このエントリは 46の49の部分 シリーズに 黒馬物語

CHAPTER XLVI:ジャックとネズミ のポイント

第46章では、ブラック・ビューティーが穀物商兼パン屋に売られ、ジェイクスという御者のもとで重い荷車を引くことになります。荷はしばしば積まれすぎ、さらにチェックレインで頭を固定されるため、彼は坂道で力を出し切れず苦しみます。

読みどころは、一人の婦人がブラック・ビューティーの苦しみに気づき、むちではなく手綱をゆるめるようジェイクスに説く場面です。馬は怠けているのではなく、正しく力を使える条件を奪われていただけだと示され、過積載と悪い流行の残酷さがはっきり描かれます。

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  • Jakes:ジェイクス。この章でブラック・ビューティーを扱う荷車の御者です。
  • overload:荷を積みすぎる。ブラック・ビューティーを弱らせる大きな原因になります。
  • check-rein:チェックレイン、頭を固定する手綱。馬が自然に力を出せなくなる問題を示す重要語です。
  • uphill:上り坂。重い荷と手綱の苦しさが最もはっきり表れる場面です。
  • fair chance:公平な機会。馬に正しく力を発揮させる条件を与えるべきだという婦人の考えを表します。

『黒馬物語』Chapter XLVI: Jakes and the Lady

『黒馬物語』Chapter XLVI: Jakes and the Lady

『黒馬物語』第46章を、英単語の意味が直感的に入るように色分けしながら、英文と日本語訳をセットで読める形式に整えています。

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I was sold to a corn dealer and baker, whom Jerry knew, and with him he thought I should have good food and fair work.

In the first he was quite right, and if my master had always been on the premises I do not think I should have been overloaded.

But there was a foreman who was always hurrying and driving every one.

And frequently when I had quite a full load he would order something else to be taken on.

My carter, whose name was Jakes, often said it was more than I ought to take, but the other always overruled him.

“’Twas no use going twice when once would do, and he chose to get business forward.”

Jakes, like the other carters, always had the check-rein up, which prevented me from drawing easily.

And by the time I had been there three or four months I found the work telling very much on my strength.

* * *

One day I was loaded more than usual, and part of the road was a steep uphill.

I used all my strength, but I could not get on, and was obliged continually to stop.

This did not please my driver, and he laid his whip on badly.

“Get on, you lazy fellow,” he said, “or I’ll make you.”

Again I started the heavy load, and struggled on a few yards.

Again the whip came down, and again I struggled forward.

The pain of that great cart whip was sharp, but my mind was hurt quite as much as my poor sides.

To be punished and abused when I was doing my very best was so hard it took the heart out of me.

A third time he was flogging me cruelly, when a lady stepped quickly up to him.

And said in a sweet, earnest voice:

“Oh! pray do not whip your good horse any more.”

“I am sure he is doing all he can, and the road is very steep.”

“I am sure he is doing his best.”

“If doing his best won’t get this load up he must do something more than his best; that’s all I know, ma’am,” said Jakes.

“But is it not a heavy load?” she said.

“Yes, yes, too heavy,” he said; “but that’s not my fault.”

“The foreman came just as we were starting, and would have three hundredweight more put on to save him trouble.”

“And I must get on with it as well as I can.”

He was raising the whip again, when the lady said:

“Pray, stop; I think I can help you if you will let me.”

The man laughed.

“You see,” she said, “you do not give him a fair chance.”

“He cannot use all his power with his head held back as it is with that check-rein.”

“If you would take it off I am sure he would do better—do try it,” she said persuasively.

“I should be very glad if you would.”

“Well, well,” said Jakes, with a short laugh, “anything to please a lady, of course.”

“How far would you wish it down, ma’am?”

“Quite down, give him his head altogether.”

The rein was taken off, and in a moment I put my head down to my very knees.

What a comfort it was!

Then I tossed it up and down several times to get the aching stiffness out of my neck.

“Poor fellow! that is what you wanted,” said she, patting and stroking me with her gentle hand.

“And now if you will speak kindly to him and lead him on I believe he will be able to do better.”

* * *

Jakes took the rein. “Come on, Blackie.”

I put down my head, and threw my whole weight against the collar.

I spared no strength; the load moved on.

And I pulled it steadily up the hill, and then stopped to take breath.

The lady had walked along the footpath, and now came across into the road.

She stroked and patted my neck, as I had not been patted for many a long day.

“You see he was quite willing when you gave him the chance.”

“I am sure he is a fine-tempered creature, and I dare say has known better days.”

“You won’t put that rein on again, will you?”

For he was just going to hitch it up on the old plan.

“Well, ma’am, I can’t deny that having his head has helped him up the hill.”

“And I’ll remember it another time, and thank you, ma’am.”

“But if he went without a check-rein I should be the laughing-stock of all the carters; it is the fashion, you see.”

“Is it not better,” she said, “to lead a good fashion than to follow a bad one?”

“A great many gentlemen do not use check-reins now.”

“Our carriage horses have not worn them for fifteen years, and work with much less fatigue than those who have them.”

Besides,” she added in a very serious voice, “we have no right to distress any of God’s creatures without a very good reason.”

“We call them dumb animals, and so they are, for they cannot tell us how they feel.”

“But they do not suffer less because they have no words.”

“But I must not detain you now.”

“I thank you for trying my plan with your good horse, and I am sure you will find it far better than the whip.”

“Good-day,” and with another soft pat on my neck she stepped lightly across the path, and I saw her no more.

* * *

“That was a real lady, I’ll be bound for it,” said Jakes to himself.

“She spoke just as polite as if I was a gentleman, and I’ll try her plan, uphill, at any rate.”

And I must do him the justice to say that he let my rein out several holes.

And going uphill after that, he always gave me my head.

But the heavy loads went on.

Good feed and fair rest will keep up one’s strength under full work.

But no horse can stand against overloading.

And I was getting so thoroughly pulled down from this cause that a younger horse was bought in my place.

I may as well mention here what I suffered at this time from another cause.

I had heard horses speak of it, but had never myself had experience of the evil.

This was a badly-lighted stable.

There was only one very small window at the end, and the consequence was that the stalls were almost dark.

Besides the depressing effect this had on my spirits, it very much weakened my sight.

And when I was suddenly brought out of the darkness into the glare of daylight it was very painful to my eyes.

Several times I stumbled over the threshold, and could scarcely see where I was going.

I believe, had I stayed there very long, I should have become purblind.

And that would have been a great misfortune.

For I have heard men say that a stone-blind horse was safer to drive than one which had imperfect sight.

As it generally makes them very timid.

However, I escaped without any permanent injury to my sight.

And was sold to a large cab owner.

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