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the mirror of the sea-第22章

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the sea。  They never assert themselves upon a vast stage。  They



depend upon local causes … the configuration of coasts; the shapes



of straits; the accidents of bold promontories round which they



play their little part。  In the polity of winds; as amongst the



tribes of the earth; the real struggle lies between East and West。















XXVI。















The West Wind reigns over the seas surrounding the coasts of these



kingdoms; and from the gateways of the channels; from promontories



as if from watch…towers; from estuaries of rivers as if from



postern gates; from passage…ways; inlets; straits; firths; the



garrison of the Isle and the crews of the ships going and returning



look to the westward to judge by the varied splendours of his



sunset mantle the mood of that arbitrary ruler。  The end of the day



is the time to gaze at the kingly face of the Westerly Weather; who



is the arbiter of ships' destinies。  Benignant and splendid; or



splendid and sinister; the western sky reflects the hidden purposes



of the royal mind。  Clothed in a mantle of dazzling gold or draped



in rags of black clouds like a beggar; the might of the Westerly



Wind sits enthroned upon the western horizon with the whole North



Atlantic as a footstool for his feet and the first twinkling stars



making a diadem for his brow。  Then the seamen; attentive courtiers



of the weather; think of regulating the conduct of their ships by



the mood of the master。  The West Wind is too great a king to be a



dissembler:  he is no calculator plotting deep schemes in a sombre



heart; he is too strong for small artifices; there is passion in



all his moods; even in the soft mood of his serene days; in the



grace of his blue sky whose immense and unfathomable tenderness



reflected in the mirror of the sea embraces; possesses; lulls to



sleep the ships with white sails。  He is all things to all oceans;



he is like a poet seated upon a throne … magnificent; simple;



barbarous; pensive; generous; impulsive; changeable; unfathomable …



but when you understand him; always the same。  Some of his sunsets



are like pageants devised for the delight of the multitude; when



all the gems of the royal treasure…house are displayed above the



sea。  Others are like the opening of his royal confidence; tinged



with thoughts of sadness and compassion in a melancholy splendour



meditating upon the short…lived peace of the waters。  And I have



seen him put the pent…up anger of his heart into the aspect of the



inaccessible sun; and cause it to glare fiercely like the eye of an



implacable autocrat out of a pale and frightened sky。







He is the war…lord who sends his battalions of Atlantic rollers to



the assault of our seaboard。  The compelling voice of the West Wind



musters up to his service all the might of the ocean。  At the



bidding of the West Wind there arises a great commotion in the sky



above these Islands; and a great rush of waters falls upon our



shores。  The sky of the westerly weather is full of flying clouds;



of great big white clouds coming thicker and thicker till they seem



to stand welded into a solid canopy; upon whose gray face the lower



wrack of the gale; thin; black and angry…looking; flies past with



vertiginous speed。  Denser and denser grows this dome of vapours;



descending lower and lower upon the sea; narrowing the horizon



around the ship。  And the characteristic aspect of westerly



weather; the thick; gray; smoky and sinister tone sets in;



circumscribing the view of the men; drenching their bodies;



oppressing their souls; taking their breath away with booming



gusts; deafening; blinding; driving; rushing them onwards in a



swaying ship towards our coasts lost in mists and rain。







The caprice of the winds; like the wilfulness of men; is fraught



with the disastrous consequences of self…indulgence。  Long anger;



the sense of his uncontrolled power; spoils the frank and generous



nature of the West Wind。  It is as if his heart were corrupted by a



malevolent and brooding rancour。  He devastates his own kingdom in



the wantonness of his force。  South…west is the quarter of the



heavens where he presents his darkened brow。  He breathes his rage



in terrific squalls; and overwhelms his realm with an inexhaustible



welter of clouds。  He strews the seeds of anxiety upon the decks of



scudding ships; makes the foam…stripped ocean look old; and



sprinkles with gray hairs the heads of ship…masters in the



homeward…bound ships running for the Channel。  The Westerly Wind



asserting his sway from the south…west quarter is often like a



monarch gone mad; driving forth with wild imprecations the most



faithful of his courtiers to shipwreck; disaster; and death。







The south…westerly weather is the thick weather PAR EXCELLENCE。  It



is not the thickness of the fog; it is rather a contraction of the



horizon; a mysterious veiling of the shores with clouds that seem



to make a low…vaulted dungeon around the running ship。  It is not



blindness; it is a shortening of the sight。  The West Wind does not



say to the seaman; 〃You shall be blind〃; it restricts merely the



range of his vision and raises the dread of land within his breast。



It makes of him a man robbed of half his force; of half his



efficiency。  Many times in my life; standing in long sea…boots and



streaming oilskins at the elbow of my commander on the poop of a



homeward…bound ship making for the Channel; and gazing ahead into



the gray and tormented waste; I have heard a weary sigh shape



itself into a studiously casual comment:







〃Can't see very far in this weather。〃







And have made answer in the same low; perfunctory tone







〃No; sir。〃







It would be merely the instinctive voicing of an ever…present



thought associated closely with the consciousness of the land



somewhere ahead and of the great speed of the ship。  Fair wind;



fair wind!  Who would dare to grumble at a fair wind?  It was a



favour of the Western King; who rules masterfully the North



Atlantic from the latitude of the Azores to the latitude of Cape



Farewell。  A famous shove this to end a good passage with; and yet;



somehow; one could not muster upon one's lips the smile of a



courtier's gratitude。  This favour was dispensed to you from under



an overbearing scowl; which is the true expression of the great



autocrat when he has made up his mind to give a battering to some



ships and to hunt certain others home in one breath of cruelty and



benevolence; equally distracting。







〃No; sir。  Can't see very far。〃







Thus would the mate's voice repeat the thought of the master; both



gazing ahead; while under their feet the ship rushes at some twelve



knots in the direction of the lee shore; and only a couple of miles



in front of her swinging and dripping jib…boom; carried naked w
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