第9部分(第3/6 頁)

e　in　the　nature　of　a　picnic。　A　walking　tour　should　be　gone　upon　alone；　because　freedom　is　of　the　essence；　because　you　should　be　able　to　stop　and　go　on；　and　follow　this　way　or　that；　as　the　freak　takes　you；　and　because　you　must　have　your　own　pace；　and　neither　trot　alongside　a　champion　walker；　nor　mince　in　time　with　a　girl。　And　then　you　must　be　open　to　all　impressions　and　let　your　thoughts　take　colour　from　what　you　see。　You　should　be　as　a　pipe　for　any　wind　to　play　upon。　“I　cannot　see　the　wit；”　says　Hazlitt；　“of　walking　and　talking　at　the　same　time。　When　I　am　in　the　country　I　wish　to　vegetate　like　the　country；”　which　is　the　gist　of　all　that　can　be　said　upon　the　matter。　There　should　be　no　cackle　of　voices　at　your　elbow；　to　jar　on　the　meditative　silence　of　the　morning。　And　so　long　as　a　man　is　reasoning　he　cannot　surrender　himself　to　that　fine　intoxication5　that　es　of　much　motion　in　the　open　air；　that　begins　in　a　sort　of　dazzle　and　sluggishness　of　the　brain；　and　ends　in　a　peace　that　passes　prehension。

徒步旅行（3）

During　the　first　day　or　so　of　any　tour　there　are　moments　of　bitterness；　when　the　traveler　feels　more　than　coldly　towards　his　knapsack；　when　he　is　half　in　a　mind　to　throw　it　bodily　over　the　hedge　and；　like　Christian　on　a　similar　occasion；　“give　three　leaps　and　go　on　singing”。　And　yet　it　soon　acquires　a　property　of　easiness。　It　bees　magnetic；　the　spirit　of　the　journey　enters　into　it。　And　no　sooner　have　you　passed　the　straps　over　your　shoulder　than　the　lees　of　sleep　are　cleared　from　you；　you　pull　yourself　together　with　a　shake；　and　fall　at　once　into　your　stride。　And　surely；　of　all　possible　moods；　this；　in　which　a　man　takes　the　road；　is　the　best。　Of　course；　if　he　will　keep　thinking　of　his　anxieties；　if　he　will　open　the　merchant　Abudah’s　chest　and　walk　arm…in…arm