“嗯，”河鼠回答，“让我想想。松鼠嘛，不坏。兔子嘛，有的还好，不过兔子有好有坏。当然，还有獾。他就住在野林正中央，别处他哪也不愿住，哪怕你花钱请他也不干。亲爱的老獾！没有人打搅他。最好别去打搅他。”河鼠意味深长地加上一句。
‘Why, who SHOULD interfere with him?’ asked the Mole.
“怎么，会有人打搅他吗？”鼹鼠问。
‘Well, of course—there—are others,’ explained the Rat in a hesitating sort of way.‘Weasels—and stoats—and foxes—and so on. They’re all right in a way—I’m very good friends with them—pass the time of day when we meet, and all that—but they break out sometimes, there’s no denying it, and then—well, you can’t really trust them, and that’s the fact.’
“嗯，当然，有的——有另外一些动物，”河鼠吞吞吐吐地说，“黄鼠狼呀——白鼬呀——狐狸呀，等等。他们也并不全坏，我和他们处得还不错，遇上时，一块儿玩玩什么的。可他们有时会成群结队闹事，这一点不必否认。再说，你没法真正信赖他们，这也是事实。”
The Mole knew well that it is quite against animal-etiquette to dwell on possible trouble ahead, or even to allude to it; so he dropped the subject.
鼹鼠知道，老是谈论将来可能发生的麻烦事，哪怕只提一下，都不合乎动物界的礼仪规范，所以，他抛开了这个话题。
‘And beyond the Wild Wood again?’ he asked: ‘Where it’s all blue and dim, and one sees what may be hills or perhaps they mayn’t, and something like the smoke of towns, or is it only cloud-drift?’
“那么，在野林以外远远的地方，又是什么？”他问，“就是那个蓝蓝的、模模糊糊的地方，也许是山，也许不是山，有点像城市里的炊烟，或者只是飘动的浮云？”
‘Beyond the Wild Wood comes the Wide World,’ said the Rat. ‘And that’s something that doesn’t matter, either to you or me. I’ve never been there, and I’m never going, nor you either, if you’ve got any sense at all. Don’t ever refer to it again, please. Now then! Here’s our backwater at last, where we’re going to lunch.’
“在野林外边，就是大世界，”河鼠说。“那地方，跟你我都不相干。那儿我从没去过，也不打算去；你要是头脑清醒，也决不要去。以后请别再提它。好啦，咱们的静水湾到了，该在这儿吃午饭了。”
Leaving the main stream, they now passed into what seemed at first sight like a little land-locked lake. Green turf sloped down to either edge, brown snaky tree-roots gleamed below the surface of the quiet water, while ahead of them the silvery shoulder and foamy tumble of a weir, arm-in-arm with a restless dripping mill-wheel, that held up in its turn a grey-gabled mill-house, filled the air with a soothing murmur of sound, dull and smothery, yet with little clear voices speaking up cheerfully out of it at intervals. It was so very beautiful that the Mole could only hold up both forepaws and gasp, ‘O my! O my! O my!’
他们离开主河道，驶进一处乍看像陆地环抱的小湖的地方。树边，是绿茸茸的青草坡地。蛇一般曲曲弯弯的褐色树根，在幽静的水面下发光。前方，是一座高高隆起的银色拦河坝，坝下泡沫翻滚。相连的是一个不停地滴水的水车轮子，轮子上方，是一间有灰色山墙的磨坊。水车不停地转动，发出单调沉闷的隆隆声，可是磨坊里又不时传出阵阵清脆欢快的小嗓说话声。这情景实在太动人了，鼹鼠不由得举起两只前爪，激动得上气不接下气地喊道：“哎呀！哎呀！哎呀！”
The Rat brought the boat alongside the bank, made her fast, helped the still awkward Mole safely ashore, and swung out the luncheon-basket. The Mole begged as a favour to be allowed to unpack it all by himself; and the Rat was very pleased to indulge him, and to sprawl at full length on the grass and rest, while his excited friend shook out the table-cloth and spread it, took out all the mysterious packets one by one and arranged their contents in due order, still gasping, ‘O my! O my!’ at each fresh revelation. When all was ready, the Rat said, ‘Now, pitch in, old fellow!’ and the Mole was indeed very glad to obey, for he had started his spring-cleaning at a very early hour that morning, as people WILL do, and had not paused for bite or sup; and he had been through a very great deal since that distant time which now seemed so many days ago.
河鼠把船划到岸边，靠稳了，把仍旧笨手笨脚的鼹鼠平安地扶上岸，然后扔出午餐篮子。 鼹鼠央求河鼠准许他独自开篮取出食物。河鼠很乐意依他，自己便伸直全身在草地上休息，听由他兴奋的朋友去摆弄。鼹鼠抖开餐布，铺在地上，一样一样取出篮子里的神秘货色，井井有条地摆好。每次新的发现，都引得他惊叹一声：“哎呀！哎呀！”全都摆设就绪后，河鼠一声令下：“现在，老伙计，开嚼！”鼹鼠非常乐于从命，因为他那天一早就按常规进行春季大扫除，马不停蹄地干，一口没吃没喝，以后又经历了这许多事，仿佛过了好些天。
‘What are you looking at?’ said the Rat presently, when the edge of their hunger was somewhat dulled, and the Mole’s eyes were able to wander off the table-cloth a little.
“你在看什么？”河鼠问。这时，他俩的辘辘饥肠已多少缓解，鼹鼠已经能够把眼光稍稍移开餐布，投向别处了。
‘I am looking,’ said the Mole, ‘at a streak of bubbles that I see travelling along the surface of the water. That is a thing that strikes me as funny.’
“我在看水面上移动着的一串泡沫，”鼹鼠说，“觉得它怪好玩的。”
‘Bubbles? Oho!’ said the Rat, and chirruped cheerily in an inviting sort of way.
“泡沫？啊哈！”河鼠高兴地吱喳一声，像在对谁发出邀请。
A broad glistening muzzle showed itself above the edge of the bank, and the Otter hauled himself out and shook the water from his coat.
岸边的水里，冒出一只宽扁发亮的嘴。水獭钻出水面，抖落掉外衣上的水滴。
‘Greedy beggars!’ he observed, making for the provender. ‘Why didn’t you invite me, Ratty?’
“贪吃的花子们！”他朝食物凑拢去，“鼠兄，怎不邀请我呀？”
‘This was an impromptu affair,’ explained the Rat. ‘By the way—my friend Mr. Mole.’
“这次野餐是临时动议的，”河鼠解释说，“来，介绍一下，这位是我的朋友鼹鼠。”
‘Proud, I’m sure,’ said the Otter, and the two animals were friends forthwith.
“很荣幸，”水獭说，两只动物立刻成了朋友。’
‘Such a rumpus everywhere!’ continued the Otter. ‘All the world seems out on the river to-day. I came up this backwater to try and get a moment’s peace, and then stumble upon you fellows!--At least—I beg pardon—I don’t exactly mean that, you know.’
“到处都闹哄哄的！”水獭接着说。“今儿个仿佛全世界都上河来了。我到这静水湾，原想图个清静，不料又撞上你们二位！至少是——啊，对不起——我不是这个意思，你们知道的。”
There was a rustle behind them, proceeding from a hedge wherein last year’s leaves still clung thick, and a stripy head, with high shoulders behind it, peered forth on them.
他们背后响起了一阵窸窣声，是从树篱那边来的。树篱上，还厚厚地挂着头年的叶子。一个带条纹的脑袋，脑袋下一副高耸的肩膀，从树篱后面探出来，眼瞅着他们。
‘Come on, old Badger!’ shouted the Rat.
“过来呀，老獾！”河鼠喊道。
The Badger trotted forward a pace or two; then grunted, ‘H’m! Company,’ and turned his back and disappeared from view.
老獾向前小跑了一两步，然后咕噜说，“哼！有同伴！”随即掉头跑开了。
‘That’s JUST the sort of fellow he is!’ observed the disappointed Rat. ‘Simply hates Society! Now we shan’t see any more of him to-day. Well, tell us, WHO’S out on the river?’
“他就是这么个人！”满心失望的河鼠议论道，“最讨厌社交生活！今天别想再见到他了。好吧，告诉我们，到河上来的还有谁？”
‘Toad’s out, for one,’ replied the Otter. ‘In his brand-new wager-boat; new togs, new everything!’
“蟾蜍就是一个，”水獭回答。“驾着他那只崭新的赛艇；一身新装，什么都是新的！”
The two animals looked at each other and laughed.
两只动物相视大笑。
‘Once, it was nothing but sailing,’ said the Rat, ‘Then he tired of that and took to punting. Nothing would please him but to punt all day and every day, and a nice mess he made of it. Last year it was house-boating, and we all had to go and stay with him in his house-boat, and pretend we liked it. He was going to spend the rest of his life in a house-boat. It’s all the same, whatever he takes up; he gets tired of it, and starts on something fresh.’
“有一阵子，他一门心思玩帆船，”河鼠说，“过后，帆船玩腻了，就玩起撑船来。对什么都不感兴趣，成天就知道撑船，捅了不少篓子。去年呢，又迷上了宅船①，于是我们都得陪他住他的宅船，还得装做喜欢。说他后半辈子就在宅船里过了。不管迷上什么，结果总是一样，没过多久就腻烦了，又迷上了新的玩意儿。”
①一种带住所可以居住的船。——译注
‘Such a good fellow, too,’ remarked the Otter reflectively: ‘But no stability—especially in a boat!’
“人倒真是个好人，”水獭若有所思地说，“可就是没常性，不稳当——特别是在船上！”
From where they sat they could get a glimpse of the main stream across the island that separated them; and just then a wager-boat flashed into view, the rower—a short, stout figure—splashing badly and rolling a good deal, but working his hardest. The Rat stood up and hailed him, but Toad—for it was he—shook his head and settled sternly to his work.
从他们坐的地方，隔着一个岛子，可以望见大河的主流。就在这时，一只赛艇映入眼帘。划船的——一个矮壮汉子——打桨打得水花四溅，身子在船里来回滚动，可还在使劲划着。河鼠站起来，冲他打招呼，可蟾蜍——就是那个划船的——却摇摇头，专心致志地划他的船。“要是他老这么滚来滚去，不消多会儿，他就会摔出船外的，”河鼠说着，又坐了下来。
‘He’ll be out of the boat in a minute if he rolls like that,’ said the Rat, sitting down again. ‘Of course he will,’ chuckled the Otter. ‘Did I ever tell you that good story about Toad and the lock-keeper? It happened this way. Toad. . . .’
“他肯定会摔出来的，”水獭格格笑着说，“我给你讲过那个有趣的故事吗？就是蟾蜍和那个水闸管理员的故事？蟾蜍他……”
An errant May-fly swerved unsteadily athwart the current in the intoxicated fashion affected by young bloods of May-flies seeing life. A swirl of water and a ‘cloop!’ and the May-fly was visible no more.
一只随波漂流的蜉蝣，满怀着血气方刚的后生对生活的憧憬，正歪歪斜斜地逆水游来。忽见水面卷起一个旋涡，“咕噜”一声，蜉蝣就没影儿了。
Neither was the Otter.
水獭也不见了。
The Mole looked down. The voice was still in his ears, but the turf whereon he had sprawled was clearly vacant. Not an Otter to be seen, as far as the distant horizon.
鼹鼠忙低下头去看。水獭的话音还在耳边，可他扒过的那块草地却空空如也。从脚下一直望到天边，一只水獭也不见。
But again there was a streak of bubbles on the surface of the river.
不过，河面又泛起了一串泡沫。
The Rat hummed a tune, and the Mole recollected that animal-etiquette forbade any sort of comment on the sudden disappearance of one’s friends at any moment, for any reason or no reason whatever.
河鼠哼起了一支小曲儿。鼹鼠想起，按动物界的规矩，要是你的朋友突然离去，不管有理由还是没理由，你都不该随便议论。
‘Well, well,’ said the Rat, ‘I suppose we ought to be moving. I wonder which of us had better pack the luncheon-basket?’ He did not speak as if he was frightfully eager for the treat.
“好啦，好啦，”河鼠说，“我想咱们该走啦。我不知道，咱们两个谁该收拾碗碟？”听口气，仿佛他并不特别乐意享受这个待遇。
‘O, please let me,’ said the Mole. So, of course, the Rat let him.
“哦，让我来吧，”鼹鼠说。当然，河鼠就让他去干了。
Packing the basket was not quite such pleasant work as unpacking’ the basket. It never is. But the Mole was bent on enjoying everything, and although just when he had got the basket packed and strapped up tightly he saw a plate staring up at him from the grass, and when the job had been done again the Rat pointed out a fork which anybody ought to have seen, and last of all, behold! the mustard pot, which he had been sitting on without knowing it—still, somehow, the thing got finished at last, without much loss of temper.
收拾篮子这种活儿，不像打开篮子那样叫人高兴，向来如此。不过鼹鼠天生来对所有的事都感兴趣。他刚把篮子装好系紧，就看见还有一只盘子躺在地上冲他瞪眼。等他重新把盘子装好，河鼠又指出漏掉了一只谁都应该看见的叉子。末末了，瞧，还有那只他坐在屁股底下竟毫无感觉的芥末瓶——尽管一波三折，这项工作总算完成了，鼹鼠倒也没怎么特不耐烦。
The afternoon sun was getting low as the Rat sculled gently homewards in a dreamy mood, murmuring poetry-things over to himself, and not paying much attention to Mole. But the Mole was very full of lunch, and self-satisfaction, and pride, and already quite at Home in a boat (so he thought) and was getting a bit restless besides: and presently he said, ‘Ratty! Please, I want to row, now!’
下午的太阳渐渐西沉，河鼠朝回家的方向梦悠悠地轻荡双桨，一面自顾自低吟着什么诗句，没怎么理会鼹鼠。鼹鼠呢，肚里装满了午餐，心满意足，自认为坐在船上已挺自在自如了，于是有点跃跃欲试起来。他忽然说：“喂，鼠兄，我现在想划划船！”
The Rat shook his head with a smile. ‘Not yet, my young friend,’ he said—‘wait till you’ve had a few lessons. It’s not so easy as it looks.’
河鼠微微一笑，摇摇头说：“现在还不行，我的年轻朋友，等你学几次再划吧。划船并不像看起来那么容易。”
The Mole was quiet for a minute or two. But he began to feel more and more jealous of Rat, sculling so strongly and so easily along, and his pride began to whisper that he could do it every bit as well. He jumped up and seized the sculls, so suddenly, that the Rat, who was gazing out over the water and saying more poetry-things to himself, was taken by surprise and fell backwards off his seat with his legs in the air for the second time, while the triumphant Mole took his place and grabbed the sculls with entire confidence.
有一两分钟，鼹鼠没吭声，可是他越来越眼红起河鼠来。见河鼠一路划着，动作那么有力，又那么轻松，鼹鼠的自尊心开始在他耳边嘀咕，说他也能划得和河鼠一样好。他猛地跳起来，从河鼠手中夺过双桨。河鼠两眼一直呆望着水面，嘴里嘟哝着一些什么小诗，没提防鼹鼠这一着，竟仰面翻下座位，又一次四脚朝天跌倒在船底。得胜的鼹鼠抢占了他的位子，信心十足地握住了双桨。
‘Stop it, you SILLY ass!’ cried the Rat, from the bottom of the boat. ‘You can’t do it! You’ll have us over!’
“住手！你这个蠢驴！”河鼠躺在船底喊道，“你干不了这个！你会把船弄翻的！”
The Mole flung his sculls back with a flourish, and made a great dig at the water. He missed the surface altogether, his legs flew up above his head, and he found himself lying on the top of the prostrate Rat. Greatly alarmed, he made a grab at the side of the boat, and the next moment—Sploosh!
鼹鼠把双桨往后一挥，深深插进水里。桨根本没有划在水面。只见他两脚高高翘起，整个儿跌倒在躺倒的河鼠身上。他惊慌失措，忙去抓船舷，刹那间——扑通！
Over went the boat, and he found himself struggling in the river.
船儿兜底翻了过来，鼹鼠在河里扑腾着挣扎。
O my, how cold the water was, and O, how VERY wet it felt. How it sang in his ears as he went down, down, down! How bright and welcome the sun looked as he rose to the surface coughing and spluttering! How black was his despair when he felt himself sinking again! Then a firm paw gripped him by the back of his neck. It was the Rat, and he was evidently laughing—the Mole could FEEL him laughing, right down his arm and through his paw, and so into his—the Mole’s—neck.
哎呀，水好冷呀，浑身都湿透啦！他往下沉，沉，沉，水在他耳朵轰轰直响。一会儿，他冒到水面上，又咳又呛，吱哇乱叫。太阳显得多可爱呀！一会儿，他又沉了下去，深深地陷入绝望。这时，一只强有力的爪子抓住了他的后脖颈。那是河鼠。河鼠分明是在大笑——鼹鼠能感觉到这一点。他的笑，从胳臂传下来，经过爪子，一直传到鼹鼠的脖子。
The Rat got hold of a scull and shoved it under the Mole’s arm; then he did the same by the other side of him and, swimming behind, propelled the helpless animal to shore, hauled him out, and set him down on the bank, a squashy, pulpy lump of misery.
河鼠抓过一只桨，塞在鼹鼠腋下，又把另一只桨塞在他另一腋下。然后，他在后面游泳，将那个可怜巴巴的动物推到岸边，拽出水来，安顿在岸上，成了湿漉漉、软瘫瘫、惨兮兮的一堆。
When the Rat had rubbed him down a bit, and wrung some of the wet out of him, he said, ‘Now, then, old fellow! Trot up and down the towing-path as hard as you can, till you’re warm and dry again, while I dive for the luncheon-basket.’
河鼠把鼹鼠的身子搓揉了一阵，拧去湿衣裳上的水，然后说：“现在，老伙计！顺着绎道使劲来回跑，跑到身上暖过来，衣裳干了为止。我潜下水去捞午餐篮子。”
So the dismal Mole, wet without and ashamed within, trotted about till he was fairly dry, while the Rat plunged into the water again, recovered the boat, righted her and made her fast, fetched his floating property to shore by degrees, and finally dived successfully for the luncheon-basket and struggled to land with it.
惊魂未定的鼹鼠，外面浑身湿透，内心羞愧难当，在河边来回跑步，直跑到身上干得差不多了。同时，河鼠又一次窜进水中，抓回小船，把它翻正，系牢；又把散落水面的什物一件件寻上岸来，最后，他潜入水底，捞到了午餐篮子，奋力将它带到岸上。
When all was ready for a start once more, the Mole, limp and dejected, took his seat in the stern of the boat; and as they set off, he said in a low voice, broken with emotion, ‘Ratty, my generous friend! I am very sorry indeed for my foolish and ungrateful conduct. My heart quite fails me when I think how I might have lost that beautiful luncheon-basket. Indeed, I have been a complete ass, and I know it. Will you overlook it this once and forgive me, and let things go on as before?’
等一切都安排停当，又要启航时，鼹鼠一瘸一拐、垂头丧气地坐到了船尾的座位上。开船时，他情绪激动，断断续续地低声说：“鼠兄，我宽宏大量的朋友！我太愚蠢，太不知好歹了！实在是对你不起。想到我险些儿把那只美丽的午餐篮子弄丢了，心情就特别沉重。说真格的，我是一只十足的蠢驴，我心里明白。你能不能不计前嫌，原谅我这一遭，对我还跟过去一样？”
‘That’s all right, bless you!’ responded the Rat cheerily. ‘What’s a little wet to a Water Rat? I’m more in the water than out of it most days. Don’t you think any more about it; and, look here! I really think you had better come and stop with me for a little time. It’s very plain and rough, you know—not like Toad’s house at all—but you haven’t seen that yet; still, I can make you comfortable. And I’ll teach you to row, and to swim, and you’ll soon be as handy on the water as any of us.’
“这没什么，祝福你！”河鼠轻松地答道，“一只河鼠嘛，弄湿点儿算什么？多数日子，我呆在水里的时间比呆在岸上还长哩。你就别再惦着了。这么着吧，我真的希望，你来跟我一道住些时候。我的家很普通，很简陋，根本没法和蟾蜍的家相比。可你还没来我家看过哩。你来了，我会让你过得舒舒服服的。而且，我还能教你学会划船，游泳，你很快就能像我们一样，在水上自由自在了。”
The Mole was so touched by his kind manner of speaking that he could find no voice to answer him; and he had to brush away a tear or two with the back of his paw. But the Rat kindly looked in another direction, and presently the Mole’s spirits revived again, and he was even able to give some straight back-talk to a couple of moorhens who were sniggering to each other about his bedraggled appearance.
这番亲切体贴的话，感动得鼹鼠说不出话来，只用爪子背儿抹去一两滴眼泪。可是善解人意的河鼠把眼光移向了别处。不一会儿，鼹鼠的情绪缓过来了。当两只松鸡互相唧喳嘲笑他那副狼狈相时，他竟能和他们顶起嘴来。
When they got Home, the Rat made a bright fire in the parlour, and planted the Mole in an arm-chair in front of it, having fetched down a dressing-gown and slippers for him, and told him river stories till supper-time. Very thrilling stories they were, too, to an earth-dwelling animal like Mole. Stories about weirs, and sudden floods, and leaping pike, and steamers that flung hard bottles—at least bottles were certainly flung, and FROM steamers, so presumably BY them; and about herons, and how particular they were whom they spoke to; and about adventures down drains, and night-Fishings with Otter, or excursions far a-field with Badger. Supper was a most cheerful meal; but very shortly afterwards a terribly sleepy Mole had to be escorted upstairs by his considerate host, to the best bedroom, where he soon laid his head on his pillow in great peace and contentment, knowing that his new-found friend the River was lapping the sill of his window.
