第9部分(第2/6 頁)

turesque；　but　of　certain　jolly　humors　of　the　hope　and　spirit　with　which　the　march　begins　at　morning；　and　the　peace　and　spiritual　repletion　of　the　evening’s　rest。　He　cannot　tell　whether　he　puts　his　knapsack　on；　or　takes　it　off；　with　more　delight。　The　excitement　of　the　departure3　puts　him　in　key　for　that　of　the　arrival。　Whatever　he　does　is　not　only　a　reward　in　itself；　but　will　be　further　rewarded　in　the　sequel；　and　so　pleasure　leads　on　to　pleasure　in　an　endless　chain。　It　is　this　that　so　few　can　understand；　they　will　either　be　always　lounging　or　always　at　five　miles　an　hour；　they　do　not　play　off　the　one　against　the　other；　prepare　allay　for　the　evening；　and　all　evening　for　the　next　day。　And；　above　all；　it　is　here　that　your　overwalker　fails　of　prehension。　His　heart　rises　against　those　who　drink　their　curacaos　in　liqueur　glasses；　when　he　himself　can　swill　it　in　a　brown　John。　He　will　not　believe　that　the　flavour　is　more　delicate　in　the　smaller　dose。　He　will　not　believe　that　to　walk　this　unconscionable　distance　is　merely　to　stupefy　and　brutalize　himself；　and　e　to　his　inn；　at　night；　with　a　sort　of　frost　on　his　five　wits4；　and　a　starless　night　of　darkness　in　his　spirit。　Not　for　him　the　mild　luminous　evening　of　the　temperate　walker！　He　has　nothing　left　of　man　but　a　physical　need　for　bed…time　and　a　double　nightcap；　and　even　his　pipe；　if　he　be　a　smoker；　will　be　savorless　and　disenchanted。　It　is　the　fate　of　such　an　one　to　take　twice　as　much　trouble　as　is　needed　to　obtain　happiness；　and　miss　the　happiness　in　the　end；　he　is　the　man　of　the　proverb；　in　short；　who　goes　farther　and　fares　worse。

Now；　to　be　properly　enjoyed；　a　walking　tour　should　beg　one　upon　alone。　If　you　go　in　a　pany；　or　even　in　pairs；　it　is　no　longer　a　walking　tour　in　anything　but　name；　it　is　something　else　and　mor