《猪》，1851 年

the pigs, 1851

查尔斯?狄更斯曾经给我们讲过一头猪的故事，从那以后，只要听到一声猪叫，我们就会心情愉悦。

charles dickens once told us about a pig, and since that time we are in a good humour if we only hear one grunt.

圣安东尼把猪置于他的保护之下；当我们想到那个浪荡子（浪子回头的故事）时，总会联想到他喂猪的情景；在瑞典，有一辆马车就停在了一个猪圈前，我接下来要讲的就是这件事。

St. Antony took the pig under his protection; and when we think of the prodigal son we always associate with him the idea of feeding swine; and it was in front of a pig-sty that a certain carriage stopped in Sweden, about which I am going to talk.

农夫把他的猪圈建在靠近大路的地方，紧挨着他的房子，那是一个很不错的猪圈。

the farmer had his pig-sty built out towards the high road, close by his house, and it was a wonderful pig-sty.

那是一辆旧的四轮大马车。

It was an old state carriage.

车座被拆掉了，车轮也被卸了下来，于是这辆旧马车的车身就躺在地上，里面关着四头猪。

the seats had been taken out and the wheels taken off, and so the body of the old coach lay on the ground, and four pigs were shut up inside it.

我在想，这是不是第一批被关在里面的猪呢？这一点当然无法确定；但它曾经确实是一辆真正的四轮大马车，一切都能证明这一点，甚至连从车顶垂下来的那块锦缎破布都能说明；一切都昭示着它曾经的好日子。

I wonder if these were the first that had ever been there? that point could not certainly be determined; but that it had been a real state coach everything bore witness, even to the damask rag that hung down from the roof; everything spoke of better days.

“哼！哼！” 里面的住客（猪）叫着，马车嘎吱作响、呻吟着；因为它已经走到了可悲的尽头。

“humph! humph!” said the occupants, and the coach creaked and groaned; for it had been to a mournful end.

“美好的东西已经消逝了，” 它叹息着 —— 或者至少它本可以这样叹息的。

“the beautiful has departed,” it sighed — or at least it might have done so.

我们在秋天回来了。马车还在那儿，但猪已经不见了。它们正在树林里扮演着尊贵的老爷们。所有树上的花朵和叶子都掉光了，暴风雨和雨水肆虐着，既不让它们安宁，也不让它们休息；候鸟也已经飞走了。

we came back in autumn. the coach was there still, but the pigs were gone. they were playing the grand lords out in the woods. blossoms and leaves were gone from all the trees, and storm and rain ruled, and gave them neither peace nor rest; and the birds of passage had flown.

“美好的东西已经消逝了！这里曾是郁郁葱葱的树林，可鸟儿的歌声和温暖的阳光都不见了！都没了！” 那哀伤的声音在高高的树枝间嘎吱作响，听起来就像一声深长的叹息，是从野玫瑰树的怀抱里发出的叹息，也是坐在那里的它发出的叹息；它就是玫瑰王。

“the beautiful has departed! this was the glorious green wood, but the song of the birds and the warm sunshine are gone! gone!” thus said the mournful voice that creaked in the lofty branches of the trees, and it sounded like a deep-drawn sigh, a sigh from the bosom of the wild rose tree, and of him who sat there; it was the rose king.

你认识它吗？

do you know him?

它浑身是毛，是最漂亮的红绿色的毛；很容易就能认出来。

he is all beard, the finest reddish-green beard; he is easily recognized.

走到野玫瑰丛那儿去，当秋天所有的花都从上面凋谢，只剩下野蔷薇果的时候，你常常会在它们下面发现一朵很大的红绿相间的苔藓花；那就是玫瑰王。

Go up to the wild rose bushes, and when in autumn all the flowers have faded from them, and only the wild hips remain, you will often find under them a great red-green moss flower; and that is the rose king.

一片小绿叶从它头上长出来，那就是它的羽毛。

A little green leaf grows up out of his head, and that’s his feather.

它是玫瑰丛上唯一的同类；刚才叹息的就是它。

he is the only man of his kind on the rose bush; and he it was who sighed.

“没了！没了！美好的东西没了！玫瑰已经凋谢，树叶也纷纷落下！这里湿漉漉的！这里狂风呼啸！曾经唱歌的鸟儿都不叫了，猪们出去找橡子，猪成了森林的主人！”

“Gone! gone! the beautiful is gone! the roses have faded, and the leaves fall down! It’s wet here! it’s boisterous here! the birds who used to sing are dumb, and the pigs go out hunting for acorns, and the pigs are the 领主 of the forest!”

夜晚寒冷，白天雾气蒙蒙；但尽管如此，渡鸦还是坐在树枝上唱着，“好！好！” 渡鸦和乌鸦坐在高高的树枝上；它们有一大家子，都在说，“好！好！” 多数人的意见总是对的。

the nights were cold and the days were misty; but, for all that, the raven sat on the branch and sang, “Good! good!” Raven and crow sat on the high bough; and they had a large family, who all said, “Good! good!” and the majority is always right.