the uncommercial traveller- 第68部分

With　the　wise　boy　…　whom　I　know　by　no　other　name　than　the　Spirit　of

the　Fort　…　I　recently　consorted　on　a　breezy　day　when　the　river

leaped　about　us　and　was　full　of　life。　　I　had　seen　the　sheaved　corn

carrying　in　the　golden　fields　as　I　came　down　to　the　river；　and　the

rosy　farmer；　watching　his　labouring…men　in　the　saddle　on　his　cob；

had　told　me　how　he　had　reaped　his　two　hundred　and　sixty　acres　of

long…strawed　corn　last　week；　and　how　a　better　week's　work　he　had

never　done　in　all　his　days。　　Peace　and　abundance　were　on　the

country…side　in　beautiful　forms　and　beautiful　colours；　and　the

harvest　seemed　even　to　be　sailing　out　to　grace　the　never…reaped　sea

in　the　yellow…laden　barges　that　mellowed　the　distance。



It　was　on　this　occasion　that　the　Spirit　of　the　Fort；　directing　his

remarks　to　a　certain　floating　iron　battery　lately　lying　in　that

reach　of　the　river；　enriched　my　mind　with　his　opinions　on　naval

architecture；　and　informed　me　that　he　would　like　to　be　an　engineer。

I　found　him　up　to　everything　that　is　done　in　the　contracting　line

by　Messrs。　Peto　and　Brassey　…　cunning　in　the　article　of　concrete　…

mellow　in　the　matter　of　iron　…　great　on　the　subject　of　gunnery。

When　he　spoke　of　pile…driving　and　sluice…making；　he　left　me　not　a

leg　to　stand　on；　and　I　can　never　sufficiently　acknowledge　his

forbearance　with　me　in　my　disabled　state。　　While　he　thus

discoursed；　he　several　times　directed　his　eyes　to　one　distant

quarter　of　the　landscape；　and　spoke　with　vague　mysterious　awe　of

'the　Yard。'　　Pondering　his　lessons　after　we　had　parted；　I　bethought

me　that　the　Yard　was　one　of　our　large　public　Dockyards；　and　that　it

lay　hidden　among　the　crops　down　in　the　dip　behind　the　windmills；　as

if　it　modestly　kept　itself　out　of　view　in　peaceful　times；　and

sought　to　trouble　no　man。　　Taken　with　this　modesty　on　the　part　of

the　Yard；　I　resolved　to　improve　the　Yard's　acquaintance。



My　good　opinion　of　the　Yard's　retiring　character　was　not　dashed　by

nearer　approach。　　It　resounded　with　the　noise　of　hammers　beating

upon　iron；　and　the　great　sheds　or　slips　under　which　the　mighty　men…

of…war　are　built；　loomed　business…like　when　contemplated　from　the

opposite　side　of　the　river。　　For　all　that；　however；　the　Yard　made

no　display；　but　kept　itself　snug　under　hill…sides　of　corn…fields；

hop…gardens；　and　orchards；　its　great　chimneys　smoking　with　a　quiet

…　almost　a　lazy　…　air；　like　giants　smoking　tobacco；　and　the　great

Shears　moored　off　it；　looking　meekly　and　inoffensively　out　of

proportion；　like　the　Giraffe　of　the　machinery　creation。　　The　store

of　cannon　on　the　neighbouring　gun…wharf；　had　an　innocent　toy…like

appearance；　and　the　one　red…coated　sentry　on　duty　over　them　was　a

mere　toy　figure；　with　a　clock…work　movement。　　As　the　hot　sunlight

sparkled　on　him　he　might　have　passed　for　the　identical　little　man

who　had　the　little　gun；　and　whose　bullets　they　were　made　of　lead；

lead；　lead。



Crossing　the　river　and　landing　at　the　Stairs；　where　a　drift　of

chips　and　weed　had　been　trying　to　land　before　me　and　had　not

succeeded；　but　had　got　into　a　corner　instead；　I　found　the　very

street　posts　to　be　cannon；　and　the　architectural　ornaments　to　be

shells。　　And　so　I　came　to　the　Yard；　which　was　shut　up　tight　and

strong　with　great　folded　gates；　like　an　enormous　patent　safe。

These　gates　devouring　me；　I　became　digested　into　the　Yard；　and　it

had；　at　first；　a　clean…swept　holiday　air；　as　if　it　had　given　over

work　until　next　war…time。　　Though　indeed　a　quantity　of　hemp　for

rope　was　tumbling　out　of　store…houses；　even　there；　which　would

hardly　be　lying　like　so　much　hay　on　the　white　stones　if　the　Yard

were　as　placid　as　it　pretended。



Ding；　Clash；　Dong；　BANG；　Boom；　Rattle；　Clash；　BANG；　Clink；　BANG；

Dong；　BANG；　Clatter；　BANG　BANG　BANG！　　What　on　earth　is　this！　　This

is；　or　soon　will　be；　the　Achilles；　iron　armour…plated　ship。　　Twelve

hundred　men　are　working　at　her　now；　twelve　hundred　men　working　on

stages　over　her　sides；　over　her　bows；　over　her　stern；　under　her

keel；　between　her　decks；　down　in　her　hold；　within　her　and　without；

crawling　and　creeping　into　the　finest　curves　of　her　lines　wherever

it　is　possible　for　men　to　twist。　　Twelve　hundred　hammerers；

measurers；　caulkers；　armourers；　forgers；　smiths；　shipwrights；

twelve　hundred　dingers；　clashers；　dongers；　rattlers；　clinkers；

bangers　bangers　bangers！　　Yet　all　this　stupendous　uproar　around　the

rising　Achilles　is　as　nothing　to　the　reverberations　with　which　the

perfected　Achilles　shall　resound　upon　the　dreadful　day　when　the

full　work　is　in　hand　for　which　this　is　but　note　of　preparation　…

the　day　when　the　scuppers　that　are　now　fitting　like　great；　dry；

thirsty　conduit…pipes；　shall　run　red。　　All　these　busy　figures

between　decks；　dimly　seen　bending　at　their　work　in　smoke　and　fire；

are　as　nothing　to　the　figures　that　shall　do　work　here　of　another

kind　in　smoke　and　fire；　that　day。　　These　steam…worked　engines

alongside；　helping　the　ship　by　travelling　to　and　fro；　and　wafting

tons　of　iron　plates　about；　as　though　they　were　so　many　leaves　of

trees；　would　be　rent　limb　from　limb　if　they　stood　by　her　for　a

minute　then。　　To　think　that　this　Achilles；　monstrous　compound　of

iron　tank　and　oaken　chest；　can　ever　swim　or　roll！　　To　think　that

any　force　of　wind　and　wave　could　ever　break　her！　　To　think　that

wherever　I　see　a　glowing　red…hot　iron　point　thrust　out　of　her　side

from　within　…　as　I　do　now；　there；　and　there；　and　there！　…　and　two

watching　men　on　a　stage　without；　with　bared　arms　and　sledge…

hammers；　strike　at　it　fiercely；　and　repeat　their　blows　until　it　is

black　and　flat；　I　see　a　rivet　being　driven　home；　of　which　there　are

many　in　every　iron　plate；　and　thousands　upon　thousands　in　the　ship！

To　think　that　the　difficulty　I　experience　in　appreciating　the

ship's　size　when　I　am　on　board；　arises　from　her　being　a　series　of

iron　tanks　and　oaken　chests；　so　that　internally　she　is　ever

finishing　and　ever　beginning；　and　half　of　her　might　be　smashed；　and

yet　the　remaining　half　suffice　and　be　sound。　　Then；　to　go　over　the

side　again　and　down　among　the　ooze　and　wet　to　the　bottom　of　the

dock；　in　the　depths　of　the　subterranean　forest　of　dog…shores　and

stays　that　hold　her　up；　and　to　see　the　immense　mass　bulging　out

against　the　upper　light；　and　tapering　down　towards　me；　is；　with

great　pains　and　much　clambering；　to　arrive　at　an　impossibility　of

realising　that　this　is　a　ship　at　all；　and　to　become　possessed　by

the　fancy　that　it　is　an　enormous　immovable　edifice　set　up　in　an

ancient　amphitheatre　（say；　that　at　Verona）；　and　almost　filling　it！

Yet　what　would　even　these　things　be；　without　the　tributary

workshops　and　the　mechanical　powers　for　piercing　the　iron　plates　…

four　inches　and　a　half　thick　…　for　rivets；　shaping　them　under

hydraulic　pressure　to　the　finest　tapering　turns　of　the　ship's

lines；　and　paring　them　away；　with　knives　shaped　like　the　beaks　of

strong　and　cruel　birds；　to　the　nicest　requirements　of　the　design！

These　machines　of　tremendous　force；　so　easily　directed　by　one

attentive　face　and　presiding　hand；　seem　to　me　to　have　in　them

something　of　the　retiring　character　of　the　Yard。　　'Obedient

monster；　please　to　bite　this　mass　of　iron　through　and　through；　at

equal　distances；　where　these　regular　chalk…marks　are；　all　round。'

Monster　looks　at　its　work；　and　lifting　its　ponderous　head；　replies；

'I　don't　particularly　want　to　do　it；　but　if　it　must　be　done　…　！'

The　solid　metal　wriggles　out；　hot　from　the　monster's　crunching

tooth；　and　it　IS　done。　　'Dutiful　monster；　observe　this　other　mass

of　iron。　　It　is　required　to　be　pared　away；　according　to　this

delicately　lessening　and　arbitrary　line；　which　please　to　look　at。'

Monster　（who　has　been　in　a　reverie）　brings　down　its　blunt　head；

and；　much　in　the　manner　of　Doctor　Johnson；　closely　looks　along　the

line　…　very　closely；　being　somewhat　near…sighted。　　'I　don't

particularly　want　to　do　it；　but　if　it　must　be　done　…　！'　　Monster

takes　another　near…sighted　look；　takes　aim；　and　the　tortured　piece

writhes　off；　and　falls；　a　hot；　tight…twisted　snake；　among　the

ashes。　　The　making　of　the　rivets　is　merely　a　pretty　round　game；

played　by　a　man　and　a　boy；　who　put　red…hot　barley　sugar　in　a　Pope

Joan　board；　and　immediately　rivets　fall　out　of　window；　but　the　tone

of　the　great　machines　is　the　tone　of　the　great　Yard　and　the　great

country：　　'We　don't　particularly　want　to　do　it；　but　if　it　must　be

done　…　！'



How　such　a　prodigious　mass　as　the　Achilles　can　ever　be　held　by　such

comparatively　little　anchors　as　those　intended　for　her　and　lying

near　her　here；　is　a　mystery　of　seamanship　which　I　will　refer　to　the

wise　boy。　　For　my　own　part；　I　should　as　soon　have　thought　of

tethering　an　elephant　to　a　tent…peg；　or　the　larger　hippopotamus　in

the　Zoological　Gardens　to　my　shirt…pin。　　Yonder　in　the　river；

alongside　a　hulk；　lie　two　of　this　ship's　hollow　iron　masts。　　THEY

are　large　enough　for　the　eye；　I　find；　and　so　are　all　her　other

appliances。　　I　wonder　why　only　her　anchors　look　small。



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