不像悠闲的漫步者一样，夜晚对他来说并不温和迷人。睡帽与上床大睡是他唯一的要求；如果他是个吸烟的人，甚至连烟斗也会变得索然无味，没有了诱惑力。在追求快乐的过程中，这种人注定要事倍功半，并且最终与快乐无缘。总之，他如同谚语中所说的那种人——走得越远越糟糕。
那么，要好好地享受旅行，徒步旅行者需要力求独自前往。如果你让人陪伴或结伴而行，那就不再是徒步旅行，徒有其表罢了，更像是大自然中的一次野炊。徒步旅行应单独进行，因为自由是徒步出游的，因为你能随时停下或继续前进，随着自己的心情选择这条路或那条路；因为你必须有自己的步调，既不需要跟紧步履匆匆之人，也无须在女孩儿身上浪费时间。然后，你一定要抒发自己所有的情怀，让你的所见之物为思想添彩。你应该做一支任风吹走的笛子。哈兹里特曾说：“我不能体会行走与谈论同步的乐趣。当我身在乡村时，我向往简单纯粹的生活，就像村民们一样。”这正是独自旅行的内涵。在你的身边不该有嘈杂之声打破沉思的寂静清晨。一个没有停止思考的人，是不会全身心地陶醉在来自户外的美好景致之中的。陶醉起始于意乱眼迷，思维的停滞，最终进入一种超凡的平和境界。
任何形式的出游，第一天总会有些苦涩的瞬间。当旅行者对他的背包感觉更糟，想要把它抛到篱笆之外时，会像基督徒在类似情形下的做法一样，“跳三跳，继续歌唱”。但是，很快你就能获得出游的舒适心境。它会变得有吸引力，出游的精神也会被吸引在其中。于是，背包一背上肩，你残留的睡意就会顷刻全无，抖擞精神，大跨步地开始新的旅行。无疑，在所有的心绪中，选择道路时的那种心情是最好的。当然，如果他要继续考虑那些烦心事，如果他像阿布达的箱子一样敞开胸怀与女巫同行的话，那么无论他身在哪里，也无论他是疾走还是漫步，他都不会快乐。而且，这给自己的人生带来多少羞愧啊！如果现在有30个人同时出发的话，我敢跟你打赌，在这30个人中，你再不会找到一个脸色忧郁之人。这是一件很值得去做的事情。试想，一个夏日的清晨，这些旅行者带着夜色，一个接一个地上路了。他们当中有一个步调很快的人，他的目光中带着渴望，全神贯注于自己的思绪，原来他正在自出机杼，斟字酌句，将山水秀景再现于文字。有一个人，边走边凝视着草间；他在小河边停下，去看看那里飞舞的蜻蜓；他倾斜着身子依靠在茅屋门前，看不够那安然自得的母牛群。另外有一个人，他说着、笑着，对自己指手画脚地一路走来。随着他眼中闪现的怒火，或是额头上的阴云，他的脸色在不时地变化着。原来他正在路边构思文稿，表达演说，进行着最热烈的会谈。再过一会儿，他又极可能引吭高歌。对他而言，假如他在这方面不是很擅长，刚好又在拐角处碰上一个并不木讷的农民，我想不出还有什么比这样的情形更糟糕的事情，我实在不知道是这位民谣歌手更尴尬，还是那位农民更难受。久居于室内的人通常不习惯去那些陌生的地方，也不能理解这些游客的乐趣所在。我认识一个人，他曾被指控为疯汉，因为尽管他已是一个长着红胡子的成年人，但是走起路来却像孩子一样蹦蹦跳跳。如果我告诉你，很多学识渊博的学者都向我坦白，他们徒步出游的时候都会唱歌，而且唱得很难听，当他们遇到上面的情况——与一个不幸的农民相遇时，都会羞愧难当，你一定会很吃惊。
徒步旅行（2）
Walking Tours
Robert Louis Stevenson
It must not be imagined that a walking tour； as some would have us fancy1； is merely a better or worse way of seeing the country。 There are many ways of seeing landscape quite as good； and none more vivid； in spite of canting dilettantes2； than from a railway train。 But landscape on a walking tour is quite accessory。 He who is indeed of the brotherhood does not voyage inquest of the picturesque； but of certain jolly humors of the hope and spirit with which the march begins at morning； and the peace and spiritual repletion of the evening’s rest。 He cannot tell whether he puts his knapsack on； or takes it off； with more delight。 The excitement of the departure3 puts him in key for that of the arrival。 Whatever he does is not only a reward in itself； but will be further rewarded in the sequel； and so pleasure leads on to pleasure in an endless chain。 It is this that so few can understand； they will either be always lounging or always at five miles an hour； they do not play off the one against the other； prepare allay for the evening； and all evening for the next day。 And； above all； it is here that your overwalker fails of prehension。 His heart rises against those who drink their curacaos in liqueur glasses； when he himself can swill it in a brown John。 He will not believe that the flavour is more delicate in the smaller dose。 He will not believe that to walk this unconscionable distance is merely to stupefy and brutalize himself； and e to his inn； at night； with a sort of frost on his five wits4； and a starless night of darkness in his spirit。 Not for him the mild luminous evening of the temperate walker！ He has nothing left of man but a physical need for bed…time and a double nightcap； and even his pipe； if he be a smoker； will be savorless and disenchanted。 It is the fate of such an one to take twice as much trouble as is needed to obtain happiness； and miss the happiness in the end； he is the man of the proverb； in short； who goes farther and fares worse。
Now； to be properly enjoyed； a walking tour should beg one upon alone。 If you go in a pany； or even in pairs； it is no longer a walking tour in anything but name； it is something else and more in the nature of a picnic。 A walking tour should be gone upon alone； because freedom is of the essence； because you should be able to stop and go on； and follow this way or that； as the freak takes you； and because you must have your own pace； and neither trot alongside a champion walker； nor mince in time with a girl。 And then you must be open to all impressions and let your thoughts take colour from what you see。 You should be as a pipe for any wind to play upon。 “I cannot see the wit；” says Hazlitt； “of walking and talking at the same time。 When I am in the country I wish to vegetate like the country；” which is the gist of all that can be said upon the matter。 There should be no cackle of voices at your elbow； to jar on the meditative silence of the morning。 And so long as a man is reasoning he cannot surrender himself to that fine intoxication5 that es of much motion in the open air； 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 landscape to words。 This one peers about； as he goes； among the grasses； he waits by the canal to watch the dragonflies； he leans on the gate of the pasture； and cannot look enough upon the placent kine。 And here es another； talking； laughing； and gesticulating to himself。 His face changes from time to time； as indignation flashes from his eyes or anger clouds his forehead。 He is posing articles； delivering orations； and conducting the most impassioned interviews； by the way。 A little farther on； and it is as like as not he will begin to sing。 And well for him； supposing him to be no great master in that art； if he stumbles across no stolid peasant at a corner； for on such an occasion； I scarcely know which is the more troubled； or whether it is worse to suffer the confusion of your troubadour6； or the unfeigned alarm of your clown。 A sedentary population； accustomed； besides； to the strange mechanical bearing of the mon tramp； can in no wise explain to itself the gaiety of these