r；　that　begins　in　a　sort　of　dazzle　and　sluggishness　of　the　brain；　and　ends　in　a　peace　that　passes　prehension。

徒步旅行（3）

During　the　first　day　or　so　of　any　tour　there　are　moments　of　bitterness；　when　the　traveler　feels　more　than　coldly　towards　his　knapsack；　when　he　is　half　in　a　mind　to　throw　it　bodily　over　the　hedge　and；　like　Christian　on　a　similar　occasion；　“give　three　leaps　and　go　on　singing”。　And　yet　it　soon　acquires　a　property　of　easiness。　It　bees　magnetic；　the　spirit　of　the　journey　enters　into　it。　And　no　sooner　have　you　passed　the　straps　over　your　shoulder　than　the　lees　of　sleep　are　cleared　from　you；　you　pull　yourself　together　with　a　shake；　and　fall　at　once　into　your　stride。　And　surely；　of　all　possible　moods；　this；　in　which　a　man　takes　the　road；　is　the　best。　Of　course；　if　he　will　keep　thinking　of　his　anxieties；　if　he　will　open　the　merchant　Abudah’s　chest　and　walk　arm…in…arm　with　the　hag—why；　wherever　he　is；　and　whether　he　walks　fast　or　slow；　the　chances　are　that　he　will　not　be　happy。　And　so　much　the　more　shame　to　himself！　There　are　perhaps　thirty　men　setting　forth　at　that　same　hour；　and　I　would　lay　a　large　wager　there　is　not　another　dull　face　among　the　thirty。　It　would　be　a　fine　thing　to　follow；　in　a　coat　of　darkness；　one　after　another　of　these　wayfarers；　some　summer　morning；　for　the　first　few　miles　upon　the　road。　This　one；　who　walks　fast；　with　a　keen　look　in　his　eyes；　is　all　concentrated　in　his　own　mind；　he　is　up　at　his　loom；　weaving　and　weaving；　to　set　the　lan