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Green Mansions-Part7_W.H.Hudson(1841-1922)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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and, rising, I began to walk rapidly away, intending to escape

from the wood. The voice continued violently rating me, as it



seemed to my mind, moving with me, which caused me to accelerate

my steps; and very soon I would have broken into a run, when its



character began to change again. There were pauses now,

intervals of silence, long or short, and after each one the voice



came to my ear with a more subdued and dulcet sound--more of that

melting, flute-like quality it had possessed at other times; and



this softness of tone, coupled with the talking-like form of

utterance, gave me the idea of a being no longer incensed,



addressing me now in a peaceable spirit, reasoning away my

unworthy tremors, and imploring me to remain with it in the wood.



Strange as this voice without a body was, and always productive

of a slightlyuncomfortable feeling on account of its mystery, it



seemed impossible to doubt that it came to me now in a spirit of

pure friendliness; and when I had recovered my composure I found



a new delight in listening to it--all the greater because of the

fear so latelyexperienced, and of its seemingintelligence. For



the third time I reseated myself on the same spot, and at

intervals the voice talked to me there for some time and, to my



fancy, expressed satisfaction and pleasure at my presence. But

later, without losing its friendly tone, it changed again. It



seemed to move away and to be thrown back from a considerable

distance; and, at long intervals, it would approach me again with



a new sound, which I began to interpret as of command, or

entreaty. Was it, I asked myself, inviting me to follow? And if



I obeyed, to what delightful discoveries or frightful dangers

might it lead? My curiosity together with the belief that the



being--I called it being, not bird, now--was friendly to me,

overcame all timidity, and I rose and walked at random towards



the interior of the wood. Very soon I had no doubt left that the

being had desired me to follow; for there was now a new note of



gladness in its voice, and it continued near me as I walked, at

intervals approaching me so closely as to set me staring into the



surrounding shadowy places like poor scared Kua-ko.

On this occasion, too, I began to have a new fancy, for fancy or



illusion I was determined to regard it, that some swift-footed

being was treading the ground near me; that I occasionally caught



the faint rustle of a light footstep, and detected a motion in

leaves and fronds and thread-like stems of creepers hanging near



the surface, as if some passing body had touched and made them

tremble; and once or twice that I even had a glimpse of a grey,



misty object moving at no great distance in the deeper shadows.

Led by this wandering tricksy being, I came to a spot where the



trees were very large and the damp dark ground almost free from

undergrowth; and here the voice ceased to be heard. After



patiently waiting and listening for some time, I began to look

about me with a slight feeling of apprehension. It was still



about two hours before sunset; only in this place the shade of

the vast trees made a perpetualtwilight: moreover, it was



strangely silent here, the few bird-cries that reached me coming

from a long distance. I had flattered myself that the voice had



become to some extent intelligible to me: its outburst of anger

caused no doubt by my cowardlyflight after the Indian; then its



recovered friendliness, which had induced me to return; and

finally its desire to be followed. Now that it had led me to



this place of shadow and profound silence and had ceased to speak

and to lead, I could not help thinking that this was my goal,



that I had been brought to this spot with a purpose, that in this

wild and solitaryretreat some tremendous adventure was about to



befall me.

As the silence continued unbroken, there was time to dwell on






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