A SEA VOYAGE

I sailed from Hamburg to London on a small steamer. There were two of us

passengers: I and a tiny monkey, a female of the ouistiti breed, which a

Hamburg merchant was sending as a gift to his English partner.

She was attached by a slender chain to one of the benches on the deck,

and threw herself about and squeaked plaintively, like a bird.

Every time I walked past she stretched out to me her black, cold little

hand, and gazed at me with her mournful, almost human little eyes.--I

took her hand, and she ceased to squeak and fling herself about.

There was a dead calm. The sea spread out around us in a motionless

mirror of leaden hue. It seemed small; a dense fog lay over it,

shrouding even the tips of the masts, and blinding and wearying the eyes

with its soft gloom. The sun hung like a dim red spot in this gloom; but

just before evening it became all aflame and glowed mysteriously and

strangely scarlet.

Long, straight folds, like the folds of heavy silken fabrics, flowed

away from the bow of the steamer, one after another, growing ever wider,

wrinkling and broadening, becoming smoother at last, swaying and

vanishing. The churned foam swirled under the monotonous beat of the

paddle-wheels; gleaming white like milk, and hissing faintly, it was

broken up into serpent-like ripples, and then flowed together at a

distance, and vanished likewise, swallowed up in the gloom.

A small bell at the stern jingled as incessantly and plaintively as the

squeaking cry of the monkey.

Now and then a seal came to the surface, and turning an abrupt

somersault, darted off beneath the barely-disturbed surface.

And the captain, a taciturn man with a surly, sunburned face, smoked a

short pipe and spat angrily into the sea, congealed in impassivity.

To all my questions he replied with an abrupt growl. I was compelled,

willy-nilly, to have recourse to my solitary fellow-traveller--the

monkey.

I sat down beside her; she ceased to whine, and again stretched out her

hand to me.

The motionless fog enveloped us both with a soporific humidity; and

equally immersed in one unconscious thought, we remained there side by

side, like blood-relatives.

A Reckless Character, and Other Stories · 第 144 / 152 题