　THEIR　life；　and　not　ours；　and　we　were　not

in　a　position　to　criticise。　　Besides；　they　had　many　habits

more　objectionable　than　this　one；　which　to　us　generally　meant　a

free　and　untrammelled　afternoon；　wherein　to　play　the　devil　in　our

own　way。　　Th