河鼠等着，等到鼹鼠的哭泣逐渐缓和下来，不再是狂风暴雨，而变得多少有节奏了，等到鼹鼠只管抽鼻子，间或夹杂几声啜泣。这时，河鼠从树桩上站起来，若无其事地说：“好啦，老伙计，咱们现在动手干起来吧！”说着，他就朝他们辛辛苦苦走过来的原路走去。
‘Wherever are you (hic) going to (hic), Ratty?’ cried the tearful Mole, looking up in alarm.
“你上（嗝）哪去（嗝），鼠儿？”泪流满面的鼹鼠抬头望着他，惊叫道。
‘We’re going to find that Home of yours, old fellow,’ replied the Rat pleasantly; ‘so you had better come along, for it will take some finding, and we shall want your nose.’
“老伙计，咱们去找你的那个家呀，”河鼠高兴地说，“你最好也一起来，找起来或许要费点劲，需要借助你的鼻子呀。”
‘Oh, come back, Ratty, do!’ cried the Mole, getting up and hurrying after him. ‘It’s no good, I tell you! It’s too late, and too dark, and the place is too far off, and the snow’s coming! And—and I never meant to let you know I was feeling that way about it—it was all an accident and a mistake! And think of River Bank, and your supper!’
“噢，回来，鼠儿，回来！”鼹鼠站起来追赶河鼠。“我跟你说，这没有用！太晚了，也太黑了，那地方太远，而且马上又要下雪！再说——我并不是有意让你知道我对它的那份感情——这纯粹是偶然的，是个错误！还是想想河岸，想想你的晚饭吧！”
‘Hang River Bank, and supper too!’ said the Rat heartily. ‘I tell you, I’m going to find this place now, if I stay out all night. So cheer up, old chap, and take my arm, and we’ll very soon be back there again.’
“什么河岸，什么晚饭，见鬼去吧！”河鼠诚心诚意地说。“我跟你说，我非去找你的家不可，哪怕在外面呆一整夜也在所不惜。老朋友，打起精神，挽着我的臂，咱们很快就会回到原地的。”
Still snuffling, pleading, and reluctant, Mole suffered himself to be dragged back along the road by his imperious companion, who by a flow of cheerful talk and anecdote endeavoured to beguile his spirits back and make the weary way seem shorter. When at last it seemed to the Rat that they must be nearing that part of the road where the Mole had been ‘held up,’ he said, ‘Now, no more talking. Business! Use your nose, and give your mind to it.’
鼹鼠仍在抽鼻子，恳求，勉勉强强由着朋友把他强拽着往回走。河鼠一路滔滔不绝地给他讲故事，好提起他的情绪，使这段乏味的路程显得短些。后来，河鼠觉得他们似乎已经来到鼹鼠当初给“绊住”的地方，就说，“现在，别说话了，干正事！用你的鼻子，用你的心来找。”
They moved on in silence for some little way, when suddenly the Rat was conscious, through his arm that was linked in Mole’s, of a faint sort of electric thrill that was passing down that animal’s body. Instantly he disengaged himself, fell back a pace, and waited, all attention.
他们默默地往前走了一小段路，突然，河鼠感到有一股微弱的电颤，通过鼹鼠的全身，从他挽着的胳臂传来。他立即抽出胳臂，往后退一步，全神贯注地等待着。
The signals were coming through! Mole stood a moment rigid, while his uplifted nose, quivering slightly, felt the air.
有一刻，鼹鼠僵直地站定不动，翘鼻子微微颤动，嗅着空气。
Then a short, quick run forward—a fault—a check—a try back; and then a slow, steady, confident advance.
然后，他向前急跑了几步——错了——止步——又试一次；然后，他慢慢地、坚定地、信心十足地向前走去。
The Rat, much excited, kept close to his heels as the Mole, with something of the air of a sleep-walker, crossed a dry ditch, scrambled through a hedge, and nosed his way over a field open and trackless and bare in the faint starlight.
河鼠特兴奋，亦步亦趋地紧跟在鼹鼠身后。鼹鼠像梦游者似的，在昏暗的星光下，跨过一条干涸的水沟，钻过一道树篱，用鼻子嗅着，横穿一片宽阔的、光秃秃没有路径的田野。
Suddenly, without giving warning, he dived; but the Rat was on the alert, and promptly followed him down the tunnel to which his unerring nose had faithfully led him.
猛地，没有作出任何警告，他一头钻到了地下。幸亏河鼠高度警觉，他立刻也跟着钻了下去，进到他那灵敏的鼻子嗅出的地道。
It was close and airless, and the earthy smell was strong, and it seemed a long time to Rat ere the passage ended and he could stand erect and stretch and shake himself. The Mole struck a match, and by its light the Rat saw that they were standing in an open space, neatly swept and sanded underfoot, and directly facing them was Mole’s little front door, with ‘Mole End’ painted, in Gothic lettering, over the bell-pull at the side.
地道很狭窄，憋闷，有股刺鼻的土腥味。河鼠觉得他们走了很久很久，才走到尽头，他才能直起腰来，伸展四肢，抖抖身子。鼹鼠划着一根火柴，借着火光，河鼠看到他们站在一块空地上。地面扫得于干净净，铺了一层沙子，正对他们的是鼹鼠家的小小前门，门旁挂着铃索，门的上方，漆着三个黑体字：“鼹鼠居”。
Mole reached down a lantern from a nail on the wail and lit it, and the Rat, looking round him, saw that they were in a sort of fore-court. A garden-seat stood on one side of the door, and on the other a roller; for the Mole, who was a tidy animal when at Home, could not stand having his ground kicked up by other animals into little runs that ended in earth-heaps. On the walls hung wire baskets with ferns in them, alternating with brackets carrying plaster statuary—Garibaldi, and the infant Samuel, and Queen Victoria, and other heroes of modern Italy. Down on one side of the forecourt ran a skittle-alley, with benches along it and little wooden tables marked with rings that hinted at beer-mugs. In the middle was a small round pond containing gold-fish and surrounded by a cockle-shell border. Out of the centre of the pond rose a fanciful erection clothed in more cockle-shells and topped by a large silvered glass ball that reflected everything all wrong and had a very pleasing effect.
鼹鼠从墙上摘下一盏灯笼，点亮了，河鼠环顾四周，看到他们是在一个前庭里。门的一侧，摆着一张花园坐椅，另一侧，有个石磙子。这是因为，鼹鼠在家时爱好整洁，不喜欢别的动物把他的地面蹴出一道道足痕，踢成一个个小土堆。墙上，挂着几只金属丝篮子，插着些羊齿植物，花篮之间隔着些托架，上面摆着泥塑像——有加里波的，有年幼的萨缪尔，有维多利亚女王，还有其他意大利英雄们。在前庭的下首，有个九柱戏场，周围摆着条凳和小木桌，桌上印着一些圆圈，是摆啤酒杯的标志。庭院中央有个圆圆的小池塘，养着金鱼，四周镶着海扇贝壳砌的边。池塘中央，矗立着一座用海扇贝壳贴面的造型奇特的塔，塔顶是一只很大的银白色玻璃球，反照出来的东西全都走了样，怪滑稽的。
Mole’s face-beamed at the sight of all these objects so dear to him, and he hurried Rat through the door, lit a lamp in the hall, and took one glance round his old Home. He saw the dust lying thick on everything, saw the cheerless, deserted look of the long-neglected house, and its narrow, meagre dimensions, its worn and shabby contents—and collapsed again on a hall-chair, his nose to his paws. ‘O Ratty!’ he cried dismally, ‘why ever did I do it? Why did I bring you to this poor, cold little place, on a night like this, when you might have been at River Bank by this time, toasting your toes before a blazing fire, with all your own nice things about you!’
看到这些亲切的物件，鼹鼠的脸上绽开了愉快的笑意。他把河鼠推进大门，点着了厅里的一盏灯，匆匆扫了一眼他的旧居。他看到，所有的东西都积满了厚厚的一层灰尘，看到长久被他遗忘的屋子的凄凉景象，看到它的开间是那么狭小，室内陈设又是那么简陋陈旧，禁不住又沮丧起来，颓然瘫倒在椅子上，双爪捂住鼻子。“鼠儿啊！”他悲悲戚戚地哭道，“我为什么要这么干？为什么在这样寒冷的深夜，把你拉到这个穷酸冰冷的小屋里来！要不然，你这时已经回到河岸，对着熊熊的炉火烤脚，周边都是你的那些好东西！”
The Rat paid no heed to his doleful self-reproaches. He was running here and there, opening doors, inspecting rooms and cupboards, and lighting lamps and candles and sticking them, up everywhere. ‘What a capital little house this is!’ he called out cheerily. ‘So compact! So well planned! Everything here and everything in its place! We’ll make a jolly night of it. The first thing we want is a good fire; I’ll see to that—I always know where to find things. So this is the parlour? Splendid! Your own idea, those little sleeping-bunks in the wall? Capital! Now, I’ll fetch the wood and the coals, and you get a duster, Mole—you’ll find one in the drawer of the kitchen table—and try and smarten things up a bit. Bustle about, old chap!’
河鼠没有理会他悲哀的自责，只顾跑来跑去奔忙着，把各扇门打开，察看各个房间和食品柜，点着许多盏灯和蜡烛，摆得满屋子都是。“真是一所顶呱呱的小屋！”他开心地大声说。“多紧凑啊！设计得多巧妙啊！什么都不缺，一切都井然有序！今晚咱俩会过得很愉快的。头一件事，是升起一炉好火，这我来办——找东西，我最拿手。看来，这就是客厅啰？太好了！安装在墙上的这些小卧榻，是你自己设计的吗？真棒！我这就去取木柴和煤，你呢，鼹鼠，去拿一把掸子——厨桌抽屉里就有一把——把灰尘掸掸干净。动手干起来吧，老伙计！”
Encouraged by his inspiriting companion, the Mole roused himself and dusted and polished with energy and heartiness, while the Rat, running to and fro with armfuls of fuel, soon had a cheerful blaze roaring up the chimney. He hailed the Mole to come and warm himself; but Mole promptly had another fit of the blues, dropping down on a couch in dark despair and burying his face in his duster.
同伴热情的激励，使鼹鼠大受鼓舞，他振作起来，认真努力地打扫擦拭。河鼠一趟又一趟抱来柴禾，不多会就升起一炉欢腾的火，火苗呼呼地直窜上烟囱。他招呼鼹鼠过来烤火取暖。可是鼹鼠忽然又忧愁起来，沮丧地跌坐在一张躺椅上，用掸子捂着脸。v
‘Rat,’ he moaned, ‘how about your supper, you poor, cold, hungry, weary animal? I’ve nothing to give you—nothing—not a crumb!’
“鼠儿呀，”他呜咽道，“你的晚饭可怎么办？你这个又冷又饿又累的可怜的动物，我没有一点吃的招待你——连点面包屑都没有！”
‘What a fellow you are for giving in!’ said the Rat reproachfully. ‘Why, only just now I saw a sardine-opener on the kitchen dresser, quite distinctly; and everybody knows that means there are sardines about somewhere in the neighbourhood. Rouse yourself! pull yourself together, and come with me and forage.’
“你这个人哪，怎么这样灰溜溜！”河鼠责备他说。“你瞧。刚才我还清清楚楚看见橱柜上有把开沙丁鱼罐头的起子，既然有起子，还愁没有罐头？打起精神来，跟我一道去找。”
They went and foraged accordingly, hunting through every cupboard and turning out every drawer. The result was not so very depressing after all, though of course it might have been better; a tin of sardines—a box of captain’s biscuits, nearly full—and a German sausage encased in silver paper.
他们于是翻橱倒柜，满屋子搜寻。结果虽不太令人满意，倒也不太叫人失望，果然找到一听沙丁鱼，差不多满满一盒饼干，一段包在银纸里的德国香肠。
‘There’s a banquet for you!’ observed the Rat, as he arranged the table. ‘I know some animals who would give their ears to be sitting down to supper with us to-night!’
“够你开宴席的了！”河鼠一面摆饭桌，一面说。“我敢说，有些动物今晚要是能和我们一道吃晚饭，简直求之不得啦！”
‘No bread!’ groaned the Mole dolorously; ‘no butter, no----‘
“没有面包！”鼹鼠哭丧着脸呻吟道；“没有黄油，没有——”
‘No pate de foie gras, no champagne!’ continued the Rat, grinning. ‘And that reminds me—what’s that little door at the end of the passage? Your cellar, of course! Every luxury in this house! Just you wait a minute.’
“没有鹅肝酱，没有香摈酒！”河鼠撇着嘴嘲笑说。“我倒想起来了——过道尽头那扇小门里面是什么？当然是你的储藏室啰！你家的好东西全都在那儿藏着哪！你等着。”
He made for the cellar-door, and presently reappeared, somewhat dusty, with a bottle of beer in each paw and another under each arm, ‘Self-indulgent beggar you seem to be, Mole,’ he observed. ‘Deny yourself nothing. This is really the jolliest little place I ever was in. Now, wherever did you pick up those prints? Make the place look so Home-like, they do. No wonder you’re so fond of it, Mole. Tell us all about it, and how you came to make it what it is.’
他走进储藏室，不多会儿又走出来，身上沾了点灰，两只爪子各握着一瓶啤酒，两腋下也各夹着瓶啤酒。“鼹鼠，看来你还是个挺会享受的美食家哩，”他评论说。“凡是好吃的，一样不少哇。这小屋比哪儿都叫人高兴。喂，这些画片，你打哪儿弄来的？挂上这些画，这小屋更显得像个家了。给咱说说，你是怎么把它布置成这个样儿？”
Then, while the Rat busied himself fetching plates, and knives and forks, and mustard which he mixed in an egg-cup, the Mole, his bosom still heaving with the stress of his recent emotion, related—somewhat shyly at first, but with more freedom as he warmed to his subject—how this was planned, and how that was thought out, and how this was got through a windfall from an aunt, and that was a wonderful find and a bargain, and this other thing was bought out of laborious savings and a certain amount of ‘going without.’ His spirits finally quite restored, he must needs go and caress his possessions, and take a lamp and show off their points to his visitor and expatiate on them, quite forgetful of the supper they both so much needed; Rat, who was desperately hungry but strove to conceal it, nodding seriously, examining with a puckered brow, and saying, ‘wonderful,’ and ‘most remarkable,’ at intervals, when the chance for an observation was given him.
在河鼠忙着拿盘碟刀叉，往蛋杯里调芥末时，鼹鼠还因为刚才的感情激动而胸膛起伏，他开始给河鼠讲起来，起先还有几分不好意思，后来越讲越带劲，无拘无束了。他告诉他，这个是怎样设计的，那个是怎样琢磨出来的，这个是从一位姑妈那儿意外得来的，那个是一项重大发现，买的便宜货，而这件东西是靠省吃俭用，辛苦攒钱买来的。说着说着，他的情绪好了起来，不由得用手去抚弄他的那些财物。他提着一盏灯，向客人详细介绍它们的特点，把他俩都急需的晚饭都给忘到脑后了。河鼠呢，尽管他饿极了，可还强装作若无其事的样于，认真地点着头，皱起眉头仔细端详，瞅空子就说“了不起”，“太棒了”。
At last the Rat succeeded in decoying him to the table, and had just got seriously to work with the sardine-opener when sounds were heard from the fore-court without—sounds like the scuffling of small feet in the gravel and a confused murmur of tiny voices, while broken sentences reached them—‘Now, all in a line—hold the lantern up a bit, Tommy—clear your throats first—no coughing after I say one, two, three.—Where’s young Bill?--Here, come on, do, we’re all a-waiting----‘
末了，河鼠终于把他哄回到饭桌旁，正要认真打开沙丁鱼罐头时，庭院里传来一阵声响——像是小脚丫儿在沙地上乱跺，还有小嗓门儿七嘴八舌在说话。有些话断断续续传到他们耳中——“好，现在大家站成一排——托米，把灯笼举高点——先清清你们的嗓子——我喊一、二、三以后，就不许再咳嗽——小比尔在哪？快过来，我们都等着呐——”
‘What’s up?’ inquired the Rat, pausing in his labours.
“出什么事啦？”河鼠停下手里的活，问道。
‘I think it must be the field-mice,’ replied the Mole, with a touch of pride in his manner. ‘They go round carol-singing regularly at this time of the year. They’re quite an institution in these parts. And they never pass me over—they come to Mole End last of all; and I used to give them hot drinks, and supper too sometimes, when I could afford it. It will be like old times to hear them again.’
“准是田鼠们来了，“鼹鼠回答说，露出颇为得意的神色。“每年这个时节，他们照例要上各家串门唱圣诞歌，成了这一带的一种风尚。他们从不漏过我家——总是最后来到鼹鼠居。我总要请他们喝点热饮料，要是供得起，还请他们吃顿晚饭。听到他们唱圣诞歌，就像回到了过去的时光。”
‘Let’s have a look at them!’ cried the Rat, jumping up and running to the door.
“咱们瞧瞧去！”河鼠喊道，他跳起来，向门口跑去。
It was a pretty sight, and a seasonable one, that met their eyes when they flung the door open. In the fore-court, lit by the dim rays of a horn lantern, some eight or ten little fieldmice stood in a semicircle, red worsted comforters round their throats, their fore-paws thrust deep into their pockets, their feet jigging for warmth. With bright beady eyes they glanced shyly at each other, sniggering a little, sniffing and applying coat-sleeves a good deal. As the door opened, one of the elder ones that carried the lantern was just saying, ‘Now then, one, two, three!’ and forthwith their shrill little voices uprose on the air, singing one of the old-time carols that their forefathers composed in fields that were fallow and held by frost, or when snow-bound in chimney corners, and handed down to be sung in the miry street to lamp-lit windows at Yule-time.
他们一下子把门打开，眼前呈现出一幅美丽动人的节日景象。前庭里，在一盏牛角灯笼的幽光照耀下，八只或十只小田鼠排成半圆形站着，每人脖子上围着红色羊毛长围巾，前爪深深插进衣袋，脚丫子轻轻跺着地面保暖。珠子般的亮眼睛，腼腆地互视了一眼，窃笑了一声，抽了抽鼻子，又把衣袖拽了好一阵子。大门打开时，那个提灯笼的年纪大些的田鼠喊了声“预备——一、二、三！”跟着尖细的小嗓就一齐唱了起来，唱的是一首古老的圣诞歌。这首歌，是他们的祖辈们在冰霜覆盖的休耕地里，或者在大雪封门的炉边创作的，一代又一代传了下来。每逢圣诞节，田鼠们就站在泥泞的街道上，对着灯光明亮的窗子，唱这些圣诗。
CAROL
《圣诞颂歌》
Villagers all, this frosty tide, Let your doors swing open wide, Though wind may follow, and snow beside, Yet draw us in by your fire to bide; Joy shall be yours in the morning!
Here we stand in the cold and the sleet, Blowing fingers and stamping feet, Come from far away you to greet—You by the fire and we in the street—Bidding you joy in the morning!
For ere one half of the night was gone, Sudden a star has led us on, Raining bliss and benison—Bliss to-morrow and more anon, Joy for every morning!
Goodman Joseph toiled through the snow—Saw the star o’er a stable low; Mary she might not further go—Welcome thatch, and litter below! Joy was hers in the morning!
And then they heard the angels tell ‘Who were the first to cry NOWELL? Animals all, as it befell, In the stable where they did dwell! Joy shall be theirs in the morning!’
全村父老乡亲们，在这严寒时节，
大开你们的家门，
让我们在你炉边稍歇，
尽管风雪会趁虚而入，
明朝你们将得欢乐！
我们站在冰霜雨雪里，
呵着手指，跺着脚跟，
远道而来为你们祝福——
你们坐在火旁，我们站在街心——
祝愿你们明晨快乐！
因为午夜前的时光，
一颗星星指引我们前行，
天降福祉与好运——
明朝赐福，常年得福，
朝朝欢乐无穷尽！
善人约瑟在雪中跋涉——
遥见马厩上空星一颗；
玛丽亚无须再前行——
欢迎啊，茅屋，屋顶下的产床！
明晨她将得欢乐！
于是他们听到天使说：
“首先欢呼圣诞的谁？
是所有的动物，
因为他们栖身在马厩，
明晨欢乐将属于他们！”
The voices ceased, the singers, bashful but smiling, exchanged sidelong glances, and silence succeeded—but for a moment only. Then, from up above and far away, down the tunnel they had so lately travelled was borne to their ears in a faint musical hum the sound of distant bells ringing a joyful and clangorous peal.
歌声停止了，歌手们忸怩地微笑着，相互斜睨一眼，然后是一片寂静——但只一会儿。接着，由远远的地面上，通过他们来时经过的隧道，隐隐传来嗡嗡的钟声，丁丁当当，奏起了一首欢快的乐曲。
