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作者:竹水冷      更新:2022-07-12 16:20      字数:9320
  the other side of the lake; as a glacier of the second order; which
  ends in an ice…cliff hanging high up on the mountain side; and kept
  from further progress by daily melting。  If you have ever gone up
  the Mer de Glace to the Tacul; you saw a magnificent specimen of
  this sort on your right hand; just opposite the Tacul; in the
  Glacier de Trelaporte; which comes down from the Aiguille de
  Charmoz。
  This explains our pebble…ridge。  The stones which the glacier
  rubbed off the cliff beneath it it carried forward; slowly but
  surely; till they saw the light again in the face of the ice…cliff;
  and dropped out of it under the melting of the summer sun; to form
  a huge dam across the ravine; till; the 〃Ice age〃 past; a more
  genial climate succeeded; and neve and glacier melted away:  but
  the 〃moraine〃 of stones did not; and remains to this day; as the
  dam which keeps up the waters of the lake。
  There is my explanation。  If you can find a better; do:  but
  remember always that it must include an answer to … 〃How did the
  stones get across the lake?〃
  Now; reader; we have had no abstruse science here; no long words;
  not even a microscope or a book:  and yet we; as two plain
  sportsmen; have gone back; or been led back by fact and common
  sense; into the most awful and sublime depths; into an epos of the
  destruction and re…creation of a former world。
  This is but a single instance; I might give hundreds。  This one;
  nevertheless; may have some effect in awakening you to the
  boundless world of wonders which is all around you; and make you
  ask yourself seriously; 〃What branch of Natural History shall I
  begin to investigate; if it be but for a few weeks; this summer?〃
  To which I answer; Try 〃the Wonders of the Shore。〃  There are along
  every sea…beach more strange things to be seen; and those to be
  seen easily; than in any other field of observation which you will
  find in these islands。  And on the shore only will you have the
  enjoyment of finding new species; of adding your mite to the
  treasures of science。
  For not only the English ferns; but the natural history of all our
  land species; are now well…nigh exhausted。  Our home botanists and
  ornithologists are spending their time now; perforce; in verifying
  a few obscure species; and bemoaning themselves; like Alexander;
  that there are no more worlds left to conquer。  For the geologist;
  indeed; and the entomologist; especially in the remoter districts;
  much remains to be done; but only at a heavy outlay of time;
  labour; and study; and the dilettante (and it is for dilettanti;
  like myself; that I principally write) must be content to tread in
  the tracks of greater men who have preceded him; and accept at
  second or third hand their foregone conclusions。
  But this is most unsatisfactory; for in giving up discovery; one
  gives up one of the highest enjoyments of Natural History。  There
  is a mysterious delight in the discovery of a new species; akin to
  that of seeing for the first time; in their native haunts; plants
  or animals of which one has till then only read。  Some; surely; who
  read these pages have experienced that latter delight; and; though
  they might find it hard to define whence the pleasure arose; know
  well that it was a solid pleasure; the memory of which they would
  not give up for hard cash。  Some; surely; can recollect; at their
  first sight of the Alpine Soldanella; the Rhododendron; or the
  black Orchis; growing upon the edge of the eternal snow; a thrill
  of emotion not unmixed with awe; a sense that they were; as it
  were; brought face to face with the creatures of another world;
  that Nature was independent of them; not merely they of her; that
  trees were not merely made to build their houses; or herbs to feed
  their cattle; as they looked on those wild gardens amid the wreaths
  of the untrodden snow; which had lifted their gay flowers to the
  sun year after year since the foundation of the world; taking no
  heed of man; and all the coil which he keeps in the valleys far
  below。
  And even; to take a simpler instance; there are those who will
  excuse; or even approve of; a writer for saying that; among the
  memories of a month's eventful tour; those which stand out as
  beacon…points; those round which all the others group themselves;
  are the first wolf…track by the road…side in the Kyllwald; the
  first sight of the blue and green Roller…birds; walking behind the
  plough like rooks in the tobacco…fields of Wittlich; the first ball
  of Olivine scraped out of the volcanic slag…heaps of the Dreisser…
  Weiher; the first pair of the Lesser Bustard flushed upon the downs
  of the Mosel…kopf; the first sight of the cloud of white Ephemerae;
  fluttering in the dusk like a summer snowstorm between us and the
  black cliffs of the Rheinstein; while the broad Rhine beneath
  flashed blood…red in the blaze of the lightning and the fires of
  the Mausenthurm … a lurid Acheron above which seemed to hover ten
  thousand unburied ghosts; and last; but not least; on the lip of
  the vast Mosel…kopf crater … just above the point where the weight
  of the fiery lake has burst the side of the great slag…cup; and
  rushed forth between two cliffs of clink…stone across the downs; in
  a clanging stream of fire; damming up rivulets; and blasting its
  path through forests; far away toward the valley of the Moselle …
  the sight of an object for which was forgotten for the moment that
  battle…field of the Titans at our feet; and the glorious panorama;
  Hundsruck and Taunus; Siebengebirge and Ardennes; and all the
  crater peaks around; and which was … smile not; reader … our first
  yellow foxglove。
  But what is even this to the delight of finding a new species? … of
  rescuing (as it seems to you) one more thought of the Divine mind
  from Hela; and the realms of the unknown; unclassified;
  uncomprehended?  As it seems to you:  though in reality it only
  seems so; in a world wherein not a sparrow falls to the ground
  unnoticed by our Father who is in heaven。
  The truth is; the pleasure of finding new species is too great; it
  is morally dangerous; for it brings with it the temptation to look
  on the thing found as your own possession; all but your own
  creation; to pride yourself on it; as if God had not known it for
  ages since; even to squabble jealously for the right of having it
  named after you; and of being recorded in the Transactions of I…
  know…not…what Society as its first discoverer:… as if all the
  angels in heaven had not been admiring it; long before you were
  born or thought of。
  But to be forewarned is to be forearmed; and I seriously counsel
  you to try if you cannot find something new this summer along the
  coast to which you are going。  There is no reason why you should
  not be so successful as a friend of mine who; with a very slight
  smattering of science; and very desultory research; obtained in one
  winter from the Torbay shores three entirely new species; beside
  several rare animals which had escaped all naturalists since the
  lynx…eye of Colonel Montagu discerned them forty years ago。
  And do not despise the creatures because they are minute。  No doubt
  we should most of us prefer discovering monstrous apes in the
  tropical forests of Borneo; or stumbling upon herds of gigantic
  Ammon sheep amid the rhododendron thickets of the Himalaya:  but it
  cannot be; and 〃he is a fool;〃 says old Hesiod; 〃who knows not how
  much better half is than the whole。〃  Let us be content with what
  is within our reach。  And doubt not that in these tiny creatures
  are mysteries more than we shall ever fathom。
  The zoophytes and microscopic animalcules which people every shore
  and every drop of water; have been now raised to a rank in the
  human mind more important; perhaps; than even those gigantic
  monsters whose models fill the lake at the Crystal Palace。  The
  research which has been bestowed; for the last century; upon these
  once unnoticed atomies has well repaid itself; for from no branch
  of physical science has more been learnt of the SCIENTIA
  SCIENTIARUM; the priceless art of learning; no branch of science
  has more utterly confounded a wisdom of the wise; shattered to
  pieces systems and theories; and the idolatry of arbitrary names;
  and taught man to be silent while his Maker speaks; than this
  apparent pedantry of zoophytology; in which our old distinctions of
  〃animal;〃 〃vegetable;〃 and 〃mineral〃 are trembling in the balance;
  seemingly ready to vanish like their fellows … 〃the four elements〃
  of fire; earth; air; and water。  No branch of science has helped so
  much to sweep away that sensuous idolatry of mere size; which
  tempts man to admire and respect objects in proportion to the
  number of feet or inches which they occupy in space。  No branch of
  science; moreover; has been more humbling to the boasted rapidity