他站了起来，又一次朝河岸走去。随后，他改变主意，转向尘土飞扬的小径那边。他躺了下来，在小径两侧茂密阴凉枝杈交错的矮树篱的掩蔽下，他可以默默观望那条碎石子路，想着它通向的那个奇妙世界，还可以细细观察走在路上的往来行人，想着他们将去寻求或不寻自来的种种好运、奇遇，在那边，在远方！
Footsteps fell on his ear, and the figure of one that walked somewhat wearily came into view; and he saw that it was a Rat, and a very dusty one. The wayfarer, as he reached him, saluted with a gesture of courtesy that had something foreign about it—hesitated a moment—then with a pleasant smile turned from the track and sat down by his side in the cool herbage. He seemed tired, and the Rat let him rest unquestioned, understanding something of what was in his thoughts; knowing, too, the value all animals attach at times to mere silent companionship, when the weary muscles slacken and the mind marks time.
一阵脚步声传到他耳中，一个走乏了的动物的身影映入他眼帘。原来那是只老鼠，一只风尘仆仆的老鼠。那只过路的老鼠走到他跟前时，用一种带点外国味儿的姿态向他致意，迟疑了片刻，然后愉快地微笑着，离开道路，来到阴凉的树篱下，在他身旁坐下。他显得很疲乏，河鼠让他在那儿休息。没有问什么，因为他多少明白老鼠此时的心情，也懂得所有的动物有时遵循的一个信念：当疲乏的身体松弛下来，大脑需要宁静时，无言的相互作伴是最有益处的。
The wayfarer was lean and keen-featured, and somewhat bowed at the shoulders; his paws were thin and long, his eyes much wrinkled at the corners, and he wore small gold ear rings in his neatly-set well-shaped ears. His knitted jersey was of a faded blue, his breeches, patched and stained, were based on a blue foundation, and his small belongings that he carried were tied up in a blue cotton handkerchief.
这位过路的老鼠很瘦，尖脸，肩背微躬，爪子细长，眼角布满皱纹，纤巧优美的耳朵上，戴着小小的金耳环。他穿著一件褪了色的蓝针织上衣，裤子底色原是蓝的，打了补丁，满是泥污。他随身携带的微薄财物，用一块蓝布手帕包着。
When he had rested awhile the stranger sighed, snuffed the air, and looked about him.
这位陌生老鼠歇了一会，然后叹口气，用鼻子嗅了嗅空气，环视四周。
‘That was clover, that warm whiff on the breeze,’ he remarked; ‘and those are cows we hear cropping the grass behind us and blowing softly between mouthfuls. There is a sound of distant reapers, and yonder rises a blue line of cottage smoke against the woodland. The river runs somewhere close by, for I hear the call of a moorhen, and I see by your build that you’re a freshwater mariner. Everything seems asleep, and yet going on all the time. It is a goodly life that you lead, friend; no doubt the best in the world, if only you are strong enough to lead it!’
“那是苜蓿，微风吹来阵阵暖香，”他评论说。“牛在我们背后吃草，吃几口，轻轻地喷一下鼻息。远处有农人收割庄稼的声音，那边，树林前面，农舍升起一缕青色的炊烟。河流就在附近不远，因为我听到红松鸡的叫声。从你的体格看，我想你一定是一位内河水手。一切都像在沉睡，可一切又都在进行。朋友，你日子过得蛮不错，只要你身强力壮能干活，你的生活无疑是世上最美好的生活。”
‘Yes, it’s THE life, the only life, to live,’ responded the Water Rat dreamily, and without his usual whole-hearted conviction.
“是啊，这才叫生活，唯一值得过的生活，”河鼠做梦似地回答说，可是不像平日那样信心十足。
‘I did not say exactly that,’ replied the stranger cautiously; ‘but no doubt it’s the best. I’ve tried it, and I know. And because I’ve just tried it—six months of it—and know it’s the best, here am I, footsore and hungry, tramping away from it, tramping southward, following the old call, back to the old life, THE life which is mine and which will not let me go.’
“我倒也不完全是这个意思，”陌生老鼠谨慎地说，“不过这无疑是最好的生活：我尝试过，所以我知道。正因为我刚刚领略过——生活过六个月——所以知道它是最好的。你瞧，我现在脚走疼了，肚子饿了，就要离开这种生活，往南边流浪，听从那个老呼唤，回到那种老生活。那是我自己的生活，它不允许我离开它。”
‘Is this, then, yet another of them?’ mused the Rat. ‘And where have you just come from?’ he asked. He hardly dared to ask where he was bound for; he seemed to know the answer only too well.
“难道说，他又是一个南行的动物？”河鼠暗想。他问道：“你刚从哪儿来？”他不敢问老鼠要往哪儿去，因为答案是什么，他似乎已很清楚。
‘Nice little farm,’ replied the wayfarer, briefly. ‘Upalong in that direction’—he nodded northwards. ‘Never mind about it. I had everything I could want—everything I had any right to expect of life, and more; and here I am! Glad to be here all the same, though, glad to be here! So many miles further on the road, so many hours nearer to my heart’s desire!’
“从一个可爱的小农庄来，”过路老鼠简短地回答。“就在那个方向，”他冲北边点点头。“这无关紧要。我在那儿什么都不缺。我有权希望从生活中得到的一切，我都有，甚至更多；可现在，我来到了这里；不过，来这里，我也喜欢，同样喜欢！因为我已经走了那么多路，离我渴望的地方又近了许多！”
His shining eyes held fast to the horizon, and he seemed to be listening for some sound that was wanting from that inland acreage, vocal as it was with the cheerful music of pasturage and farmyard.
他目光炯炯地紧盯着地平线；像在倾听某种声音，那是内陆地带所缺少的，尽管那里有牧场和农庄的欢快音乐。
‘You are not one of US,’ said the Water Rat, ‘nor yet a farmer; nor even, I should judge, of this country.’
“你和我们不属一类，”河鼠说，“你不是农家老鼠，而且依我看，也不是本国老鼠。”
‘Right,’ replied the stranger. ‘I’m a seafaring rat, I am, and the port I originally hail from is Constantinople, though I’m a sort of a foreigner there too, in a manner of speaking. You will have heard of Constantinople, friend? A fair city, and an ancient and glorious one. And you may have heard, too, of Sigurd, King of Norway, and how he sailed thither with sixty ships, and how he and his men rode up through streets all canopied in their honour with purple and gold; and how the Emperor and Empress came down and banqueted with him on board his ship. When Sigurd returned home, many of his Northmen remained behind and entered the Emperor’s body-guard, and my ancestor, a Norwegian born, stayed behind too, with the ships that Sigurd gave the Emperor. Seafarers we have ever been, and no wonder; as for me, the city of my birth is no more my home than any pleasant port between there and the London River. I know them all, and they know me. Set me down on any of their quays or foreshores, and I am Home again.’
“不错，”外来的老鼠说。“我呀，我是一只航海老鼠，我最初启航的港口是君士坦丁堡，虽说我在那也可说是一只外国鼠。朋友，你听说过君土坦丁堡吗？一座美丽的城市，一座古老而光荣的城市！你大概也听说过挪威国王西格尔德吧？他曾率领六十艘船驶往那里，他和他的随从骑马进城时，满街都悬挂紫色和金色的天篷向他致敬。君土坦丁堡的皇帝和皇后驾临他的船，和他一道宴饮。西格尔德回国时，他手下的北欧人有许多留下没走，参加了皇帝的御林军，我的一位生长在挪威的祖先，也随着西格尔德赠送给皇帝的一艘船留下了。打那以后，我们这个家族一直是海员。对我来说，我出生的城市固然是我的家，它和伦敦之间的任何一个可爱的港口也都是我的家。我对它们了如指掌，它们也都熟识我。随便我来到它们的任何一个码头或者海滩，俄就等于到了家。”
‘I suppose you go great voyages,’ said the Water Rat with growing interest. ‘Months and months out of sight of land, and provisions running short, and allowanced as to water, and your mind communing with the mighty ocean, and all that sort of thing?’
“我想，你一定常去远洋航行吧？”河鼠来了兴趣。“成年累月看不到陆地，食物短缺，饮水也要配给，但你的心总和大洋相通，总在思念着这一切吧？”
‘By no means,’ said the Sea Rat frankly. ‘Such a life as you describe would not suit me at all. I’m in the coasting trade, and rarely out of sight of land. It’s the jolly times on shore that appeal to me, as much as any seafaring. O, those southern seaports! The smell of them, the riding-lights at night, the glamour!’
“根本不是这样，”航海鼠坦白地说。“你说的那种生活对我也不适合。我只是做海岸营生，很少离开陆地。吸引我的是岸上的快乐时光，和航海一样。南方的那些海港，它们的气味，夜晚的那些停泊灯，多么令人神往啊！”
‘Well, perhaps you have chosen the better way,’ said the Water Rat, but rather doubtfully. ‘Tell me something of your coasting, then, if you have a mind to, and what sort of harvest an animal of spirit might hope to bring Home from it to warm his latter days with gallant memories by the fireside; for my life, I confess to you, feels to me to-day somewhat narrow and circumscribed.’
“是啊，也许你选中的是一种更好的生活方式，”河鼠略带疑惑地说。“如果你愿意，那就请给我讲讲你的海岸生活好吗？讲讲一只生气勃勃的动物能从那里带回些什么，使他以后可以在炉边回忆许多光辉的往事，来告慰晚年。至于我的生活嘛，实话对你说，今天我觉得它怪狭隘，怪局限的。”
‘My last voyage,’ began the Sea Rat, ‘that landed me eventually in this country, bound with high hopes for my inland farm, will serve as a good example of any of them, and, indeed, as an epitome of my highly-coloured life. Family troubles, as usual, began it. The domestic storm-cone was hoisted, and I shipped myself on board a small trading vessel bound from Constantinople, by classic seas whose every wave throbs with a deathless memory, to the Grecian Islands and the Levant. Those were golden days and balmy nights! In and out of harbour all the time—old friends everywhere—sleeping in some cool temple or ruined cistern during the heat of the day—feasting and song after sundown, under great stars set in a velvet sky! Thence we turned and coasted up the Adriatic, its shores swimming in an atmosphere of amber, rose, and aquamarine; we lay in wide land-locked harbours, we roamed through ancient and noble cities, until at last one morning, as the sun rose royally behind us, we rode into Venice down a path of gold. O, Venice is a fine city, wherein a rat can wander at his ease and take his pleasure! Or, when weary of wandering, can sit at the edge of the Grand Canal at night, feasting with his friends, when the air is full of music and the sky full of stars, and the lights flash and shimmer on the polished steel prows of the swaying gondolas, packed so that you could walk across the canal on them from side to side! And then the food—do you like shellfish? Well, well, we won’t linger over that now.’ He was silent for a time; and the Water Rat, silent too and enthralled, floated on dream-canals and heard a phantom song pealing high between vaporous grey wave-lapped walls.
“我上次出海，”海上老鼠说开了。“是希望办一处内陆农庄，于是我就登上了这片国土。这次航海，可以看作是我历次航海的一个例证，确实也是我丰富多采的生活的一个缩影。开头，照例是由家庭纠纷引起的。家务风暴的警钟敲响了，我就乘上一艘小商船，由君士坦丁堡启航，驶入古代世界的海洋，朝着希腊群岛和东地中海行进，海上的每一个浪头都荡漾着令人难忘的回忆。那些日子，白天阳光灿烂，夜间和风习习。船不停地进港出港，到处都遇到老朋友。在炎热的白天，我们睡在阴凉的庙宇或废水池里，太阳落山后，就在嵌满星星的天鹅绒般的天幕下，纵情饮宴，放声高歌！从那里，我们又转向亚德里亚海沿岸；那里的海岸弥漫着琥珀色、玫瑰色、蓝晶色的空气。我们碇泊在陆地环抱的宽阔的港湾里，我们在古老而豪华的城市里游逛。末了，有一天早晨，我们顺着一条金灿灿的航道驶进了威尼斯。威尼斯真是一座美丽的城市啊！在那里，老鼠可以自由自在地溜达闲逛，尽情玩乐！要是游倦了，晚上可以坐在大运河边，和朋友们一道吃喝。那时，空中乐声悠扬，头上一天繁星，河里满是摇摆的游艇，船头熠熠发亮，一只只游艇紧紧挨着，你都能踩着它们丛一岸走到另一岸！说到吃的，你喜欢吃贝吗？得，得，那个，咱们现在还是少谈为妙。”他沉默了一阵；河鼠也默不作声。他听得入了迷，仿佛乘上一只梦中游艇漂呀漂，听到一首高亢的魔歌，在雾气蒙蒙、波浪拍击的河墙之间回响。
‘Southwards we sailed again at last,’ continued the Sea Rat, ‘coasting down the Italian shore, till finally we made Palermo, and there I quitted for a long, happy spell on shore. I never stick too long to one ship; one gets narrow-minded and prejudiced. Besides, Sicily is one of my happy hunting-grounds. I know everybody there, and their ways just suit me. I spent many jolly weeks in the island, staying with friends up country. When I grew restless again I took advantage of a ship that was trading to Sardinia and Corsica; and very glad I was to feel the fresh breeze and the sea-spray in my face once more.’
“然后我们又向南驶去，”海上老鼠接着说，“沿着意大利的海岸航行，来到巴勒摩。在那儿，我离船上岸，逗留了很长一段快乐时光。我从不死守住一条船；那会使人变得头脑闭塞，思想偏颇。再说，西西里岛是我爱去的一个地方。那里的人我都认识，他们的风尚很合我的口味。我在岛上和朋友们一道，在乡间愉快地过了好几个星期。等到我呆腻了，我就搭上一艘驶向萨丁尼亚和科西加的商船。我又一次感到新鲜的海风和浪沫扑打在脸上，好不惬意。”
‘But isn’t it very hot and stuffy, down in the—hold, I think you call it?’ asked the Water Rat.
“可在那个你们管它叫货舱的地方，是不是闷热得很？”河鼠问。
The seafarer looked at him with the suspicion go a wink. ‘I’m an old hand,’ he remarked with much simplicity. ‘The captain’s cabin’s good enough for me.’
航海鼠拿眼瞄着他，眼皮像是眨巴了一下。“我是个行家里手，”他率直地说。“船长室对我来说够好的了。”
‘It’s a hard life, by all accounts,’ murmured the Rat, sunk in deep thought.
“人家都说，航海生活是很艰苦的，”河鼠喃喃地说，他陷入了沉思。
‘For the crew it is,’ replied the seafarer gravely, again with the ghost of a wink. ‘From Corsica,’ he went on, ‘I made use of a ship that was taking wine to the mainland. We made Alassio in the evening, lay to, hauled up our wine-casks, and hove them overboard, tied one to the other by a long line. Then the crew took to the boats and rowed shorewards, singing as they went, and drawing after them the long bobbing procession of casks, like a mile of porpoises. On the sands they had horses waiting, which dragged the casks up the steep street of the little town with a fine rush and clatter and scramble. When the last cask was in, we went and refreshed and rested, and sat late into the night, drinking with our friends, and next morning I took to the great olive-woods for a spell and a rest. For now I had done with islands for the time, and ports and shipping were plentiful; so I led a lazy life among the peasants, lying and watching them work, or stretched high on the hillside with the blue Mediterranean far below me. And so at length, by easy stages, and partly on foot, partly by sea, to Marseilles, and the meeting of old shipmates, and the visiting of great ocean-bound vessels, and feasting once more. Talk of shell-fish! Why, sometimes I dream of the shell-fish of Marseilles, and wake up crying!’
“对于水手来说是艰苦的，”航海鼠严肃地说，若有若无地又眨了一下眼睛，“在科西加，我搭上一艘运葡萄酒去大陆的船，”航海鼠接着说。“傍晚时我们到达阿拉西奥，船驶进港口。我们把酒桶抬起，扔下船去，用一根长绳把酒桶一个个连结起来，然后水手乘上小艇，朝岸边划去，一边唱歌，小艇后面拖着一长串上下漂浮的酒桶，像一哩路长的一串海豚。河滩上，有马匹等着，马拉着酒桶，叮叮咚咚冲上小镇陡峭的街道。运完最后一桶酒，我们就打个尖，歇一会儿，晚上和朋友们一道喝酒，直到深夜。第二天早上，我就到大橄榄林里去呆上一段时间，好好休息。这时我已经暂时不去海岛，不过还常同海港和航行打交道。所以我在农人当中过着懒散的生活，躺着看他们干活，或者伸长四肢躺在高高的山坡上，远在脚下就是蔚蓝的地中海。于是，我就这样轻轻松松，一程又一程，或步行，或乘船，最终来到了马赛，会见了同船的老伙伴，访问了远洋巨轮，又一次吃喝饮宴。这不是又谈到鲜贝了！是啊，有时我做梦梦见马赛的鲜贝，竟哭醒了！”
‘That reminds me,’ said the polite Water Rat; ‘you happened to mention that you were hungry, and I ought to have spoken earlier. Of course, you will stop and take your midday meal with me? My hole is close by; it is some time past noon, and you are very welcome to whatever there is.’
“这话倒提醒了我，”知礼的河鼠说，“你偶尔提到你饿了，我该早点说才是。你当然不反对留下来和我共进午餐啰？我的洞就在附近；现在中午已过了，欢迎你来我家用点便饭啦。”
‘Now I call that kind and brotherly of you,’ said the Sea Rat. ‘I was indeed hungry when I sat down, and ever since I inadvertently happened to mention shell-fish, my pangs have been extreme. But couldn’t you fetch it along out here? I am none too fond of going under hatches, unless I’m obliged to; and then, while we eat, I could tell you more concerning my voyages and the pleasant life I lead—at least, it is very pleasant to me, and by your attention I judge it commends itself to you; whereas if we go indoors it is a hundred to one that I shall presently fall asleep.’
“噢，你心肠真好，真够朋友！”航海鼠说，“我坐下时，确实是饿了，后来一提到鲜贝，就饿得胃痛。不过，你能不能把午餐拿到这儿来？除非万不得已，我是不太喜欢进茅屋的。再说，咱们一边吃，我一边还可以接着给你讲，讲我的航海经历和愉快的生活。我很高兴讲这些事，而从你关注的神情来看，你也很爱听。如果进屋去，十有八九我会马上睡着的。”
‘That is indeed an excellent suggestion,’ said the Water Rat, and hurried off Home. There he got out the luncheon-basket and packed a simple meal, in which, remembering the stranger’s origin and preferences, he took care to include a yard of long French bread, a sausage out of which the garlic sang, some cheese which lay down and cried, and a long-necked straw-covered flask wherein lay bottled sunshine shed and garnered on far Southern slopes. Thus laden, he returned with all speed, and blushed for pleasure at the old seaman’s commendations of his taste and judgment, as together they unpacked the basket and laid out the contents on the grass by the roadside.
“这是个好主意。”河鼠说，急忙跑回家去。他拿出午餐篮子，装好一顿简单的午饭。考虑到来客的出身和嗜好：他特意拿了一个几码长的法国面包，三根香肠；肠里的大蒜在唱歌……一块躺在那儿喊叫的干酪，还有一只用稻草裹着的长颈瓶，瓶里装着遥远南方山坡上密制窖藏的葡萄美酒。装满一篮后，他飞速跑回河边。他俩揭开篮子盖，把食物一样样取出摆在路边的草地上。听到老海员一个劲儿夸他的口味和判断力，河鼠高兴得满脸泛红。
The Sea Rat, as soon as his hunger was somewhat assuaged, continued the history of his latest voyage, conducting his simple hearer from port to port of Spain, landing him at Lisbon, Oporto, and Bordeaux, introducing him to the pleasant harbours of Cornwall and Devon, and so up the Channel to that final quayside, where, landing after winds long contrary, storm-driven and weather-beaten, he had caught the first magical hints and heraldings of another Spring, and, fired by these, had sped on a long tramp inland, hungry for the experiment of life on some quiet farmstead, very far from the weary beating of any sea.
航海鼠稍稍填饱了肚子，就接着讲他最近一次航海的经历。带领着这位单纯的听者遍游西班牙所有的港口，登陆里斯本、波尔图和波尔多，来到英国的康威尔郡和德文郡那些可爱的港口，然后溯海峡上行，到达最后的港湾地带。他顶着暴风雨和恶劣的天气，逆风航行了很长时间，终于登上了陆地，迎来了又一个春天的迷人气息。这一切激励着他匆匆奔向内陆腹地，一心想体验某种宁静的农庄生活，远远避开海上的颠簸劳顿。
Spell-bound and quivering with excitement, the Water Rat followed the Adventurer league by league, over stormy bays, through crowded roadsteads, across harbour bars on a racing tide, up winding rivers that hid their busy little towns round a sudden turn; and left him with a regretful sigh planted at his dull inland farm, about which he desired to hear nothing.
