第9部分(第4/6 页)

　with　the　hag—why；　wherever　he　is；　and　whether　he　walks　fast　or　slow；　the　chances　are　that　he　will　not　be　happy。　And　so　much　the　more　shame　to　himself！　There　are　perhaps　thirty　men　setting　forth　at　that　same　hour；　and　I　would　lay　a　large　wager　there　is　not　another　dull　face　among　the　thirty。　It　would　be　a　fine　thing　to　follow；　in　a　coat　of　darkness；　one　after　another　of　these　wayfarers；　some　summer　morning；　for　the　first　few　miles　upon　the　road。　This　one；　who　walks　fast；　with　a　keen　look　in　his　eyes；　is　all　concentrated　in　his　own　mind；　he　is　up　at　his　loom；　weaving　and　weaving；　to　set　the　landscape　to　words。　This　one　peers　about；　as　he　goes；　among　the　grasses；　he　waits　by　the　canal　to　watch　the　dragonflies；　he　leans　on　the　gate　of　the　pasture；　and　cannot　look　enough　upon　the　placent　kine。　And　here　es　another；　talking；　laughing；　and　gesticulating　to　himself。　His　face　changes　from　time　to　time；　as　indignation　flashes　from　his　eyes　or　anger　clouds　his　forehead。　He　is　posing　articles；　delivering　orations；　and　conducting　the　most　impassioned　interviews；　by　the　way。　A　little　farther　on；　and　it　is　as　like　as　not　he　will　begin　to　sing。　And　well　for　him；　supposing　him　to　be　no　great　master　in　that　art；　if　he　stumbles　across　no　stolid　peasant　at　a　corner；　for　on　such　an　occasion；　I　scarcely　know　which　is　the　more　troubled；　or　whether　it　is　worse　to　suffer　the　confusion　of　your　troubadour6；　or　the　unfeigned　alarm　of　your　clown。　A　sedentary　population；　accustomed；　besides；　to　the　strange　mechanical　bearing　of　the　mon　tramp；　can　in　no　wise　explain　to　itself　the　gaiety　of　these　passers…by。　I　knew　one　man　who　was　arrested　as　a　runaway　lunatic；　because　although　a　full…grown　person　with　a　red　beard；　he　skipped　as　he　went　like　a　child。　And　you　would　be　astonished　if　I　were　to　tell　you　a