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Green Mansions-Part19_W.H.Hudson(1841-1922)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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only hope to reach Nuflo's lodge, wet or dry, before night closed



round me in the forest.

For some moments I stood still on the ridge, struck by the



somewhat weird aspect of the shadowed scene before me--the long

strip of dull uniform green, with here and there a slender palm



lifting its feathery crown above the other trees, standing

motionless, in strange relief against the advancing blackness.



Then I set out once more at a run, takingadvantage of the

downward slope to get well on my way before the tempest should



burst. As I approached the wood, there came a flash of

lightning, pale, but covering the whole visible sky, followed



after a long interval by a distant roll of thunder, which lasted

several seconds and ended with a succession of deep throbs. It



was as if Nature herself, in supremeanguish and abandonment, had

cast herself prone on the earth, and her great heart had throbbed



audibly, shaking the world with its beats. No more thunder

followed, but the rain was coming down heavily now in huge drops



that fell straight through the gloomy, windless air. In half a

minute I was drenched to the skin; but for a short time the rain



seemed an advantage, as the brightness of the falling water

lessened the gloom, turning the air from dark to lighter grey.



This subdued rain-light did not last long: I had not been twenty

minutes in the wood before a second and greater darkness fell on



the earth, accompanied by an even more copious downpour of water.

The sun had evidently gone down, and the whole sky was now



covered with one thick cloud. Becoming more nervous as the gloom

increased, I bent my steps more to the south, so as to keep near



the border and more open part of the wood. Probably I had

already grown confused before deviating and turned the wrong way,



for instead of finding the forest easier, it grew closer and more

difficult as I advanced. Before many minutes the darkness so



increased that I could no longer distinguish objects more than

five feet from my eyes. Groping blindly along, I became



entangled in a dense undergrowth, and after struggling and

stumbling along for some distance in vain endeavours to get



through it, I came to a stand at last in sheer despair. All

sense of direction was now lost: I was entombed in thick



blackness--blackness of night and cloud and rain and of dripping

foliage and network of branches bound with bush ropes and



creepers in a wild tangle. I had struggled into a hollow, or

hole, as it were, in the midst of that mass of vegetation, where



I could stand upright and turn round and round without touching

anything; but when I put out my hands they came into contact with



vines and bushes. To move from that spot seemed folly; yet how

dreadful to remain there standing on the sodden earth, chilled



with rain, in that awful blackness in which the only luminous

thing one could look to see would be the eyes, shining with their



own internal light, of some savage beast of prey! Yet the

danger, the intensephysicaldiscomfort, and the anguish of



looking forward to a whole night spent in that situation stung my

heart less than the thought of Rima's anxiety and of the pain I



had carelessly given by secretly leaving her.

It was then, with that pang in my heart, that I was startled by



hearing, close by, one of her own low, warbled expressions.

There could be no mistake; if the forest had been full of the



sounds of animal life and songs of melodious birds, her voice

would have been instantlydistinguished from all others. How



mysterious, how infinitely tender it sounded in that awful

blackness!--so musical and exquisitely modulated, so sorrowful,



yet piercing my heart with a sudden, unutterable joy.

"Rime! Rima!" I cried. "Speak again. Is it you? Come to me



here."

Again that low, warbling sound, or series of sounds, seemingly



from a distance of a few yards. I was not disturbed at her not

replying in Spanish: she had always spoken it somewhat



reluctantly, and only when at my side; but when calling to me

from some distance she would return instinctively to her own






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