Tess did not stop at Weatherbury, after this long drive, further than to make a slight nondescript meal at noon at a cottage to which the farmer recommended her. Thence she started on foot, basket in hand, to reach the wide upland of heath dividing this district from the low-lying meads of a further valley in which the dairy stood that was the aim and end of her day's pilgrimage.
苔丝坐车走了长长的一段路，中午到了韦瑟伯利也没有停下来，只是到赶车的农夫推荐的一户农家稍微吃了一顿说不上名目的饭。接着她就提起篮子开始步行，向一片广袤的荒原高地走去。荒原把韦瑟伯利同远处低谷的一片草场分隔开来，而坐落在山谷中的奶牛场才是她当日行程的目的地，也是她当日行程的终点。

Tess had never before visited this part of the country, and yet she felt akin to the landscape. Not so very far to the left of her she could discern a dark patch in the scenery, which inquiry confirmed her in supposing to be trees marking the environs of Kingsbere - in the church of which parish the bones of her ancestors - her useless ancestors - lay entombed.
苔丝以前从来没有到过乡间这块地方，不过她却感到同这儿的风景有着血亲关系。就在她左边不很远的地方，她看见风景中有一块深色的地方，一问别人，证明她的猜想果然不错，那是把金斯伯尔的近郊区别开来的树林——就在那个教区的教堂里，埋葬着她的祖先——她的那些毫无用处的祖先的枯骨。

She had no admiration for them now; she almost hated them for the dance they had led her; not a thing of all that had been theirs did she retain but the old seal and spoon. 'Pooh - I have as much of mother as father in me!' she said. 'All my prettiness comes from her, and she was only a dairymaid.'
现在她对他们毫无敬仰的心情了；甚至她还恨他们给她带来烦恼；他们除了给她留下来一方古印和一把羹匙而外，其它的东西一件也没有给她留下来。“呸——我本来就是我的父母两个人养的！”她说。“我的全部美貌也是我妈给的，而她只不过是一个挤牛奶的女工。”

The journey over the intervening uplands and lowlands of Egdon, when she reached them, was a more troublesome walk than she had anticipated, the distance being actually but a few miles. It was two hours, owing to sundry wrong turnings, ere she found herself on a summit commanding the long-sought-for vale, the Valley of the Great Dairies, the valley in which milk and butter grew to rankness, and were produced more profusely, if less delicately, than at her home - the verdant plain so well watered by the river Var or Froom.
她走完从爱敦荒原上的高地和低地中间穿过的路程，这段距离实际上只不过几英里远，但比她所期望的要难走得多。由于拐弯时多走了一些冤枉路，她走了两个小时才走到一个山顶上，望见她渴望已久的沟谷：大奶牛场的沟谷。在那个沟谷里，牛奶和黄油的增长十分迅速，虽然不如她家里的牛奶和黄油味美，但它们的生产要远比瓦尔河或佛卢姆河所灌溉的那块翠绿草原上生产的牛奶和黄油丰富。

It was intrinsically different from the Vale of Little Dairies, Blackmoor Vale, which, save during her disastrous sojourn at Trantridge, she had exclusively known till now. The world was drawn to a larger pattern here. The enclosures numbered fifty acres instead of ten, the farmsteads were more extended, the groups of cattle formed tribes hereabout; there only families. These myriads of cows stretching under her eyes from the far east to the far west outnumbered any she had ever seen at one glance before. The green lea was speckled as thickly with them as a canvas by Van Alsloot or Sallaert with burghers. The ripe hues of the red and dun kine absorbed the evening sunlight, which the white-coated animals returned to the eye in rays almost dazzling, even at the distant elevation on which she stood.
她除了在特兰里奇住了一段不幸的日子外，到现在她所知道的地方只是布莱克莫尔谷的小奶牛场谷，而大奶牛场谷同它则根本不同。世界在这儿是按照更大的模式描绘的。圈起来的牧场不是十亩地，而是五十亩地，农场也更加广大，牛群在这儿组成的是一个个部落，而在那儿只是一个个家庭。放眼望去，无数的奶牛从远远的东边一直延伸到远远的西边，在数目上超过了她以前看见过的任何牛群。它们散布在绿色的草地上，挤“得密密麻麻的，就像凡·阿尔斯卢特或萨雷尔特在画布上画满了市民一样。红色和暗褐色母牛身上的成熟颜色，和傍晚落日的霞光融合在一起，而全身白色的奶牛把光线反射出去，几乎使人为之目炫，甚至苔丝站在远处的高地上也是如此。