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崎岖山的故事 A Tale of the Ragged Mountains

作者:爱伦·坡 来源:乐百家娱乐官网 时间:2016-07-17 阅读: 在线投稿

《崎岖山的故事》是一部由爱伦·坡于1844年所著的短篇小说,当时发佈在Godey's Lady's Book上。Edgar Allan Poe(爱伦·坡),19世纪美国著名小说家、诗人、文艺评论家,有着“侦探小说的鼻祖”和“恐怖小说之父”之美称。
by Edgar Allan Poe
 During the fall of the year 1827, while residing near Charlottesville, Virginia, I casually made the acquaintance of Mr Augustus Bedloe. This young gentleman was remarkable in every respect, and excited in me a profound interest and curiosity. I found it impossible to comprehend him either in his moral or his physical relations. Of his family I could obtain no satisfactory account. Whence he came, I never ascertained. Even about his age--although I call him a young gentleman--there was something which perplexed me in no little degree. He certainly seemed young--and he made a point of speaking about his youth--yet there were moments when I should have had little trouble in imagining him a hundred years of age. But in no regard was he more peculiar than in his personal appearance. He was singularly tall and thin. He stooped much. His limbs were exceedingly long and emaciated. His forehead was broad and low. His complexion was absolutely bloodless. His mouth was large and flexible, and his teeth were more wildly uneven, although sound, than I had ever before seen teeth in a human head. The expression of his smile, however, was by no means unpleasing, as might be supposed: but it had no variation whatever. It was one of profound melancholy--of a phaseless and unceasing gloom. His eyes were abnormally large, and round like those of a cat. The pupils, too, upon any accession or diminution of light, underwent contraction or dilation, just such as is observed in the feline tribe. In moments of excitement the orbs grew bright to a degree almost inconceivable; seeming to emit luminous rays, not of a reflected but of an intrinsic lustre, as does a candle or the sun; yet their ordinary condition was to totally vapid, filmy, and dull, as to convey the idea of the eyes of a long-interred corpse.
These peculiarities of person appeared to cause him much annoyance, and he was continually alluding to them in a sort of half explanatory, half apologetic strain, which, when I first heard it, impressed me very painfully. I soon, however, grew accustomed to it, and my uneasiness wore off. It seemed to be his design rather to insinuate than directly to assert that, physically, he had not always been what he was--that a long series of neuralgic attacks had reduced him from a condition of more than usual personal beauty, to that which I saw. For many years past he had been attended by a physician, named Templeton-- an old gentleman, perhaps seventy years of age--whom he had first encountered at Saratoga, and from whose attention, while there, he either received, or fancied that he received, great benefit. The result was that Bedloe, who was wealthy, had made an arrangement with Dr Templeton, by which the latter, in consideration of a liberal annual allowance, had consented to devote his time and medical experience exclusively to the care of the invalid.
Doctor Templeton had been a traveller in his younger days, and at Paris had become a convert, in great measure, to the doctrine of Mesmer. It was altogether by means of magnetic remedies that he had succeeded in alleviating the acute pains of his patient; and this success had very naturally inspired the latter with a certain degree of confidence in the opinions from which the remedies had been educed. The doctor, however, like all enthusiasts, had struggled hard to make a thorough convert of his pupil, and finally so far gained his point as to induce the sufferer to submit to numerous experiments. By a frequent repetition of these, a result had arisen, which of late days has become so common as to attract little or no attention, but which, at the period of which I write, had very rarely been known in America. I mean to say, that between Dr Templeton and Bedloe there had grown up, little by little, a very distinct and strongly-marked rapport, or magnetic relation. I am not prepared to assert, however, that this rapport extended beyond the limits of the simple sleep-producing power; but this power itself had attained great intensity. At the first attempt to induce the magnetic somnolency, the mesmerist entirely failed. In the fifth or sixth he succeeded very partially, and after long-continued effort. Only at the twelfth was the triumph complete. After this the will of the patient succumbed rapidly to that of the physician, so that, when I first became acquainted with the two, sleep was brought about almost instantaneously by the mere volition of the operator, even when the invalid was unaware of his presence. It is only now, in the year 1845, when similar miracles are witnessed daily by thousands, that I dare venture to record this apparent impossibility as a matter of serious fact.
The temperature of Bedloe was in the highest degree sensitive, excitable, enthusiastic. His imagination was singularly vigorous and creative; and no doubt it derived additional force from the habitual use of morphine, which he swallowed in great quantity, and without which he would have found it impossible to exist. It was his practice to take a very large dose of it immediately after breakfast each morning,--or, rather, immediately after a cup of strong coffee, for he ate nothing in the forenoon,--and then set forth alone, or attended only by a dog, upon a long ramble among the chain of wild and dreary hills that lie westward and southward of Charlottesville, and are there dignified by the title of the Ragged Mountains.
Upon a dim, warm, misty day, toward the close of November, and during the strange interregnum of the seasons which in America is termed the Indian summer, Mr Bedloe departed as usual for the hills. The day passed, and still he did not return.
About eight o'clock at night, having become seriously alarmed at his protracted absence, we were about setting out in search of him, when he unexpectedly made his appearance, in health no worse than usual, and in rather more than ordinary spirits. The account which he gave of his expedition, and of the events which had detained him, was a singular one indeed.
'You will remember,' said he, 'that it was about nine in the morning when I left Charlottesville. I bent my steps immediately to the mountains, and, about ten, entered a gorge which was entirely new to me. I followed the windings of this pass with much interest. The scenery which presented itself on all sides, although scarcely entitled to be called grand, had about it an indescribable and to me a delicious aspect of dreary desolation. The solitude seemed absolutely virgin. I could not help believing that the green sods and the grey rocks upon which I trod had been trodden never before by the foot of a human being. So entirely secluded, and in fact inaccessible, except through a series of accidents, is the entrance of the ravine, that it is by no means impossible that I was the first adventurer--the very first and sole adventurer who had ever penetrated its recesses.
'The thick and peculiar mist, or smoke, which distinguishes the Indian summer, and which now hung heavily over all objects, served, no doubt, to deepen the vague impressions which these objects created. So dense was this pleasant fog that I could at no time see more than a dozen yards of the path before me. This path was excessively sinuous, and as the sun could not be seen, I soon lost all idea of the direction in which I journeyed. In the meantime the morphine had its customary effect--that of enduing all the external world with an intensity of interest. In the quivering of a leaf--in the hue of a blade of grass--in the shape of a trefoil--in the humming of a bee--in the gleaming of a dew- drop--in the breathing of the wind--in the faint odours that came from the forest--there came a whole universe of suggestion--a gay and motley train of rhapsodical and immethodical thought.
'Busied in this, I walked on for several hours, during which the mist deepened around me to so great an extent that at length I was reduced to an absolute groping of the way. And now an indescribable uneasiness possessed me--a species of nervous hesitation and tremor. I feared to tread, lest I should be precipitated into some abyss. I remembered, too, strange stories told about these Ragged Hills, and of the uncouth and fierce races of men who tenanted their groves and caverns. A thousand vague fancies oppressed and disconcerted me--fancies the more distressing because vague. Very suddenly my attention was arrested by the loud beating of a drum.
'My amazement was, of course, extreme. A drum in these hills was a thing unknown. I could not have been more surprised at the sound of the trump of the Archangel. But a new and still more astounding source of interest and perplexity arose. There came a wild rattling or jingling sound, as if of a bunch of large keys, and upon the instant a dusky-visaged and half-naked man rushed past me with a shriek. He came so close to my person that I felt his hot breath upon my face. He bore in one hand an instrument composed of an assemblage of steel rings, and shook them vigorously as he ran. Scarcely had he disappeared in the mist, before, panting after him, with open mouth and glaring eyes, there darted a huge beast. I could not be mistaken in its character. It was a hyena.
'The sight of this monster rather relieved than heightened my terrors--for I now made sure that I dreamed, and endeavoured to arouse myself to waking consciousness. I stepped boldly and briskly forward. I rubbed my eyes. I called aloud. I pinched my limbs. A small spring of water presented itself to my view, and here, stooping, I bathed my hands and my head and neck. This seemed to dissipate the equivocal sensations which had hitherto annoyed me. I arose, as I thought, a new man, and proceeded steadily and complacently on my unknown way.
'At length, quite overcome by exertion, and by a certain oppressive closeness of the atmosphere, I seated myself beneath a tree. Presently there came a feeble gleam of sunshine, and the shadow of the leaves of the tree fell faintly but definitely upon the grass. At this shadow I gazed wonderingly for many minutes. Its character stupefied me with astonishment. I looked upward. The tree was a palm.
'I now rose hurriedly, and in a state of fearful agitation-- for the fancy that I dreamed would serve me no longer. I saw--I felt that I had perfect command of my senses--and these senses now brought to my soul a world of novel and singular sensation. The heat became all at once intolerable. A strange odour loaded the breeze. A low, continuous murmur, like that arising from a full, but gently flowing river, came to my ears, intermingled with the peculiar hum of multitudinous human voices.
'While I listened in an extremity of astonishment which I need not attempt to describe, a strong and brief gust of wind bore off the incumbent fog as if by the wand of an enchanter.
'I found myself at the foot of a high mountain, and looking down into a vast plain, through which wound a majestic river. On the margin of this river stood an Eastern-looking city, such as we read of in the Arabian Tales, but of a character even more singular than any there described. From my position, which was far above the level of the town, I could perceive its every nook and corner, as if delineated on a map. The streets seemed innumerable, and crossed each other irregularly in all directions, but were rather long winding alleys than streets, and absolutely swarmed with inhabitants. The houses were wildly picturesque. On every hand was a wilderness of balconies, of verandas, of minarets, of shrines, and fantastically carved oriels. Bazaars abounded; and there were displayed rich wares in infinite variety and profusion--silks, muslins, the most dazzling cutlery, the most magnificent jewels and gems. Besides these things, were seen, on all sides, banners and palanquins, litters with stately dames close-veiled, elephants gorgeously caparisoned, idols grotesquely hewn, drums, banners, and gongs, spears, silver and gilded maces. And amid the crowd, and the clamour, and the general intricacy and confusion--amid the million of black and yellow men, turbaned and robed, and of flowing beard, there roamed a countless multitude of holy filleted bulls, while vast legions of the filthy but sacred ape clambered, chattering and shrieking, about the cornices of the mosques, or clung to the minarets and oriels. From the swarming streets to the banks of the river, there descended innumerable flights of steps leading to bathing places, while the river itself seemed to force a passage with difficulty through the vast fleets of deeply burdened ships that far and wide encountered its surface. Beyond the limits of the city arose, in frequent majestic groups, the palm and the cocoa, with other gigantic and weird trees of vast age; and here and there might be seen a field of rice, the thatched hut of a peasant, a tank, a stray temple, a gipsy camp, or a solitary graceful maiden taking her way, with a pitcher upon her head, to the banks of the magnificent river.
'You will say now, of course, that I dreamed; but not so. What I saw--what I heard--what I felt--what I thought--had about it nothing of the unmistakable idiosyncrasy of the dream. All was rigorously self-consistent. At first, doubting that I was really awake, I entered into a series of tests, which soon convinced me that I really was. Now when one dreams, and, in the dream, suspects that he dreams, the suspicion never fails to confirm itself, and the sleeper is almost immediately aroused. Thus Novalis errs not in saying that "we are near waking when we dream that we dream". Had the vision occurred to me as I describe it, without my suspecting it as a dream, then a dream it might absolutely have been, but, occurring as it did, and suspected and tested as it was, I am forced to class it among other phenomena.'
'In this I am not sure that you are wrong,' observed Dr Templeton, 'but proceed. You arose and descended into the city.'
'I arose,' continued Bedloe, regarding the Doctor with an air of profound astonishment, 'I arose as you say, and descended into the city. On my way I fell in with an immense populace, crowding through every avenue, all in the same direction, and exhibiting in every action the wildest excitement. Very suddenly, and by some inconceivable impulse, I became intensely imbued with personal interest in what was going on. I seemed to feel that I had an important part to play, without exactly understanding what it was. Against the crowd which environed me, however, I experienced a deep sentiment of animosity. I shrank from amid them, and, swiftly, by a circuitous path, reached and entered the city. Here all was the wildest tumult and contention. A small party of men, clad in garments half Indian, half European, and officered by gentlemen in a uniform partly British, were engaged, at great odds, with the swarming rabble of the allies. I joined the weaker party, arming myself with the weapons of a fallen officer, and fighting I knew not whom with the nervous ferocity of despair. We were soon overpowered by numbers, and driven to seek refuge in a species of kiosk. Here we barricaded ourselves, and, for the present, were secure. From a loop-hole near the summit of the kiosk, I perceived a vast crowd, in furious agitation, surrounding and assaulting a gay palace that overhung the river. Presently, from an upper window of this palace, there descended an effeminate-looking person, by means of a string made of the turbans of his attendants. A boat was at hand in which he escaped to the opposite bank of the river.
'And now a new object took possession of my soul. I spoke a few hurried but energetic words to my companions, and, having succeeded in gaining over a few of them to my purpose, made a frantic sally from the kiosk. We rushed amid the crowd that surrounded it. They retreated, at first, before us. They rallied, fought madly, and retreated again. In the meantime we were borne far from the kiosk, and became bewildered and entangled among the narrow streets of tall, overhanging houses, into the recesses of which the sun had never been able to shine. The rabble pressed impetuously upon us, harassing us with their spears, and overwhelming us with flights of arrows. These latter were very remarkable, and resembled in some respects the writhing creese of the Malay. They were made to imitate the body of a creeping serpent, and were long and black, with a poisoned barb. One of them struck me upon the right temple. I reeled and fell. An instantaneous and dreadful sickness seized me. I struggled--I gasped--I died.'
'You will hardly persist now,' said I, smiling, 'that the whole of your adventure was not a dream. You are not prepared to maintain that you are dead?"
When I said these words, I of course expected some lively sally from Bedloe in reply; but, to my astonishment, he hesitated, trembled, became fearfully pallid, and remained silent. I looked towards Templeton. He was erect and rigid in his chair--his teeth chattered, and his eyes were staring from their sockets. 'Proceed!' he at length said hoarsely to Bedloe.
'For many minutes,' continued the latter, 'my sole sentiment--my sole feeling--was that of darkness and nonentity, with the consciousness of death. At length there seemed to pass a violent and sudden shock through my soul, as if of electricity. With it came the sense of elasticity and of light. This latter I felt--not saw. In an instant I seemed to rise from the ground. But I had no bodily, no visible, audible, or palpable presence. The crowd had departed. The tumult had ceased. The city was in comparative repose. Beneath me lay my corpse, with the arrow in my temple, the whole head greatly swollen and disfigured. But all these things I felt--not saw. I took interest in nothing. Even the corpse seemed a matter in which I had no concern. Volition I had none, but appeared to be impelled into motion, and flitted buoyantly out of the city, retracing the circuitous path by which I had entered it. When I had attained that point of the ravine in the mountains at which I had encountered the hyena, I again experienced a shock as of a galvanic battery; the sense of weight, of volition, of substance, returned. I became my original self, and bent my step eagerly homeward--but the past had not lost the vividness of the real--and not now, even for an instant, can I compel my understanding to regard it as a dream.'
'Nor was it,' said Templeton, with an air of deep solemnity, 'yet it would be difficult to say how otherwise it should be termed. Let us suppose only, that the soul of the man of to-day is upon the verge of some stupendous psychal discoveries. Let us content ourselves with this supposition. For the rest I have some explanation to make. Here is a water-colour drawing, which I should have shown you before, but which an accountable sentiment of horror has hitherto prevented me from showing.'
We looked at the picture which he presented. I saw nothing in it of an extraordinary character; but its effect upon Bedloe was prodigious. He nearly fainted as he gazed. And yet it was but a miniature portrait--a miraculously accurate one, to be sure--of his own very remarkable features. At least this was my thought as I regarded it.
'You will perceive', said Templeton, 'the date of this picture--it is here, scarcely visible, in this corner--1780. In this year was the portrait taken. It is the likeness of a dead friend--a Mr Oldeb--to whom I became much attached at Calcutta, during the administration of Warren Hastings. I was then only twenty years old. When I first saw you, Mr Bedloe, at Saratoga, it was the miraculous similarity which existed between yourself and the painting which induced me to accost you, to seek your friendship, and to bring about those arrangements which resulted in my becoming your constant companion. In accomplishing this point, I was urged partly, and perhaps principally, by a regretful memory of the deceased, but also, in part, by an uneasy, and not altogether horrorless curiosity respecting yourself.
'In your detail of the vision which presented itself to you amid the hills, you have described, with the minutest accuracy, the Indian city of Benares, upon the Holy River. The riots, the combat, the massacre, were the actual events of the insurrection of Cheyte Sing, which took place in 1780, when Hastings was put in imminent peril of his life. The man escaping by the string of turbans was Cheyte Sing himself. The party in the kiosk were sepoys and British officers, headed by Hastings. Of this party I was one, and did all I could do to prevent the rash and fatal sally of the officer who fell, in the crowded alleys, by the poisoned arrow of a Bengalee. That officer was my dearest friend. It was Oldeb. You will perceive by these manuscripts' (here the speaker produced a note-book in which several pages appeared to have been freshly written), 'that at the very period in which you fancied these things amid the hills I was engaged in detailing them upon paper here at home.'
In about a week after this conversation, the following paragraphs appeared in a Charlottesville paper:
We have the painful duty of announcing the death of Mr AUGUSTUS BEDLO, a gentleman whose amiable manners and many virtues have long endeared him to the citizens of Charlottesville.
Mr B., for some years past, has been subject to neuralgia, which has often threatened to terminate fatally; but this can be regarded only as the mediate cause of his decease. The proximate cause was one of especial singularity. In an excursion to the Ragged Mountains, a few days since, a slight cold and fever were contracted, attended with great determination of blood to the head. To relieve this, Dr Templeton resorted to topical bleeding. Leeches were applied to the temples. In a fearfully brief period the patient died, when it appeared that, in the jar containing the leeches, had been introduced, by accident, one of the venomous vermicular sangsues which are now and then found in the neighbouring ponds. This creature fastened itself upon a small artery in the right temple. Its close resemblance to the medicinal leech caused the mistake to be overlooked until too late.
N.B.-- The poisonous sangsue of Charlottesville may always be distinguished from the medicinal leech by its blackness, and especially by its writhing or vermicular motions, which very nearly resemble those of a snake.
I was speaking with the editor of the paper in question, upon the topic of this remarkable accident, when it occurred to me to ak how it happened that the name of the deceased had been given as Bedlo.
'I presume,' said I, 'you have authority for this spelling, but I have always supposed the name to be written with an e at the end.'
'Authority?--no,' he replied. 'It is a mere typographical error. The name is Bedlo with an e, all the world over, and I never knew it to be spelt otherwise in my life.'
'Then,' said I mutteringly, as I turned upon my heel, 'then indeed has it come to pass that one truth is stranger than any fiction--for Bedlo, without the e, what is it but Oldeb conversed? And this man tells me it is a typographical error.' 织梦内容管理系统


崎岖山的故事 A Tale of the Ragged Mountains
《崎岖山的故事》是一部由爱伦·坡于1844年所著的短篇小说,当时发佈在Godey's Lady's Book上。
 在1827年的秋天,当居住弗吉尼亚州夏洛茨维尔附近,我随便发先生奥古斯Bedloe的相识。这位年轻的绅士在各方面是显着的,而在我兴奋了深厚的兴趣和好奇。我发现根本无法理解他无论是在他的道德或他的身体的关系。他的家人,我可以取得令人满意的帐户。自何处他来了,我从来没有确定。甚至关于他的年龄 - 虽然我叫他小少爷 - 有这东西,困扰我不小的程度。他当然显得年轻 - 他做谈到他年轻时的一个点 - 而那里的时候,我应该在想象他一百岁时有过一点麻烦的时刻。但在任何方面是他比他的个人外表更为奇特。他是奇高又瘦。他弯下身了。他的四肢非常漫长而憔悴。他的额头被广泛低。他的肤色完全不流血。他的嘴大而灵活,他的牙齿更参差不齐,虽然声音,比我见过的牙齿在一个人头上。他微笑的表情,不过,倒也不是令人讨厌,因为可能会认为:但它有没有变化什么的。这是深刻的忧郁之一 - 一个无相位和不断的忧郁。他的眼睛异常大,而圆像一只猫。学生也一样,根据光的任何加入或减少,进行收缩或扩张,只是如在猫部落观察。在兴奋的时刻球体长着许多在一定程度上几乎是不可想象的;似乎发出不发光的光线,反射而是一种内在的光彩一样,蜡烛或太阳;但他们一般情况是完全拼着,薄膜和沉闷,为传达一个长期埋葬的尸体眼中的想法。
人这些特点似乎使他多烦恼,而且他不断暗示他们在一种半解释半歉意应变,当我第一次听到它,给我的印象非常痛苦的。我很快,但是,长大习惯了,我的不安消失了。这似乎是他的设计,而影射不是直接断言,身体上,他并没有一直他是什么 - 这一长串的神经痛袭击他从比平时个人美容更多的情况减少了,到这我看见。对于多年过去,他已经被医生参加,名为Templeton--一位老先生,也许是古稀之年 - 人,他首先在萨拉托加遭遇,并从他们的注意力,而在那里,他要么接受,还是幻想着他接受,大有裨益。其结果是,Bedloe,谁是富人,已与邓普顿博士的安排,由后者,考虑宽松的年度津贴,已同意他的时间和医疗经验投入专门照顾无效的。
Bedloe的温度是最高程度的敏感,易激动,热情。他的想象力是异常旺盛和创造性;而且毫无疑问,这从习惯性使用吗啡,这是他在大量吞食而导致的额外的力量,如果没有他会发现它不可能存在。这是他修炼每天早晨取一个非常大的剂量它的早餐后,立即, - 或者说,强大的一杯咖啡后,立即为他吃了没有在午前, - 然后设置单独列出,或出席只有摆在向西向南夏洛茨维尔,并且都是野生的,沉闷的丘陵之中链狗,在很长的絮絮叨叨还有由褴褛山的标题凝重。
“你会记得,”他说,“这是在早上大约九当我离开夏洛茨维尔。我立刻弯下腰我的步骤,将大山,大约十,进入了一个峡谷这是全新的我。我遵循了这一通怀着极大的兴趣的绕组。其中提出了自己的四面八方,虽然几乎没有资格被称为盛大的风景,有一个关于它的难以言表的,对我凄凉落寞美味的方面。孤独似乎绝对处女。我不由得相信赖以我踩绿色的草皮和灰色的岩石是由一个人的脚从来没有走过。所以完全隐蔽的,而事实上人迹罕至,除了通过一系列的事故,是峡谷的入口,它绝不是不可能的,我是第一个冒险家 - 谁曾经侵入其凹槽的第一和唯一的冒险家。
“厚和奇特的雾或烟雾,用以区别小阳春,而现在大量挂在所有对象,服务,毫无疑问,加深这些对象创建的模糊印象。如此密集是这样愉快的雾,我可以在任何时候看到的路径十几码在我面前。这条道路是曲折的过度,而太阳是看不见的,我很快就失去了在我远航的方向的念头。在此期间的吗啡具有其惯常效果 - 即enduing所有外界与感兴趣的强度的。在叶颤抖 - 在一片草叶的色调 - 在一个三叶草的形状 - 在蜜蜂的嗡嗡声 - 在一个dew-下​​降的声浪 - 在风的呼吸--in就是从森林微弱的气味 - 传来建议的整个宇宙 - 狂放和不成体系思想的同性恋和杂色的列车。
“忙着在此,我往前走了几个小时,在此期间,雾气在我周围加深如此​​之大,以至于在我的长度减少到的方式绝对摸索。现在,一种说不出的不安拥有我 - 一个物种紧张犹豫和震颤。我担心踩,免得我被沉淀到一些深渊。我记得,也怪故事讲述了这些衣衫褴褛山,和男人谁租户他们的木偶和洞穴的粗鲁和激烈的比赛。一千个模糊的幻想压迫和不安我 - 幻想的更令人痛心的,因为模糊。很突然我的注意力被一个鼓的响亮跳动逮捕。
“一看到这个怪物比相当放心的提高我的恐惧 - 因为我现在确信,我的梦想,并努力唤起自己要清醒的意识。我大胆地向前轻快加强。我揉了揉自己的眼睛。我大声叫。我掐我的四肢。水的小弹簧本身提出我的看法,在这里,弯腰,我沐浴我的手,我的头部和颈部。这似乎消散模棱两可的感觉,自那时让我生气。我站起身来,因为我认为,一个新的人,稳步和洋洋继续在我未知的方式。
“现在我赶紧站起来,在我的梦想将成为我不再任人可怕agitation--的状态。我看到了 - 我觉得我有我的感官完美的指挥 - 这些现在感觉带给我心灵的小说和奇异的感觉的世界。热变得一下子无法忍受。一个奇怪的气味加载的微风。低,连续性杂音,就像从充满了所产生的,而是轻轻流淌的河水,来到了我的耳朵,与众多的人声的奇特混合嗡嗡声。
“我发现自己在一个较高的山脚下,看着成一个广阔的平原,通过伤口雄伟的河流。在这条河的保证金站在东方前瞻性的城市,比如我们读的阿拉伯传说,而是一个性格更加奇异比任何有描述。从我的位置,这是远远高于城市的水平,我能感觉到它的每一个角落,仿佛在地图上划定。街道仿佛无数,并在所有方向上彼此交叉不规则,但被相当长的小巷蜿蜒的街道相比,与居民一拥而上绝。房屋被疯狂如画。每手阳台一片荒野,阳台的,尖塔,神龛,以及飞驰刻oriels。集贸市场比比皆是;并有丰富的展示无限的品种和丰富的商品 - 丝绸,薄织物上,最耀眼的餐具,最瑰丽珠宝和宝石。除了这些事情,被视为,在各方面,横幅和轿子,庄严与贵妇人密面纱,大象华丽caparisoned,偶像荒唐凿成,鼓,旗帜和锣鼓,矛,银和镀金锤窝。而在人群和喧嚣,和一般的复杂性和混乱 - 在一片黑色和黄色的男性万元,包着头巾和穿长袍,与流胡子,还有漫游圣圆角公牛的无数群众,而广大军团肮脏的,但神圣猿攀附,叽叽喳喳和尖叫,关于清真寺的飞檐,或抱定尖塔和oriels。从街上蜂拥到河岸边,有下降的步骤,从而导致洗浴场所无数的航班,而河流本身似乎强制困难的通道通过远播遇到其表面深深背负舰艇的舰队广阔。除了城市的极限出现,在频繁的雄伟组,手掌和可可,辽阔同龄的其他巨大而怪异的树木;在这里和那里可能被视为大米领域,农民的茅草小屋,一辆坦克,一个流浪的寺庙,一个吉卜赛营地,还是一个孤独的优雅少女服用她的方式,用在她的头上投手,到银行宏伟的河流。
“现在你会说,当然,我的梦想;但并非如此。我看到了什么 - 我所听到的 - 我觉得 - 我的想法 - 有关于它没有梦的明确无误的特质的。一切都经过严格的自洽的。起初,怀疑我是真的醒了,我进了一系列的测试,很快说服了我,我真的是。现在,当一个人的梦想,在梦想,怀疑他的梦想,怀疑永远不会失败,确认本身,卧铺几乎立即引起。因此,诺瓦利斯犯错误不说,“我们已经接近醒来的时候,我们的梦想,我们的梦想。”有视觉想到我,我形容它,没有我怀疑它作为一个梦想,那么梦想就可能完全一直,但是,发生的,因为它没有,并怀疑和测试,因为它是,我被迫下课它之中等现象“。
“现在一个新的对象占有了我的灵魂。我讲了几句匆匆,但精力充沛的话我的同伴,并在成功获得对他们几个给我的目的,提出从亭疯狂出击。我们冲在人群包围了。他们撤退,首先,摆在我们面前。他们团结一致,争取疯狂,再次回落。在此期间,我们从亭远承担,并且变得惶惑和高大,悬垂房子狭窄的街道之间纠结,到凹槽其中的太阳从来没有能够大放异彩。乌合之众浮躁压在我们身上,骚扰我们与他们的长矛,并与箭的飞行压倒我们。后面这些都是非常显着的,在某些方面类似于马来的扭动着短剑。他们被迫模仿爬行蛇的身体,长而黑,有毒害的倒钩。其中一人打我时右太阳穴。我一阵眩晕,跌倒了。一个瞬间的可怕疾病抓住我。我挣扎 - 我倒吸一口冷气 - 我死了“
当我说这些话,我当然希望从Bedloe在回答一些活泼的突破口;但是,我惊讶的是,他犹豫了一下,颤抖着,变成了可怕苍白和保持沉默。我看向邓普顿。他笔挺地坐在椅子上的刚性 - 他的牙齿格格作响,他的眼睛从眼窝凝视。 '继续!'他终于嘶哑的声音说Bedloe。
“对于许多分钟,”持续了后者,“我唯一的感悟 - 我唯一的感觉 - 是黑暗和虚无的,死亡的意识。终于,似乎有通过我的灵魂通过剧烈和突然的震动,仿佛电力。随之而来的弹性和光感。后者我觉得 - 没有锯。在一瞬间,我仿佛从地面升起。但我没有身体,没有视觉,听觉,或可触及的存在。人群已经离开。骚乱已经停止。这个城市是比较养神。下面我把我的尸体,在我的太阳穴,整个头部肿胀大大毁容和箭头。但是,所有这些东西我觉得 - 没有看到。我参加了没什么兴趣。连尸体似乎是一个无论在哪个我不关心。意志我什么都没有,但似乎在推动成运动,并且轻快掠过出城,通过折回我已经进入它迂回路径。当我获得了在我曾遇到鬣狗山山沟这一点上,我再次经历震荡作为原电池的;重量感,意志的,物质的,返回。我成了我原来的自我,我一心热切步回家的 - 但过去并没有失去的生动真实的 - 而不是现在,即使是一瞬间,我可以强迫我的理解把它当成一个梦想“。
我们看他所呈现的画面。我什么也没看到它非凡的性格;但其在Bedloe影响是巨大的。他差点晕倒,他凝视着。然而,这只不过是一个缩影肖像 - 一个奇迹般准确的,可以肯定的 - 他自己非常显着的特点。至少这是我的想法,我都把它。
“你会感觉到”,邓普顿,“这张照片的日期说的 - 它是在这里,几乎看不见,在这个角落 - 1780。今年是采取的肖像。这是一个死去的朋友的肖像 - 一个Oldeb先生 - 我向他们多了附着在加尔各答,沃伦·黑斯廷斯执政期间。当时我只有20岁。当我第一次见到你,Bedloe先生,在萨拉托加,这是它自己,这引起了我搭话你,征求你的友谊,带来这导致我成为您忠实的伙伴这些安排绘画之间存在的奇迹般的相似性。在实现这一点上,我被部分催促,也许主要是由死者的遗憾记忆,而且,在某种程度上,由不安,没有完全horrorless好奇尊重自己。
我们高兴地宣布AUGUSTUS BEDLO先生,绅士的举止和蔼,许多美德早已爱戴他夏洛茨维尔的公民死亡的痛苦的义务。
N.B .--夏洛茨维尔的有毒sangsue可始终从医用水蛭其黑度区分,特别是由它的扭动或蠕虫的运动,这非常接近类似那些蛇。
“权威 - ?不,”他回答。 “这是一个单纯的拼写错误。这个名字是与Bedlo电子,世界上所有的过去,我从来不知道它在我的生活,否则拼写“。
“那么,”我说mutteringly,当我转身时我的脚后跟“,那么的确它来传递一个事实是陌生人比小说 - 为Bedlo,没有电子商务,它是什么,但Oldeb交谈?而这个人告诉我这是一个拼写错误。“


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