The sheep ran huddling together against the hurdles, blowing out thin nostrils and stamping with delicate fore-feet, their heads thrown back and a light steam rising from the crowded sheep-pen into the frosty air, as the two animals hastened by in high spirits, with much chatter and laughter. They were returning across country after a long day’s outing with Otter, hunting and exploring on the wide uplands where certain streams tributary to their own River had their first small beginnings; and the shades of the short winter day were closing in on them, and they had still some distance to go. Plodding at random across the plough, they had heard the sheep and had made for them; and now, leading from the sheep-pen, they found a beaten track that made walking a lighter Business, and responded, moreover, to that small inquiring something which all animals carry inside them, saying unmistakably, ‘Yes, quite right; THIS leads Home!’
羊群紧紧挤在一起，薄薄的鼻孔喷着气，纤细的前蹄不停地跺着地面，仰着脑袋朝羊栏奔去。羊群里腾起一股蒸气，冉冉上升到寒冷的空气里。河鼠和鼹鼠边说边笑，兴冲冲地匆匆走过羊群。一整天。他们和水獭一道在广阔的高地上打猎探奇，那儿是注入他们那条大河的几条山洞的源头。现在他们正穿越田野往家走。冬天短短的白昼将尽，暮色向他们逼来，可他们离家还有相当的路程。他们正踉踉跄跄在耕地里乱走时，听到绵羊的哗哗声，就寻声走来。现在，他们看到从羊栏那边伸过来一条踩平的小道，路好走多了。而且，他们凭着所有的动物天生具有的那种嗅觉，准确地知道，“没错，这条路是通向家的！”
‘It looks as if we were coming to a village,’ said the Mole somewhat dubiously, slackening his pace, as the track, that had in time become a path and then had developed into a lane, now handed them over to the charge of a well-metalled road. The animals did not hold with villages, and their own highways, thickly frequented as they were, took an independent course, regardless of church, post office, or public-house.
“看来，前面像是一个村庄，”鼹鼠放慢了脚步，疑疑惑惑地说。因为，那条被脚踩出来的小道，先是变成了一条小径，然后又扩大成一条树夹道，最后引他们走上了一条碎石子路。村庄不大合两只动物的口味，他们平时常常过往的公路，是另一股道，避开了教堂、邮局或酒店。
‘Oh, never mind!’ said the Rat. ‘At this season of the year they’re all safe indoors by this time, sitting round the fire; men, women, and children, dogs and cats and all. We shall slip through all right, without any bother or unpleasantness, and we can have a look at them through their windows if you like, and see what they’re doing.’
“噢，没关系，”河鼠说。“在这个季节，这个时辰，男人呀，女人呀，小孩呀，狗呀，猫呀，全都安安静静呆在家里烤火。咱们可以人不知鬼不觉地溜过去，不会惹事生非的。如果你愿意，咱们还可以从窗外偷瞧几眼，看看他们都在干什么。”
The rapid nightfall of mid-December had quite beset the little village as they approached it on soft feet over a first thin fall of powdery snow. Little was visible but squares of a dusky orange-red on either side of the street, where the firelight or lamplight of each cottage overflowed through the casements into the dark world without. Most of the low latticed windows were innocent of blinds, and to the lookers-in from outside, the inmates, gathered round the tea-table, absorbed in handiwork, or talking with laughter and gesture, had each that happy grace which is the last thing the skilled actor shall capture—the natural grace which goes with perfect unconsciousness of observation. Moving at will from one theatre to another, the two spectators, so far from Home themselves, had something of wistfulness in their eyes as they watched a cat being stroked, a sleepy child picked up and huddled off to bed, or a tired man stretch and knock out his pipe on the end of a smouldering log.
当他们迈着轻柔的脚步，踏着薄薄一层粉状的雪走进村庄时，十二月中旬迅速降临的黑夜已经笼罩了小小的村庄。除了街道两边昏暗的橘红色方块，几乎什么也看不见。透过那些窗子，每间农舍里的炉火光和灯光，涌流到外面黑洞洞的世界。这些低矮的格子窗，多半都不挂窗帘，屋里的人也不避讳窗外的看客。他们围坐在茶桌旁，一心一意在干手工活，或者挥动手臂大声说笑，人人都显得优雅自如，那正是技艺高超的演员所渴求达到的境界——丝毫没有意识到面对观众的一种自然境界。这两位远离自己家园的观众，随意从一家剧院看到另一家剧院。当他们看到一只猫被人抚摸，一个瞌睡的小孩被抱到床上，或者一个倦乏的男人伸懒腰，并在一段冒烟的木柴尾端磕打烟斗时，他们的眼睛里不由得露出某种渴望的神情。
But it was from one little window, with its blind drawn down, a mere blank transparency on the night, that the sense of home and the little curtained world within walls—the larger stressful world of outside Nature shut out and forgotten—most pulsated. Close against the white blind hung a bird-cage, clearly silhouetted, every wire, perch, and appurtenance distinct and recognisable, even to yesterday’s dull-edged lump of sugar. On the middle perch the fluffy occupant, head tucked well into feathers, seemed so near to them as to be easily stroked, had they tried; even the delicate tips of his plumped-out plumage pencilled plainly on the illuminated screen. As they looked, the sleepy little fellow stirred uneasily, woke, shook himself, and raised his head. They could see the gape of his tiny beak as he yawned in a bored sort of way, looked round, and then settled his head into his back again, while the ruffled feathers gradually subsided into perfect stillness. Then a gust of bitter wind took them in the back of the neck, a small sting of frozen sleet on the skin woke them as from a dream, and they knew their toes to be cold and their legs tired, and their own Home distant a weary way.
然而，有一扇拉上窗帘的小窗，在黑暗里，只显出半透明的一方空白。只有在这里，家的感觉，斗室内帷帘低垂的小天地的感觉，把外面的自然界那个紧张的大世界关在门外并且遗忘掉的感觉，才最为强烈、紧靠白色的窗帘，挂着一只鸟笼，映出一个清晰的剪影。每根铁丝，每副栖架，每件附属物，甚至昨天的一块舐圆了角的方糖，都清晰可辨、栖在笼子中央一根栖架上的那个毛茸茸的鸟儿，把头深深地埋在羽翼里，显得离他们很近，仿佛伸手就能摸到似的。他那圆滚滚的羽毛身子，甚至那些细细的羽尖，都像在那块发光的屏上描出来的铅笔画。正当他俩看着，那只睡意沉沉的小东西不安地动了动，醒了，他抖抖羽毛，昂起头。在他懒洋洋地打呵欠时，他们能看到他细小的喙张得大大的，他向四周看了看，又把头埋进翅下，蓬松的羽毛渐渐收拢，静止不动了。这时，一阵凛冽的风刮进他俩的后脖子，冰冷的雨雪刺痛了他们的皮肤，他们仿佛从梦中惊醒，感到脚趾发冷，两腿酸累，这才意识到，他们离自己的家还有一段长长的跋涉。
Once beyond the village, where the cottages ceased abruptly, on either side of the road they could smell through the darkness the friendly fields again; and they braced themselves for the last long stretch, the Home stretch, the stretch that we know is bound to end, some time, in the rattle of the door-latch, the sudden firelight, and the sight of familiar things greeting us as long-absent travellers from far over-sea. They plodded along steadily and silently, each of them thinking his own thoughts. The Mole’s ran a good deal on supper, as it was pitch-dark, and it was all a strange country for him as far as he knew, and he was following obediently in the wake of the Rat, leaving the guidance entirely to him. As for the Rat, he was walking a little way ahead, as his habit was, his shoulders humped, his eyes fixed on the straight grey road in front of him; so he did not notice poor Mole when suddenly the summons reached him, and took him like an electric shock.
一出村庄，茅屋立时就没有了。在道路两旁，他们又闻到友好的田地的气息，穿过黑暗向他们扑来。于是他们打起精神，走上最后一段征途。这是回家的路，这段路，他们知道早晚是有尽头的。那时，门闩咔嚓一响，眼前突然出现炉火，熟悉的事物像迎接久别归来的海外游子一样欢迎他们。他们坚定地走着，默默不语，各想各的心事。鼹鼠一心想着晚饭。天已经全黑了，四周都是陌生的田野，所以他只管乖乖地跟在河鼠后面，由着河鼠给他带路。河鼠呢，他照常走在前面，微微佝偻着双肩，两眼紧盯着前面那条笔直的灰色道路。因此，他没怎么顾到可怜的鼹鼠。就在这当儿，一声召唤，如同电击一般，突然触到了鼹鼠。
We others, who have long lost the more subtle of the physical senses, have not even proper terms to express an animal’s inter-communications with his surroundings, living or otherwise, and have only the word ‘smell,’ for instance, to include the whole range of delicate thrills which murmur in the nose of the animal night and day, summoning, warning? inciting, repelling. It was one of these mysterious fairy calls from out the void that suddenly reached Mole in the darkness, making him tingle through and through with its very familiar appeal, even while yet he could not clearly remember what it was. He stopped dead in his tracks, his nose searching hither and thither in its efforts to recapture the fine filament, the telegraphic current, that had so strongly moved him. A moment, and he had caught it again; and with it this time came recollection in fullest flood.
我们人类，久已失去了较细微的生理感觉，甚至找不到恰当的词汇，来形容一只动物与他的环境——有生命的或无生命的——之间那种息息相通的交流关系。比如说，动物的鼻孔内日夜不停地发出嗡嗡作响的一整套细微的颤动，如呼唤、警告、挑逗、排拒等等，我们只会用一个“嗅”字来概括。此刻，正是这样一种来自虚空的神秘的仙气般的呼声，透过黑暗，传到了鼹鼠身上。它那十分熟悉的呼吁，刺激得鼹鼠浑身震颤，尽管他一时还记不起那究竟是什么。走着走着。他忽然定在那儿，用鼻子到处嗅，使劲去捕捉那根细丝，那束强烈地触动了他的电流。只一会，他就捉住它了，随之而来的是狂潮般涌上心头的回忆。
Home! That was what they meant, those caressing appeals, those soft touches wafted through the air, those invisible little hands pulling and tugging, all one way! Why, it must be quite close by him at that moment, his old Home that he had hurriedly forsaken and never sought again, that day when he first found the river! And now it was sending out its scouts and its messengers to capture him and bring him in. Since his escape on that bright morning he had hardly given it a thought, so absorbed had he been in his new life, in all its pleasures, its surprises, its fresh and captivating experiences. Now, with a rush of old memories, how clearly it stood up before him, in the darkness! Shabby indeed, and small and poorly furnished, and yet his, the home he had made for himself, the home he had been so happy to get back to after his day’s work. And the Home had been happy with him, too, evidently, and was missing him, and wanted him back, and was telling him so, through his nose, sorrowfully, reproachfully, but with no bitterness or anger; only with plaintive reminder that it was there, and wanted him.
家！这就是它们向他传递的信息！一连串亲切的吁求，一连串从空中飘来的轻柔的触摸。一只只无形的小手又拉又拽，全都朝着一个方向！啊，此刻，它一定就近在眼前，他的老家，自打他第一次发现大河，就匆匆离去，再也不曾返顾的家！现在，它派出了探子和信使，来寻访他，带他回来。自打那个明媚的早晨离家出走后，他就沉浸在新的生活里，享受这生活带给他的一切欢乐、异趣、引人入胜的新鲜体验；至于老家，他连想也不曾想过。现在，历历往事，一涌而上，老家便在黑暗中清晰地呈现在眼前。他的家尽管矮小简陋，陈设贫乏，却是属于他的，是他为自己建造的家园，是他在劳碌一天之后愉快地回归的家园。这个家，显然也喜欢他，思念他，盼他回来。家正在通过他的鼻子，悲切地、哀怨地向他诉说，并不愤控，并不恼怒，只是凄楚地提醒他：家就在这儿，它需要他。
The call was clear, the summons was plain. He must obey it instantly, and go. ‘Ratty!’ he called, full of joyful excitement, ‘hold on! Come back! I want you, quick!’
这呼声是清晰的，这召唤是明确的。他必须立即服从，回去。“鼠儿！”他满腔喜悦，兴奋地喊道，“停一下！回来！我需要你，快！”
‘Oh, COME along, Mole, do!’ replied the Rat cheerfully, still plodding along.
“噢，走吧，鼹鼠，快来呀！”河鼠兴冲冲地喊，仍旧不停脚地奋力朝前走。
‘PLEASE stop, Ratty!’ pleaded the poor Mole, in anguish of heart. ‘You don’t understand! It’s my home, my old Home! I’ve just come across the smell of it, and it’s close by here, really quite close. And I MUST go to it, I must, I must! Oh, come back, Ratty! Please, please come back!’
“停一停吧，求求你啦，鼠儿！”可怜的鼹鼠苦苦哀求，他的心在作痛。“你不明白！这是我的家，我的老家！我刚刚闻到了它的气味，它就近在眼前，近极了。我一定得回去，一定，一定！回来吧，鼠儿，求求你，求求你啦！”
The Rat was by this time very far ahead, too far to hear clearly what the Mole was calling, too far to catch the sharp note of painful appeal in his voice. And he was much taken up with the weather, for he too could smell something—something suspiciously like approaching snow.
这时河鼠已走在前面很远了，没听清鼹鼠在喊什么，也没听出鼹鼠的声音里那种苦苦哀求的尖厉的腔调。而且，他担心要变天，因为他也闻到了某种气味——他怀疑可能要下雪了。
‘Mole, we mustn’t stop now, really!’ he called back. ‘We’ll come for it to-morrow, whatever it is you’ve found. But I daren’t stop now— it’s late, and the snow’s coming on again, and I’m not sure of the way! And I want your nose, Mole, so come on quick, there’s a good fellow!’ And the Rat pressed forward on his way without waiting for an answer.
“鼹鼠，咱们现在停不得，真的停不得！”他回头喊道。“不管你找到了什么，咱们明天再来瞧。可现在我不敢停下来——天已经晚了，马上又要下雪，这条路线我不太熟悉。鼹鼠，我需要依靠你的鼻子，所以，快来吧，好小伙！”河鼠不等鼹鼠回答，只顾闷头向前赶路。
Poor Mole stood alone in the road, his heart torn asunder, and a big sob gathering, gathering, somewhere low down inside him, to leap up to the surface presently, he knew, in passionate escape. But even under such a test as this his loyalty to his friend stood firm. Never for a moment did he dream of abandoning him. Meanwhile, the wafts from his old Home pleaded, whispered, conjured, and finally claimed him imperiously. He dared not tarry longer within their magic circle. With a wrench that tore his very heartstrings he set his face down the road and followed submissively in the track of the Rat, while faint, thin little smells, still dogging his retreating nose, reproached him for his new friendship and his callous forgetfulness.
可怜的鼹鼠独自站在路上，他的心都撕裂了。他感到，胸中有一大股伤心泪，正在聚积，胀满，马上就要涌上喉头，迸发出来。不过即便面临这样严峻的考验，他对朋友的忠诚仍毫不动摇，一刻儿也没想过要抛弃朋友。但同时，从他的老家发出的信息在乞求，在低声哺哺，在对他施放魔力，最后竟专横地勒令他绝对服从。他不敢在它的魔力圈内多耽留，猛地挣断了自己的心弦，下狠心把脸朝向前面的路，顺从地追随河鼠的足迹走去。虽然，那若隐若现的气味，仍旧附着在他那逐渐远去的鼻端，责怪他有了新朋友，忘了老朋友。
With an effort he caught up to the unsuspecting Rat, who began chattering cheerfully about what they would do when they got back, and how jolly a fire of logs in the parlour would be, and what a supper he meant to eat; never noticing his companion’s silence and distressful state of mind. At last, however, when they had gone some considerable way further, and were passing some tree-stumps at the edge of a copse that bordered the road, he stopped and said kindly, ‘Look here, Mole old chap, you seem dead tired. No talk left in you, and your feet dragging like lead. We’ll sit down here for a minute and rest. The snow has held off so far, and the best part of our journey is over.’
他费了好大劲才撵上河鼠。河鼠对他的隐情毫无觉察，只顾高高兴兴地跟他唠叨，讲他们回家后要干些啥。客厅里升起一炉柴火是多么惬意。晚饭要吃些什么。他一点没留心同伴的沉默和忧郁的神情。不过后来，当他们已经走了相当一段路，经过路旁矮树丛边的一些树桩时，他停下脚步，关切地说：“喂，鼹鼠，老伙计，你像是累坏了、一句话不说，你的腿像绑上了铅似的。咱们在这儿坐下歇会儿吧。好在雪到现在还没下，大半路程咱们已经走过了。”
The Mole subsided forlornly on a tree-stump and tried to control himself, for he felt it surely coming. The sob he had fought with so long refused to be beaten. Up and up, it forced its way to the air, and then another, and another, and others thick and fast; till poor Mole at last gave up the struggle, and cried freely and helplessly and openly, now that he knew it was all over and he had lost what he could hardly be said to have found.
鼹鼠凄凄惨惨地在一个树桩上坐下，竭力想控制自己的情绪，因为他觉得自己就要哭出来了。他一直苦苦挣扎，强压哭泣，可哭泣偏不听话，硬是一点一点往上冒，一声，又一声，跟着是紧锣密鼓的一连串，最后他只得不再挣扎，绝望地放声痛哭起来。因为他知道，他已经失去他几乎找到的东西，一切都完了。
The Rat, astonished and dismayed at the violence of Mole’s paroxysm of grief, did not dare to speak for a while. At last he said, very quietly and sympathetically, ‘What is it, old fellow? Whatever can be the matter? Tell us your trouble, and let me see what I can do.’
河鼠被鼹鼠那突如其来的大悲恸惊呆了，一时竟不敢开口。末了，他非常安详而同情地说：“到底怎么回事，老伙计？把你的苦恼说给咱听听，看我能不能帮点忙。”
Poor Mole found it difficult to get any words out between the upheavals of his chest that followed one upon another so quickly and held back speech and choked it as it came. ‘I know it’s a—shabby, dingy little place,’ he sobbed forth at last, brokenly: ‘not like— your cosy quarters—or Toad’s beautiful hall—or Badger’s great house—but it was my own little Home—and I was fond of it—and I went away and forgot all about it—and then I smelt it suddenly—on the road, when I called and you wouldn’t listen, Rat—and everything came back to me with a rush—and I WANTED it!--O dear, O dear!--and when you WOULDN’T turn back, Ratty—and I had to leave it, though I was smelling it all the time—I thought my heart would break.—We might have just gone and had one look at it, Ratty—only one look—it was close by—but you wouldn’t turn back, Ratty, you wouldn’t turn back! O dear, O dear!’
可怜的鼹鼠简直说不出话来，他胸膛剧烈起伏，话到口中又给噎了回去。后来，他终于断断续续哽咽着说：“我知道，我的家是个——又穷又脏的小屋，比不上——你的住所那么舒适——比不上蟾宫那么美丽——也比不上獾的屋子那么宽大——可它毕竟是我自己的小家——我喜欢它——我离家以后，就把它忘得干干净净——可我忽然又闻到了它的气味——就在路上，在我喊你的时候，可你不理会——过去的一切像潮水似的涌上我心头——我需要它！——天哪！天哪！——你硬是不肯回头，河鼠——我只好丢下它，尽管我一直闻到它的气味——我的心都要碎了——其实咱们本可以回去瞅它一眼的，鼠儿——只瞅一眼就行——它就在附近——可你偏不肯回头，鼠儿，你不肯回头嘛！天哪！天哪！”
Recollection brought fresh waves of sorrow, and sobs again took full charge of him, preventing further speech.
回忆掀起了他新的悲伤狂涛，一阵猛烈的啜泣，噎得他说不下去了。
The Rat stared straight in front of him, saying nothing, only patting Mole gently on the shoulder. After a time he muttered gloomily, ‘I see it all now! What a PIG I have been! A pig—that’s me! Just a pig—a plain pig!’
河鼠直楞楞地盯着前面，一声不吭，只是轻轻地拍着鼹鼠的肩。过了一会，他沮丧地喃喃说：“现在我全明白了！我真是只猪！——一只猪——就是我！——不折不扣一只猪——地地道道一只猪！”
He waited till Mole’s sobs became gradually less stormy and more rhythmical; he waited till at last sniffs were frequent and sobs only intermittent. Then he rose from his seat, and, remarking carelessly, ‘Well, now we’d really better be getting on, old chap!’ set off up the road again, over the toilsome way they had come.
