The Journey's End On we went. In spite of my new-born excitement about Ellen, and my gathering fear of where it would land me I could not help taking abundant interest in the condition of the river and its banks; all the more as she never seemed weary of the changing picture, but looked at every yard of flowery bank and gurgling eddy with the same affectionate interest which I myself once had so fully, as I used to think, and perhaps had not altogether lost even in this strangely changed society with all its wonders. Ellen seemed delighted with my pleasure at this, that, or the other piece of carefulness in dealing with the river: the nursing of pretty corners; the ingenuity in dealing with difficulties of water-engineering so that the most obviously useful works looked beautiful and natural also. All this, Isay, pleased me hugely, and she was pleased at my pleasure--but rather puzzled too.
"You seem astonished," she said, just after we had passed a mill*which spanned all the stream save the waterway for traffic, but which was as beautiful in its way as a Gothic cathedral--"you seem astonished at this being so pleasant to look at."* I should have said that all along the Thames there were abundance of mills used for various purposes; none of which were in any degree unsightly, and many strikingly beautiful; and the gardens about them marvels of loveliness.
"Yes," I said, "in a way I am; though I don't see why it should not be.""Ah!" she said, looking at me admiringly, yet with a lurking smile in her face, "you know all about the history of the past. Were they not always careful about this little stream which now adds so much pleasantness to the countryside? It would always be easy to manage this little river. Ah! I forgot, though," she said, as her eye caught mine, "in the days we are thinking of pleasure was wholly neglected in such matters. But how did they manage the river in the days that you--" Lived in was what she was going to say; but correcting herself, said: "in the days of which you have record?""They _mis_managed it," quoth I. "Up to the first half of the nineteenth century, when it was still more or less of a highway for the country people, some care was taken of the river and its banks;and though I don't suppose any one troubled himself about its aspect, yet it was trim and beautiful. But when the railways--of which no doubt you have heard--came into power, they would not allow the people of the country to use either the natural or artificial waterways, of which the latter there were a great many. I suppose when we get higher up we shall see one of these; a very important one, which one of these railways entirely closed to the public, so that they might force people to send their goods by their private road, and so tax them as heavily as they could."Ellen laughed heartily. "Well,", she said, "that is not stated clearly enough in our history-books, and it is worth knowing. But certainly the people of those days must have been a curiously lazy set. We are not either fidgety or quarrelsome now, but if any one tried such a piece of folly on us, we should use the said waterways, whoever gainsayed us: surely that would be simple enough. However, I remember other cases of this stupidity: when I was on the Rhine two years ago, I remember they showed us ruins of old castles, which, according to what we heard, must have been made for pretty much the same purpose as the railways were. But I am interrupting your history of the river:
pray go on."
"It is both short and stupid enough," said I. "The river having lost its practical or commercial value--that is being of no use to make money of--"She nodded. "I understand what that queer phrase means," said she. "Go on!""Well, it was utterly neglected till at last it became a nuisance--""Yes," quoth Ellen, "I understand: like the railways and the robber baron knights. Yes?""So then they turned the makeshift business on to it, and handed it over to a body up in London, who from time to time, in order to show that they had something to do, did some damage here and there,--cut down trees, destroying the banks thereby; dredged the river (where it was not needed always), and threw the dredglings on the fields so as to spoil them; and so forth. But for the most part they practised `masterly inactivity,' as it was then called--that is, they drew their salaries, and let things alone.""Drew their salaries," she said. "I know that means that they were allowed to take an extra lot of other people's goods for doing nothing. And if that had been all, it really might have been worth while to let them do so, if you couldn't find any other way of keeping them quiet; but it seems to me that being so paid, they could not help doing something, and that something was bound to be mischief,--because," said she, kindling with sudden anger, "the whole business was founded on lies and false pretensions. I don't mean only those river-guardians, but all those master-people I have read of.""Yes,"said I, "how happy you are to have got out of the parsimony of oppression!""Why do you sigh?" she said, kindly and somewhat anxiously. "You seem to think that it will not last?""It will last for you," quoth I.
