河鼠听得出神，激动得浑身颤抖，一里里随着这位冒险家穿过风雨如晦的海湾，船只拥挤的碇泊处，乘着汹涌的潮水，越过港口的沙洲，驶上千回百转的河流，河的急转弯处隐藏着繁忙的小城镇。最后航海鼠在他那座沉闷的内陆农庄长住下来时，河鼠便遗憾地叹了口气，再也不想听有关这座农庄的故事了。
By this time their meal was over, and the Seafarer, refreshed and strengthened, his voice more vibrant, his eye lit with a brightness that seemed caught from some far-away sea-beacon, filled his glass with the red and glowing vintage of the South, and, leaning towards the Water Rat, compelled his gaze and held him, body and soul, while he talked. Those eyes were of the changing foam-streaked grey-green of leaping Northern seas; in the glass shone a hot ruby that seemed the very heart of the South, beating for him who had courage to respond to its pulsation. The twin lights, the shifting grey and the steadfast red, mastered the Water Rat and held him bound, fascinated, powerless. The quiet world outside their rays receded far away and ceased to be. And the talk, the wonderful talk flowed on—or was it speech entirely, or did it pass at times into song—chanty of the sailors weighing the dripping anchor, sonorous hum of the shrouds in a tearing North-Easter, ballad of the fisherman hauling his nets at sundown against an apricot sky, chords of guitar and mandoline from gondola or caique? Did it change into the cry of the wind, plaintive at first, angrily shrill as it freshened, rising to a tearing whistle, sinking to a musical trickle of air from the leech of the bellying sail? All these sounds the spell-bound listener seemed to hear, and with them the hungry complaint of the gulls and the sea-mews, the soft thunder of the breaking wave, the cry of the protesting shingle. Back into speech again it passed, and with beating heart he was following the adventures of a dozen seaports, the fights, the escapes, the rallies, the comradeships, the gallant undertakings; or he searched islands for treasure, fished in still lagoons and dozed day-long on warm white sand. Of deep-sea Fishings he heard tell, and mighty silver gatherings of the mile-long net; of sudden perils, noise of breakers on a moonless night, or the tall bows of the great liner taking shape overhead through the fog; of the merry Home-coming, the headland rounded, the harbour lights opened out; the groups seen dimly on the quay, the cheery hail, the splash of the hawser; the trudge up the steep little street towards the comforting glow of red-curtained windows.
吃完饭；航海鼠恢复了体力，精神抖擞，说话声更加震颤，双目炯炯，仿佛从遥远海域的灯塔借得了熠熠火光。他往杯里斟满了殷红透亮的南国美酒，身子歪向河鼠，目光逼人，用他的故事抓住了河鼠的整个身心；那对眼睛是变幻莫测的灰绿色，如同汹涌起伏的北方诲洋，而杯中的酒，闪耀着热烈的红宝石光芒，恰似南方的心脏，为有勇气与它脉搏合拍的人而跳动。这两重光芒：游移不定的灰光和固定不变的红光主宰了河鼠，把他牢牢缚住，使他心迷神驰，无力抗拒。这两重光以外的清静世界远远退去，不复存在了。只有航海鼠的话音，那滔滔不绝的奇妙的话音。它究竟是说话，还是时而变成了歌唱，变成水手们起锚时高唱的号子，帆索在呼啸的东北风里的嗡嗡低吟，日落时澄黄色的天空下渔人拉网的歌谣，游艇或帆船上弹奏吉他或曼陀林的琴音？这话音似又变成了风声，开始是呜咽悲鸣，随后逐渐转强，变成咆哮怒吼，又越升越高，成了撕心裂肺的尖叫，然后又渐渐降低，成了满帆边缘在空气里振动的悦耳的颤音。这位着了魔的聆听者，仿佛听到了所有这些声音，还夹杂着海鸥和海燕饥饿的悲鸣，浪祷拍岸时轻柔的轰响，沙滩表示抗议的呼喊。河鼠揣着一颗怦怦狂跳的心，随着这位冒险家游历了十几个海港，经历了战斗，脱险，聚会，交友，见义勇为的壮举。
他时而在海岛探宝，时而在平静的泻湖钓鱼，时而又整天躺在温暖的白沙上打盹。他听他讲深海捕鱼，用一哩长的大网捞起银光闪闪的鱼群；听他讲突如其来的危险，在月黑风高的夜晚，排山巨浪的狂吼，还有大雾天头顶上忽地冒出巨轮高耸的船头；听他讲返回故里的欢乐，船头绕过海岬，驶进灯火通明的海港；码头上人影晃动，人群在欢呼，大缆索啪地甩了过去，水沫四溅；他们吃力地走上陡峭的小街，向那挂红窗幔的温煦快意的灯光走去。
Lastly, in his waking dream it seemed to him that the Adventurer had risen to his feet, but was still speaking, still holding him fast with his sea-grey eyes.‘And now,’ he was softly saying, ‘I take to the road again, holding on southwestwards for many a long and dusty day; till at last I reach the little grey sea town I know so well, that clings along one steep side of the harbour. There through dark doorways you look down flights of stone steps, overhung by great pink tufts of valerian and ending in a patch of sparkling blue water. The little boats that lie tethered to the rings and stanchions of the old sea-wall are gaily painted as those I clambered in and out of in my own childhood; the salmon leap on the flood tide, schools of mackerel flash and play past quay-sides and foreshores, and by the windows the great vessels glide, night and day, up to their moorings or forth to the open sea. There, sooner or later, the ships of all seafaring nations arrive; and there, at its destined hour, the ship of my choice will let go its anchor. I shall take my time, I shall tarry and bide, till at last the right one lies waiting for me, warped out into midstream, loaded low, her bowsprit pointing down harbour. I shall slip on board, by boat or along hawser; and then one morning I shall wake to the song and tramp of the sailors, the clink of the capstan, and the rattle of the anchor-chain coming merrily in. We shall break out the jib and the foresail, the white houses on the harbour side will glide slowly past us as she gathers steering-way, and the voyage will have begun! As she forges towards the headland she will clothe herself with canvas; and then, once outside, the sounding slap of great green seas as she heels to the wind, pointing South!
后来，河鼠在白日梦里仿佛看到，探险鼠已经站起身来，但仍在说个不停，那双海灰色的眸子仍旧紧紧盯着他。“现在，”他轻轻地说：“我又上路了，朝着西南方向，风尘仆仆地一连走许多天，直到到达我熟悉的那个坐落在海港峭壁上的灰黄色滨海小镇……在那儿，从昏暗的门道向下望去，可以看到一行石阶，上面覆盖着长长的粉红色缬草，石阶的尽头，便是蓝莹莹的海水。古老的海堤上的铁环或桩柱上，系着一些小艇，漆成鲜艳的色调，跟我小时候常爬进爬出的那些小艇一个样。涨潮时，鲑鱼随波跳跃，一群群的鲭鱼银光闪闪，欢蹦嬉戏，游过码头和海滩边。巨轮日夜不停地在窗前徐徐滑过，驶向碇泊处或大海。所有的航海国家的船只，早晚都要抵达那里，在一定的时辰，我选中的那条船就会抛锚。我不急于上船，而是静候时机，直到我相中的那条船驶进河中央，载满了货，船首朝向海港时，我才乘小艇或攀着缆索悄悄溜上船去。于是早晨一觉醒来，我就会听到水手的歌声和沉重的脚步声，绞盘的嘎吱声，还有收锚索时欢快的哐啷声。我们扯起船首三角帆和前桅帆。船离岸时，港边的白色房屋就从我们身边慢慢滑开，航海就此开始！当船向海岬缓缓驶去时，她全身披满了白帆；一到外海，她便迎着汪洋大海的万顷碧波，乘风破浪，直指南方！
‘And you, you will come too, young brother; for the days pass, and never return, and the South still waits for you. Take the Adventure, heed the call, now ere the irrevocable moment passes!’ ‘Tis but a banging of the door behind you, a blithesome step forward, and you are out of the old life and into the new! Then some day, some day long hence, jog Home here if you will, when the cup has been drained and the play has been played, and sit down by your quiet river with a store of goodly memories for company. You can easily overtake me on the road, for you are young, and I am ageing and go softly. I will linger, and look back; and at last I will surely see you coming, eager and light-hearted, with all the South in your face!’
“你呢，小兄弟，你也要来的；因为光阴一去不复返，南方在等着你。冒一次险吧！注意听从召唤，趁着时机还没有溜走！你只消砰地关上身后的门，迈开可喜的一步，你就走出了旧生活，跨入了新生活！过了很久很久，有一天，杯中的酒饮干了，好戏演完了，如果愿意，你就溜溜达达往家走，在你安静的河边坐下来，揣着满脑子精彩的回忆，款待你的朋友们。你撵上我毫不费力，因为你年轻。而我已经上了年纪，行动迟缓了。我会一步一回头盼着你，总有一天我准会看到你步履匆匆，心情愉快，面对着偌大的南方，走过来的！”
The voice died away and ceased as an insect’s tiny trumpet dwindles swiftly into silence; and the Water Rat, paralysed and staring, saw at last but a distant speck on the white surface of the road.
他的话音越来越小。听不见了，就像一只虫子的小喇叭由强变弱，杳无声息了。河鼠楞愣地瘫在那儿，最后只见白色的路面上，远处一个小点。
Mechanically he rose and proceeded to repack the luncheon-basket, carefully and without haste. Mechanically he returned Home, gathered together a few small necessaries and special treasures he was fond of, and put them in a satchel; acting with slow deliberation, moving about the room like a sleep-walker; listening ever with parted lips. He swung the satchel over his shoulder, carefully selected a stout stick for his wayfaring, and with no haste, but with no hesitation at all, he stepped across the threshold just as the Mole appeared at the door.
河鼠木木地站起来，动手收拾午餐篮子，仔仔细细，不慌不忙。他木木地回到家里；归拢一些小件必需品和他珍爱的特殊物品，装进一只背包。他慢条斯理从容不迫地干着，在屋里来回转游，像个梦游者，张着嘴不住地倾听。然后，他把背包甩到肩上，仔细挑选了一根粗棍，准备上路。他半点也不着急，可也毫不迟疑，一脚迈出了家门。就在这当儿，鼹鼠出现在门外。
‘Why, where are you off to, Ratty?’ asked the Mole in great surprise, grasping him by the arm.
“喂，鼠兄，你要去哪？”鼹鼠一把抓住河鼠的胳臂，惊愕地问。
‘Going South, with the rest of them,’ murmured the Rat in a dreamy monotone, never looking at him. ‘Seawards first and then on shipboard, and so to the shores that are calling me!’ He pressed resolutely forward, still without haste, but with dogged fixity of purpose; but the Mole, now thoroughly alarmed, placed himself in front of him, and looking into his eyes saw that they were glazed and set and turned a streaked and shifting grey—not his friend’s eyes, but the eyes of some other animal! Grappling with him strongly he dragged him inside, threw him down, and held him.
“去南方，跟别的动物一道。”河鼠梦呓般地喃喃道，连看也没看他一眼。“先去海边，再乘船，到那些呼唤我的海岸去！”河鼠坚决地径直往前走，仍旧不慌不忙，但是毫不动摇。鼹鼠慌了神，忙用身子挡住他，同时盯着他的眼睛瞧。他发现，河鼠目光呆滞，凝固，出现一种波浪般浮动的灰色条纹，不是他朋友的眼睛，而是别的什么动物的眼睛！他用力把他抓牢，拖回屋里，推倒在地上，按住不放。
The Rat struggled desperately for a few moments, and then his strength seemed suddenly to leave him, and he lay still and exhausted, with closed eyes, trembling. Presently the Mole assisted him to rise and placed him in a chair, where he sat collapsed and shrunken into himself, his body shaken by a violent shivering, passing in time into an hysterical fit of dry sobbing. Mole made the door fast, threw the satchel into a drawer and locked it, and sat down quietly on the table by his friend, waiting for the strange seizure to pass. Gradually the Rat sank into a troubled doze, broken by starts and confused murmurings of things strange and wild and foreign to the unenlightened Mole; and from that he passed into a deep slumber.
河鼠拼命挣扎了一阵，然后。像是突然间泄了气，躺着一动不动，虚乏无力，闭着眼睛，直打哆嗦。鼹鼠随即扶他起来，坐在椅子上。他全身瘫软，蜷缩成一团，身子剧烈地抽搐，过后，爆发出一阵歇斯底里的干嚎。鼹鼠关紧了门，把背包扔进一个抽屉，锁好，然后静静地坐在朋友身边的桌子上，等着这阵奇怪的邪魔过去。渐渐地，河鼠沉入了惊悸不宁的浅睡，间或惊醒过来，嘴里面咕哝着，在懵懂的鼹鼠听来，全是些荒诞不经的异国事情。过后，河鼠就睡熟了。
Very anxious in mind, the Mole left him for a time and busied himself with household matters; and it was getting dark when he returned to the parlour and found the Rat where he had left him, wide awake indeed, but listless, silent, and dejected. He took one hasty glance at his eyes; found them, to his great gratification, clear and dark and brown again as before; and then sat down and tried to cheer him up and help him to relate what had happened to him.
鼹鼠心绪焦虑不安，暂时离开河鼠，忙了一阵家务。天快黑时，他回到客厅，看到河鼠仍呆在原地，完全清醒了，只是没精打采，一声不吭，神情沮丧。他匆匆看了一下河鼠的眼睛，发现那双眼睛又变得像以前一样清澈、乌黑、棕黄，这使他颇为满意。于是他坐下来，试图使河鼠打起精神，讲讲刚才发生的事情。
Poor Ratty did his best, by degrees, to explain things; but how could he put into cold words what had mostly been suggestion? How recall, for another’s benefit, the haunting sea voices that had sung to him, how reproduce at second-hand the magic of the Seafarer’s hundred reminiscences? Even to himself, now the spell was broken and the glamour gone, he found it difficult to account for what had seemed, some hours ago, the inevitable and only thing. It is not surprising, then, that he failed to convey to the Mole any clear idea of what he had been through that day.
可怜的河鼠竭力一桩桩一件件作着解释：可是那些多半属暗示性的东西，他用冷冰冰的语言又怎么说得清呢？他怎能对另一个人复述那曾经向他歌唱的迷人的海声，又怎能再现航海鼠的千百种往事的魔力？现在魔法已破，魅力消失了，几小时前那似乎是不可避免的天经地义的事情；连他自己也很难解释了。所以，他没能使鼹鼠明白他那天的经历，就不奇怪了。
To the Mole this much was plain: the fit, or attack, had passed away, and had left him sane again, though shaken and cast down by the reaction. But he seemed to have lost all interest for the time in the things that went to make up his daily life, as well as in all pleasant forecastings of the altered days and doings that the changing season was surely bringing.
对鼹鼠来说，有一点是显而易见的，就是那阵狂热病，尽管使河鼠受到打击，情绪低落，但终究已经过去，他又清醒过来了。一时间，他似乎对日常生活中那些琐事没了兴趣，对季节变换必然带来的变化和活动，也无心去作安排了。
Casually, then, and with seeming indifference, the Mole turned his talk to the harvest that was being gathered in, the towering wagons and their straining teams, the growing ricks, and the large moon rising over bare acres dotted with sheaves. He talked of the reddening apples around, of the browning nuts, of jams and preserves and the distilling of cordials; till by easy stages such as these he reached midwinter, its hearty joys and its snug Home life, and then he became simply lyrical.
后来，鼹鼠像是漫不经心地把话题转到正在收获的庄稼，堆得高高的车子，奋力拉车的马匹，越长越高的草垛，还有那冉冉升起的一轮皓月，照着光地上遍布的一捆捆庄稼。他讲到处处苹果在变红，野果在变黄，讲到制作果酱、蜜渍水果、蒸馏酒类；就这么一样一样，轻轻松松就谈到了隆冬，冬天的热闹欢乐，温暖舒适的屋内生活。这时，他简直变得诗意盎然了。
By degrees the Rat began to sit up and to join in. His dull eye brightened, and he lost some of his listening air.
Presently the tactful Mole slipped away and returned with a pencil and a few half-sheets of paper, which he placed on the table at his friend’s elbow.
渐渐地，河鼠坐了起来，和他交谈了。他呆滞的眼睛又亮了，恹恹的神情消退了。随后，乖觉的鼹鼠悄悄溜开，拿来一支铅笔，几页纸，放在朋友肘旁的桌子上。
‘It’s quite a long time since you did any poetry,’ he remarked. ‘You might have a try at it this evening, instead of—well, brooding over things so much. I’ve an idea that you’ll feel a lot better when you’ve got something jotted down—if it’s only just the rhymes.’
The Rat pushed the paper away from him wearily, but the discreet Mole took occasion to leave the room, and when he peeped in again some time later, the Rat was absorbed and deaf to the world; alternately scribbling and sucking the top of his pencil. It is true that he sucked a good deal more than he scribbled; but it was joy to the Mole to know that the cure had at least begun.
“你好久没作诗了，”鼹鼠说，“今晚你可以写点诗试试，而不必——呃，老是冥思苦想了。我估摸着，你要是写下几行——哪怕只是几个韵脚你就会觉着好过多了。”河鼠倦怠地把纸笔推开，可是细心的鼹鼠找个由头离开了客厅。过了一会，他从门边往里窥看时，只见河鼠已在聚精会神，两耳不闻窗外事。他时而在纸上写字，时而嘬着铅笔头。尽管嘬铅笔头的时间比写字的时间多得多，可鼹鼠还是快慰地看到，他的疗法到底开始奏效。
THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF TOAD
