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lavengro-第16章

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determination will enable him to run with the horse; to swim with 

the fish; and assuredly to compete with the chamois and the goat in 

agility and sureness of foot。  To scale the rock was merely child's 

play for the Edinbro' callants。  It was my own favourite diversion。  

I soon found that the rock contained all manner of strange crypts; 

crannies; and recesses; where owls nestled; and the weasel brought 

forth her young; here and there were small natural platforms; 

overgrown with long grass and various kinds of plants; where the 

climber; if so disposed; could stretch himself; and either give his 

eyes to sleep or his mind to thought; for capital places were these 

same platforms either for repose or meditation。  The boldest 

features of the rock are descried on the northern side; where; 

after shelving down gently from the wall for some distance; it 

terminates abruptly in a precipice; black and horrible; of some 

three hundred feet at least; as if the axe of nature had been here 

employed cutting sheer down; and leaving behind neither excrescence 

nor spur … a dizzy precipice it is; assimilating much to those so 

frequent in the flinty hills of Northern Africa; and exhibiting 

some distant resemblance to that of Gibraltar; towering in its 

horridness above the Neutral Ground。



It was now holiday time; and having nothing particular wherewith to 

occupy myself; I not unfrequently passed the greater part of the 

day upon the rocks。  Once; after scaling the western crags; and 

creeping round a sharp angle of the wall; overhung by a kind of 

watch…tower; I found myself on the northern side。  Still keeping 

close to the wall; I was proceeding onward; for I was bent upon a 

long excursion which should embrace half the circuit of the Castle; 

when suddenly my eye was attracted by the appearance of something 

red; far below me; I stopped short; and; looking fixedly upon it; 

perceived that it was a human being in a kind of red jacket; seated 

on the extreme verge of the precipice which I have already made a 

faint attempt to describe。  Wondering who it could be; I shouted; 

but it took not the slightest notice; remaining as immovable as the 

rock on which it sat。  'I should never have thought of going near 

that edge;' said I to myself; 'however; as you have done it; why 

should not I?  And I should like to know who you are。'  So I 

commenced the descent of the rock; but with great care; for I had 

as yet never been in a situation so dangerous; a slight moisture 

exuded from the palms of my hands; my nerves were tingling; and my 

brain was somewhat dizzy … and now I had arrived within a few yards 

of the figure; and had recognised it:  it was the wild drummer who 

had turned the tide of battle in the bicker on the Castle Brae。  A 

small stone which I dislodged now rolled down the rock; and tumbled 

into the abyss close beside him。  He turned his head; and after 

looking at me for a moment somewhat vacantly; he resumed his former 

attitude。  I drew yet nearer to the horrible edge not close; 

however; for fear was on me。



'What are you thinking of; David?' said I; as I sat behind him and 

trembled; for I repeat that I was afraid。



DAVID HAGGART。  I was thinking of Willie Wallace。



MYSELF。  You had better be thinking of yourself; man。  A strange 

place this to come to and think of William Wallace。



DAVID HAGGART。  Why so?  Is not his tower just beneath our feet?



MYSELF。  You mean the auld ruin by the side of the Nor Loch … the 

ugly stane bulk; from the foot of which flows the spring into the 

dyke where the watercresses grow?



DAVID HAGGART。  Just sae; Geordie。



MYSELF。  And why were ye thinking of him?  The English hanged him 

long since; as I have heard say。



DAVID HAGGART。  I was thinking that I should wish to be like him。



MYSELF。  Do ye mean that ye would wish to be hanged?



DAVID HAGGART。  I wadna flinch from that; Geordie; if I might be a 

great man first。



MYSELF。  And wha kens; Davie; how great you may be; even without 

hanging?  Are ye not in the high road of preferment?  Are ye not a 

bauld drummer already?  Wha kens how high ye may rise? perhaps to 

be general; or drum…major。



DAVID HAGGART。  I hae nae wish to be drum…major; it were nae great 

things to be like the doited carle; Else…than…gude; as they call 

him; and; troth; he has nae his name for naething。  But I should 

have nae objection to be a general; and to fight the French and 

Americans; and win myself a name and a fame like Willie Wallace; 

and do brave deeds; such as I have been reading about in his story 

book。



MYSELF。  Ye are a fule; Davie; the story book is full of lies。  

Wallace; indeed! the wuddie rebel!  I have heard my father say that 

the Duke of Cumberland was worth twenty of Willie Wallace。



DAVID HAGGART。  Ye had better sae naething agin Willie Wallace; 

Geordie; for; if ye do; De'il hae me; if I dinna tumble ye doon the 

craig。



Fine materials in that lad for a hero; you will say。  Yes; indeed; 

for a hero; or for what he afterwards became。  In other times; and 

under other circumstances; he might have made what is generally 

termed a great man; a patriot; or a conqueror。  As it was; the very 

qualities which might then have pushed him on to fortune and renown 

were the cause of his ruin。  The war over; he fell into evil 

courses; for his wild heart and ambitious spirit could not brook 

the sober and quiet pursuits of honest industry。



'Can an Arabian steed submit to be a vile drudge?' I cries the 

fatalist。  Nonsense!  A man is not an irrational creature; but a 

reasoning being; and has something within him beyond mere brutal 

instinct。  The greatest victory which a man can achieve is over 

himself; by which is meant those unruly passions which are not 

convenient to the time and place。  David did not do this; he gave 

the reins to his wild heart; instead of curbing it; and became a 

robber; and; alas! alas! he shed blood … under peculiar 

circumstances; it is true; and without MALICE PREPENSE … and for 

that blood he eventually died; and justly; for it was that of the 

warden of a prison from which he was escaping; and whom he slew 

with one blow of his stalwart arm。



Tamerlane and Haggart!  Haggart and Tamerlane!  Both these men were 

robbers; and of low birth; yet one perished on an ignoble scaffold; 

and the other died emperor of the world。  Is this justice?  The 

ends of the two men were widely dissimilar … yet what is the 

intrinsic difference between them?  Very great indeed; the one 

acted according to his lights and his country; not so the other。  

Tamerlane was a heathen; and acted according to his lights; he was 

a robber where all around were robbers; but he became the avenger 

of God … God's scourge on unjust kings; on the cruel Bajazet; who 

had plucked out his own brothers' eyes; he became to a certain 

extent the purifier of the East; its regenerator; his equal never 

was before; nor has it since been seen。  Here the wild heart was 

profitably employed; the wild strength; the teeming brain。  Onward; 

Lame one!  Onward; Tamur … lank!  Haggart 。 。 。 。



But peace to thee; poor David! why should a mortal worm be sitting 

in judgment over thee?  The Mighty and Just One has already judged 

thee; and perhaps above thou hast received pardon for thy crimes; 

which could not be pardoned here below; and now that thy feverish 

existence has closed; and thy once active form become inanimate 

dust; thy very memory all but forgotten; I will say a few words 

about thee; a few words soon also to be forgotten。  Thou wast the 

most extraordinary robber that ever lived within the belt of 

Britain; Scotland rang with thy exploits; and England; too; north 

of the Humber; strange deeds also didst thou achieve when; fleeing 

from justice; thou didst find thyself in the Sister Isle; busy wast 

thou there in town and on curragh; at fair and race…course; and 

also in the solitary place。  Ireland thought thee her child; for 

who spoke her brogue better than thyself? … she felt proud of thee; 

and said; 'Sure; O'Hanlon is come again。'  What might not have been 

thy fate in the far west in America; whither thou hadst turned 

thine eye; saying; 'I will go there; and become an honest man!'  

But thou wast not to go there; David … the blood which thou hadst 

shed in Scotland was to be required of thee; the avenger was at 

hand; the avenger of blood。  Seized; manacled; brought back to thy 

native land; condemned to die; thou wast left in thy narrow cell; 

and told to make the most of thy time; for it was short:  and 

there; in thy narrow cell; and thy time so short; thou didst put 

the crowning stone to thy strange deeds; by that strange history of 

thyself; penned by thy own hand in the robber tongue。  Thou 

mightest have been better employed; David! … but the ruling passion 

was strong with thee; eve
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