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雨果 悲惨世界 英文版1-第71部分

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at they had made out:
  One morning; when Boulatruelle was on his way to his work; at daybreak; he had been surprised to see; at a nook of the forest in the underbrush; a shovel and a pickaxe; concealed; as one might say。
  However; he might have supposed that they were probably the shovel and pick of Father Six…Fours; the water…carrier; and would have thought no more about it。
  But; on the evening of that day; he saw; without being seen himself; as he was hidden by a large tree; 〃a person who did not belong in those parts; and whom he; Boulatruelle; knew well;〃 directing his steps towards the densest part of the wood。
  Translation by Thenardier:
  A rade of the galleys。 Boulatruelle obstinately refused to reveal his name。
  This person carried a packagesomething square; like a large box or a small trunk。 Surprise on the part of Boulatruelle。
  However; it was only after the expiration of seven or eight minutes that the idea of following that 〃person〃 had occurred to him。
  But it was too late; the person was already in the thicket; night had descended; and Boulatruelle had not been able to catch up with him。
  Then he had adopted the course of watching for him at the edge of the woods。 〃It was moonlight。〃
  Two or three hours later; Boulatruelle had seen this person emerge from the brushwood; carrying no longer the coffer; but a shovel and pick。
  Boulatruelle had allowed the person to pass; and had not dreamed of accosting him; because he said to himself that the other man was three times as strong as he was; and armed with a pickaxe; and that he would probably knock him over the head on recognizing him; and on perceiving that he was recognized。 Touching effusion of two old rades on meeting again。
  But the 
shovel and pick had served as a ray of light to Boulatruelle; he had hastened to the thicket in the morning; and had found neither shovel nor pick。
  From this he had drawn the inference that this person; once in the forest; had dug a hole with his pick; buried the coffer; and reclosed the hole with his shovel。
  Now; the coffer was too small to contain a body; therefore it contained money。
  Hence his researches。 Boulatruelle had explored; sounded; searched the entire forest and the thicket; and had dug wherever the earth appeared to him to have been recently turned up。
  In vain。
  He had 〃ferreted out〃 nothing。
  No one in Montfermeil thought any more about it。
  There were only a few brave gossips; who said; 〃You may be certain that the mender on the Gagny road did not take all that trouble for nothing; he was sure that the devil had e。〃


BOOK SECOND。THE SHIP ORION
CHAPTER III 
  THE ANKLE…CHAIN MUST HAVE UNDERGONE A CERTAIN PREPARATORY MANIPULATION TO BE THUS BROKEN WITH A BLOW FROM A HAMMER
  Towards the end of October; in that same year; 1823; the inhabitants of Toulon beheld the entry into their port; after heavy weather; and for the purpose of repairing some damages; of the ship Orion; which was employed later at Brest as a school…ship; and which then formed a part of the Mediterranean squadron。
  This vessel; battered as it was;for the sea had handled it roughly; produced a fine effect as it entered the roads。
  It flew some colors which procured for it the regulation salute of eleven guns; which it returned; shot for shot; total; twenty…two。 It has been calculated that what with salvos; royal and military politenesses; courteous exchanges of uproar; signals of etiquette; formalities of roadsteads and citadels; sunrises and sunsets; saluted every day by all fortresses and all ships of war; openings and closings of ports; etc。; the civilized world; discharged all over the earth; in the course of four and twenty hours; one hundred and fifty thousand useless shots。
  At six francs the shot; that es to nine hundred thousand francs a day; three hundred millions a year; which vanish in smoke。
  This is a mere detail。
  All this time the poor were dying of hunger。
  The year 1823 was what the Restoration called 〃the epoch of the Spanish war。〃
  This war contained many events in one; and a quantity of peculiarities。 A grand family affair for the house of Bourbon; the branch of France succoring and protecting the branch of Madrid; that is to say; performing an act devolving on the elder; an apparent return to our national traditions; plicated by servitude and by subjection to the cabinets of the North; M。 le Duc d'Angouleme; surnamed by the liberal sheets the hero of Andujar; pressing in a triumphal attitude that was somewhat contradicted by his peaceable air; the ancient and very powerful terrorism of the Holy Office at variance with the chimerical terrorism of the liberals; the sansculottes resuscitated; to the great terror of dowagers; under the name of descamisados; monarchy opposing an obstacle to progress described as anarchy; the theories of '89 roughly interrupted in the sap; a European halt; called to the French idea; which was making the tour of the world; beside the son of France as generalissimo; the Prince de Carignan; afterwards Charles Albert; enrolling himself in that crusade of kings against people as a volunteer; with grenadier epaulets of red worsted; the soldiers of the Empire setting out on a fresh campaign; but aged; saddened; after eight years of repose; and under the white cockade; the tricolored standard waved abroad by a heroic handful of Frenchmen; as the white standard had been thirty years earlier at Coblentz; monks mingled with our troops; the spirit of liberty and of novelty brought to its senses by bayonets; principles slaughtered by cannonades; France undoing by her arms that which she had done by her mind; in addition to this; hostile leaders sold; soldiers hesitating; cities besieged by millions; no military perils; and yet possible explosions; as in every mine which is surprised and invaded; but little bloodshed; little honor won; shame for some; glory for no one。 Such was this war; made by the princes descended from Louis XIV。; and conducted by generals who had been under Napoleon。
  Its sad fate was to recall neither the grand war nor grand politics。
  Some feats of arms were serious; the taking of the Trocadero; among others; was a fine military action; but after all; we repeat; the trumpets of this war give back a cracked sound; the whole effect was suspicious; history approves of France for making a difficulty about accepting this false triumph。
  It seemed evident that certain Spanish officers charged with resistance yielded too easily; the idea of corruption was connected with the victory; it appears as though generals and not battles had been won; and the conquering soldier returned humiliated。
  A debasing war; in short; in which the Bank of France could be read in the folds of the flag。
  Soldiers of the war of 1808; on whom Saragossa had fallen in formidable ruin; frowned in 1823 at the easy surrender of citadels; and began to regret Palafox。
  It is the nature of France to prefer to have Rostopchine rather than Ballesteros in front of her。
  From a still more serious point of view; and one which it is also proper to insist upon here; this war; which wounded the military spirit of France; enraged the democratic spirit。
  It was an enterprise of inthralment。
  In that campaign; the object of the French soldier; the son of democracy; was the conquest of a yoke for others。 A hideous contradiction。
  France is made to arouse the soul of nations; not to stifle it。
  All the revolutions of Europe since 1792 are the French Revolution:
  liberty darts rays from France。
  That is a solar fact。
  Blind is he who will not see!
  It was Bonaparte who said it。
  The war of 1823; an outrage on the generous Spanish nation; was then; at the same time; an outrage on the French Revolution。 It was France who mitted this monstrous violence; by foul means; for; with the exception of wars of liberation; everything that armies do is by foul means。
  The words passive obedience indicate this。 An army is a strange masterpiece of bination where force results from an enormous sum of impotence。
  Thus is war; made by humanity against humanity; despite humanity; explained。
  As for the Bourbons; the war of 1823 was fatal to them。
  They took it for a success。
  They did not perceive the danger that lies in having an idea slain to order。
  They went astray; in their innocence; to such a degree that they introduced the immense enfeeblement of a crime into their establishment as an element of strength。
  The spirit of the ambush entered into their politics。
  1830 had its germ in 1823。 The Spanish campaign became in their counsels an argument for force and for adventures by right Divine。
  France; having re…established elrey netto in Spain; might well have re…established the absolute king at home。
  They fell into the alarming error of taking the obedience of the soldier for the consent of the nation。
  Such confidence is the ruin of thrones。
  It is not permitted to fall asleep; either in the shadow of a machineel tree; nor in the shadow of an army。
  Let us return to the ship Orion。
  During the operations of the army manded by the prince generalissimo; a squadron had been cruising in the Mediterranean。
  We have just stated that the Orion belonged to this fleet; and that accidents of the sea had brought it into port at Toulon。
  The presence of a vessel of war in a port has something about it which attracts and engages a crowd。
  It is because it is great; and the crowd loves what is great。
  A ship of the line is one of the most magnificent binations of the genius of man with the powers of nature。
  A ship of the line is posed; at the same time; of the heaviest and the lightest of possible matter; for it deals at one and the same time with three forms of substance;solid; liquid; and fluid; and it must do battle with all three。
  It has eleven claws of iron with which to seize the granite on the bottom of the sea; and more wings and more antennae than winged insects; to catch the wind in the clouds。
  Its breath pours out through its hundred and twenty cannons as through enormous trumpets; and replies proudly to the thunder。
  The ocean seeks to lead it astray in the alarming sameness of its billows; but the vessel has its soul; its pass; which counsels it and always shows it the north。 In the blackest nights; its lanterns supply the place of the stars。 Thus; against the wind; it has its cordage and its canvas; against the water; wood; against the rocks; its iron; brass; and lead; against the shadows; its light; against immensity; a needle。
  If one wishes to form an idea of all those gigantic proportions which; taken as a whole; constitute the ship of the line; one has only to enter one of the six…story covered construction stocks; in the ports of Brest or Toulon。
  The vessels in process of construction are under a bell…glass there; as it were。
  This colossal beam is a yard; that great column of wood which stretches out on the earth as far as the eye can reach is the main…mast。 Taking it from its root in the stocks to its tip in the clouds; it is sixty fathoms long; and its diameter at its base is three feet。
  The English main…mast rises to a height of two hundred and seventeen feet above the water…line。 The navy of our fathers employed cables; ours employs chains。 The simple pile of chains on a ship of a hundred guns is four feet high; twenty feet in breadth; and eight feet in depth。
  And how much wood is required to make this ship?
  Three thousand cubic metres。 It is a floating forest。
  And moreover; let this be borne in mind; it is only a question here of the military vessel of forty years ago; of the simple sailing…vessel; steam; then in its infancy; has since added new miracles to that prodigy which is called a war vessel。 At the present time; for example; the mixed vessel with a screw is a surprising machine; propelled by three thousand square metres of canvas and by an engine of two thousand five hundred horse…power。
  Not to mention these new marvels; the ancient vessel of Christopher Columbus and of De Ruyter is one of the masterpieces of man。 It is as inexhaustible in force as is the
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