首页 >出版文学> Theodore Roosevelt>第50章
  Whenwolf-huntinginTexas,andwhenbear-huntinginLouisianaandMississippi,Iwasnotonlyenthralledbythesport,butalsobythestrangenewbirdsandothercreatures,andthetreesandflowersIhadnotknownbefore。Bytheway,therewasonefeastattheWhiteHousewhichstandsaboveallothersinmymemory——evenabovethetimewhenI
  luredJoelChandlerHarristhitherforanight,adeedinwhichtotriumph,asallwhoknewthatinveteratelyshyreclusewilltestify。
  Thiswas“thebear-hunters’dinner。”Ihadbeentreatedsokindlybymyfriendsonthesehunts,andtheyweresuchfinefellows,menwhomI
  wassoproudtothinkofasAmericans,thatIsetmyheartonhavingthematahunters’dinnerattheWhiteHouse。OneDecemberI
  succeeded;thereweretwentyorthirtyofthem,alltold,asgoodhunters,asdaringriders,asfirst-classcitizensascouldbefoundanywhere;nofinersetofguestseversatatmeatintheWhiteHouse;
  andamongothergameonthetablewasablackbear,itselfcontributedbyoneofthesesameguests。
  WhenIfirstvisitedCalifornia,itwasmygoodfortunetoseethe“bigtrees。”theSequoias,andthentotraveldownintotheYosemite,withJohnMuir。OfcourseofallpeopleintheworldhewastheonewithwhomitwasbestworthwhilethustoseetheYosemite。HetoldmethatwhenEmersoncametoCaliforniahetriedtogethimtocomeoutandcampwithhim,forthatwastheonlywayinwhichtoseeattheirbestthemajestyandcharmoftheSierras。ButatthetimeEmersonwasgettingoldandcouldnotgo。JohnMuirmetmewithacoupleofpackersandtwomulestocarryourtent,bedding,andfoodforathreedays’trip。Thefirstnightwasclear,andwelaydowninthedarkeningaislesofthegreatSequoiagrove。Themajestictrunks,beautifulincolorandinsymmetry,roserounduslikethepillarsofamightiercathedralthaneverwasconceivedevenbythefervoroftheMiddleAges。Hermitthrushessangbeautifullyintheevening,andagain,withaburstofwonderfulmusic,atdawn。Iwasinterestedandalittlesurprisedtofindthat,unlikeJohnBurroughs,JohnMuircaredlittleforbirdsorbirdsongs,andknewlittleaboutthem。Thehermit-thrushesmeantnothingtohim,thetreesandtheflowersandthecliffseverything。Theonlybirdshenoticedorcaredforweresomethatwereveryconspicuous,suchasthewater-ousels——alwaysparticularfavoritesofminetoo。Thesecondnightwecampedinasnow-storm,ontheedgeofthecanyonwalls,underthespreadinglimbsofagroveofmightysilverfir;andnextdaywewentdownintothewonderlandofthevalleyitself。IshallalwaysbegladthatIwasintheYosemitewithJohnMuirandintheYellowstonewithJohnBurroughs。
  LikemostAmericansinterestedinbirdsandbooks,IknowagooddealaboutEnglishbirdsastheyappearinbooks。IknowthelarkofShakespeareandShelleyandtheEttrickShepherd;IknowthenightingaleofMiltonandKeats;IknowWordsworth’scuckoo;Iknowmavisandmerlesinginginthemerrygreenwoodoftheoldballads;I
  knowJennyWrenandCockRobinofthenurserybooks。ThereforeIhadalwaysmuchdesiredtohearthebirdsinreallife;andtheopportunityofferedinJune,1910,whenIspenttwoorthreeweeksinEngland。AsIcouldsnatchbutafewhoursfromaveryexcitingroundofpleasuresandduties,itwasnecessaryformetobewithsomecompanionwhocouldidentifybothsongandsinger。InSirEdwardGrey,akeenloverofoutdoorlifeinallitsphases,andadelightfulcompanion,whoknowsthesongsandwaysofEnglishbirdsasveryfewdoknowthem,Ifoundthebestpossibleguide。
  WeleftLondononthemorningofJune9,twenty-fourhoursbeforeI
  sailedfromSouthampton。GettingoffthetrainatBasingstoke,wedrovetothepretty,smilingvalleyoftheItchen。Herewetrampedforthreeorfourhours,thenagaindrove,thistimetotheedgeoftheNewForest,wherewefirsttookteaataninn,andthentrampedthroughtheforesttoaninnonitsotherside,atBrockenhurst。Attheconclusionofourwalkmycompanionmadealistofthebirdswehadseen,puttinganasterisk*oppositethosewhichwehadheardsing。Therewereforty-oneoftheformerandtwenty-threeofthelatter,asfollows:
  *Thrush,blackbird,lark,yellowhammer,robin,wren,
  golden-crestedwren,goldfinch,chaffinch,greenfinch,piedwagtail,sparrow,dunnockhedge,accentor,misselthrush,starling,rook,jackdaw,blackcap,gardenwarbler,willowwarbler,chiffchaff,woodwarbler,tree-creeper,reedbunting,
  sedgewarbler,coot,waterhen,littlegrebedabchick,tuftedduck,woodpigeon,stockdove,turtledove,peewit,tit?coal-tit,
  cuckoo,nightjar,swallow,martin,swift,pheasant,partridge。
  ThevalleyoftheItchenistypicallytheEnglandthatweknowfromnovelandstoryandessay。Itisverybeautifulineveryway,witharich,civilized,fertilebeauty——therapidbrooktwistingamongitsreedbeds,therichgreenoftreesandgrass,thestatelywoods,thegardensandfields,theexceedinglypicturesquecottages,thegreathandsomehousesstandingintheirparks。Birdswereplentiful;IknowbutfewplacesinAmericawhereonewouldseesuchanabundanceofindividuals,andIwasstruckbyseeingsuchlargebirdsascoots,waterhens,grebes,tuftedducks,pigeons,andpeewits。InplacesinAmericaasthicklysettledasthevalleyoftheItchen,Ishouldnotexpecttoseeanylikenumberofbirdsofthissize;butIhopethattheeffortsoftheAudubonsocietiesandkindredorganizationswillgraduallymakethemselvesfeltuntilitbecomesapointofhonornotonlywiththeAmericanman,butwiththeAmericansmallboy,toshieldandprotectallformsofharmlesswildlife。Truesportsmenshouldtaketheleadinsuchamovement,forifthereistobeanyshootingtheremustbesomethingtoshoot;theprimenecessityistokeep,andnotkillout,eventhebirdswhichinlegitimatenumbersmaybeshot。
  TheNewForestisawild,uninhabitedstretchofheathandwoodland,manyofthetreesgnarledandaged,anditsverywildness,thelackofcultivation,theruggedness,madeitstronglyattractiveinmyeyes,andsuggestedmyowncountry。ThebirdsofcourseweremuchlessplentifulthanbesidetheItchen。
  Thebirdthatmostimpressedmeonmywalkwastheblackbird。IhadalreadyheardnightingalesinabundancenearLakeComo,andhadalsolistenedtolarks,butIhadneverheardeithertheblackbird,thesongthrush,ortheblackcapwarbler;andwhileIknewthatallthreeweregoodsingers,Ididnotknowwhatreallybeautifulsingerstheywere。Blackbirdswereveryabundant,andtheyplayedaprominentpartinthechoruswhichweheardthroughoutthedayoneveryhand,thoughperhapsloudestthefollowingmorningatdawn。InitshabitsandmannerstheblackbirdstrikinglyresemblesourAmericanrobin,andindeedlooksexactlylikearobin,withayellowbillandcoal-blackplumage。Ithopseverywhereoverthelawns,justasourrobindoes,anditlivesandnestsinthegardensinthesamefashion。Itssonghasageneralresemblancetothatofourrobin,butmanyofthenotesarefarmoremusical,morelikethoseofourwoodthrush。Indeed,therewereindividualsamongthoseweheardcertainofwhosenotesseemedtomealmosttoequalinpointofmelodythechimesofthewoodthrush;andthehighestpossiblepraiseforanysong-birdistolikenitssongtothatofthewoodthrushorhermitthrush。Icertainlydonotthinkthattheblackbirdhasreceivedfulljusticeinthebooks。I
  knewthathewasasinger,butIreallyhadnoideahowfineasingerhewas。Isupposeoneofhistroubleshasbeenhisname,justaswithourowncatbird。Whenheappearsintheballadsasthemerle,bracketedwithhiscousinthemavis,thesongthrush,itisfareasiertorecognizehimasthemastersingerthatheis。ItisafinethingforEnglandtohavesuchanassetofthecountryside,abirdsocommon,somuchinevidence,sofearless,andsuchareallybeautifulsinger。
  Thethrushisafinesingertoo,abettersingerthanourAmericanrobin,buttomymindnotatthebestquiteasgoodastheblackbirdathisbest;althoughoftenIfounddifficultyintellingthesongofonefromthesongoftheother,especiallyifIonlyheardtwoorthreenotes。
  Thelarkswere,ofcourse,exceedinglyattractive。Itwasfascinatingtoseethemspringfromthegrass,circleupwards,steadilysingingandsoaringforseveralminutes,andthenreturntothepointwhencetheyhadstarted。Asmycompanionpointedout,theyexactlyfulfilledWordsworth’sdescription;theysoaredbutdidnotroam。Itisquiteimpossiblewhollytodifferentiateabird’svoicefromitshabitsandsurroundings。Althoughinthelark’ssongthereareoccasionalmusicalnotes,thesongasawholeisnotverymusical;butitissojoyous,buoyantandunbroken,andutteredundersuchconditionsasfullytoentitlethebirdtotheplaceheoccupieswithbothpoetandprosewriter。
  Themostmusicalsingerweheardwastheblackcapwarbler。Tomyearitssongseemedmoremusicalthanthatofthenightingale。Itwasastonishinglypowerfulforsosmallabird;involumeandcontinuityitdoesnotcomeuptothesongsofthethrushesandofcertainotherbirds,butinquality,asanisolatedbitofmelody,itcanhardlybesurpassed。
  Amongtheminorsingerstherobinwasnoticeable。Weallknowthisprettylittlebirdfromthebooks,andIwaspreparedtofindhimasfriendlyandattractiveasheprovedtobe,butIhadnotrealizedhowwellhesang。Itisnotaloudsong,butverymusicalandattractive,andthebirdissaidtosingpracticallyallthroughtheyear。Thesongofthewreninterestedmemuch,becauseitwasnotintheleastlikethatofourhousewren,but,onthecontrary,likethatofourwinterwren。Thethemeisthesameasthewinterwren’s,butthesongdidnotseemtometobeasbrilliantlymusicalasthatofthetinysingeroftheNorthWoods。Thesedgewarblersanginthethickreedsamockingventriloquiallay,whichremindedmeattimesofthelesspronouncedpartsofouryellow-breastedchat’ssong。Thecuckoo’scrywassingularlyattractiveandmusical,farmoresothantherolling,manytimesrepeated,noteofourrain-crow。
  WedidnotreachtheinnatBrockenhurstuntilaboutnineo’clock,justatnightfall,andafewminutesbeforethatweheardanightjar。
  Itdidnotsoundintheleastlikeeitherourwhip-poor-willorournight-hawk,utteringalong-continuedcallofoneortwosyllables,repeatedoverandover。Thechaffinchwasverymuchinevidence,continuallychauntingitsunimportantlittleditty。Iwaspleasedtoseethebold,masterfulmisselthrush,thestormcockasitisoftencalled;butthisbirdbreedsandsingsintheearlyspring,whentheweatherisstilltempestuous,andhadlongbeensilentwhenwesawit。
  Thestarlings,rooks,andjackdawsdidnotsing,andtheircallswereattractivemerelyasthecallsofourgracklesareattractive;andtheotherbirdsthatweheardsing,thoughtheyplayedtheirpartinthegeneralchorus,wereperformersofnoespecialnote,likeourtree-
  creepers,pinewarblers,andchippingsparrows。Thegreatspringchorushadalreadybeguntosubside,butthewoodsandfieldswerestillvocalwithbeautifulbirdmusic,thecountrywasverylovely,theinnascomfortableaspossible,andthebathandsupperveryenjoyableafterourtramp;andaltogetherIpassednopleasantertwenty-fourhoursduringmyentireEuropeantrip。
  Tendayslater,atSagamoreHill,Iwasamongmyownbirds,andwasmuchinterestedasIlistenedtoandlookedattheminrememberingthenotesandactionsofthebirdsIhadseeninEngland。OntheeveningofthefirstdayIsatinmyrocking-chaironthebroadveranda,lookingacrosstheSoundtowardsthegloryofthesunset。Thethicklygrassedhillsideslopeddowninfrontofmetoabeltofforestfromwhichrosethegolden,leisurelychimingofthewoodthrushes,chantingtheirvespers;throughthestillaircamethewarbleofvireoandtanager;andafternightfallweheardtheflightsongofanovenbirdfromthesamebeltoftimber。Overheadanoriolesangintheweepingelm,nowandthenbreakinghissongtoscoldlikeanovergrownwren。Song-sparrowsandcatbirdssangintheshrubbery;onerobinhadbuiltitsnestoverthefrontandoneoverthebackdoor,andtherewasachippy’snestinthewistariavinebythestoop。Duringthenexttwenty-fourhoursIsawandheard,eitherrightaroundthehouseorwhilewalkingdowntobathe,throughthewoods,thefollowingforty-