The further they advanced, the more this monstrous river dismayed him. He imagined that his mother was at its source, and that their navigation must last for years. Twice a day he ate a little bread and salted meat with the boatmen, who, perceiving that he was sad, never addressed a word to him. At night he slept on deck and woke every little while with a start, astounded by the limpid light of the moon, which silvered the immense expanse of water and the distant shores; and then his heart sank within him. "Cordova!" He repeated that name, "Cordova!" like the name of one of those mysterious cities of which he had heard in fables. But then he thought, "My mother passed this spot; she saw these islands, these shores;" and then these places upon which the glance of his mother had fallen no longer seemed strange and solitary to him.

愈前进，妖魔样的河愈使人绝望！母亲不是在这河的源头吗？这船程不是要连续走好几年吗？他不禁这样痴想着。他和水手一天吃两次小面包和成肉，水手见他有忧色，也不和他谈说什么。夜里睡在甲板上，每次睡醒张开眼来，望着青白的月光，觉得奇怪，汪洋的水和远处的岸都被照成银色，对着这光景，心里沉静下去，时时反复念着可持准，像是幼时在故事中听见过的魔境的地名。又想：“母亲也曾行过这些地方吧，也曾见过这些岛屿和岸吧。”一想到此，就觉得这一带的景物不似异乡，寂寥也减去了许多。

At night one of the boatmen sang. That voice reminded him of his mother's songs, when she had lulled him to sleep as a little child. On the last night, when he heard that song, he sobbed. The boatman interrupted his song. Then he cried, "Courage, courage, my son! What the deuce! A Genoese crying because he is far from home! The Genoese make the circuit of the world, glorious and triumphant!" And at these words he shook himself, he heard the voice of the Genoese blood, and he raised his head aloft with pride, dashing his fist down on the rudder. "Well, yes," he said to himself; "and if I am also obliged to travel for years and years to come, all over the world, and to traverse hundreds of miles on foot, I will go on until I find my mother, were I to arrive in a dying condition, and fall dead at her feet! If only I can see her once again! Courage!" And with this frame of mind he arrived at daybreak, on a cool and rosy morning, in front of the city of Rosario, situated on the high bank of the Paran? where the beflagged yards of a hundred vessels of every land were mirrored in the waves.

有一夜，一个水手唱起歌来，他因这歌声记起了幼时母亲逗他睡去的儿歌。到了最后一夜，他听了水手的歌哭了。水手唱到：“当心！当心！怎么了？热那亚的男儿到了外国可以哭吗？热那亚男儿应该环行世界，无论到什么地方都充满勇气。”他听了这话，身子震栗了。他因了这热那亚精神，高高地举起头来，用拳击着舵说：“好！是的！无论在世界上环行多少次我也不怕！就是徒步行几百英里也不要紧！到寻着母亲为止，只管走去走去，死也不怕，只要倒毙在母亲脚旁就好了！只要能够看见母亲就好了！就是这样，就是这样！”他存了这样的决心，于黎明时到了洛赛留市。那是一个寒冷的早晨，东方被旭日烧得血一样红。这市在巴拉那河岸，港口泊着百艘光景的各国的船只，旗影乱落在波中。

Shortly after landing, he went to the town, bag in hand, to seek an Argentine gentleman for whom his protector in Boca had intrusted him with a visiting-card, with a few words of recommendation. On entering Rosario, it seemed to him that he was coming into a city with which he was already familiar. There were the straight, interminable streets, bordered with low white houses, traversed in all directions above the roofs by great bundles of telegraph and telephone wires, which looked like enormous spiders' webs; and a great confusion of people, of horses, and of vehicles. His head grew confused; he almost thought that he had got back to Buenos Ayres, and must hunt up his cousin once more. He wandered about for nearly an hour, making one turn after another, and seeming always to come back to the same street; and by dint of inquiring, he found the house of his new protector. He pulled the bell. There came to the door a big, light-haired, gruff man, who had the air of a steward, and who demanded awkwardly, with a foreign accent: "What do you want?" The boy mentioned the name of his patron. "The master has gone away," replied the steward; "he set out yesterday afternoon for Buenos Ayres, with his whole family."

他提了衣包一上陆，就去访勃卡绅士所介绍给他的当地某绅士。一入洛赛留的街市，他觉得像是曾经见过的地方，到处都是直而大的街道，两侧接连地排列着低而白色的房屋，屋顶上电线密如蛛网，人马车辆，喧扰得头也要昏。他想想不是又回到布宜诺斯艾利斯了吗，心里似乎竟要去寻访从伯住址的样子。他乱撞了一点钟光景，无论转几次弯，好像仍旧在原处，问了好几次路，总算找到了绅士的住所。一按门铃，里面来了一个侍者样的肥大的可怕的男子，用外国语调问他来这里有什么事情。听到玛尔可说要见主人，就说：“主人不在家，昨天和家属同到布宜诺斯艾利斯去了。”