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《黎明踏浪号》第5章:风暴和余波  

IT was nearly three weeks after their landing that the Dawn Treader was towed out of Narrowhaven harbour. Very solemn farewells had been spoken and a great crowd had assembled to see her departure. There had been cheers
and tears too
when Caspian made his last speech to the Lone Islanders and parted from the Duke and his family
but as the ship
her purple sail still flapping idly
drew further from the shore
and the sound of Caspian's trumpet from the poop came fainter across the water
everyone became silent. Then she came into the wind. The sail swelled out
the tug cast off and began rowing back
the first real wave ran up under the Dawn Treader's prow
and she was a live ship again. The men off duty went below
Drinian took the first watch on the poop
and she turned her head easard round the south of Avra.
The next few days were delightful. Lucy thought she was the most fortunate girl in the world; as she woke each morning to see the reflections of the sunlit water dancing on the ceiling of her cabin and looked round on all the nice new things she had got in the Lone Islands - seaboots and buskins and cloaks and jerkins and scarves. And then she would go on deck and take a look from the forecastle at a sea which was a brighter blue each morning and drink in an air that was a little warmer day by day. After that came breakfast and such an appetite as one only has at sea.
She spent a good deal of time sitting on the little bench in the stern playing chess with Reepicheep. It was amusing to see him lifting the pieces
which were far too big for him
with both paws and standing on tiptoes if he made a move near the centre of the board. He was a good player and when he remembered what he was doing he usually won. But every now and then Lucy won because the Mouse did something quite ridiculous like sending a knight into the danger of a queen and castle bined. This happened because he had momentarily fotten it was a game of chess and was thinking of a real battle and making the knight do what he would certainly have done in its place. For his mind was full of forlorn hopes
death-or-glory charges
and last stands.
But this pleasant time did not last. There came an evening when Lucy
gazing idly astern at the long furrow or wake they were leaving behind them
saw a great rack of clouds building itself up in the west with amazing speed.
Then a gap was torn in it and a yellow sunset poured through the gap. All the waves behind them seemed to take on unusual shapes and the sea was a drab or yellowish colour like dirty canvas. The air grew cold. The ship seemed to move uneasily as if she felt danger behind he The sail would be flat and limp one minute and wildly the next. While she was noting these things and wondering at a sinister change which had e over the very noise the wind
Drinian cried
"All hands on deck." In a moment everyone became frantically busy. The hatches wet battened down
the galley fire was put out
men went aloft to reef the sail. Before they had finished the storm struck them. It seemed to Lucy that a great valley in the sea opened just before their bows
and they rushed down in it
deeper down than she would have believed possible. A great grey hill of water
far higher than the mast
rushed to meet them; it looked certain death but they were tossed to the top of it. Then the ship seemed to spin round. A cataract of water poured over the deck; the poop and forecastle were like o islands with a fierce sea beeen them. aloft the sailors were lying out along the yard desperate trying to get control of the sail. A broken rope stood out sideways in the wind as straight and stiff as if it was poker.
"Get below
Ma'am
" bawled Drinian. And Lucy knowing that landsmen - and landswomen - are a nuisance to the crew
began to obey. It was not easy. The Dawn Treader was listing terribly to starboard and the deck sloped like the roof of a house. She had to clamber round to the top of the ladder
holding on to the rail
and the stand by while o men climbed up it
and then get down as best she could. It was well she was already holding tight for at the foot of the ladder another wave roar across the deck
up to her shoulders. She was already almost wet through with spray and rain but this was colder. Then she made a dash for the cabin door and got in and shut out for a moment the appalling sight of the speed with which they were rushing into the dark
but not of course the horrible confusion of creakings
groanings
snappings
clatterings
roarings and boomings which only sounded more alarming below than they had done on the poop.
And all next day and all the next it went on. It went on till one could hardly even remember a time before it had begun. And there always had to be three men at the tiller and it was as much as three could do to keep any kind of a course. And there always had to be men at the pump. And there was hardly any rest for anyone
and nothing could be cooked and nothing could be dried
and one man was lost overboard
and they never saw the sun.
When it was over Eustace made the following entry in his diary.
"3 September. The first day for ages when I have been able to write. We had been driven before a hurricane for thirteen days and nights. I know that because I kept a careful count
though the others all say it was only elve. Pleasant to be embarked on a dangerous voyage with people who can't even count right! I have had a ghastly time
up and down enormous waves hour after hour
usually wet to the skin
and not even an attempt at giving us proper meals. Needless to say there's no wireless or even a rocket
so no chance of signalling anyone for help. It all proves what I keep on telling them
the madness of setting out in a rotten little tub like this. It would be bad enough even if one was with decent people instead of fiends in human form. Caspian and Edmund are simply brutal to me. The night we lost our mast (there's only a stump left now)
though I was not at all well
they forced me to e on deck and work like a slave. Lucy shoved her oar in by saying that Reepicheep was longing to go only he was too small. I wonder she doesn't see that everything that little beast does is all for the sake of showing off. Even at her age she ought to have that amount of sense. Today the beastly boat is level at last and the sun's out and we have all been jawing about what to do. We have food enough
pretty beastly stuff most of it
to last for sixteen days. (The poultry were all washed overboard. Even if they hadn't been
the storm would have stopped them laying.) The real trouble is water. Two casks seem to have got a leak knocked in them and are empty. (Narnian efficiency again.) On short rations
half a pint a day each
we've got enough for elve days. (There's still lots of rum and wine but even they realize that would only make them thirstier.)
"If we could
of course
the sensible thing would be to turn west at once and make for the Lone Islands. But it took us eighteen days to get where we are
running like mad with a gale behind us. Even if we got an east wind it might take us far longer to get back. And at present there's no sign of an east wind - in fact there's no wind at all. As for rowing back
it would take far too long and Caspian says the men couldn't row on half a pint of water a day. I'm pretty sure this is wrong. I tried to explain that perspiration really cools people down
so the men would need less water if they were working. He didn't take any notice of this
which is always his way when he can't think of an answer. The others all voted for going on in the hope of finding land. I felt it my duty to point out that we didn't know there was any land ahead and tried to get them to see the dangers of wishful thinking. Instead of producing a better plan they had the cheek to ask me what I proposed. So I just explained coolly and quietly that I had been kidnapped and brought away on this idiotic voyage without my consent
and it was hardly my business to get them out of their scrape.
"4 September. Still becalmed. Very short rations for dinner and I got less than anyone. Caspian is very clever at helping and thinks I don't see! Lucy for some reason tried to make up to me by offering me some of hers but that interfering prig Edmund wouldn't let her. Pretty hot sun. Terribly thirsty all evening.
"5 September. Still becalmed and very hot. Feeling rotten all day and am sure I've got a temperature. Of course they haven't the sense to keep a thermometer on board.
"6 September. A horrible day. Woke up in the night knowing I was feverish and must have a drink of water. Any doctor would have said so. Heaven knows I'm the last person to try to get any unfair advantage but I never dreamed that this water-rationing would be meant to apply to a sick man. In fact I would have woken the others up and asked for some only I thought it would be selfish to wake them. So I got up and took my cup and tiptoed out of the Black Hole we slept in
taking great care not to disturb Caspian and Edmund
for they've been sleeping badly since the heat and the short water began. I always try to consider others whether they are nice to me or not. I got out all right into the big room
if you can call it a room
where the rowing benches and the luggage are. The thing of water is at this end. All was going beautifully
but before I'd drawn a cupful who should catch me but that little spy Reep. I tried to explain that I was going on deck for a breath of air (the business about the water had nothing to do with him) and he asked me why I had a cup. He made such a noise that the whole ship was roused. They treated me scandalously. I asked
as I think anyone would have
why Reepicheep was sneaking about the water cask in the middle of the night. He said that as he was too small to be any use on deck
he did sentry over the water every night so that one more man could go to sleep. Now es their rotten unfairness: they all believed him. Can you beat it?
"I had to apologize or the dangerous little brute would have been at me with his sword. And then Caspian showed up in his true colours as a brutal tyrant and said out loud for everyone to hear that anyone found "stealing" water in future would "get o dozen". I didn't know what this meant till Edmund explained to me. It es in the sort of books those Pevensie kids read.
"After this cowardly threat Caspian changed his tune and started being patronizing. Said he was sorry for me and that everyone felt just as feverish as I did and we must all make the best of it
etc.
etc. Odious stuck-up prig. Stayed in bed all day today.
"7 September. A little wind today but still from the west.
Made a few miles easard with part of the sail
set on what Drinian calls the jury-mast-that means the bowsprit set upright and tied (they call it "lashed") to the stump of the real mast. Still terribly thirsty.
"8 September. Still sailing east. I stay in my bunk all day now and see no one except Lucy till the o fiends e to bed. Lucy gives me a little of her water ration. She says girls don't get as thirsty as boys. I had often thought this but it ought to be more generally known at sea.
"9 September. Land in sight; a very high mountain a long way off to the south-east.
"10 September. The mountain is bigger and clearer but still a long way off. Gulls again today for the first time since I don't know how long.
"11 September. Caught some fish and had them for dinner. Dropped anchor at about 7 p.m. in three fathoms of water in a bay of this mountainous island. That idiot Caspian wouldn't let us go ashore because it was getting dark and he was afraid of savages and wild beasts. Extra water ration tonight."
What awaited them on this island was going to concern Eustace more than anyone else
but it cannot be told in his words because after September 11 he fot about keeping his diary for a long time.
When morning came
with a low
grey sky but very hot
the adventurers found they were in a bay encircled by such cliffs and crags that it was like a Norwegian fjord. In front of them
at the head of the bay
there was some level land heavily overgrown with trees that appeared to be cedars
through which a rapid stream came out. Beyond that was a steep ascent ending in a jagged ridge and behind that a vague darkness of mountains which ran into dull-coloured clouds so that you could not see their tops. The nearer cliffs
at each side of the bay
were streaked here and there with lines of white which everyone knew to be waterfalls
though at that distance they did not show any movement or make any noise. Indeed the whole place was very silent and the water of the bay as smooth as glass. It reflected every detail of the cliffs. The scene would have been pretty in a picture but was rather oppressive in real life. It was not a country that weled visitors.
The whole ship's pany went ashore in o boatloads and everyone drank and washed deliciously in the river and had a meal and a rest before Caspian sent four men back to keep the ship
and the day's work began. There was everything to be done. The casks must be brought ashore and the faulty ones mended if possible and all refilled; a tree - a pine if they could get it - must be felled and made into a new mast; sails must be repaired; a hunting party anized to shoot any game the land might yield; clothes to be washed and mended; and countless small breakages on board to be set right. For the Dawn Treader herself - and this was more obvious now that they saw her at a distance - could hardly be recognized as the same gallant ship which had left Narrowhaven. She looked a crippled
discoloured hulk which anyone might have taken for a wreck. And her officers and crew were no better - lean
pale
red-eyed from lack of sleep
and dressed in rags.
As Eustace lay under a tree and heard all these plans being discussed his heart sank. Was there going to be no rest? It looked as if their first day on the longed-for land was going to be quite as hard work as a day at sea. Then a delightful idea occurred to him. Nobody was looking they were all chattering about their ship as if they actually liked the beastly thing. Why shouldn't he simply slip away? He would take a stroll inland
find a cool
airy place up in the mountains
have a good long sleep
and not rejoin the others till the day's work was over. He felt it would do him good. But he would take great care to keep the bay and the ship in sight so as to be sure of his way back. He wouldn't like to be left behind in this country.
He at once put his plan into action. He rose quietly from his place and walked away among the trees
taking care to go slowly and in an aimless manner so that anyone who saw him would think he was merely stretching his legs. He was surprised to find how quickly the noise of conversation died away behind hiin and how very silent and warm and dark green the wood became. Soon he felt he could venture on a quicker and more determined stride.
This soon brought him out of the wood. The ground began sloping steeply up in front of him. The grass was dry and slippery but manageable if he used his hands as well as his feet
and though he panted and mopped his forehead a good deal
he plugged away steadily. This showed
by the way
that his new life
little as he suspected it
had already done him some good; the old Eustace
Harold and Alberta's Eustace
would have given up the climb after about ten minutes.
Slowly
and with several rests
he reached the ridge. Here he had expected to have a view into the heart of the island
but the clouds had now e lower and nearer and a sea of fog was rolling to meet him. He sat down and looked back. He was now so high that the bay looked small beneath him and miles of sea were visible. Then the fog from the mountains closed in all round him
thick but not cold
and he lay down and turned this way and that to find the most fortable position to enjoy himself.
But he didn't enjoy himself
or not for very long. He began
almost for the first time in his life
to feel lonely. At first this feeling grew very gradually. And then he began to worry about the time. There was not the slightest sound. Suddenly it occurred to him that he might have been lying there for hours. Perhaps the others had gone! Perhaps they had let him wander away on purpose simply in order to leave him behind! He leaped up in a panic and began the descent.
At first he tried to do it too quickly
slipped on the steep grass
and slid for several feet. Then he thought this had carried him too far to the left - and as he came up he had seen precipices on that side. So he clambered up again
as near as he could guess to the place he had started from
and began the descent afresh
bearing to his right. After that things seemed to be going better. He went very cautiously
for he could not see more than a yard ahead
and there was still perfect silence all around him. It is very unpleasant to have to go cautiously when there is a voice inside you saying all the time
"Hurry
hurry
hurry." For every moment the terrible idea of being left behind grew stronger. If he had understood Caspian and the Pevensies at all he would have known
of course
that there was not the least chance of their doing any such thing. But he had persuaded himself that they were all fiends in human form.
"At last!" said Eustace as he came slithering down a slide of loose stones (scree
they call it) and found himself on the level. "And now
where are those trees? There is something dark ahead. Why
I do believe the fog is clearing."
It was. The light increased every moment and made him blink. The fog lifted. He was in an utterly unknown valley and the sea was nowhere in sight.