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some reminiscences-第30部分

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pilots at that time; I believe) is the brother…in…law of my



friend Solary (Baptistin); a broad…shouldered; deep…chested man



of forty; with a keen; frank glance which always seeks your eyes。



He greets me by a low; hearty;  〃He; l'ami。  Comment va?〃  With



his clipped moustache and massive open face; energetic and at the



same time placid in expression; he is a fine specimen of the



southerner of the calm type。  For there is such a type in which



the volatile southern passion is transmuted into solid force。  He



is fair; but no one could mistake him for a man of the north even



by the dim gleam of the lantern standing on the quay。  He is



worth a dozen of your ordinary Normans or Bretons; but then; in



the whole immense sweep of the Mediterranean shores; you could



not find half a dozen men of his stamp。







Standing by the tiller; he pulls out his watch from under a thick



jacket and bends his head over it in the light cast into the



boat。  Time's up。  His pleasant voice commands in a quiet



undertone 〃Larguez。〃  A suddenly projected arm snatches the



lantern off the quayand; warped along by a line at first; then



with the regular tug of four heavy sweeps in the bow; the big



half…decked boat full of men glides out of the black breathless



shadow of the Fort。  The open water of the avant…port glitters



under the moon as if sown over with millions of sequins; and the



long white breakwater shines like a thick bar of solid silver。



With a quick rattle of blocks and one single silky swish; the



sail is filled by a little breeze keen enough to have come



straight down from the frozen moon; and the boat; after the



clatter of the hauled…in sweeps; seems to stand at rest;



surrounded by a mysterious whispering so faint and unearthly that



it may be the rustling of the brilliant; over…powering moonrays



breaking like a rain…shower upon the hard; smooth; shadowless



sea。







I may well remember that last night spent with the pilots of the



Third Company。  I have known the spell of moonlight since; on



various seas and coastscoasts of forests; of rocks; of sand



dunesbut no magic so perfect in its revelation of unsuspected



character; as though one were allowed to look upon the mystic



nature of material things。  For hours I suppose no word was



spoken in that boat。  The pilots seated in two rows facing each



other dozed with their arms folded and their chins resting upon



their breasts。  They displayed a great variety of caps:  cloth;



wool; leather; peaks; ear…flaps; tassels; with a picturesque



round beret or two pulled down over the brows; and one



grandfather; with a shaved; bony face and a great beak of a nose;



had a cloak with a hood which made him look in our midst like a



cowled monk being carried off goodness knows where by that silent



company of seamenquiet enough to be dead。







My fingers itched for the tiller and in due course my friend; the



patron; surrendered it to me in the same spirit in which the



family coachman lets a boy hold the reins on an easy bit of road。



There was a great solitude around us; the islets ahead; Monte



Cristo and the Chateau d'If in full light; seemed to float



towards usso steady; so imperceptible was the progress of our



boat。  〃Keep her in the furrow of the moon;〃 the patron directed



me in a quiet murmur; sitting down ponderously in the stern…



sheets and reaching for his pipe。







The pilot station in weather like this was only a mile or two to



the westward of the islets; and presently; as we approached the



spot; the boat we were going to relieve swam into our view



suddenly; on her way home; cutting black and sinister into the



wake of the moon under a sable wing; while to them our sail must



have been a vision of white and dazzling radiance。  Without



altering the course a hair's…breadth we slipped by each other



within an oar's…length。  A drawling sardonic hail came out of



her。  Instantly; as if by magic; our dozing pilots got on their



feet in a body。 An incredible babel of bantering shouts burst



out; a jocular; passionate; voluble chatter; which lasted till



the boats were stern to stern; theirs all bright now and with a



shining sail to our eyes; we turned all black to their vision;



and drawing away from them under a sable wing。  That



extraordinary uproar died away almost as suddenly as it had



begun; first one had enough of it and sat down; then another;



then three or four together; and when all had left off with



mutters and growling half…laughs the sound of hearty chuckling



became audible; persistent; unnoticed。  The cowled grandfather



was very much entertained somewhere within his hood。







He had not joined in the shouting of jokes; neither had he moved



the least bit。  He had remained quietly in his place against the



foot of the mast。  I had been given to understand long before



that he had the rating of a second…class able seaman (matelot



leger) in the fleet which sailed from Toulon for the conquest of



Algeria in the year of grace 1830。  And; indeed; I had seen and



examined one of the buttons of his old brown patched coat; the



only brass button of the miscellaneous lot; flat and thin; with



the words Equipages de ligne engraved on it。  That sort of



button; I believe; went out with the last of the French Bourbons。



〃I preserved it from the time of my Navy Service;〃 he explained;



nodding rapidly his frail; vulture…like head。  It was not very



likely that he had picked up that relic in the street。  He looked



certainly old enough to have fought at Trafalgaror at any rate



to have played his little part there as a powder…monkey。  Shortly



after we had been introduced he had informed me in a Franco…



Provencal jargon; mumbling tremulously with his toothless jaws;



that when he was a 〃shaver no higher than that〃 he had seen the



Emperor Napoleon returning from Elba。  It was at night; he



narrated vaguely; without animation; at a spot between Frejus and



Antibes in the open country。  A big fire had been lit at the side



of the cross…roads。  The population from several villages had



collected there; old and youngdown to the very children in



arms; because the women had refused to stay at home。  Tall



soldiers wearing high; hairy caps; stood in a circle facing the



people silently; and their stern eyes and big moustaches were



enough to make everybody keep at a distance。  He; 〃being an



impudent little shaver;〃 wriggled out of the crowd; creeping on



his hands and knees as near as he dared to the grenadiers' legs;



and peeping through discovered standing perfectly still in the



light of the fire 〃a little fat fellow in a three…cornered hat;



buttoned up in a long straight coat; with a big pale face;



inclined on one shoulder; looking something like a priest。  His



hands were clasped behind his back。 。 。It appears that this was



the Emperor;〃 the Ancient commented with a faint sigh。  He was



staring from the ground with all his might; when 〃my poor



father;〃 who had been searching for his boy frantically



everywhere; pounced upon him and hauled him away by the ear。







The tale seems an authentic recollection。  He related it to me



many times; using the very same words。  The grandfather honoured



me by a special and somewhat embarrassing predilection。  Extremes



touch。  He was the oldest member by a long way in that Company;



and I was; if I may say so; its temporarily adopted baby。  He had



been a pilot longer than any man in the boat could remember;



thirtyforty years。  He did not seem certain himself; but it



could be found out; he suggested; in the archives of the Pilot…



office。  He had been pensioned off years before; but he went out



from force of habit; and; as my friend the patron of the Company



once confided to me in a whisper; 〃the old chap did no harm。  He



was not in the way。〃  They treated him with rough deference。  One



and another would address some insignificant remark to him now



and again; but nobody really took any notice of what he had to



say。  He had survived his strength; his usefulness; his very



wisdom。  He wore long; green; worsted stockings; pulled up above



the knee over his trousers; a sort of woollen nightcap on his



hairless cranium; and wooden clogs on his feet。  Without his



hooded cloak he looked like a peasant。  Half a dozen hands would



be extended to help him on board; but afterwards he was left



pretty much to his own thoughts。  Of course he never did any



work; except; perhaps; to cast off some rope when hailed:  
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