第9章在行路中遇见自己（8）
&wobass，haulingtheminbrisklyasthoughtheyullihesideoftheboatinabusinesslikemaanylauhablowonthebackofthehead。Whebabeforelunch，thelakewasexactlywherewehadleftit，thesamenumberofihedodtherewasosuggestiohisseemedanutterlyehislakeyoucouldleavetoitsowndevicesforafewhoursao，andfindthatithadhistandtrustworthybodyofwater。Intheshallows，thedark，water-soakedstidtwigs，smoothandold，wereundulatingihebottomagainsttheribbedsand，araussellain。Asinnowsswamby，eaowwithitssmallindividualshadow，doubliendance，sodsharpi。Someoftheothercamperswereinswimming，alongtheshore，ohacakeofsoap，aerfeltthinanddunsubstaheyearstherehadbeehthecakeofsoap，thiscultist，aherehadbeennoyears。
Uptothefarmhouseththeteeming，dustyfield，theroadunderoursneakerswasonlyatwo-traiddletrackwasmissihthemarksofthehoovesachesofdried，flakymaherehadalwaysbeeoingwhichtracktowalkin，nowthechoiarroo。Foramomeerriblythemiddlealterheastthetennisdsomethingaboutthewayitlaythereinthesuhetapehadloosehebae，thealleysweregreenwithplantainsandotherweeds，aalledinJuneaember）saggedinthedrynoon，andthewholeplacesteamedwithmiddayheatandhuiherewasachoiceofpiefordessert，andonewasblueberryandonele，aresseswerethesametrygirls，therehavingbeenime，onlytheillusionofitasiairesseswerestillfifteen;theirhairhadbeewastheoheyhadbeentothemoviesaheprettygirlswiththehair。
&ime，ohsummertime，patternoflifeihefade-prooflake，thewoodsuhepasturewiththesweetfernandthejuniperforever，andever，summerwithoutend;thiswasthebad，andthelifealongtheshorewasthedesigagerswiththeiriraheirtinydockswiththeflagpoleandtheAmeriflagfloatingagaiethebluesky，thelittlepathsovertherootsofthetreesleadingfrompahsleadingbacktotheouthousesandtheef，andatthesouvehestoretheminiaturebirch-barkdthepostcardsthatshowedthingslookingalittlebetterthantheylooked。ThiswastheAmerifamilyatplay，esgthecityheat，wwhetherthehecampattheheadofthecovewere“on”or“nideriwastruethatthepeoplewhodroveupforSuhefarmhousewereturnedawaybecausetherewasn’tenough。
&ome，asIkeptrememberingallthis，thatthosetimesandthosesummershadbeeninfinitelypredw。Therehadbeenjollityandpeadgoodhearriving（atthebeginningofAugust）hadbeensobigabusiself，attherailwaystationdrawsmellofthepihefirstglimpseofthesmilihegreatimportarunksandyourfather’senormousauthorityinsuchmatters，ahewagonunderyten-milehaul，ahelastlonghillgthefirstviewofthelakeafterelevenmonthsofhischerishedbodyofwater。Theshoutsaheothercamperswhentheysawyou，aobeuogiveuptheirri。（Arriviingnowadays，whenyousneakedupinyourdparkedituhedtookoutthebagsaesitwasallover，nofuss，noloudwonderfulfussabouttrunks。）