the friendly road-第26节

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〃Since　then；〃　he　said　in　a　low　voice；　〃I've　been　happier　than　I　ever　was　before　in　all　my　life。　I　ain't　got　any　family；　nor　any　homerightly　speakin'nor　any　money；　but；　comrade；　you　see　here　in　front　of　you；　a　happy　man。〃

When　he　had　finished　his　story　we　sat　quiet　for　some　time。

〃Well；〃　said　he；　finally；　〃I　must　be　goin'。　The　committee　will　wonder　what's　become　o'　me。〃

I　followed　him　out　to　the　road。　There　I　put　my　hand　on　his　shoulder；　and　said：

〃Bill　Hahn；　you　are　a　better　man　than　I　am。〃

He　smiled；　a　beautiful　smile；　and　we　walked　off　together　down　the　road。

I　wish　I　had　gone　on　with　him　at　that　time　into　the　city；　but　somehow　I　could　not　do　it。　I　stopped　near　the　top　of　the　hill　where　one　can　see　in　the　distance　that　smoky　huddle　of　buildings　which　is　known　as　Kilburn；　and　though　he　urged　me；　I　turned　aside　and　sat　down　in　the　edge　of　a　meadow。　There　were　many　things　I　wanted　to　think　about；　to　get　clear　in　my　mind。

As　I　sat　looking　out　toward　that　great　city；　I　saw　three　men　walking　in　the　white　road。　As　I　watched　them；　I　could　see　them　coming　quickly；　eagerly。　Presently　they　threw　up　their　hands　and　evidently　began　to　shout；　though　I　could　not　hear　what　they　said。　At　that　moment　I　saw　my　friend　Bill　Hahn　running　in　the　road；　his　coat　skirts　flapping　heavily　about　his　legs。　When　they　met　they　almost　fell　into　another's　arms。

I　suppose　it　was　so　that　the　early　Christians；　those　who　hid　in　the　Roman　catacombs；　were　wont　to　greet　one　another。


So　I　sat　thinking。

〃A　man；〃　I　said　to　myself；　〃who　can　regard　himself　as　a　function；　not　an　end　of　creation；　has　arrived。〃

After　a　time　I　got　up　and　walked　down　the　hillsome　strange　force　carrying　me　onwardand　came　thus　to　the　city　of　Kilburn。



CHAPTER　X。　　I　AM　CAUGHT　UP　INTO　LIFE

I　can　scarcely　convey　in　written　words　the　whirling　emotions　I　felt　when　I　entered　the　city　of　Kilburn。　Every　sight；　every　sound；　recalled　vividly　and　painfully　the　unhappy　years　I　had　once　spent　in　another　and　greater　city。　Every　mingled　odour　of　the　streetsand　there　is　nothing　that　will　so　surely　re…create　（for　me）　the　inner　emotion　of　a　time　or　place　as　a　remembered　odourbrought　back　to　me　the　incidents　of　that　immemorial　existence。

For　a　time；　I　confess　it　frankly　here；　I　felt　afraid。　More　than　once　I　stopped　short　in　the　street　where　I　was　walking；　and　considered　turning　about　and　making　again　for　the　open　country。　Some　there　may　be　who　will　feel　that　I　am　exaggerating　my　sensations　and　impressions；　but　they　do　not　know　of　my　memories　of　a　former　life；　nor　of　how；　many　years　ago；　I　left　the　city　quite　defeated；　glad　indeed　that　I　was　escaping；　and　thinking　（as　I　have　related　elsewhere）　that　I　should　never　again　set　foot　upon　a　paved　street。　These　things　went　deep　with　me。　Only　the　other　day；　when　a　friend　asked　me　how　old　I　was；　I　responded　instantlyour　unpremeditated　words　are　usually　truestwith　the　date　of　my　arrival　at　this　farm。

〃Then　you　are　only　ten　years　old！〃　he　exclaimed　with　a　laugh；　thinking　I　was　joking。

〃Well；〃　I　said；　〃I　am　counting　only　the　years　worth　living。〃

No；　I　existed；　but　I　never　really　lived　until　I　was　reborn；　that　wonderful　summer　here　among　these　hills。

I　said　I　felt　afraid　in　the　streets　of　Kilburn；　but　it　was　no　physical　fear。　Who　could　be　safer　in　a　city　than　the　man　who　has　not　a　penny　in　his　pockets？　It　was　rather　a　strange；　deep；　spiritual　shrinking。　There　seemed　something　so　irresistible　about　this　life　of　the　city；　so　utterly　overpowering。　I　had　a　sense　of　being　smaller　than　I　had　previously　felt　myself；　that　in　some　way　my　personality；　all　that　was　strong　or　interesting　or　original　about　me；　was　being　smudged　over；　rubbed　out。　In　the　country　I　had　in　some　measure　come　to　command　life；　but　here；　it　seemed　to　me；　life　was　commanding　me　and　crushing　me　down。　It　is　a　difficult　thing　to　describe：　I　never　felt　just　that　way　before。

I　stopped　at　last　on　the　main　street　of　Kilburn　in　the　very　heart　of　the　town。　I　stopped　because　it　seemed　necessary　to　me；　like　a　man　in　a　flood；　to　touch　bottom；　to　get　hold　upon　something　immovable　and　stable。　It　was　just　at　that　hour　of　evening　when　the　stores　and　shops　are　pouring　forth　their　rivulets　of　humanity　to　join　the　vast　flood　of　the　streets。　I　stepped　quickly　aside　into　a　niche　near　the　corner　of　an　immense　building　of　brick　and　steel　and　glass；　and　there　I　stood　with　my　back　to　the　wall；　and　I　watched　the　restless；　whirling；　torrential　tide　of　the　streets。　I　felt　again；　as　I　had　not　felt　it　before　in　years；　the　mysterious　urge　of　the　citythe　sense　of　unending；　overpowering　movement。

There　was　another　strange；　indeed　uncanny；　sensation　that　began　to　creep　over　me　as　I　stood　there。　Though　hundreds　upon　hundreds　of　men　and　women　were　passing　me　every　minute；　not　one　of　them　seemed　to　see　me。　Most　of　them　did　not　even　look　in　my　direction；　and　those　who　did　turn　their　eyes　toward　me　see　me　to　glance　through　me　to　the　building　behind。　I　wonder　if　this　is　at　all　a　common　experience；　or　whether　I　was　unduly　sensitive　that　day；　unduly　wrought　up？　I　began　to　feel　like　one　clad　in　garments　of　invisibility。　I　could　see；　but　was　not　seen。　I　could　feel；　but　was　not　felt。　In　the　country　there　are　few　who　would　not　stop　to　speak　to　me；　or　at　least　appraise　me　with　their　eyes；　but　here　I　was　a　wraith；　a　ghostnot　a　palpable　human　being　at　all。　For　a　moment　I　felt　unutterably　lonely。

It　is　this　way　with　me。　When　I　have　reached　the　very　depths　of　any　serious　situation　or　tragic　emotion；　something　within　me　seems　at　last　to　stophow　shall　I　describe　it？and　I　rebound　suddenly　and　see　the　world；　as　it　were；　doublesee　that　my　condition　instead　of　being　serious　or　tragic　is　in　reality　amusingand　I　usually　came　out　of　it　with　an　utterly　absurd　or　whimsical　idea。　It　was　so　upon　this　occasion。　I　think　it　was　the　image　of　my　robust　self　as　a　wraith　that　did　it。

〃After　all；〃　I　said　aloud　taking　a　firm　hold　on　the　good　hard　flesh　of　one　of　my　legs；　〃this　is　positively　David　Grayson。〃

I　looked　out　again　into　that　tide　of　facesinteresting；　tired；　passive；　smiling；　sad；　but　above　all；　preoccupied　faces。

〃No　one；〃　I　thought；　〃seems　to　know　that　David　Grayson　has　come　to　town。〃

I　had　the　sudden；　almost　irresistible　notion　of　climbing　up　a　step　near　me；　holding　up　one　hand；　and　crying　out：

〃Here　I　am；　my　friends。　I　am　David　Grayson。　I　am　real　and　solid　and　opaque；　I　have　plenty　of　red　blood　running　in　my　veins。　I　assure　you　that　I　am　a　person　well　worth　knowing。〃

I　should　really　have　enjoyed　some　such　outlandish　enterprise；　and　I　am　not　at　all　sure　yet　that　it　would　not　have　brought　me　adventures　and　made　me　friends　worth　while。　We　fail　far　more　often　by　under…daring　than　by　over…daring。

But　this　imaginary　object　had　the　result；　at　least；　of　giving　me　a　new　grip　on　things。　I　began　to　look　out　upon　the　amazing　spectacle　before　me　in　a　different　mood。　It　was　exactly　like　some　enormous　anthill　into　which　an　idle　traveller　had　thrust　his　cane。　Everywhere　the　ants　were　running　out　of　their　tunnels　and　burrows；　many　carrying　burdens　and　giving　one　strangely　the　impression　that　while　they　were　intensely　alive　and　active；　not　more　than　half　of　them　had　any　clear　idea　of　where　they　were　going。　And　serious；　deadly　serious；　in　their　haste！　I　felt　a　strong　inclination　to　stop　a　few　of　them　and　say：

〃Friends；　cheer　up。　It　isn't　half　as　bad　as　you　think　it　is。　Cheer　up！〃

After　a　time　the　severity　of　the　human　flood　began　to　abate；　and　here　and　there　at　the　bottom　of　that　gulch　of　a　street；　which　had　begun　to　fill　with　soft；　bluish…gray　shadows；　the　evening　lights　a　appeared。　The　air　had　grown　cooler；　in　the　distance　around　a　corner　I　heard　a　street　organ　break　suddenly　and　joyously　into　the　lively　strains　of　〃The　Wearin'　o'　the　Green。〃

I　stepped　out　into　the　street　with　quite　a　new　feeling　of　adventure。　And　as　if　to　testify　that　I　was　now　a　visible　person　a　sharp…eyed　newsboy　discovered　methe　first　human　being　in　Kilburn　who　had　actually　seen　me　and　came　up　with　a　paper　in　his　hand。

〃Herald；　boss？〃

I　was　interested　in　the　shrewd；　world…wise；　humorous　look　in　the　urchin's　eyes。

〃No；〃　I　began；　with　the　full　intent　of　bantering　him　into　some　sort　of　acquaintance；　but　he　evidently　measured　my　purchasing　capacity　quite　accurately；　for　he　turned　like　a　flash　to　another　customer。　〃Herald；　boss？〃

〃You'll　have　to　step　lively；　David　Grayson；〃　I　said　to　myself；　〃if　you　get　aboard　in　this　city。〃

A　slouchy　negro　with　a　cigarette　in　his　fingers　glanced　at　me　in　passing　and　then；　hesitating；　turned　quickly　toward　me。

〃Got　a　match；　boss？〃

I　gave　him　a　match。

〃Thank　you；　boss；〃　and　he　passed　on　down　the　street。

〃I　seem　to　be　'boss'　around　here；〃　I　said。

This　contact；　slight　as　it　was；　gave　me　a　feeling　of　warmth；　removed　a　little　the　sensation　of　aloofness　I　had　felt；　and　I　strolled　slowly　down　the　street；　looking　in　at　the　gay　windows；　now　ablaze　with　lights；　and　watching　the　really　wonderful　procession　of　vehicles　of　all　shapes　and　sizes　that　rattled　by　on　the　pavement。　Even　at　that　hour　of　the　day　I　think　there　were　more　of　them　in　one　minute　than　I　see　in　a　whole　month　at　my　farm。

It's　a　great　thing　to　wear　shabby　clothes　and　an　old　hat。　Some　of　the　best　things　I　have　ever　kno