第7章让心灵去旅行(7)
&fishim,Ifeltthesamedampmthewormsidsawthedragonflyalightoipofmyrodasithoveredafewihesurfaceofthewater,itwasthearrivalofthisflythatebeyondanydoubtthateverythingwasasitalwayshadbeen,thattheyearswereamirageandtherehadbeehesmallwaveswerethesame,gtherowboatuheaswefishedatandtheboatwasthesameboat,thesamecreenandtheribsbrokeninthesamepladerthefloor,boardsthesamefresh-waterleavihedeadhellgrammite,thewispsofmoss,therustydiscardedfishhook,thedriedbloodfromyesterday'scatch。Westaredsilentlyatthetipsofourrods,atthedragodweipofmihewater,tentatively,pensivelydislodgingthefly,whichdartedtoised,dartedtwofeetbadcametaiheruptherod。Therehadbeeweenthedugonflyaheroastofmemory。Ilookedattheboy,whowassilentlywatghisfly,anditwasmyhandsthatheldhisrod,myeyeswatg。Ifeltdizzyanddidn'tknowwhichrodIwasattheendof。
&wobass,haulingtheminbrisklyasthoughtheyullihesideoftheboatinabusinesslikemaanylauhablowonthebackofthehead。Whebabeforelunch,thelakewasexactlywherewehadleftit,thesamenumberofihedodtherewasosuggestiohisseemedanutterlyehislakeyoucouldleavetoitsowndevicesforafewhoursao,andfindthatithadhistandtrustworthybodyofwater。Intheshallows,thedark,water-soakedstidtwigs,smoothandold,wereundulatingihebottomagainsttheribbedsand,araussellain。Asinnowsswamby,eaowwithitssmallindividualshadow,doubliendance,sodsharpi。Someoftheothercamperswereinswimming,alongtheshore,ohacakeofsoap,aerfeltthinanddunsubstaheyearstherehadbeehthecakeofsoap,thiscultist,aherehadbeennoyears。
Uptothefarmhouseththeteeming,dustyfield,theroadunderoursneakerswasonlyatwo-traiddletrackwasmissihthemarksofthehoovesachesofdried,flakymaherehadalwaysbeeoingwhichtracktowalkin,nowthechoiarroo。Foramomeerriblythemiddlealterheastthetennisdsomethingaboutthewayitlaythereinthesuhetapehadloosehebae,thealleysweregreenwithplantainsandotherweeds,aalledinJuneaember)saggedinthedrynoon,andthewholeplacesteamedwithmiddayheatandhuiherewasachoiceofpiefordessert,andonewasblueberryandonele,aresseswerethesametrygirls,therehavingbeenime,onlytheillusionofitasiairesseswerestillfifteen;theirhairhadbeewastheoheyhadbeentothemoviesaheprettygirlswiththehair。
&ime,ohsummertime,patternoflifeihefade-prooflake,thewoodsuhepasturewiththesweetfernandthejuniperforever,andever,summerwithoutend;thiswasthebad,andthelifealongtheshorewasthedesigagerswiththeiriraheirtinydockswiththeflagpoleandtheAmeriflagfloatingagaiethebluesky,thelittlepathsovertherootsofthetreesleadingfrompahsleadingbacktotheouthousesandtheef,andatthesouvehestoretheminiaturebirch-barkdthepostcardsthatshowedthingslookingalittlebetterthantheylooked。ThiswastheAmerifamilyatplay,esgthecityheat,wwhetherthehecampattheheadofthecovewere"on"or";,wwhetheritwastruethatthepeoplewhodroveupforSuhefarmhousewereturnedawaybecausetherewasn'tenough。
&ome,asIkeptrememberingallthis,thatthosetimesandthosesummershadbeeninfinitelypredw。Therehadbeenjollityandpeadgoodhearriving(atthebeginningofAugust)hadbeensobigabusiself,attherailwaystationdrawsmellofthepihefirstglimpseofthesmilihegreatimportarunksandyourfather'senormousauthorityinsuchmatters,ahewagonunderyten-milehaul,ahelastlonghillgthefirstviewofthelakeafterelevenmonthsofhischerishedbodyofwater。Theshoutsaheothercamperswhentheysawyou,aobeuogiveuptheirri。(Arriviingnowadays,whenyousneakedupinyourdparkedituhedtookoutthebagsaesitwasallover,nofuss,noloudwonderfulfussabouttrunks。)