looking little man, as well as I can remember; but with a spark of
something human in his soul. He had heard of our little journey,
and came to me at once in
envioussympathy. How he longed to
travel! he told me. How he longed to be somewhere else, and see
the round world before he went into the grave! 'Here I am,' said
he. 'I drive to the station. Well. And then I drive back again
to the hotel. And so on every day and all the week round. My God,
is that life?' I could not say I thought it was - for him. He
pressed me to tell him where I had been, and where I hoped to go;
and as he listened, I declare the fellow sighed. Might not this
have been a brave African traveller, or gone to the Indies after
Drake? But it is an evil age for the gypsily inclined among men.
He who can sit squarest on a three-legged stool, he it is who has
the
wealth and glory.
I wonder if my friend is still driving the omnibus for the Grand
Cerf? Not very likely, I believe; for I think he was on the eve of
mutiny when we passed through, and perhaps our passage determined
him for good. Better a thousand times that he should be a tramp,
and mend pots and pans by the
wayside, and sleep under trees, and
see the dawn and the
sunset every day above a new
horizon. I think
I hear you say that it is a
respectable position to drive an
omnibus? Very well. What right has he who likes it not, to keep
those who would like it
dearly out of this
respectable position?
Suppose a dish were not to my taste, and you told me that it was a
favourite
amongst the rest of the company, what should I conclude
from that? Not to finish the dish against my
stomach, I suppose.
Respectability is a very good thing in its way, but it does not
rise superior to all considerations. I would not for a moment
venture to hint that it was a matter of taste; but I think I will
go as far as this: that if a position is admittedly unkind,
uncomfortable, unnecessary, and superfluously
useless, although it
were as
respectable as the Church of England, the sooner a man is
out of it, the better for himself, and all
concerned.
ON THE SAMBRE CANALISED
TO QUARTES
ABOUT three in the afternoon the whole
establishment of the GRAND
CERF accompanied us to the water's edge. The man of the omnibus
was there with
haggard eyes. Poor cage-bird! Do I not remember
the time when I myself
haunted the station, to watch train after
train carry its complement of freemen into the night, and read the
names of distant places on the time-bills with indescribable
longings?
We were not clear of the fortifications before the rain began. The
wind was
contrary, and blew in
furious gusts; nor were the aspects
of nature any more clement than the
doings of the sky. For we
passed through a stretch of blighted country, sparsely covered with
brush, but handsomely enough diversified with factory chimneys. We
landed in a soiled
meadow among some pollards, and there smoked a
pipe in a flaw of fair weather. But the wind blew so hard, we
could get little else to smoke. There were no natural objects in
the neighbourhood, but some
sordid workshops. A group of children
headed by a tall girl stood and watched us from a little distance
all the time we stayed. I
heartily wonder what they thought of us.
At Hautmont, the lock was almost impassable; the landing-place
being steep and high, and the
launch at a long distance. Near a
dozen grimy
workmen lent us a hand. They refused any
reward; and,
what is much better, refused it handsomely, without conveying any
sense of
insult. 'It is a way we have in our countryside,' said
they. And a very becoming way it is. In Scotland, where also you
will get services for nothing, the good people
reject your money as
if you had been
trying to
corrupt a voter. When people take the
trouble to do
dignified acts, it is worth while to take a little
more, and allow the
dignity to be common to all
concerned. But in
our brave Saxon countries, where we plod
threescore years and ten
in the mud, and the wind keeps singing in our ears from birth to
burial, we do our good and bad with a high hand and almost
offensively; and make even our alms a witness-bearing and an act of