When considered in detail by Mr. Flushing and Mrs. Ambrosethe expedition proved neither dangerous nor difficult.
They found also that it was not even unusual. Every year at thisseason English people made parties which steamed a short way upthe river, landed, and looked at the native village, bought a certainnumber of things from the natives, and returned again withoutdamage done to mind or body. When it was discovered that sixpeople really wished the same thing the arrangements were soon carried out.
Since the time of Elizabeth very few people had seen the river,and nothing has been done to change its appearance from what itwas to the eyes of the Elizabethan voyagers. The time of Elizabethwas only distant from the present time by a moment of spacecompared with the ages which had passed since the water had runbetween those banks, and the green thickets1 swarmed2 there,and the small trees had grown to huge wrinkled trees in solitude4.
Changing only with the change of the sun and the clouds, the wavinggreen mass had stood there for century after century, and the waterhad run between its banks ceaselessly, sometimes washing awayearth and sometimes the branches of trees, while in other partsof the world one town had risen upon the ruins of another town,and the men in the towns had become more and more articulateand unlike each other. A few miles of this river were visiblefrom the top of the mountain where some weeks before the partyfrom the hotel had picnicked. Susan and Arthur had seen it as theykissed each other, and Terence and Rachel as they sat talkingabout Richmond, and Evelyn and Perrott as they strolled about,imagining that they were great captains sent to colonise the world.
They had seen the broad blue mark across the sand where it flowedinto the sea, and the green cloud of trees mass themselves about itfarther up, and finally hide its waters altogether from sight.
At intervals5 for the first twenty miles or so houses were scatteredon the bank; by degrees the houses became huts, and, later still,there was neither hut nor house, but trees and grass, which wereseen only by hunters, explorers, or merchants, marching or sailing,but making no settlement.
By leaving Santa Marina early in the morning, driving twentymiles and riding eight, the party, which was composed finallyof six English people, reached the river-side as the night fell.
They came cantering through the trees--Mr. and Mrs. Flushing,Helen Ambrose, Rachel, Terence, and St. John. The tired littlehorses then stopped automatically, and the English dismounted.
Mrs. Flushing strode to the river-bank in high spirits. The day hadbeen long and hot, but she had enjoyed the speed and the open air;she had left the hotel which she hated, and she found the companyto her liking6. The river was swirling7 past in the darkness;they could just distinguish the smooth moving surface of the water,and the air was full of the sound of it. They stood in an emptyspace in the midst of great tree-trunks, and out there a little greenlight moving slightly up and down showed them where the steamer layin which they were to embark8.
When they all stood upon its deck they found that it was a verysmall boat which throbbed9 gently beneath them for a few minutes,and then shoved smoothly10 through the water. They seemed to bedriving into the heart of the night, for the trees closed infront of them, and they could hear all round them the rustlingof leaves. The great darkness had the usual effect of taking awayall desire for communication by making their words sound thinand small; and, after walking round the deck three or four times,they clustered together, yawning deeply, and looking at the same spotof deep gloom on the banks. Murmuring very low in the rhythmicaltone of one oppressed by the air, Mrs. Flushing began to wonderwhere they were to sleep, for they could not sleep downstairs,they could not sleep in a doghole smelling of oil, they could notsleep on deck, they could not sleep--She yawned profoundly. It wasas Helen had foreseen; the question of nakedness had risen already,although they were half asleep, and almost invisible to each other.
With St. John's help she stretched an awning11, and persuadedMrs. Flushing that she could take off her clothes behind this,and that no one would notice if by chance some part of her which hadbeen concealed12 for forty-five years was laid bare to the human eye.
Mattresses were thrown down, rugs provided, and the three womenlay near each other in the soft open air.
The gentlemen, having smoked a certain number of cigarettes,dropped the glowing ends into the river, and looked for a time atthe ripples13 wrinkling the black water beneath them, undressed too,and lay down at the other end of the boat. They were very tired,and curtained from each other by the darkness. The light from onelantern fell upon a few ropes, a few planks14 of the deck, and the railof the boat, but beyond that there was unbroken darkness, no lightreached their faces, or the trees which were massed on the sidesof the river.
Soon Wilfrid Flushing slept, and Hirst slept. Hewet alone lay awakelooking straight up into the sky. The gentle motion and the blackshapes that were drawn15 ceaselessly across his eyes had the effectof making it impossible for him to think. Rachel's presence so nearhim lulled16 thought asleep. Being so near him, only a few paces offat the other end of the boat, she made it as impossible for himto think about her as it would have been impossible to see her if shehad stood quite close to him, her forehead against his forehead.
In some strange way the boat became identified with himself, and justas it would have been useless for him to get up and steer17 the boat,so was it useless for him to struggle any longer with the irresistibleforce of his own feelings. He was drawn on and on away from allhe knew, slipping over barriers and past landmarks18 into unknownwaters as the boat glided19 over the smooth surface of the river.
In profound peace, enveloped20 in deeper unconsciousness than had beenhis for many nights, he lay on deck watching the tree-tops changetheir position slightly against the sky, and arch themselves,and sink and tower huge, until he passed from seeing them intodreams where he lay beneath the shadow of the vast trees, looking upinto the sky.
When they woke next morning they had gone a considerable way upthe river; on the right was a high yellow bank of sand tuftedwith trees, on the left a swamp quivering with long reeds and tallbamboos on the top of which, swaying slightly, perched vivid greenand yellow birds. The morning was hot and still. After breakfast theydrew chairs together and sat in an irregular semicircle in the bow.
An awning above their heads protected them from the heat of the sun,and the breeze which the boat made aired them softly. Mrs. Flushingwas already dotting and striping her canvas, her head jerking thisway and that with the action of a bird nervously21 picking up grain;the others had books or pieces of paper or embroidery22 on their knees,at which they looked fitfully and again looked at the river ahead.
At one point Hewet read part of a poem aloud, but the number ofmoving things entirely23 vanquished24 his words. He ceased to read,and no one spoke25. They moved on under the shelter of the trees.
There was now a covey of red birds feeding on one of the little isletsto the left, or again a blue-green parrot flew shrieking26 from treeto tree. As they moved on the country grew wilder and wilder.
The trees and the undergrowth seemed to be strangling each othernear the ground in a multitudinous wrestle27; while here and therea splendid tree towered high above the swarm3, shaking its thin greenumbrellas lightly in the upper air. Hewet looked at his books again.
The morning was peaceful as the night had been, only it was verystrange because he could see it was light, and he could see Racheland hear her voice and be near to her. He felt as if he were waiting,as if somehow he were stationary28 among things that passed over himand around him, voices, people's bodies, birds, only Rachel toowas waiting with him. He looked at her sometimes as if she mustknow that they were waiting together, and being drawn on together,without being able to offer any resistance. Again he read fromhis book:
Whoever you are holding me now in your hand,Without one thing all will be useless.
A bird gave a wild laugh, a monkey chuckled29 a malicious30 question,and, as fire fades in the hot sunshine, his words flickered31 and went out.
By degrees as the river narrowed, and the high sandbanks fellto level ground thickly grown with trees, the sounds of the forestcould be heard. It echoed like a hall. There were sudden cries;and then long spaces of silence, such as there are in a cathedralwhen a boy's voice has ceased and the echo of it still seemsto haunt about the remote places of the roof. Once Mr. Flushingrose and spoke to a sailor, and even announced that some timeafter luncheon32 the steamer would stop, and they could walk a littleway through the forest.
"There are tracks all through the trees there," he explained.
"We're no distance from civilisation33 yet."He scrutinised his wife's painting. Too polite to praise it openly,he contented34 himself with cutting off one half of the picturewith one hand, and giving a flourish in the air with the other.
"God!" Hirst exclaimed, staring straight ahead. "Don't you thinkit's amazingly beautiful?""Beautiful?" Helen enquired35. It seemed a strange little word,and Hirst and herself both so small that she forgot to answer him.
Hewet felt that he must speak.
"That's where the Elizabethans got their style," he mused,staring into the profusion36 of leaves and blossoms and prodigious37 fruits.
"Shakespeare? I hate Shakespeare!" Mrs. Flushing exclaimed;and Wilfrid returned admiringly, "I believe you're the only personwho dares to say that, Alice." But Mrs. Flushing went on painting.
She did not appear to attach much value to her husband's compliment,and painted steadily38, sometimes muttering a half-audible wordor groan39.
The morning was now very hot.
"Look at Hirst!" Mr. Flushing whispered. His sheet of paperhad slipped on to the deck, his head lay back, and he drew a longsnoring breath.
Terence picked up the sheet of paper and spread it out before Rachel.
It was a continuation of the poem on God which he had begunin the chapel40, and it was so indecent that Rachel did notunderstand half of it although she saw that it was indecent.
Hewet began to fill in words where Hirst had left spaces,but he soon ceased; his pencil rolled on deck. Gradually theyapproached nearer and nearer to the bank on the right-hand side,so that the light which covered them became definitely green,falling through a shade of green leaves, and Mrs. Flushing set asideher sketch41 and stared ahead of her in silence. Hirst woke up;they were then called to luncheon, and while they ate it,the steamer came to a standstill a little way out from the bank.
The boat which was towed behind them was brought to the side,and the ladies were helped into it.
For protection against boredom42, Helen put a book of memoirs43 beneathher arm, and Mrs. Flushing her paint-box, and, thus equipped,they allowed themselves to be set on shore on the verge44 of the forest.
They had not strolled more than a few hundred yards along the trackwhich ran parallel with the river before Helen professed45 to findit was unbearably46 hot. The river breeze had ceased, and a hotsteamy atmosphere, thick with scents47, came from the forest.
"I shall sit down here," she announced, pointing to the trunk of a treewhich had fallen long ago and was now laced across and across by creepersand thong-like brambles. She seated herself, opened her parasol,and looked at the river which was barred by the stems of trees.
She turned her back to the trees which disappeared in black shadowbehind her.
"I quite agree," said Mrs. Flushing, and proceeded to undo49 herpaint-box. Her husband strolled about to select an interestingpoint of view for her. Hirst cleared a space on the ground byHelen's side, and seated himself with great deliberation, as if hedid not mean to move until he had talked to her for a long time.
Terence and Rachel were left standing50 by themselves without occupation.
Terence saw that the time had come as it was fated to come,but although he realised this he was completely calm and masterof himself. He chose to stand for a few moments talking to Helen,and persuading her to leave her seat. Rachel joined him tooin advising her to come with them.
"Of all the people I've ever met," he said, "you're the least adventurous51.
You might be sitting on green chairs in Hyde Park. Are yougoing to sit there the whole afternoon? Aren't you going to walk?""Oh, no," said Helen, "one's only got to use one's eye.
There's everything here--everything," she repeated in a drowsytone of voice. "What will you gain by walking?""You'll be hot and disagreeable by tea-time, we shall be cool and sweet,"put in Hirst. Into his eyes as he looked up at them had come yellowand green reflections from the sky and the branches, robbing themof their intentness, and he seemed to think what he did not say.
It was thus taken for granted by them both that Terence and Rachelproposed to walk into the woods together; with one look at eachother they turned away.
"Good-bye!" cried Rachel.
"Good-by. Beware of snakes," Hirst replied. He settled himselfstill more comfortably under the shade of the fallen tree andHelen's figure. As they went, Mr. Flushing called after them,"We must start in an hour. Hewet, please remember that. An hour."Whether made by man, or for some reason preserved by nature,there was a wide pathway striking through the forest at rightangles to the river. It resembled a drive in an English forest,save that tropical bushes with their sword-like leaves grew atthe side, and the ground was covered with an unmarked springymoss instead of grass, starred with little yellow flowers.
As they passed into the depths of the forest the light grew dimmer,and the noises of the ordinary world were replaced by those creakingand sighing sounds which suggest to the traveller in a forest that heis walking at the bottom of the sea. The path narrowed and turned;it was hedged in by dense52 creepers which knotted tree to tree,and burst here and there into star-shaped crimson53 blossoms.
The sighing and creaking up above were broken every now and thenby the jarring cry of some startled animal. The atmosphere was closeand the air came at them in languid puffs54 of scent48. The vast greenlight was broken here and there by a round of pure yellow sunlightwhich fell through some gap in the immense umbrella of green above,and in these yellow spaces crimson and black butterflies were circlingand settling. Terence and Rachel hardly spoke.
Not only did the silence weigh upon them, but they were both unableto frame any thoughts. There was something between them which had to bespoken55 of. One of them had to begin, but which of them was it to be?
Then Hewet picked up a red fruit and threw it as high as he could.
When it dropped, he would speak. They heard the flapping ofgreat wings; they heard the fruit go pattering through the leavesand eventually fall with a thud. The silence was again profound.
"Does this frighten you?" Terence asked when the sound of the fruitfalling had completely died away.
"No," she answered. "I like it."She repeated "I like it." She was walking fast, and holding herselfmore erect56 than usual. There was another pause.
"You like being with me?" Terence asked.
"Yes, with you," she replied.
He was silent for a moment. Silence seemed to have fallen uponthe world.
"That is what I have felt ever since I knew you," he replied.
"We are happy together." He did not seem to be speaking, or sheto be hearing.
"Very happy," she answered.
They continued to walk for some time in silence. Their stepsunconsciously quickened.
"We love each other," Terence said.
"We love each other," she repeated.
The silence was then broken by their voices which joined in tonesof strange unfamiliar57 sound which formed no words. Faster andfaster they walked; simultaneously58 they stopped, clasped each otherin their arms, then releasing themselves, dropped to the earth.
They sat side by side. Sounds stood out from the background makinga bridge across their silence; they heard the swish of the treesand some beast croaking59 in a remote world.
"We love each other," Terence repeated, searching into her face.
Their faces were both very pale and quiet, and they said nothing.
He was afraid to kiss her again. By degrees she drew close to him,and rested against him. In this position they sat for some time.
She said "Terence" once; he answered "Rachel.""Terrible--terrible," she murmured after another pause,but in saying this she was thinking as much of the persistentchurning of the water as of her own feeling. On and on it wentin the distance, the senseless and cruel churning of the water.
She observed that the tears were running down Terence's cheeks.
The next movement was on his part. A very long time seemedto have passed. He took out his watch.
"Flushing said an hour. We've been gone more than half an hour.""And it takes that to get back," said Rachel. She raised herselfvery slowly. When she was standing up she stretched her armsand drew a deep breath, half a sigh, half a yawn. She appearedto be very tired. Her cheeks were white. "Which way?" she asked.
"There," said Terence.
They began to walk back down the mossy path again. The sighing andcreaking continued far overhead, and the jarring cries of animals.
The butterflies were circling still in the patches of yellow sunlight.
At first Terence was certain of his way, but as they walked hebecame doubtful. They had to stop to consider, and then to returnand start once more, for although he was certain of the directionof the river he was not certain of striking the point where theyhad left the others. Rachel followed him, stopping where he stopped,turning where he turned, ignorant of the way, ignorant why he stoppedor why he turned.
"I don't want to be late," he said, "because--" He put a flower intoher hand and her fingers closed upon it quietly. "We're so late--so late--so horribly late," he repeated as if he were talkingin his sleep. "Ah--this is right. We turn here."They found themselves again in the broad path, like the drive inthe English forest, where they had started when they left the others.
They walked on in silence as people walking in their sleep,and were oddly conscious now and again of the mass of their bodies.
Then Rachel exclaimed suddenly, "Helen!"In the sunny space at the edge of the forest they saw Helenstill sitting on the tree-trunk, her dress showing very whitein the sun, with Hirst still propped60 on his elbow by her side.
They stopped instinctively61. At the sight of other people they couldnot go on. They stood hand in hand for a minute or two in silence.
They could not bear to face other people.
"But we must go on," Rachel insisted at last, in the curious dulltone of voice in which they had both been speaking, and with agreat effort they forced themselves to cover the short distancewhich lay between them and the pair sitting on the tree-trunk.
As they approached, Helen turned round and looked at them.
She looked at them for some time without speaking, and when theywere close to her she said quietly:
"Did you meet Mr. Flushing? He has gone to find you. He thoughtyou must be lost, though I told him you weren't lost."Hirst half turned round and threw his head back so that he lookedat the branches crossing themselves in the air above him.
"Well, was it worth the effort?" he enquired dreamily.
Hewet sat down on the grass by his side and began to fan himself.
Rachel had balanced herself near Helen on the end of the tree trunk.
"Very hot," she said.
"You look exhausted62 anyhow," said Hirst.
"It's fearfully close in those trees," Helen remarked, picking upher book and shaking it free from the dried blades of grasswhich had fallen between the leaves. Then they were all silent,looking at the river swirling past in front of them between thetrunks of the trees until Mr. Flushing interrupted them. He brokeout of the trees a hundred yards to the left, exclaiming sharply:
"Ah, so you found the way after all. But it's late--much laterthan we arranged, Hewet."He was slightly annoyed, and in his capacity as leader of the expedition,inclined to be dictatorial63. He spoke quickly, using curiously64 sharp,meaningless words.
"Being late wouldn't matter normally, of course," he said,"but when it's a question of keeping the men up to time--"He gathered them together and made them come down to the river-bank,where the boat was waiting to row them out to the steamer.
The heat of the day was going down, and over their cups of teathe Flushings tended to become communicative. It seemed toTerence as he listened to them talking, that existence now wenton in two different layers. Here were the Flushings talking,talking somewhere high up in the air above him, and he and Rachelhad dropped to the bottom of the world together. But with somethingof a child's directness, Mrs. Flushing had also the instinct whichleads a child to suspect what its elders wish to keep hidden.
She fixed65 Terence with her vivid blue eyes and addressed herselfto him in particular. What would he do, she wanted to know,if the boat ran upon a rock and sank.
"Would you care for anythin' but savin' yourself? Should I?
No, no," she laughed, "not one scrap--don't tell me. There's onlytwo creatures the ordinary woman cares about," she continued,"her child and her dog; and I don't believe it's even two with men.
One reads a lot about love--that's why poetry's so dull.
But what happens in real life, he? It ain't love!" she cried.
Terence murmured something unintelligible66. Mr. Flushing,however, had recovered his urbanity. He was smoking a cigarette,and he now answered his wife.
"You must always remember, Alice," he said, "that your upbringingwas very unnatural--unusual, I should say. They had no mother,"he explained, dropping something of the formality of his tone;"and a father--he was a very delightful67 man, I've no doubt,but he cared only for racehorses and Greek statues. Tell them aboutthe bath, Alice.""In the stable-yard," said Mrs. Flushing. "Covered with ice in winter.
We had to get in; if we didn't, we were whipped. The strongones lived--the others died. What you call survival of the fittest--a most excellent plan, I daresay, if you've thirteen children!""And all this going on in the heart of England,in the nineteenth century!" Mr. Flushing exclaimed, turning to Helen.
"I'd treat my children just the same if I had any," said Mrs. Flushing.
Every word sounded quite distinctly in Terence's ears; but whatwere they saying, and who were they talking to, and who were they,these fantastic people, detached somewhere high up in the air?
Now that they had drunk their tea, they rose and leant over the bow ofthe boat. The sun was going down, and the water was dark and crimson.
The river had widened again, and they were passing a little islandset like a dark wedge in the middle of the stream. Two great whitebirds with red lights on them stood there on stilt-like legs,and the beach of the island was unmarked, save by the skeletonprint of birds' feet. The branches of the trees on the bank lookedmore twisted and angular than ever, and the green of the leaveswas lurid68 and splashed with gold. Then Hirst began to talk,leaning over the bow.
"It makes one awfully69 queer, don't you find?" he complained.
"These trees get on one's nerves--it's all so crazy.
God's undoubtedly70 mad. What sane71 person could have conceiveda wilderness72 like this, and peopled it with apes and alligators73?
I should go mad if I lived here--raving mad."Terence attempted to answer him, but Mrs. Ambrose replied instead.
She bade him look at the way things massed themselves--look atthe amazing colours, look at the shapes of the trees. She seemedto be protecting Terence from the approach of the others.
"Yes," said Mr. Flushing. "And in my opinion," he continued,"the absence of population to which Hirst objects is preciselythe significant touch. You must admit, Hirst, that a little Italiantown even would vulgarise the whole scene, would detract fromthe vastness--the sense of elemental grandeur74." He swept his handstowards the forest, and paused for a moment, looking at the greatgreen mass, which was now falling silent. "I own it makes us seempretty small--us, not them." He nodded his head at a sailor wholeant over the side spitting into the river. "And that, I think,is what my wife feels, the essential superiority of the peasant--"Under cover of Mr. Flushing's words, which continued now gentlyreasoning with St. John and persuading him, Terence drew Rachelto the side, pointing ostensibly to a great gnarled tree-trunkwhich had fallen and lay half in the water. He wished, at any rate,to be near her, but he found that he could say nothing. They couldhear Mr. Flushing flowing on, now about his wife, now about art,now about the future of the country, little meaningless wordsfloating high in air. As it was becoming cold he began to pacethe deck with Hirst. Fragments of their talk came out distinctlyas they passed--art, emotion, truth, reality.
"Is it true, or is it a dream?" Rachel murmured, when they had passed.
"It's true, it's true," he replied.
But the breeze freshened, and there was a general desire for movement.
When the party rearranged themselves under cover of rugs and cloaks,Terence and Rachel were at opposite ends of the circle, and couldnot speak to each other. But as the dark descended75, the words ofthe others seemed to curl up and vanish as the ashes of burnt paper,and left them sitting perfectly76 silent at the bottom of the world.
Occasional starts of exquisite77 joy ran through them, and then theywere peaceful again.
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