第 27 节
作者:美丽心点      更新:2022-08-21 16:40      字数:9321
  enigmatical; with something mournful too in the pose; like that
  statue of Giuliano (I think) de' Medici shading his face on the
  tomb by Michael Angelo; though; of course; he was far; far from
  being beautiful。  He began by trying to make me talk nonsense。
  But I had been warned of that fiendish trait; and contradicted
  him with great assurance。 After a while he left off。  So far
  good。  But his immobility; the thick elbow on the table; the
  abrupt; unhappy voice; the shaded and averted face grew more and
  more impressive。  He kept inscrutably silent for a moment; and
  then; placing me in a ship of a certain size; at sea; under
  certain conditions of weather; season; locality; &c。 &c。all
  very clear and preciseordered me to execute a certain
  manoeuvre。  Before I was half through with it he did some
  material damage to the ship。  Directly I had grappled with the
  difficulty he caused another to present itself; and when that too
  was met he stuck another ship before me; creating a very
  dangerous situation。  I felt slightly outraged by this ingenuity
  in piling up trouble upon a man。
  〃I wouldn't have got into that mess;〃 I suggested mildly。  〃I
  could have seen that ship before。〃
  He never stirred the least bit。
  〃No; you couldn't。  The weather's thick。〃
  〃Oh!  I didn't know;〃 I apologised blankly。
  I suppose that after all I managed to stave off the smash with
  sufficient approach to verisimilitude; and the ghastly business
  went on。  You must understand that the scheme of the test he was
  applying to me was; I gathered; a homeward passagethe sort of
  passage I would not wish to my bitterest enemy。  That imaginary
  ship seemed to labour under a most comprehensive curse。  It's no
  use enlarging on these never…ending misfortunes; suffice it to
  say that long before the end I would have welcomed with gratitude
  an opportunity to exchange into the 〃Flying Dutchman。〃  Finally
  he shoved me into the North Sea (I suppose) and provided me with
  a lee…shore with outlying sandbanksthe Dutch coast presumably。
  Distance; eight miles。  The evidence of such implacable animosity
  deprived me of speech for quite half a minute。
  〃Well;〃 he saidfor our pace had been very smart indeed till
  then。
  〃I will have to think a little; sir。〃
  〃Doesn't look as if there were much time to think;〃 he muttered
  sardonically from under his hand。
  〃No; sir;〃 I said with some warmth。  〃Not on board a ship I could
  see。  But so many accidents have happened that I really can't
  remember what there's left for me to work with。〃
  Still half averted; and with his eyes concealed; he made
  unexpectedly a grunting remark。
  〃You've done very well。〃
  〃Have I the two anchors at the bow; sir?〃 I asked。
  〃Yes。〃
  I prepared myself then; as a last hope for the ship; to let them
  both go in the most effectual manner; when his infernal system of
  testing resourcefulness came into play again。
  〃But there's only one cable。  You've lost the other。〃
  It was exasperating。
  〃Then I would back them; if I could; and tail the heaviest hawser
  on board on the end of the chain before letting go; and if she
  parted from that; which is quite likely; I would just do nothing。
  She would have to go。〃
  〃Nothing more to do; eh?〃
  〃No; sir。  I could do no more。〃
  He gave a bitter half…laugh。
  〃You could always say your prayers。〃
  He got up; stretched himself; and yawned slightly。  It was a
  sallow; strong; unamiable face。  He put me in a surly; bored
  fashion through the usual questions as to lights and signals; and
  I escaped from the room thankfullypassed!  Forty minutes!  And
  again I walked on air along Tower Hill; where so many good men
  had lost their heads; because; I suppose; they were not
  resourceful enough to save them。  And in my heart of hearts I had
  no objection to meeting that examiner once more when the third
  and last ordeal became due in another year or so。  I even hoped I
  should。  I knew the worst of him now; and forty minutes is not an
  unreasonable time。  Yes; I distinctly hoped。 。 。
  But not a bit of it。  When I presented myself to be examined for
  Master the examiner who received me was short; plump; with a
  round; soft face in grey; fluffy whiskers; and fresh; loquacious
  lips。
  He commenced operations with an easy…going 〃Let's see。  H'm。
  Suppose you tell me all you know of charter…parties。〃  He kept it
  up in that style all through; wandering off in the shape of
  comment into bits out of his own life; then pulling himself up
  short and returning to the business in hand。 It was very
  interesting。  〃What's your idea of a jury…rudder now?〃 he queried
  suddenly; at the end of an instructive anecdote bearing upon a
  point of stowage。
  I warned him that I had no experience of a lost rudder at sea;
  and gave him two classical examples of makeshifts out of a text…
  book。  In exchange he described to me a jury…rudder he had
  invented himself years before; when in command of a 3000…ton
  steamer。  It was; I declare; the cleverest contrivance
  imaginable。  〃May be of use to you some day;〃 he concluded。  〃You
  will go into steam presently。  Everybody goes into steam。〃
  There he was wrong。  I never went into steamnot really。  If I
  only live long enough I shall become a bizarre relic of a dead
  barbarism; a sort of monstrous antiquity; the only seaman of the
  dark ages who had never gone into steamnot really。
  Before the examination was over he imparted to me a few
  interesting details of the transport service in the time of the
  Crimean War。
  〃The use of wire rigging became general about that time too;〃 he
  observed。 〃I was a very young master then。  That was before you
  were born。〃
  〃Yes; sir。  I am of the year 1857。〃
  〃The Mutiny year;〃 he commented; as if to himself; adding in a
  louder tone that his ship happened then to be in the Gulf of
  Bengal; employed under a Government charter。
  Clearly the transport service had been the making of this
  examiner; who so unexpectedly had given me an insight into his
  existence; awakening in me the sense of the continuity of that
  sea…life into which I had stepped from outside; giving a touch of
  human intimacy to the machinery of official relations。  I felt
  adopted。  His experience was for me; too; as though he had been
  an ancestor。
  Writing my long name (it has twelve letters) with laborious care
  on the slip of blue paper; he remarked:
  〃You are of Polish extraction。〃
  〃Born there; sir。〃
  He laid down the pen and leaned back to look at me as it were for
  the first time。
  〃Not many of your nationality in our service; I should think。  I
  never remember meeting one either before or after I left the sea。
  Don't remember ever hearing of one。  An inland people; aren't
  you?〃
  I said yesvery much so。  We were remote from the sea not only
  by situation; but also from a complete absence of indirect
  association; not being a commercial nation at all; but purely
  agricultural。  He made then the quaint reflection that it was 〃a
  long way for me to come out to begin a sea…life〃; as if sea…life
  were not precisely a life in which one goes a long way from home。
  I told him; smiling; that no doubt I could have found a ship much
  nearer my native place; but I had thought to myself that if I was
  to be a seaman then I would be a British seaman and no other。  It
  was a matter of deliberate choice。
  He nodded slightly at that; and as he kept on looking at me
  interrogatively; I enlarged a little; confessing that I had spent
  a little time on the way in the Mediterranean and in the West
  Indies。  I did not want to present myself to the British Merchant
  Service in an altogether green state。  It was no use telling him
  that my mysterious vocation was so strong that my very wild oats
  had to be sown at sea。  It was the exact truth; but he would not
  have understood the somewhat exceptional psychology of my sea…
  going; I fear。
  〃I suppose you've never come across one of your countrymen at
  sea。  Have you now?〃
  I admitted I never had。  The examiner had given himself up to the
  spirit of gossiping idleness。  For myself; I was in no haste to
  leave that room。  Not in the least。  The