第 6 节
作者:你妹找1      更新:2021-04-30 17:15      字数:9322
  in which it thrives。
  The West is preparing to add its fables to those of the East。 The
  valleys of the Ganges; the Nile; and the Shine having yielded
  their crop; it remains to be seen what the valleys of the Amazon;
  the Plate; the Orinoco; the St。 Lawrence; and the Mississippi
  will produce。 Perchance; when; in the course of ages; American
  liberty has become a fiction of the pastas it is to some extent
  a fiction of the presentthe poets of the world will be inspired
  by American mythology。
  The wildest dreams of wild men; even; are not the less true;
  though they may not recommend themselves to the sense which is
  most common among Englishmen and Americans today。 It is not every
  truth that recommends itself to the common sense。 Nature has a
  place for the wild Clematis as well as for the cabbage。 Some
  expressions of truth are reminiscentothers merely SENSIBLE; as
  the phrase is;others prophetic。 Some forms of disease; even;
  may prophesy forms of health。 The geologist has discovered that
  the figures of serpents; griffins; flying dragons; and other
  fanciful embellishments of heraldry; have their prototypes in the
  forms of fossil species which were extinct before man was
  created; and hence 〃indicate a faint and shadowy knowledge of a
  previous state of organic existence。〃 The Hindus dreamed that the
  earth rested on an elephant; and the elephant on a tortoise; and
  the tortoise on a serpent; and though it may be an unimportant
  coincidence; it will not be out of place here to state; that a
  fossil tortoise has lately been discovered in Asia large enough
  to support an elephant。 I confess that I am partial to these wild
  fancies; which transcend the order of time and development。 They
  are the sublimest recreation of the intellect。 The partridge
  loves peas; but not those that go with her into the pot。
  In short; all good things are wild and free。 There is something
  in a strain of music; whether produced by an instrument or by the
  human voicetake the sound of a bugle in a summer night; for
  instancewhich by its wildness; to speak without satire; reminds
  me of the cries emitted by wild beasts in their native forests。
  It is so much of their wildness as I can understand。 Give me for
  my friends and neighbors wild men; not tame ones。 The wildness of
  the savage is but a faint symbol of the awful ferity with which
  good men and lovers meet。
  I love even to see the domestic animals reassert their native
  rightsany evidence that they have not wholly lost their
  original wild habits and vigor; as when my neighbor's cow breaks
  out of her pasture early in the spring and boldly swims the
  river; a cold; gray tide; twenty…five or thirty rods wide;
  swollen by the melted snow。 It is the buffalo crossing the
  Mississippi。 This exploit confers some dignity on the herd in my
  eyesalready dignified。 The seeds of instinct are preserved
  under the thick hides of cattle and horses; like seeds in the
  bowels of the earth; an indefinite period。
  Any sportiveness in cattle is unexpected。 I saw one day a herd of
  a dozen bullocks and cows running about and frisking in unwieldy
  sport; like huge rats; even like kittens。 They shook their heads;
  raised their tails; and rushed up and down a hill; and I
  perceived by their horns; as well as by their activity; their
  relation to the deer tribe。 But; alas! a sudden loud WHOA! would
  have damped their ardor at once; reduced them from venison to
  beef; and stiffened their sides and sinews like the locomotive。
  Who but the Evil One has cried 〃Whoa!〃 to mankind? Indeed; the
  life of cattle; like that of many men; is but a sort of
  locomotiveness; they move a side at a time; and man; by his
  machinery; is meeting the horse and the ox halfway。 Whatever part
  the whip has touched is thenceforth palsied。 Who would ever think
  of a SIDE of any of the supple cat tribe; as we speak of a SIDE
  of beef?
  I rejoice that horses and steers have to be broken before they
  can be made the slaves of men; and that men themselves have some
  wild oats still left to sow before they become submissive members
  of society。 Undoubtedly; all men are not equally fit subjects for
  civilization; and because the majority; like dogs and sheep; are
  tame by inherited disposition; this is no reason why the others
  should have their natures broken that they may be reduced to the
  same level。 Men are in the main alike; but they were made several
  in order that they might be various。 If a low use is to be
  served; one man will do nearly or quite as well as another; if a
  high one; individual excellence is to be regarded。 Any man can
  stop a hole to keep the wind away; but no other man could serve
  so rare a use as the author of this illustration did。 Confucius
  says;〃The skins of the tiger and the leopard; when they are
  tanned; are as the skins of the dog and the sheep tanned。〃 But it
  is not the part of a true culture to tame tigers; any more than
  it is to make sheep ferocious; and tanning their skins for shoes
  is not the best use to which they can be put。
  When looking over a list of men's names in a foreign language; as
  of military officers; or of authors who have written on a
  particular subject; I am reminded once more that there is nothing
  in a name。 The name Menschikoff; for instance; has nothing in it
  to my ears more human than a whisker; and it may belong to a rat。
  As the names of the Poles and Russians are to us; so are ours to
  them。 It is as if they had been named by the child's
  rigmarole;IERY FIERY ICHERY VAN; TITTLE…TOL…TAN。 I see in my
  mind a herd of wild creatures swarming over the earth; and to
  each the herdsman has affixed some barbarous sound in his own
  dialect。 The names of men are; of course; as cheap and
  meaningless as BOSE and TRAY; the names of dogs。
  Methinks it would be some advantage to philosophy if men were
  named merely in the gross; as they are known。 It would be
  necessary only to know the genus and perhaps the race or variety;
  to know the individual。 We are not prepared to believe that every
  private soldier in a Roman army had a name of his ownbecause we
  have not supposed that he had a character of his own。
  At present our only true names are nicknames。 I knew a boy who;
  from his peculiar energy; was called 〃Buster〃 by his playmates;
  and this rightly supplanted his Christian name。 Some travelers
  tell us that an Indian had no name given him at first; but earned
  it; and his name was his fame; and among some tribes he acquired
  a new name with every new exploit。 It is pitiful when a man bears
  a name for convenience merely; who has earned neither name nor
  fame。
  I will not allow mere names to make distinctions for me; but
  still see men in herds for all them。 A familiar name cannot make
  a man less strange to me。 It may be given to a savage who retains
  in secret his own wild title earned in the woods。 We have a wild
  savage in us; and a savage name is perchance somewhere recorded
  as ours。 I see that my neighbor; who bears the familiar epithet
  William or Edwin; takes it off with his jacket。 It does not
  adhere to him when asleep or in anger; or aroused by any passion
  or inspiration。 I seem to hear pronounced by some of his kin at
  such a time his original wild name in some jaw…breaking or else
  melodious tongue。
  Here is this vast; savage; hovering mother of ours; Nature; lying
  all around; with such beauty; and such affection for her
  children; as the leopard; and yet we are so early weaned from her
  breast to society; to that culture which is exclusively an
  interaction of man on mana sort of breeding in and in; which
  produces at most a merely English nobility; a civilization
  destined to have a speedy limit。
  In society; in the best institutions of men; it is easy to detect
  a certain precocity。 When we should still be growing children; we
  are already little men。 Give me a culture which imports much muck
  from the meadows; and deepens the soilnot that which trusts to
  heating manures; and improved implements and modes of culture
  only!
  Many a poor sore…eyed student that I have heard of would grow
  faster; both intellectually and physically; if; instead of
  sitting up so very late; he honestly slumbered a fool's
  allowance。
  There may be an excess even of informing light。 Niepce; a
  Frenchman; discovered 〃actinism;〃 that power in the sun's rays
  which produces a chemical effect; that granite rocks; and stone
  structures; and statues of metal 〃are all alike destructively
  acted upon during the hours of sunshine; and; but for provisions
  of Nature no less wonderful; would soon perish under the delicate
  touch of the most subtle of the agencies of the universe。〃 But he
  observed that 〃those bodies which underwent this change during
  the daylight possessed the power of restoring themselves to their
  original conditions during the hours of night; when this
  excitement was no longer influencing them。〃 Hence it has been
  inferred tha