大学高级英语第一册第12课译文及课后答案
高级英语第十二课习题和答案
Lesson12II.Look up the italicized words in the dictionary and explain:1)a small square cabin chinked with mudChinked: the sound of coins, glasses or mental objects when you chink them2)was a chaos of lean-tosLean- tos: a small house which is inclined3)the Tonnerres were half breeds…Half breeds: mixed blood people4)working at odd jobs or as section handsOdd: strange or unusualSection: a separate group within a larger group of people5)they lived on reliefRelief: people live by money given by government6)but she had failed several gradesGrades: times7)had to get back to his practicePractice: a things that is done regularly8)how the coyote reared her youngReared: the back part of sth.9)If you walk just around the point therePoint: one of the marks of direction10)her hair was cut short and frizzly permedPermed: a way of changing the style of your hair by using chemicals to create curls that last for several monthsI. Give brief answers to the following questions, using your own words as much as possible:1)Were the Tonnerres rich or poor? Substantiate your answer with facts.They are poor and live in a small square cabin made of poplarpoles and chinked with mud.2)What would happen sometimes to old Jules or his son Lazarus on Saturday nights? They would hit out at whoever was nearest or howl drunkenly among the offended shoppers on Main Street.3)Why did the doctor propose taking Piquette to Diamond Lake for the summer? Because she had had tuberculosis of the bone, it is good for her recover to go to Diamond Lake. If she stayed at home, she will be busying working.4)Why did the narrator's mother first object and then agree to take Piquette along? She first objected because she thought her hair had nits, then she agreed because she preferred Piquette to her mother-in-law.5)What was the cottage on the lake called? What was the scenery there like?It is called Macleod. The scenery was the filigree of the spruce trees, the water glistening greenly as the sun caught it, and all kinds of plants and animals.6)Why did the narrator ask Piquette respectfully. "I bet you know a lot about the woods and all that, eh. "?Because she knew Piquette was an Indian descendant, she thought Piquette might know the woods quite well and would like to tell her stories about the woods.7)Why was the narrator startled and her feelings hurt by Piquette's rude answers to her questions?Because she didn’t expect the Piquette should take her questioning as showing contempt for her Indian ancestors.8)Why did the narrator say that all that summer Piquette remained as both a reproach and a mystery to her?She felt guilty because she didn’t develop a good relationship with Piquetee, she had failed her father, and she also felt Piquette was strange.9)What does the narrator mean when she says:"For the merest instant, then, I saw her."?She means at a very brief moment, Piquetee was unguarded and unmasked, so that the author could perceive her inner mind.10)What is the full name of the narrator of the story?Her full name is Vanessa Macleod.11)How is the disappearance of the loons related to the theme of this story?The loons had gone away because more and more people and buildings instead of them. They disappeared because they c ouldn’t finds their position. In a similar way, Piquetee is a representative.Ⅱ. Paraphrase?1)with a face that seemed totally unfamiliar with laughterA person who is too serious to laugh2)Sometimes old Jules, or his son Lazarus, would get mixed up in a Saturday-night brawlSometimes, old Jules and his son would be drunk and get involved in a rough, noisy quarrel or fight on a Saturday night3)her attendance had always been sporadic and her interest in schoolwork negligible She was often absent from classes and had little interest in schoolwork.4)she existed for me only as a vaguely embarrassing presenceShe would always made me embarrassed.5)She dwelt and moved somewhere within my scope of visionShe lived and moved somewhere I can see6)If it came to a choice between Grandmother MacLeod and Piquette, Piquette would win hands down, nits or not.Between Grandmother and Piquette, my mother would choose Piquette, no matter Piquette’s hair had nits or not.7)Her defiant face, momentarily, became unguarded and unmasked, and in her eyes there was a terrifying hope.There was an expression of challenge on her face, which became unguarded and unmasked for a brief moment. And in her eyes there waqs a kind of hope which was so intense that is is filled people with terror.8)she looked a mess, to tell you the truth, a real slattern,dressed any old howShe look very untidy, dressed in a very careless way9)She was up in court a couple of times -- drunk and disorderly, of course.She was brought in court several tomes, because she took too much liquor and was noisy and violent in public.IV. All the following words are adjectives with different suffixes. Give further examples of adjectives with the same suffixes:1)contagious --- serious, rebellious, obvious2)negligible --- sensible, visible, possible3)enviable --- enable, reliable, acceptable4)friendly --- smoothly, deadly, importantly5)plaintive --- creative, positive, decisive6)tuneful --- woeful, beautiful, careful7)expressionless --- careless, useless, worthless8)wavy --- heavy, dirty, friendly9)conventional --- traditional, personal, national10)tubercular --- particular, similar, familiarV. The following phrases are taken from the text, all with a participle as an adjective. Explain why a present or past participle is used in each case and then translate the phrases into Chinese:1) limping walk: walk in a limping unsteady way 一瘸一拐地走2) embarrassing presence: presence that is embarrassing 令人尴尬的人或事物3) unsmiling eye: eyes that are very strict and don’t smile 没有笑意的眼睛4) ululating sound: a sound that roars and is like wailing 哀鸣5) chilling mockery: mockery that makes people feel chilly 令人后脊背发冷的嘲笑6) burning birch log: a birch log that is warped 正在燃烧的白桦树7) terrifying hope: hope that fills people with horror 令人生畏的希望8) flourishing resort: a resort that is prosperous 繁华的旅游胜地9) penetrating odours: very intense smell 强烈的气味10) warped lumber: lumber that is cooked 弯曲的木材11) discarded car tyres: car tyres that are abandon 被丢弃的汽车轮胎12) tangled strands of barbed wire: strands of barbed wire that aretangled together 缠在一起的铁丝网13) bruised wild strawberries: wild strawberries that have beendamage in the skin 破了皮的草莓14) fallen tree trunk: a thick main stem of a tree that has beenfallen 砍到的树干15) offended shoppers: shoppers are displeased 被冒犯的顾客16) long-drawn call: call that lasts for a long time 拖长音的叫声Ⅶ. Replace the italicized colloquial or slangy words with more for- mal words or expressions:1) Sometimes Old Jules, or his son Lazarus, would get mixed up in a Saturday-night brawl. (a rough and noisy quarrel or fight )2) I hate like the dickens to send her home again. ( very much )3) "I'll bet anything "she has nits in her hair. (I'm absolutely sure )4) "So what? "Her voice was distant. ( Why is that important?)5) "Your dad said I ain' t supposed to do no more walking than I got to. "(1 don’twant to walk unless it is necessary )6) "I bet you know a lot about the woods and all that, eh?" ( things like that)7) "I don't know what the hell you' re talk in about," she replied(what ‘s exactly )8) " You nuts or somethin'? If you mean where my old man, and me and all themlive,you better shut up, by Jesus, you know?"(Are you crazy or what?)( My father and I and the others )9) "Got this classy name. Alvin Gerald Cummings—some handle, eh?"(first—class) (good name )10) "Gee, Piquette--that's swell."( perfect)Ⅷ. Replace the italicized words with specific words that appear in the text:1) The man standing behind me took away my purse suddenly and ran off like a rabbit. (grabbed )2) The new policies were made in order to attract more foreign investment. ( lure)3) The smoke from the burning building made breathing very difficult for the fire-men. (stifled )4) I didn't get a wink of sleep last night because the wind was blowing hard and noisily all the time. ( howling)5) The hammock moved backward and forward with regular movements between the two trees. (swung )6) The patient moved about in bed wildly and almost violently in unbearable pain. (thrashed )7) She felt a sudden dizziness and walked unsteadily before she reached a tree and leaned against it. ( teetered)8) The parrot was unusually quiet this morning, not uttering a single loud and harsh cry. (squawking even once )9) Some of the berries at the bottom of the pail were pressed into a soft mass. ( squashed)10) To get rid of the policemen, he ran into the forest and then crawled hurriedly up the hill. (scrambled )11) The candle shone unsteadily as a breeze swept into the room. ( flickered) IX. Explain how the meaning of the following sentences is affected when the italicized words are replaced with the words in brackets. Pay attention to the shades of meaning of the words.1). In a clearing at the centre of the thicket stood the Tonnerre family’s sha ck. (home) Shack: a living place with simple facilities and is build carelesslyHome: living in for a long or short time, emphasizing personal emotion2). Their English was broken and full of obscenities. (bad words)Bad words: the words are said by uneducated peopleObscenities: disgusting bad language3)Piquette was with us and Grandmother Macleod, miraculously, was not.(strange enough)Miraculously: marvelouslyStrange enough: emphasizing the level of strange4). My father would only be staying at the cottage for a couple of weeks.(villa) Cottage: village or a traveling houseVilla: luxurious department in the village5). Roderick sat on the car rug in the sunshine and examined a brown spruce cone, meticulously, turning it round and round in his small and curious hand. (carefully, strange-looking)Meticulously: over-careCarefully: avoiding mistake by careful actions6). She looked at me sullenly, without speaking.(unhappily)Sullen: mumpishUnhappy: displeased7). I bet you know a lot about the woods and all that, eh? I began respectfully. (respectably)Respectfully: esteemRespectably: be worth of respect8). I ignored her rebuff. (refusal)Rebuff: refuse sb. DecisivelyRefusal: sometimes refuse sb in a rude way9). At night the lake was like black glass with a streak of amber which was the path of the moon.(reflection)Path: here is a reflex moonlightReflection: an image is refected in the mirror or water10). Neither of us suspected that this would be last time we would ever sit here together on the shore, listening. (doubted)Suspect: sth. possible exist or happenDoubt: do not believe11). But I did not know...why she would not or could not respond when I suggested exploring the woods or playing house.(reply)Respond: by not only in words but also take actionsReply: by verbal, written or action to make formal respond12). I stared at her, astounded that anyone could have changed so much.(surprised) Astounded: extraordinary shockedSurprised: shocked13). As I mouthed the conventional phrases, I could only guess hoe great her need must have been, that she had been forced to seek the very things she so bitterly rejected.(traditional, resented)Conventional: be coincided with formal norms and principlesTraditional: be consisted to traditional14). The one store had become several dozen, and the settlement had all the attributes of a flourishing resort-hotels, a dance-hall, cafes with neon signs, the penetrating odours of potato chips and hot dogs. (place, smell)Settlement: a small living placePlace: can replace any words of placeSmell: refer all kinds of smellOdour: a kind of perceivable smell。
高级英语第一册(修订本)第12课Lesson12-The-Loons原文和翻译
The LoonsMargarel Laurence1、Just below Manawaka, where the Wachakwa River ran brown and noisy over the pebbles , the scrub oak and grey-green willow and chokecherry bushes grew in a dense thicket . In a clearing at the centre of the thicket stood the Tonnerre family's shack. The basis at this dwelling was a small square cabin made of poplar poles and chinked with mud, which had been built by Jules Tonnerre some fifty years before, when he came back from Batoche with a bullet in his thigh, the year that Riel was hung and the voices of the Metis entered their long silence. Jules had only intended to stay the winter in the Wachakwa Valley, but the family was still there in the thirties, when I was a child. As the Tonnerres had increased, their settlement had been added to, until the clearing at the foot of the town hill was a chaos of lean-tos, wooden packing cases, warped lumber, discarded car types, ramshackle chicken coops , tangled strands of barbed wire and rusty tin cans.2、The Tonnerres were French half breeds, and among themselves they spoke a patois that was neither Cree nor French. Their English was broken and full of obscenities. They did not belong among the Cree of the Galloping Mountain reservation, further north, and they did not belong among the Scots-Irish and Ukrainians of Manawaka, either. They were, as my Grandmother MacLeod would have put it, neither flesh, fowl, nor good salt herring . When their men were not working at odd jobs or as section hands on the C.P. R. they lived on relief. In the summers, one of the Tonnerre youngsters, with a face that seemed totally unfamiliar with laughter, would knock at the doors of the town's brick houses and offer for sale a lard -pail fullof bruised wild strawberries, and if he got as much as a quarter he would grab the coin and run before the customer had time to change her mind. Sometimes old Jules, or his son Lazarus, would get mixed up in a Saturday-night brawl , and would hit out at whoever was nearest or howl drunkenly among the offended shoppers on Main Street, and then the Mountie would put them for the night in the barred cell underneath the Court House, and the next morning they would be quiet again.3、Piquette Tonnerre, the daughter of Lazarus, was in my class at school. She was older than I, but she had failed several grades, perhaps because her attendance had always been sporadic and her interest in schoolwork negligible . Part of the reason she had missed a lot of school was that she had had tuberculosis of the bone, and had once spent many months in hospital. I knew this because my father was the doctor who had looked after her. Her sickness was almost the only thing I knew about her, however. Otherwise, she existed for me only as a vaguely embarrassing presence, with her hoarse voice and her clumsy limping walk and her grimy cotton dresses that were always miles too long. I was neither friendly nor unfriendly towards her. She dwelt and moved somewhere within my scope of vision, but I did not actually notice her very much until that peculiar summer when I was eleven.4、"I don't know what to do about that kid." my father said at dinner one evening. "Piquette Tonnerre, I mean. The damn bone's flared up again. I've had her in hospital for quite a while now, and it's under control all right, but I hate like the dickens to send her home again."5、"Couldn't you explain to her mother that she has to rest a lot?" my mother said.6、"The mother's not there" my father replied. "She took off a few years back. Can't say I blame her. Piquette cooks for them, and she says Lazarus would never do anything for himself as long as she's there. Anyway, I don't think she'd take much care of herself, once she got back. She's only thirteen, after all. Beth, I was thinking—What about taking her up to Diamond Lake with us this summer? A couple of months rest would give that bone a much better chance."7、My mother looked stunned.8、"But Ewen -- what about Roddie and Vanessa?"9、"She's not contagious ," my father said. "And it would be company for Vanessa."10、"Oh dear," my mother said in distress, "I'll bet anything she has nits in her hair."11、"For Pete's sake," my father said crossly, "do you think Matron would let her stay in the hospital for all this time like that? Don't be silly, Beth. "12、Grandmother MacLeod, her delicately featured face as rigid as a cameo , now brought her mauve -veined hands together as though she were about to begin prayer.13、"Ewen, if that half breed youngster comes along to Diamond Lake, I'm not going," she announced. "I'll go to Morag's for the summer."14、I had trouble in stifling my urge to laugh, for my mother brightened visibly and quickly tried to hide it. If it came to a choice between Grandmother MacLeod and Piquette, Piquette would win hands down, nits or not.15、"It might be quite nice for you, at that," she mused. "You haven't seen Morag for over a year, and you might enjoy being in the city for a while. Well, Ewen dear, you do what you think best. If you think it would do Piquette some good, then we' II be glad to have her, as long as she behaves herself."16、So it happened that several weeks later, when we all piled into my father's old Nash, surrounded by suitcases and boxes of provisions and toys for myten-month-old brother, Piquette was with us and Grandmother MacLeod, miraculously, was not. My father would only be staying at the cottage for a couple of weeks, for he had to get back to his practice, but the rest of us would stay at Diamond Lake until the end of August.17、Our cottage was not named, as many were, "Dew Drop Inn" or "Bide-a-Wee," or "Bonnie Doon”. The sign on the roadway bore in auster e letters only our name, MacLeod. It was not a large cottage, but it was on the lakefront. You could look out the windows and see, through the filigree of the spruce trees, the water glistening greenly as the sun caught it. All around the cottage were ferns, and sharp-branched raspberrybushes, and moss that had grown over fallen tree trunks, If you looked carefully among the weeds and grass, you could find wild strawberry plants which were in white flower now and in another month would bear fruit, the fragrant globes hanging like miniaturescarlet lanterns on the thin hairy stems. The two grey squirrelswere still there, gossiping at us from the tall spruce beside the cottage, and by the end of the summer they would again be tame enough to take pieces of crust from my hands. The broad mooseantlers that hung above the back door were a little more bleached and fissured after the winter, but otherwise everything was the same. I raced joyfully around my kingdom, greeting all the places I had not seen for a year. My brother, Roderick, who had not been born when we were here last summer, sat on the car rug in the sunshine and examined a brown spruce cone, meticulously turning it round and round in his small and curious hands. My mother and father toted the luggage from car to cottage, exclaiming over how well the place had wintered, no broken windows, thank goodness, no apparent damage from storm felled branches or snow.18、Only after I had finished looking around did I notice Piquette. She was sitting on the swing her lame leg held stiffly out, and her other foot scuffing the ground as she swung slowly back and forth. Her long hair hung black and straight around her shoulders, and her broad coarse-featured face bore no expression -- it was blank, as though she no longer dwelt within her own skull, as though she had gone elsewhere.I approached her very hesitantly.19、"Want to come and play?"20、Piquette looked at me with a sudden flash of scorn.21、"I ain't a kid," she said.22、Wounded, I stamped angrily away, swearing I would not speak to her for the rest of the summer. In the days that followed, however, Piquette began to interest me, and l began to want to interest her. My reasons did not appear bizarre to me. Unlikely as it may seem, I had only just realised that the Tonnerre family, whom I had always heard Called half breeds, were actually Indians, or as near as made no difference. My acquaintance with Indians was not expensive. I did not remember ever having seen a real Indian, and my new awareness that Piquette sprang from the people of Big Bear and Poundmaker, of Tecumseh, of the Iroquois who had eaten Father Brébeuf's heart--all this gave her an instant attraction in my eyes. I was devoted reader of Pauline Johnson at this age, and sometimes would orate aloud and in an exalted voice, West Wind, blow from your prairie nest, Blow from the mountains, blow from the west--and so on. It seemed to me that Piquette must be in some way a daughter of the forest, a kind of junior prophetess of the wilds, who might impart to me, if I took the right approach, some of the secrets which she undoubtedly knew --where the whippoorwill made her nest, how the coyote reared her young, or whatever it was that it said in Hiawatha.23、I set about gaining Piquette's trust. She was not allowed to go swimming, with her bad leg, but I managed to lure her down to the beach-- or rather, she came because there was nothing else to do. The water was always icy, for the lake was fed by springs, but I swam like a dog, thrashing my arms and legs around at such speed and with such an output of energy that I never grew cold. Finally, when I had enough, I came out and sat beside Piquette on the sand. When she saw me approaching, herhands squashed flat the sand castle she had been building, and she looked at me sullenly, without speaking.24、"Do you like this place?" I asked, after a while, intending to lead on from there into the question of forest lore .25、Piquette shrugged. "It's okay. Good as anywhere."26、"I love it, "1 said. "We come here every summer."27、"So what?" Her voice was distant, and I glanced at her uncertainly, wondering what I could have said wrong.28、"Do you want to come for a walk?" I asked her. "We wouldn't need to go far. If you walk just around the point there, you come to a bay where great big reeds grow in the water, and all kinds of fish hang around there. Want to? Come on."29、She shook her head.30、"Your dad said I ain't supposed to do no more walking than I got to." I tried another line.31、"I bet you know a lot about the woods and all that, eh?" I began respectfully.32、Piquette looked at me from her large dark unsmiling eyes.33、"I don't know what in hell you're talkin' about," she replied. "You nuts or somethin'? If you mean where my old man, and me, and all them live, you better shut up, by Jesus, you hear?"34、I was startled and my feelings were hurt, but I had a kind of dogged perseverance. I ignored her rebuff.35、"You know something, Piquette? There's loons here, on this lake. You can see their nests just up the shore there, behind those logs. At night, you can hear them even from the cottage, but it's better to listen from the beach. My dad says we should listen and try to remember how they sound, because in a few years when more cottages are built at Diamond Lake and more people come in, the loons will go away."36、Piquette was picking up stones and snail shells and then dropping them again.37、"Who gives a good goddamn?" she said.38、It became increasingly obvious that, as an Indian, Piquette was a dead loss. That evening I went out by myself, scrambling through the bushes that overhung the steep path, my feet slipping on the fallen spruce needles that covered the ground. When I reached the shore, I walked along the firm damp sand to the small pier that my father had built, and sat down there. I heard someone else crashing through the undergrowth and the bracken, and for a moment I thought Piquette had changed her mind, but it turned out to be my father. He sat beside me on the pier and we waited, without speaking.38、At night the lake was like black glass with a streak of amber which was the path of the moon. All around, the spruce trees grew tall and close-set, branches blackly sharp against the sky, which was lightened by a cold flickering of stars. Thenthe loons began their calling. They rose like phantom birds from the nests on the shore, and flew out onto the dark still surface of the water.40、No one can ever describe that ululating sound, the crying of the loons, and no one who has heard it can ever forget it. Plaintive , and yet with a quality of chilling mockery , those voices belonged to a world separated by aeon from our neat world of summer cottages and the lighted lamps of home.41、"They must have sounded just like that," my father remarked, "before any person ever set foot here." Then he laughed. "You could say the same, of course, about sparrows or chipmunk, but somehow it only strikes you that way with the loons."42、"I know," I said.43、Neither of us suspected that this would be the last time we would ever sit here together on the shore, listening. We stayed for perhaps half an hour, and then we went back to the cottage. My mother was reading beside the fireplace. Piquette was looking at the burning birch log, and not doing anything.44、"You should have come along," I said, although in fact I was glad she had not.45、"Not me", Piquette said. "You wouldn’ catch me walkin' way down there jus' for a bunch of squawkin' birds."46、Piquette and I remained ill at ease with one another. felt I had somehow failed my father, but I did not know what was the matter, nor why she Would not or couldnot respond when I suggested exploring the woods or Playing house. I thought it was probably her slow and difficult walking that held her back. She stayed most of the time in the cottage with my mother, helping her with the dishes or with Roddie, but hardly ever talking. Then the Duncans arrived at their cottage, and I spent my days with Mavis, who was my best friend. I could not reach Piquette at all, and I soon lost interest in trying. But all that summer she remained as both a reproach and a mystery to me.47、That winter my father died of pneumonia, after less than a week's illness. For some time I saw nothing around me, being completely immersed in my own pain and my mother's. When I looked outward once more, I scarcely noticed that Piquette Tonnerre was no longer at school. I do not remember seeing her at all until four years later, one Saturday night when Mavis and I were having Cokes in the Regal Café. The jukebox was booming like tuneful thunder, and beside it, leaning lightly on its chrome and its rainbow glass, was a girl.48、Piquette must have been seventeen then, although she looked about twenty.I stared at her, astounded that anyone could have changed so much. Her face, so stolidand expressionless before, was animated now with a gaiety that was almost violent. She laughed and talked very loudly with the boys around her. Her lipstick was bright carmine, and her hair was cut Short and frizzily permed . She had not been pretty as a child, and she was not pretty now, for her features were still heavy and blunt. But her dark and slightly slanted eyes were beautiful, and her skin-tight skirt and orange sweater displayed to enviable advantage a soft and slender body.49、She saw me, and walked over. She teetered a little, but it was not due to her once-tubercular leg, for her limp was almost gone.50、"Hi, Vanessa," Her voice still had the same hoarseness . "Long time no see, eh?"51、"Hi," I said "Where've you been keeping yourself, Piquette?"52、"Oh, I been around," she said. "I been away almost two years now. Been all over the place--Winnipeg, Regina, Saskatoon. Jesus, what I could tell you! I come back this summer, but I ain't stayin'. You kids go in to the dance?"53、"No," I said abruptly, for this was a sore point with me. I was fifteen, and thought I was old enough to go to the Saturday-night dances at the Flamingo. My mother, however, thought otherwise.54、"Y'oughta come," Piquette said. "I never miss one. It's just about the on'y thing in this jerkwater55、town that's any fun. Boy, you couldn' catch me stayin' here. I don' give a shit about this place. It stinks."56、She sat down beside me, and I caught the harsh over-sweetness of her perfume.57、"Listen, you wanna know something, Vanessa?" she confided , her voice only slightly blurred. "Your dad was the only person in Manawaka that ever done anything good to me."58、I nodded speechlessly. I was certain she was speaking the truth. I knew a little more than I had that summer at Diamond Lake, but I could not reach her now any more than I had then, I was ashamed, ashamed of my own timidity, the frightened tendency to look the other way. Yet I felt no real warmth towards her-- I only felt that I ought to, because of that distant summer and because my father had hoped she would be company for me, or perhaps that I would be for her, but it had not happened that way. At this moment, meeting her again, I had to admit that she repelled and embarrassed me, and I could not help despising the self-pity in her voice. I wished she would go away. I did not want to see her did not know what to say to her. It seemed that we had nothing to say to one another.59、"I'll tell you something else," Piquette went on. "All the old bitches an' biddies in this town will sure be surprised. I'm gettin' married this fall -- my boy friend, he's an English fella, works in the stockyards in the city there, a very tall guy, got blond wavy hair. Gee, is he ever handsome. Got this real Hiroshima name. Alvin Gerald Cummings--some handle, eh? They call him Al."60、For the merest instant, then I saw her. I really did see her, for the first and only time in all the years we had both lived in the same town. Her defiant face, momentarily, became unguarded and unmasked, and in her eyes there was a terrifying hope.61、"Gee, Piquette --" I burst out awkwardly, "that's swell. That's really wonderful. Congratulations—good luck--I hope you'll be happy--"62、As l mouthed the conventional phrases, I could only guess how great her need must have been, that she had been forced to seek the very things she so bitterly rejected.63、When I was eighteen, I left Manawaka and went away to college. At the end of my first year, I came back home for the summer. I spent the first few days in talking non-stop with my mother, as we exchanged all the news that somehow had not found its way into letters-- what had happened in my life and what had happened here in Manawaka while I was away. My mother searched her memory for events that concerned people I knew.64、"Did I ever write you about Piquette Tonnerre, Vanessa?" she asked one morning.65、"No, I don't think so," I replied. "Last I heard of her, she was going to marry some guy in the city. Is she still there?"66、My mother looked Hiroshima , and it was a moment before she spoke, as though she did not know how to express what she had to tell and wished she did not need to try.67、"She's dead," she said at last. Then, as I stared at her, "Oh, Vanessa, when it happened, I couldn't help thinking of her as she was that summer--so sullen and gauche and badly dressed. I couldn't help wondering if we could have done something more at that time--but what could we do? She used to be around in the cottage therewith me all day, and honestly it was all I could do to get a word out of her. She didn't even talk to your father very much, although I think she liked him in her way."68、"What happened?" I asked.69、"Either her husband left her, or she left him," my mother said. "I don't know which. Anyway, she came back here with two youngsters, both only babies--they must have been born very close together. She kept house, I guess, for Lazarus and her brothers, down in the valley there, in the old Tonnerre place. I used to see her on the street sometimes, but she never spoke to me. She'd put on an awful lot of weight, and she looked a mess, to tell you the truth, a real slattern , dressed any old how. She was up in court a couple of times--drunk and disorderly, of course. One Saturday night last winter, during the coldest weather, Piquette was alone in the shack with the children. The Tonnerres made home brew all the time, so I've heard, and Lazarus said later she'd been drinking most of the day when he and the boys went out that evening. They had an old woodstove there--you know the kind, with exposed pipes. The shack caught fire. Piquette didn't get out, and neither did the children."70、I did not say anything. As so often with Piquette, there did not seem to be anything to say. There was a kind of silence around the image in my mind of the fire and the snow, and I wished I could put from my memory the look that I had seen once in Piquette's eyes.71、I went up to Diamond Lake for a few days that summer, with Mavis and her family. The MacLeod cottage had been sold after my father's death, and I did not evengo to look at it, not wanting to witness my long-ago kingdom possessed now by strangers. But one evening I went clown to the shore by myself.72、The small pier which my father had built was gone, and in its place there wasa large and solid pier built by the government, for Galloping Mountain was now a national park, and Diamond Lake had been re-named Lake Wapakata, for it was felt that an Indian name would have a greater appeal to tourists. The one store had become several dozen, and the settlement had all the attributes of a flourishing resort--hotels, a dance-hall, cafes with neon signs, the penetrating odoursof potato chips and hot dogs.73、I sat on the government pier and looked out across the water. At night the lake at least was the same as it had always been, darkly shining and bearing within its black glass the streak of amber that was the path of the moon. There was no wind that evening, and everything was quiet all around me. It seemed too quiet, and then I realized that the loons were no longer here. I listened for some time, to make sure, but never once did I hear that long-drawn call, half mocking and half plaintive, spearing through the stillness across the lake.74、I did not know what had happened to the birds. Perhaps they had gone away to some far place of belonging. Perhaps they had been unable to find such a place, and had simply died out, having ceased to care any longer whether they lived or not.75、I remembered how Piquette had scorned to come along, when my father andI sat there and listened to the lake birds. It seemed to me now that in someunconscious and totally unrecognized way, Piquette might have been the only one, after all, who had heard the crying of the loons.第十二课潜水鸟玛格丽特劳伦斯马纳瓦卡山下有一条小河，叫瓦恰科瓦河，浑浊的河水沿着布满鹅卵石的河床哗哗地流淌着，河边谷地上长着多数的矮橡树、灰绿色柳树和野樱桃树，形成一片茂密的丛林。
高级英语1第三版lesson12课后答案
高级英语1第三版lesson12课后答案1、I have worked all day. I'm so tired that I need _____ . [单选题] *A. a night restB. rest of nightC. a night's rest(正确答案)D. a rest of night2、The commander said that two _____ would be sent to the Iraqi front line the next day. [单选题] *A. women's doctorB. women doctorsC. women's doctorsD. women doctor(正确答案)3、The book is _______. You’d better buy it. [单选题] *A. useful(正确答案)B. uselessC. useD. careful4、90．—I want to go to different places, but I don’t know the ________. —A map is helpful, I think. [单选题] *A．price(正确答案)B．timeC．wayD．ticket5、This kind of work _______ skills and speed. [单选题] *A. looks forB. waits forC. calls for(正确答案)D. cares for6、She _______ love cats, but one attacked her and she doesn’t like them anymore. [单选题]*A. got used toB. was used toC. was used forD. used to(正确答案)7、Mrs. Black is on her way to England. She will _______ in London on Sunday afternoon. [单选题] *A. reachB. attendC. arrive(正确答案)D. get8、I arrived _____ the city _____ 9:00 am _______ April [单选题] *A. at, in, atB. to, on, atC. in, or, atD. in, at, on(正确答案)9、What he said sounds _______. [单选题] *A. pleasantlyB. nicelyC. friendly(正确答案)D. wonderfully10、—Tony, it’s cold outside. ______ wear a jacket?—OK, mom.（）[单选题] *A. Why not(正确答案)B. Why don’tC. Why did youD. Why do you11、—Where are you going, Tom? —To Bill's workshop. The engine of my car needs _____. [单选题] *A. repairing(正确答案)B. repairedC. repairD. to repair12、Kate has a cat _______ Mimi. [单选题] *A. called(正确答案)B. callC. to callD. calling13、Many people prefer the bowls made of steel to the _____ made of plastic. [单选题] *A. itB. ones(正确答案)C. oneD. them14、There are many_____desks in the room. [单选题] *rge old brown(正确答案)B.old large brownrge brown oldD.brown old large15、--Whose _______ are these?? ? ? --I think they are John·s. [单选题] *A. keyB. keyesC. keys(正确答案)D. keies16、Chinese people spend _____ money on travelling today as they did ten years ago. [单选题] *A. more than twiceB. as twice muchC. twice as much(正确答案)D. twice more than17、67．—What can I do for you?—I'm looking at that dress.It looks nice.May I ________？[单选题] *A．hold it onB．try it on(正确答案)C．take it offD．get it off18、--I can’t watch TV after school.--I can’t, _______. [单选题] *A. alsoB. tooC. either(正确答案)D. so19、—When are you going to Hainan Island for a holiday? —______ the morning of 1st May.（）[单选题] *A. InB. AtC. On(正确答案)D. For20、--It is Sunday tomorrow, I have no idea what to do.--What about _______? [单选题] *A. play computer gamesB. go fishingC. climbing the mountain(正确答案)D. see a film21、She talks too much; you’ll be glad when you’re free of her. [单选题] *A. 与她自由交谈B. 离开她(正确答案)C. 受她的控制D. 与她在一起22、31．A key ring is used __________ holding the keys. [单选题] *A．toB．inC．for (正确答案)D．with23、--All of you have passed the test!--_______ pleasant news you have told us! [单选题] *A. HowB. How aC. What(正确答案)D. What a24、The firm attributed the accident to（）fog, and no casualties have been reported until now. [单选题] *A. minimumB. scarceC. dense(正确答案)D. seldom25、Amy and her best friend often ______ books together.（）[单选题] *A. read(正确答案)B. readsC. is readingD. to read26、--Why are you late for school today?--I’m sorry. I didn’t catch the early bus and I had to _______ the next one. [单选题] *A. wait for(正确答案)B. ask forC. care forD. stand for27、Li Jing often helps me ______ my geography.（）[单选题] *A. atB. inC. ofD. with(正确答案)28、______ pocket money did you get when you were a child? （）[单选题] *A. WhatB. HowC. How manyD. How much(正确答案)29、The children were all looking forward to giving the old people a happy day. [单选题]*A. 寻找B. 期盼(正确答案)C. 看望D. 继续30、She _______ be here. [单选题] *A. is gladB. is so glad to(正确答案)C. am gladD. is to。
高级英语第一册课後练习Paraphrase及翻译
第一课1.Little donkey s make theirway amongthe pushin g crowdof people and go throug h them.2.Then as you walk deeper into the market, the noiseof the entran ce slowly disapp earsand you come to the quietcloth-market.3.They reduce the number of theirchoice s and beginto bargai n with the seller seriou sly in orderto lowerthe price.4.He will ask higher pricefor the item than usualand refuse to reduce the priceby any signif icant amount in the bargai ning.5. When you walk closeto the copper-smiths’market, you can hear distin ctlythe noiseof ringin g, bangin g and clashi ng.1.此时显现在我脑海中的这个中东集市，其入口处是座古老的砖石结构的哥特式拱门。
在炎炎的烈日和耀眼的阳光下，你经过一个大型露天广场，走进一个凉爽、幽暗的洞穴。
2.对顾客来说，不到最后一刻是不能让店主猜到她心里究竟喜欢什么、想买什么的。
3.而对卖主那一方来说，他必须竭尽全力的表示，他开出的价钱使他根本无利可图，而他之所以愿意这样做完全是出于他本人对顾客的敬重。
高级英语(第三版)第一册第十二课 Ships in the Desert
action.
Para. 11 The military system: “local” skirmishes, “regional” battles, and “strategic” conflicts
Paras. 21-26: Solution
• A. Recognizing the starling images of destruction
• B. Understanding the two aspects • C. Changing the view of the
relationship-Educate people
Para.10 The importance of organizing our thoughts
it may be helpful to classify them and thus begin to organize our thoughts and feelings so that we may be able to respond appropriately:
• What should we feel toward these ghosts in the sky:
• What should our attitude be toward these noctilucent clouds in the sky?
Para 9. Human’s puzzling response
environment • To be able to talk about environmental
高级英语1 Unit12 The Two Cultures 翻译
两种文化“很奇怪，”19世纪三十年代的一个下午，G.H.Hardy说道，“但是最近当我听到知识分子这个词时，竟然没有把我、J.J.Thomson和Rutherford包含在内。
”Hardy是他们这个时代的第一位数学家，J.J.Thomson则是同时代的第一位物理学家；至于Rutherford，他是在世过的最伟大的科学家之一。
一些聪明的学文的人把他们置于知识分子的围墙之外，而对于Hardy 来说这就像一个笑话。
不过现如今这也不是什么笑话。
这两种文化之间的隔阂在我们眼皮子底下愈发加深，两种文化之间鲜有交流，只有些许的不理解和相互厌恶。
而传统文化，通常来说是文科，就好像代表着一个势力逐渐衰弱的国家，保守着岌岌可危的尊严，在现代传统文化上花了太大力气。
（传统文化）有时会突然陷入暴怒之中，其激烈的言辞却是远非他们自身的力量所能承受的，（传统文化）过分急于捍卫自身的地位，而未能以冷静宽容的态度审视力量科学，而后者将不可避免地改造前者。
然而科学文化则是宽广的，并非如此严格的，从根源上来说是自信的，甚至在奥本海默的自我批评以后更为自信。
当然关于科学文化的历史也是倾向另一边的，它急躁，执着，具有创造力，而非挑剔，温顺和高傲的。
这两种文化都不知道对方的美德，仿佛是故意不想知道。
传统文化对科学文化憎恶又恐惧，而另一边，科学文化对传统文化是憎恶加恼怒。
当科学家们看到对于传统文化的任何表达形式时，他们都想跺脚（借用。
具有说服力的短语）。
不过不用赘述的是，在两种文化的交叉领域里，这种笼统的归纳总结势必显得愚蠢。
许多优秀的科学家和文学家难以区分，反之亦然。
尽管关于科学家的一些陈旧的概括实际上是缺乏细节描述的误导，比如把科学家概括为左翼的代表。
只有部分是真实的，很多工程师跟医生一样保守；而对于那些纯粹的科学家来说，他们有时跟化学家一样。
只有在物理学家和生物学家中才能找到很多左翼激进分子。
如果有人将科学家这个整体和与之对立的传统文化相比（作家，学者等），最终的结果也许是不及百分之一的人倾向左翼。
高级英语1unit12The Two Cultures课后答案
高级英语1unit12The Two Cultures课后答案1、—Do you like to watch Hero?—Yes. I enjoy ______ action movies. （）[单选题] *A. watchB. watching(正确答案)C. to watchD. watches2、Location is the first thing customers consider when_____to buy a house. [单选题] *A.planning(正确答案)B.plannedC.having plannedD.to plan3、My sister gave me a _______ at my birthday party. [单选题] *A. parentB. peaceC. patientD. present(正确答案)4、John Smith is _______ of the three young men. [单选题] *A. strongB. strongerC. the strongerD. the strongest(正确答案)5、Can you give her some ______ ? [单选题] *A. advice(正确答案)B. suggestionC. advicesD. suggest6、4．—Let's fly a kite when you are ________ at the weekend.—Good idea. [单选题] * A．warmB．kindC．smallD．free(正确答案)7、I don't know the man _____ you are talking about. [单选题] *A. who'sB. whose(正确答案)C. whomD. which8、92．China is a big country ________ a long history. [单选题] *A．hasB．haveC．with(正确答案)D．there is9、91．—Do you live in front of the big supermarket?—No. I live ________ the supermarket ________ the post office. [单选题] *A．across; fromB．next; toC．between; and(正确答案)D．near; to10、I _____ of her since she left school three years ago. [单选题] *A. didn’t hearB. haven’t heard(正确答案)C. was not hearingD. shall not heard11、The museum is _______ in the northeast of Changsha. [单选题] *A. sitB. located(正确答案)C. liesD. stand12、31．That's ______ interesting football game. We are all excited. [单选题] * A．aB．an(正确答案)C．theD．/13、66．—How much meat do you want?—________．[单选题] * A．Sorry, there isn't anyB．I can't give you anyC．Half a kilo, please(正确答案)D．Twelve yuan a kilo14、If you do the same thing for a long time, you'll be tired of it. [单选题] *A. 试图B. 努力C. 厌倦(正确答案)D. 熟练15、While I _____ the morning paper, a headline caught my eye.. [单选题] *A. have readB. was reading(正确答案)C. had readD. am reading16、—Can you play the violin at the art festival?—No, I ______. But I am good at playing the drums.（）[单选题] *A. canB. can’t(正确答案)C. doD. don’t17、?I am good at schoolwork. I often help my classmates _______ English. [单选题] *A. atB. toC. inD. with(正确答案)18、Mr. Brown ______ the football match next week.（）[单选题] *A. is seeingB. seesC. sawD. is going to see(正确答案)19、Nearly two thousand years have passed _____ the Chinese first invented the compass. [单选题] *A. whenB. beforeC. since(正确答案)D. after20、Don’t _______ to close the door when you leave the classroom. [单选题] *A. missB. loseC. forget(正确答案)D. remember21、The street was named _____ George Washington who led the American war for independence. [单选题] *A. fromB. withC. asD. after(正确答案)22、I’m still unable to make myself_____in the discussion, which worries me a lot. [单选题]*A.understandB.understood(正确答案)C.understandingD.to be understood23、40．Star wars is ______ adventure film and it is very interesting. [单选题] *A．aB．an (正确答案)C．theD．/24、The beautiful radio _______ me 30 dollars. [单选题] *A. spentB. paidC. cost(正确答案)D. took25、57．Next week will be Lisa's birthday. I will send her a birthday present ________ post. [单选题] *A．withB．forC．by(正确答案)D．in26、70．Would you like ________，sir? [单选题] *A．something else(正确答案)B．nothing elseC．else somethingD．else anything27、Every means _____ but it's not so effective. [单选题] *A. have been triedB. has been tried(正确答案)C. have triedD. has tried28、I always get ______ grades than he does, so maybe I should help him more.（）[单选题] *A. bestB. better(正确答案)C. goodD. well29、Tomorrow is Ann’s birthday. Her mother is going to make a _______ meal for her. [单选题] *A. commonB. quickC. special(正确答案)D. simple30、He’s so careless that he always _______ his school things at home. [单选题] *A. forgetsB. leaves(正确答案)C. putsD. buys。
高级英语第一册修订本第12课Lesson12 The Loons原文和翻译
高级英语第一册(修订本)第12课Lesson12-The-Loons原文和翻译．The Loons Margarel Laurence1、Just below Manawaka, wherethe Wachakwa River ran brown and noisy over the pebbles , the scrub oak and grey-green willow and chokecherry bushes grew in a dense thicket . In a clearing at the centre of the thicket stood the Tonnerrefamily's shack. The basis at this dwelling was a small square cabin made of poplar poles and chinkedwith mud, which had been built by Jules Tonnerre some fifty years before, when he came back from Batoche with a bullet in his thigh, the year that Riel was hung and the voices of the Metis entered their long silence. Jules had only intended to stay the winter in the Wachakwa Valley, but the family was still there in the thirties, when I was a child. As 2the Tonnerres had increased, their settlement had been added to, until the clearing at the foot of the townhill was a chaos of lean-tos, wooden packing cases, warped lumber, discarded car types, ramshackle chicken coops , tangled strands of barbed wire and rusty tin cans.2、The Tonnerres were French half breeds, and among themselves they spoke a patois that was neither Cree nor French. Their English was brokenand full of obscenities. They did not belong among the Cree of the Galloping Mountain reservation, further north, and they did not belong among the Scots-Irish and Ukrainians of Manawaka, either. They were, as my Grandmother MacLeod would have put it, neither flesh, fowl, nor good salt herring .3When their men were not working at odd jobs or as section hands on the C.P. R. they lived on relief. In thesummers, one of the Tonnerre youngsters, with a face that seemed totally unfamiliar with laughter, would knock at the doors of the town's brick houses and offer for sale a lard -pail full of bruised wild strawberries, and if he got as much as a quarter he would grab the coin and run before the customer hadtime to change her mind. Sometimes old Jules, or his son Lazarus, would get mixed up in a Saturday-night brawl , and would hit out at whoever was nearest or howl drunkenly among the offended shoppers on Main Street, and then the Mountie would put them for the night in the barred cell underneath the Court4House, and the next morning they would be quiet again.3、Piquette Tonnerre, thedaughter of Lazarus, was in my class at school. She was older than I, but she had failed several grades, perhaps because her attendance had always been sporadic and her interest in schoolwork negligible . Part of the reason she had missed a lot of school was that she had had tuberculosis of the bone, and hadonce spent many months in hospital.I knew this because my father was the doctor who had looked after her. Her sickness was almost the only thing I knew about her, however. Otherwise, she existed for me only as a vaguely embarrassing presence, with her hoarse voice and her clumsy limping walk and her grimy cotton5dresses that were always miles too long. I was neither friendly nor unfriendly towards her. She dweltand moved somewhere within my scope of vision, but I did not actually notice her very much until that peculiar summer when I was eleven.4、I don't know what to do about that kid. my father said at dinner one evening. Piquette Tonnerre, I mean. The damn bone's flared up again. I've had her in hospital forquite a while now, and it's under control all right, but I hate like the dickens to send her home again.5、Couldn't you explain to her mother that she has to rest a lot? my mother said.6、The mother's not there myfather replied. She took off a few years back. Can't say I blame her.6Piquette cooks for them, and she says Lazarus would never do anything for himself as long as she'sthere. Anyway, I don't think she'd take much care of herself, once she got back. She's only thirteen, after all. Beth, I was thinking—What about taking her up to Diamond Lake with us this summer? A couple of months rest would give that bone a much better chance.7、My mother looked stunned.8、But Ewen -- what aboutRoddie and Vanessa?9、She's not contagious , myfather said. And it would be company for Vanessa.10、Oh dear, my mother said in distress, I'll bet anything she has nits in her hair.711、For Pete's sake, my fathersaid crossly, do you think Matron would let her stay in the hospital forall this time like that? Don't be silly, Beth.12、Grandmother MacLeod, her delicately featured face as rigid as a cameo , now brought her mauve-veined hands together as though she were about to begin prayer. 13、Ewen, if that half breed youngster comes along to DiamondLake, I'm not going, she announced. I'll go to Morag's for the summer. 14、I had trouble in stifling my urge to laugh, for my mother brightened visibly and quickly tried to hide it. If it came to a choice between Grandmother MacLeod and Piquette, Piquette would win hands down, nits or not.815、It might be quite nice for you, at that, she mused. You haven't seen Morag for over a year, and youmight enjoy being in the city for a while. Well, Ewen dear, you do what you think best. If you think it would do Piquette some good, then we' II be glad to have her, as long as she behaves herself.16、So it happened that several weeks later, when we all piled into my father's old Nash, surrounded bysuitcases and boxes of provisions and toys for my ten-month-old brother, Piquette was with us and Grandmother MacLeod, miraculously, was not. My father would only be staying at the cottage for a couple of weeks, for he had to get back to his practice, but the rest of us would stay 9at Diamond Lake until the end of August.17、Our cottage was not named,as many were, Dew Drop Inn or Bide-a-Wee, or Bonnie Doon”. The sign on the roadway bore in austere letters only our name, MacLeod. It was not a large cottage, but it was on the lakefront. You could look out the windows and see, through the filigree of the spruce trees, the water glistening greenly as the sun caughtit. All around the cottage were ferns, and sharp-branched raspberrybushes, and moss that had grown over fallen tree trunks, If you looked carefully among the weeds and grass, you could find wild strawberry plants which were in white flower now and in another month would bear fruit, the fragrant 10globes hanging like miniaturescarlet lanterns on the thin hairy stems. The two grey squirrels were still there,gossiping at us from the tall spruce beside the cottage, and by the end of the summer they would again be tame enough to take pieces of crust from my hands. The broad mooseantlers that hung above the back door were a little more bleached and fissured after the winter, but otherwise everything was the same.I raced joyfully around my kingdom, greeting all the places I had not seen for a year. My brother, Roderick, who had not been born when we were here last summer, sat on the car rug in the sunshine and examined a brown spruce cone, meticulously turning it round and round in his small and curious hands. My mother and father toted the luggage from car 11to cottage, exclaiming over how well the place had wintered, no broken windows, thank goodness, noapparent damage from storm felled branches or snow.18、Only after I had finished looking around did I notice Piquette. She was sitting on the swing her lame leg held stiffly out, and her other foot scuffing the ground as she swung slowly back and forth. Her long hair hung black and straightaround her shoulders, and her broad coarse-featured face bore no expression -- it was blank, as though she no longer dwelt within her own skull, as though she had gone elsewhere.I approached her very hesitantly.19、Want to come and play?1220、Piquette looked at me with a sudden flash of scorn.21、I ain't a kid, she said.22、Wounded, I stamped angrily away, swearing I would not speak to her for the rest of the summer. In the days that followed, however, Piquette began to interest me, and l began to want to interest her. My reasons did not appear bizarre to me. Unlikely as it may seem, I had only just realised that the Tonnerre family,whom I had always heard Called half breeds, were actually Indians, or as near as made no difference. My acquaintance with Indians was not expensive. I did not remember ever having seen a real Indian, and my new awareness that Piquette sprang from the people of Big Bear and Poundmaker, of Tecumseh, of the13Iroquois who had eaten FatherBrébeuf's heart--all this gave her an instant attraction in my eyes. I wasdevoted reader of Pauline Johnson at this age, and sometimes would orate aloud and in an exalted voice, West Wind, blow from your prairie nest, Blow from the mountains, blow from the west--and so on. It seemed to me that Piquette must be in some way a daughter of the forest, a kind of junior prophetess of the wilds, whomight impart to me, if I took the right approach, some of the secrets which she undoubtedly knew --where the whippoorwill made her nest, how the coyote reared her young, or whatever it was that it said in Hiawatha.23、I set about gaining Piquette's trust. She was not allowed to go14swimming, with her bad leg, but I managed to lure her down to the beach-- or rather, she came becausethere was nothing else to do. The water was always icy, for the lake was fed by springs, but I swam like a dog, thrashing my arms and legs around at such speed and with such an output of energy that I never grew cold. Finally, when I had enough, I came out and sat beside Piquette on the sand. When she saw meapproaching, her hands squashed flat the sand castle she had been building, and she looked at me sullenly, without speaking.24、Do you like this place? I asked, after a while, intending to lead on from there into the question of forest lore .1525、Piquette shrugged. It's okay. Good as anywhere.26、I love it, said. We comehere every summer.27、So what? Her voice was distant, and I glanced at her uncertainly, wondering what I could have said wrong.28、Do you want to come for a walk? I asked her. We wouldn'tneed to go far. If you walk just around the point there, you come to abay where great big reeds grow in the water, and all kinds of fish hang around there. Want to? Come on.29、She shook her head.30、Your dad said I ain'tsupposed to do no more walking thanI got to. I tried another line.1631、I bet you know a lot aboutthe woods and all that, eh? I began respectfully.32、Piquette looked at me from her large dark unsmiling eyes. 33、I don't know what in hellyou're talkin' about, she replied. You nuts or somethin'? If you mean where my old man, and me, and all them live, you better shut up, by Jesus, you hear?34、I was startled and my feelingswere hurt, but I had a kind of dogged perseverance. I ignored her rebuff. 35、You know something, Piquette? There's loons here, on this lake. You can see their nests just up the shore there, behind those logs. At night, you can hear them even from the cottage, but it's better to listen17from the beach. My dad says we should listen and try to remember how they sound, because in a fewyears when more cottages are built at Diamond Lake and more people come in, the loons will go away. 36、Piquette was picking up stones and snail shells and then dropping them again.37、Who gives a good goddamn? she said.38、It became increasinglyobvious that, as an Indian, Piquette was a dead loss. That evening I went out by myself, scrambling through the bushes that overhung the steep path, my feet slipping on the fallen spruce needles that covered the ground. When I reached the shore, I walked along the firm damp sand to the small pier that my father had18built, and sat down there. I heard someone else crashing through the undergrowth and the bracken, andfor a moment I thought Piquette had changed her mind, but it turned out to be my father. He sat beside me on the pier and we waited, without speaking.38、At night the lake was likeblack glass with a streak of amber which was the path of the moon. All around, the spruce trees grew talland close-set, branches blackly sharp against the sky, which was lightened by a cold flickering of stars. Then the loons began their calling. They rose like phantom birds from the nests on the shore, and flew out onto the dark still surface of the water.1940、No one can ever describe that ululating sound, the crying of the loons, and no one who has heard itcan ever forget it. Plaintive , and yet with a quality of chilling mockery , those voices belonged to a world separated by aeon from our neat world of summer cottages and the lighted lamps of home.41、They must have sounded just like that, my father remarked,efore any person ever set foothere. Then he laughed. You could say the same, of course, about sparrows or chipmunk, but somehow it only strikes you that way with the loons.42、I know, I said.43、Neither of us suspected that this would be the last time we would ever sit here together on the shore, 20listening. We stayed for perhaps half an hour, and then we went back to the cottage. My mother was readingbeside the fireplace. Piquette was looking at the burning birch log, and not doing anything.44、You should have comealong, I said, although in fact I was glad she had not.45、Not me, Piquette said. You wouldn' catch me walkin' way down there jus' for a bunch of squawkin'birds.46、Piquette and I remained ill at ease with one another. felt I had somehow failed my father, but I did not know what was the matter, nor why she Would not or could not respond when I suggested exploring the woods or Playing house. I thought it was probably her slow and 21difficult walking that held her back. She stayed most of the time in the cottage with my mother, helping herwith the dishes or with Roddie, but hardly ever talking. Then the Duncans arrived at their cottage, and I spent my days with Mavis, who was my best friend. I could not reach Piquette at all, and I soon lost interest in trying. But all that summer she remained as both a reproach and a mystery to me.47、That winter my father died of pneumonia, after less than a week's illness. For some time I saw nothing around me, being completely immersed in my own pain and my mother's. When I looked outward once more, I scarcely noticed that Piquette Tonnerre was no longer at school. I do not remember seeing her 22at all until four years later, one Saturday night when Mavis and I were having Cokes in the Regal Café.The jukebox was booming like tuneful thunder, and beside it, leaning lightly on its chrome and its rainbow glass, was a girl.48、Piquette must have been seventeen then, although she looked about twenty. I stared at her, astounded that anyone could have changed so much. Her face, sostolidand expressionless before, was animated now with a gaiety that was almost violent. She laughed and talked very loudly with the boys around her. Her lipstick was bright carmine, and her hair was cut Short and frizzily permed . She had not been pretty as a child, and she was not pretty now, for her features were 23still heavy and blunt. But her dark and slightly slanted eyes were beautiful, and her skin-tight skirt andorange sweater displayed to enviable advantage a soft and slender body.49、She saw me, and walked over. She teetered a little, but it was not due to her once-tubercular leg, for her limp was almost gone.50、Hi, Vanessa, Her voice stillhad the same hoarseness . Long time no see, eh?51、Hi, I said Where've youbeen keeping yourself, Piquette?52、Oh, I been around, she said.I been away almost two years now. Been all over the place--Winnipeg, Regina, Saskatoon. Jesus, what I could tell you! I come back this24summer, but I ain't stayin'. You kids go in to the dance?53、No, I said abruptly, for thiswas a sore point with me. I was fifteen, and thought I was old enough to go to the Saturday-night dances at the Flamingo. My mother, however, thought otherwise.54、Y'oughta come, Piquettesaid. I never miss one. It's just about the on'y thing in this jerkwater 55、town that's any fun. Boy, youcouldn' catch me stayin' here. I don' give a shit about this place. It stinks.56、She sat down beside me, andI caught the harsh over-sweetness of her perfume.57、Listen, you wanna know something, Vanessa? she confided , 25her voice only slightly blurred. Your dad was the only person in Manawaka that ever done anythinggood to me.58、I nodded speechlessly. I was certain she was speaking the truth. I knew a little more than I had that summer at Diamond Lake, but I could not reach her now any more than I had then, I was ashamed, ashamed of my own timidity, the frightened tendency to look the other way. Yet I。
高级英语上册第12课
Why I Write从很小的时候，大概五、六岁，我知道长大以后将成为一个作家。
From a very early age, perhaps the age of five or six, I knew that when I grew up I should be a writer.从17到24岁的这段时间里，我试图打消这个念头，可总觉得这样做是在戕害我的天性，认为我迟早会坐下来伏案著书。
Between the ages of about seventeen and twenty-four I tried to abandon this idea, but I did so with the consciousness that I was outraging my true nature and that sooner or later I should have to settle down and write books.三个孩子中,我是老二。
老大和老三与我相隔五岁。
8岁以前,我很少见到我爸爸。
由于这个以及其他一些缘故,我的性格有些孤僻。
我的举止言谈逐渐变得很不讨人喜欢,这使我在上学期间几乎没有什么朋友。
I was the middle child of three, but there was a gap of five years on either side, and I barely saw my father before I was eight. For this and other reasons I was somewhat lonely, and I soon developed disagreeable mannerisms which made me unpopular throughout my schooldays.我像一般孤僻的孩子一样,喜欢凭空编造各种故事,和想象的人谈话。
高级英语第一册(修订本)第12课Lesson12-The-Loons原文和翻译
The LoonsMargarel Laurence1、Just below Manawaka, where the Wachakwa River ran brown and noisy over the pebbles , the scrub oak and grey-green willow and chokecherry bushes grew in a dense thicket . In a clearing at the centre of the thicket stood the Tonnerre family's shack. The basis at this dwelling was a small square cabin made of poplar poles and chinked with mud, which had been built by Jules Tonnerre some fifty years before, when he came back from Batoche with a bullet in his thigh, the year that Riel was hung and the voices of the Metis entered their long silence. Jules had only intended to stay the winter in the Wachakwa Valley, but the family was still there in the thirties, when I was a child. As the Tonnerres had increased, their settlement had been added to, until the clearing at the foot of the town hill was a chaos of lean-tos, wooden packing cases, warped lumber, discarded car types, ramshackle chicken coops , tangled strands of barbed wire and rusty tin cans.2、The Tonnerres were French half breeds, and among themselves they spoke a patois that was neither Cree nor French. Their English was broken and full of obscenities. They did not belong among the Cree of the Galloping Mountain reservation, further north, and they did not belong among the Scots-Irish and Ukrainians of Manawaka, either. They were, as my Grandmother MacLeod would have put it, neither flesh, fowl, nor good salt herring . When their men were not working at odd jobs or as section hands on the C.P. R. they lived on relief. In the summers, one of the Tonnerre youngsters, with a face that seemed totally unfamiliar with laughter, would knockat the doors of the town's brick houses and offer for sale a lard -pail full of bruised wild strawberries, and if he got as much as a quarter he would grab the coin and run before the customer had time to change her mind. Sometimes old Jules, or his son Lazarus, would get mixed up in a Saturday-night brawl , and would hit out at whoever was nearest or howl drunkenly among the offended shoppers on Main Street, and then the Mountie would put them for the night in the barred cell underneath the Court House, and the next morning they would be quiet again.3、Piquette Tonnerre, the daughter of Lazarus, was in my class at school. She was older than I, but she had failed several grades, perhaps because her attendance had always been sporadic and her interest in schoolwork negligible . Part of the reason she had missed a lot of school was that she had had tuberculosis of the bone, and had once spent many months in hospital. I knew this because my father was the doctor who had looked after her. Her sickness was almost the only thing I knew about her, however. Otherwise, she existed for me only as a vaguely embarrassing presence, with her hoarse voice and her clumsy limping walk and her grimy cotton dresses that were always miles too long. I was neither friendly nor unfriendly towards her. She dwelt and moved somewhere within my scope of vision, but I did not actually notice her very much until that peculiar summer when I was eleven.4、"I don't know what to do about that kid." my father said at dinner one evening. "Piquette Tonnerre, I mean. The damn bone's flared up again. I've had her in hospitalfor quite a while now, and it's under control all right, but I hate like the dickens to send her home again."5、"Couldn't you explain to her mother that she has to rest a lot?" my mother said.6、"The mother's not there" my father replied. "She took off a few years back. Can't say I blame her. Piquette cooks for them, and she says Lazarus would never do anything for himself as long as she's there. Anyway, I don't think she'd take much care of herself, once she got back. She's only thirteen, after all. Beth, I was thinking—What about taking her up to Diamond Lake with us this summer? A couple of months rest would give that bone a much better chance."7、My mother looked stunned.8、"But Ewen -- what about Roddie and Vanessa?"9、"She's not contagious ," my father said. "And it would be company for Vanessa."10、"Oh dear," my mother said in distress, "I'll bet anything she has nits in her hair."11、"For Pete's sake," my father said crossly, "do you think Matron would let her stay in the hospital for all this time like that? Don't be silly, Beth. "12、Grandmother MacLeod, her delicately featured face as rigid as a cameo , now brought her mauve -veined hands together as though she were about to begin prayer.13、"Ewen, if that half breed youngster comes along to Diamond Lake, I'm not going," she announced. "I'll go to Morag's for the summer."14、I had trouble in stifling my urge to laugh, for my mother brightened visibly and quickly tried to hide it. If it came to a choice between Grandmother MacLeod and Piquette, Piquette would win hands down, nits or not.15、"It might be quite nice for you, at that," she mused. "You haven't seen Morag for over a year, and you might enjoy being in the city for a while. Well, Ewen dear, you do what you think best. If you think it would do Piquette some good, then we' II be glad to have her, as long as she behaves herself."16、So it happened that several weeks later, when we all piled into my father's old Nash, surrounded by suitcases and boxes of provisions and toys for myten-month-old brother, Piquette was with us and Grandmother MacLeod, miraculously, was not. My father would only be staying at the cottage for a couple of weeks, for he had to get back to his practice, but the rest of us would stay at Diamond Lake until the end of August.17、Our cottage was not named, as many were, "Dew Drop Inn" or "Bide-a-Wee," or "Bonnie Doon”. The sign on the roadway bore in austere letters only our name, MacLeod. It was not a large cottage, but it was on the lakefront. You could lookout the windows and see, through the filigree of the spruce trees, the water glistening greenly as the sun caught it. All around the cottage were ferns, and sharp-branched raspberrybushes, and moss that had grown over fallen tree trunks, If you looked carefully among the weeds and grass, you could find wild strawberry plants which were in white flower now and in another month would bear fruit, the fragrant globes hanging like miniaturescarlet lanterns on the thin hairy stems. The two grey squirrels were still there, gossiping at us from the tall spruce beside the cottage, and by the end of the summer they would again be tame enough to take pieces of crust from my hands. The broad mooseantlers that hung above the back door were a little more bleached and fissured after the winter, but otherwise everything was the same. I raced joyfully around my kingdom, greeting all the places I had not seen for a year. My brother, Roderick, who had not been born when we were here last summer, sat on the car rug in the sunshine and examined a brown spruce cone, meticulously turning it round and round in his small and curious hands. My mother and father toted the luggage from car to cottage, exclaiming over how well the place had wintered, no broken windows, thank goodness, no apparent damage from storm felled branches or snow.18、Only after I had finished looking around did I notice Piquette. She was sitting on the swing her lame leg held stiffly out, and her other foot scuffing the ground as she swung slowly back and forth. Her long hair hung black and straight around her shoulders, and her broad coarse-featured face bore no expression -- itwas blank, as though she no longer dwelt within her own skull, as though she had gone elsewhere.I approached her very hesitantly.19、"Want to come and play?"20、Piquette looked at me with a sudden flash of scorn.21、"I ain't a kid," she said.22、Wounded, I stamped angrily away, swearing I would not speak to her for the rest of the summer. In the days that followed, however, Piquette began to interest me, and l began to want to interest her. My reasons did not appear bizarre to me. Unlikely as it may seem, I had only just realised that the Tonnerre family, whom I had always heard Called half breeds, were actually Indians, or as near as made no difference. My acquaintance with Indians was not expensive. I did not remember ever having seen a real Indian, and my new awareness that Piquette sprang from the people of Big Bear and Poundmaker, of Tecumseh, of the Iroquois who had eaten Father Brébeuf's heart--all this gave her an instant attraction in my eyes. I was devoted reader of Pauline Johnson at this age, and sometimes would orate aloud and in an exalted voice, West Wind, blow from your prairie nest, Blow from the mountains, blow from the west--and so on. It seemed to me that Piquette must be in some way a daughter of the forest, a kind of junior prophetess of the wilds, who might impart to me, if I took the right approach, some of the secrets which she undoubtedly knew --wherethe whippoorwill made her nest, how the coyote reared her young, or whatever it was that it said in Hiawatha.23、I set about gaining Piquette's trust. She was not allowed to go swimming, with her bad leg, but I managed to lure her down to the beach-- or rather, she came because there was nothing else to do. The water was always icy, for the lake was fed by springs, but I swam like a dog, thrashing my arms and legs around at such speed and with such an output of energy that I never grew cold. Finally, when I had enough, I came out and sat beside Piquette on the sand. When she saw me approaching, her hands squashed flat the sand castle she had been building, and she looked at me sullenly, without speaking.24、"Do you like this place?" I asked, after a while, intending to lead on from there into the question of forest lore .25、Piquette shrugged. "It's okay. Good as anywhere."26、"I love it, "1 said. "We come here every summer."27、"So what?" Her voice was distant, and I glanced at her uncertainly, wondering what I could have said wrong.28、"Do you want to come for a walk?" I asked her. "We wouldn't need to go far. If you walk just around the point there, you come to a bay where great big reeds grow in the water, and all kinds of fish hang around there. Want to? Come on."29、She shook her head.30、"Your dad said I ain't supposed to do no more walking than I got to." I tried another line.31、"I bet you know a lot about the woods and all that, eh?" I began respectfully.32、Piquette looked at me from her large dark unsmiling eyes.33、"I don't know what in hell you're talkin' about," she replied. "You nuts or somethin'? If you mean where my old man, and me, and all them live, you better shut up, by Jesus, you hear?"34、I was startled and my feelings were hurt, but I had a kind of dogged perseverance. I ignored her rebuff.35、"You know something, Piquette? There's loons here, on this lake. You can see their nests just up the shore there, behind those logs. At night, you can hear them even from the cottage, but it's better to listen from the beach. My dad says we should listen and try to remember how they sound, because in a few years when more cottages are built at Diamond Lake and more people come in, the loons will go away."36、Piquette was picking up stones and snail shells and then dropping them again.37、"Who gives a good goddamn?" she said.38、It became increasingly obvious that, as an Indian, Piquette was a dead loss. That evening I went out by myself, scrambling through the bushes that overhung the steep path, my feet slipping on the fallen spruce needles that covered the ground. When I reached the shore, I walked along the firm damp sand to the small pier that my father had built, and sat down there. I heard someone else crashing through the undergrowth and the bracken, and for a moment I thought Piquette had changed her mind, but it turned out to be my father. He sat beside me on the pier and we waited, without speaking.38、At night the lake was like black glass with a streak of amber which was the path of the moon. All around, the spruce trees grew tall and close-set, branches blackly sharp against the sky, which was lightened by a cold flickering of stars. Then the loons began their calling. They rose like phantom birds from the nests on the shore, and flew out onto the dark still surface of the water.40、No one can ever describe that ululating sound, the crying of the loons, and no one who has heard it can ever forget it. Plaintive , and yet with a quality of chilling mockery , those voices belonged to a world separated by aeon from our neat world of summer cottages and the lighted lamps of home.41、"They must have sounded just like that," my father remarked, "before any person ever set foot here." Then he laughed. "You could say the same, of course, about sparrows or chipmunk, but somehow it only strikes you that way with the loons."42、"I know," I said.43、Neither of us suspected that this would be the last time we would ever sit here together on the shore, listening. We stayed for perhaps half an hour, and then we went back to the cottage. My mother was reading beside the fireplace. Piquette was looking at the burning birch log, and not doing anything.44、"You should have come along," I said, although in fact I was glad she had not.45、"Not me", Piquette said. "You wouldn’ catch me walkin' way down there jus' for a bunch of squawkin' birds."46、Piquette and I remained ill at ease with one another. felt I had somehow failed my father, but I did not know what was the matter, nor why she Would not or could not respond when I suggested exploring the woods or Playing house. I thought it was probably her slow and difficult walking that held her back. She stayed most of the time in the cottage with my mother, helping her with the dishes or with Roddie, but hardly ever talking. Then the Duncans arrived at their cottage, and I spent my days with Mavis, who was my best friend. I could not reach Piquette at all, and I soon lost interest in trying. But all that summer she remained as both a reproach and a mystery to me.47、That winter my father died of pneumonia, after less than a week's illness. For some time I saw nothing around me, being completely immersed in my own pain andmy mother's. When I looked outward once more, I scarcely noticed that Piquette Tonnerre was no longer at school. I do not remember seeing her at all until four years later, one Saturday night when Mavis and I were having Cokes in the Regal Café. The jukebox was booming like tuneful thunder, and beside it, leaning lightly on its chrome and its rainbow glass, was a girl.48、Piquette must have been seventeen then, although she looked about twenty.I stared at her, astounded that anyone could have changed so much. Her face, so stolidand expressionless before, was animated now with a gaiety that was almost violent. She laughed and talked very loudly with the boys around her. Her lipstick was bright carmine, and her hair was cut Short and frizzily permed . She had not been pretty as a child, and she was not pretty now, for her features were still heavy and blunt. But her dark and slightly slanted eyes were beautiful, and her skin-tight skirt and orange sweater displayed to enviable advantage a soft and slender body.49、She saw me, and walked over. She teetered a little, but it was not due to her once-tubercular leg, for her limp was almost gone.50、"Hi, Vanessa," Her voice still had the same hoarseness . "Long time no see, eh?"51、"Hi," I said "Where've you been keeping yourself, Piquette?"52、"Oh, I been around," she said. "I been away almost two years now. Been all over the place--Winnipeg, Regina, Saskatoon. Jesus, what I could tell you! I come back this summer, but I ain't stayin'. You kids go in to the dance?"53、"No," I said abruptly, for this was a sore point with me. I was fifteen, and thought I was old enough to go to the Saturday-night dances at the Flamingo. My mother, however, thought otherwise.54、"Y'oughta come," Piquette said. "I never miss one. It's just about the on'y thing in this jerkwater55、town that's any fun. Boy, you couldn' catch me stayin' here. I don' givea shit about this place. It stinks."56、She sat down beside me, and I caught the harsh over-sweetness of her perfume.57、"Listen, you wanna know something, Vanessa?" she confided , her voice only slightly blurred. "Your dad was the only person in Manawaka that ever done anything good to me."58、I nodded speechlessly. I was certain she was speaking the truth. I knew a little more than I had that summer at Diamond Lake, but I could not reach her now any more than I had then, I was ashamed, ashamed of my own timidity, the frightened tendency to look the other way. Yet I felt no real warmth towards her-- I only felt that I ought to, because of that distant summer and because my father had hoped shewould be company for me, or perhaps that I would be for her, but it had not happened that way. At this moment, meeting her again, I had to admit that she repelled and embarrassed me, and I could not help despising the self-pity in her voice. I wished she would go away. I did not want to see her did not know what to say to her. It seemed that we had nothing to say to one another.59、"I'll tell you something else," Piquette went on. "All the old bitches an' biddies in this town will sure be surprised. I'm gettin' married this fall -- my boy friend, he's an English fella, works in the stockyards in the city there, a very tall guy, got blond wavy hair. Gee, is he ever handsome. Got this real Hiroshima name. Alvin Gerald Cummings--some handle, eh? They call him Al."60、For the merest instant, then I saw her. I really did see her, for the first and only time in all the years we had both lived in the same town. Her defiant face, momentarily, became unguarded and unmasked, and in her eyes there was a terrifying hope.61、"Gee, Piquette --" I burst out awkwardly, "that's swell. That's really wonderful. Congratulations—good luck--I hope you'll be happy--"62、As l mouthed the conventional phrases, I could only guess how great her need must have been, that she had been forced to seek the very things she so bitterly rejected.63、When I was eighteen, I left Manawaka and went away to college. At the end of my first year, I came back home for the summer. I spent the first few days in talking non-stop with my mother, as we exchanged all the news that somehow had not found its way into letters-- what had happened in my life and what had happened here in Manawaka while I was away. My mother searched her memory for events that concerned people I knew.64、"Did I ever write you about Piquette Tonnerre, Vanessa?" she asked one morning.65、"No, I don't think so," I replied. "Last I heard of her, she was going to marry some guy in the city. Is she still there?"66、My mother looked Hiroshima , and it was a moment before she spoke, as though she did not know how to express what she had to tell and wished she did not need to try.67、"She's dead," she said at last. Then, as I stared at her, "Oh, Vanessa, when it happened, I couldn't help thinking of her as she was that summer--so sullen and gauche and badly dressed. I couldn't help wondering if we could have done something more at that time--but what could we do? She used to be around in the cottage there with me all day, and honestly it was all I could do to get a word out of her. She didn't even talk to your father very much, although I think she liked him in her way."68、"What happened?" I asked.69、"Either her husband left her, or she left him," my mother said. "I don't know which. Anyway, she came back here with two youngsters, both only babies--they must have been born very close together. She kept house, I guess, for Lazarus and her brothers, down in the valley there, in the old Tonnerre place. I used to see her on the street sometimes, but she never spoke to me. She'd put on an awful lot of weight, and she looked a mess, to tell you the truth, a real slattern , dressed any old how. She was up in court a couple of times--drunk and disorderly, of course. One Saturday night last winter, during the coldest weather, Piquette was alone in the shack with the children. The Tonnerres made home brew all the time, so I've heard, and Lazarus said later she'd been drinking most of the day when he and the boys went out that evening. They had an old woodstove there--you know the kind, with exposed pipes. The shack caught fire. Piquette didn't get out, and neither did the children."70、I did not say anything. As so often with Piquette, there did not seem to be anything to say. There was a kind of silence around the image in my mind of the fire and the snow, and I wished I could put from my memory the look that I had seen once in Piquette's eyes.71、I went up to Diamond Lake for a few days that summer, with Mavis and her family. The MacLeod cottage had been sold after my father's death, and I did not even go to look at it, not wanting to witness my long-ago kingdom possessed now by strangers. But one evening I went clown to the shore by myself.72、The small pier which my father had built was gone, and in its place there was a large and solid pier built by the government, for Galloping Mountain was now a national park, and Diamond Lake had been re-named Lake Wapakata, for it was felt that an Indian name would have a greater appeal to tourists. The one store had become several dozen, and the settlement had all the attributes of a flourishingresort--hotels, a dance-hall, cafes with neon signs, the penetrating odoursof potato chips and hot dogs.73、I sat on the government pier and looked out across the water. At night the lake at least was the same as it had always been, darkly shining and bearing within its black glass the streak of amber that was the path of the moon. There was no wind that evening, and everything was quiet all around me. It seemed too quiet, and then I realized that the loons were no longer here. I listened for some time, to make sure, but never once did I hear that long-drawn call, half mocking and half plaintive, spearing through the stillness across the lake.74、I did not know what had happened to the birds. Perhaps they had gone away to some far place of belonging. Perhaps they had been unable to find such a place, and had simply died out, having ceased to care any longer whether they lived or not.75、I remembered how Piquette had scorned to come along, when my father and I sat there and listened to the lake birds. It seemed to me now that in some unconscious and totally unrecognized way, Piquette might have been the only one, after all, who had heard the crying of the loons.第十二课潜水鸟玛格丽特劳伦斯马纳瓦卡山下有一条小河，叫瓦恰科瓦河，浑浊的河水沿着布满鹅卵石的河床哗哗地流淌着，河边谷地上长着无数的矮橡树、灰绿色柳树和野樱桃树，形成一片茂密的丛林。
《高级英语（第一册）》课后翻译习题及答案
《高级英语（第一册）》课后翻译习题及答案Lesson 1 the Middle Eastern Bazaar1) Little donkeys thread their way among the throngs of people.little donkeys went in and out among the people and from one side to another2) Then as you penetrate deeper into the bazaar, the noise of the entrance fades away, and you come to the muted cloth-market.Then as you pass through a big crowd to go deeper into the market, the noise of the entrance gradually disappear, and you come to the much quieter cloth-market.3) they narrow down their choice and begin the really serious business of beating the price downthey drop some of items that they don't really want and begin to bargain seriously for a low price.4) he will price the item high, and yield little in the bargainingHe will ask for a high price for the item and refuse to cut down the price by any significant amount.5) As you approach it, a tinkling and banging and clashing begins to impinge on your earAs you get near it, a variety of sounds begin to strikeyour ear.X．1)一条蜿蜒的小路淹没在树荫深处A zig-zag path loses itself in the shadowy distance of the woods.2)集市上有许多小摊子，出售的货物应有尽有At the bazaar there are many stalls where goods of every conceivable kind are sold.3) 我真不知道到底是什么事让他如此生气。
高英的一册第12课部分内容讲解
Oral english
I bet that I think I will bet anything she has nits in her hair that’s swell.=that’s wonderful Who gives a good god damn? = who cares ?
Rhetorical devices
not a bad idea at that.
Any old how
Carelessly; untidily 随便地，胡乱地 The books were scattered round the room any old how . 屋子里到处乱放着书。
• For Pete’s sake: also for heaven’s sake, for god’s sake.for goodness’ sake. To show surprise, annoyance, 表示惊讶，不高兴，愤怒
高级英语第一册Unit12-课后练习题答案培训讲学
高级英语第一册U n i t12-课后练习题答案THE LOONS 课后习题答案/answerI .1)The Tonnerres were poor The basis of their dwelling was a small square cabin made of poles and mud, which had been built some fifty years before. As the Tonnerres had increased in number, their settlement had been added, until thc clearing at the foot of the town hill was a chaos of lean-tos, wooden packing cases, warped lumber, discarded car tyres, ramshackle chicken coops, tangled strands of barbed wire and rusty tin cans.2)Sometimes, one of them would get involved in a fight on Main Street and be put for the night in the barred cell underneath the Court House.3)Because she had had tuberculosis of the bone, and should have a couple of months rest to get better.4)Her mother first objected to take Piquette along because she was afraid that the girl would spread the disease to her children and she believed that the girl was not hygienic. She then agreed to do so because she preferred Piquette to the narrator's grandmother, who promised not to go along with the family and decided to stay in the city if the girl was taken along.5)The cottage was called Macleod, their family name. The scenery there was quite beautiful with all kinds of plants and animals at the lakeside.6)The narrator knew that maybe Piquette was an Indian descendant who knew the woods quite well, so she tried to ask Piquette to go and play in the wood and tell her stories about woods.7)Because Piquette thought the narrator was scorning and showing contempt for her Indian ancestors, which was just opposite to her original intention.8)Because the narrator felt somewhat guilty. Piquette stayed most of the time in the cottage and hardly played with the narrator. At the same time, she felt there was in Piquette something strange and unknown and unfathomable.9)That was the very rare chance she was unguarded and unmasked, so that the author could perceive her inner world.10)Her full name is Vanessa Macleod.11)Just as the narrator's father predicted, the loons would go away when more cottages were built at the lake with more people moving in. The loonsdisappeared as nature was ruined by civilization. In a similar way, Piquette and her people failed to find their position in modern society.Ⅱ.1)who looked deadly serious, never laughed2)Sometimes old Jules, or his son Lazarus, would get involved in a rough, noisy quarrel or fight on a Saturday night after much drinking of liquor.3)She often missed her classes and had little interest in schoolwork.4)I only knew her as a person who would make other people feel ill at ease.5)She lived and moved somewhere within my range of sight (Although I saw her, I paid little attention to her).6)If my mother had to make a choice between Grandmother Macleod and Piquette, she would certainly choose the latter without hesitation, no matter whether the latter had nits or not.7)Normally, she was a defensive person, and her face was guarded as if it was wearing a mask. But when she was saying this, there was an expression of challenge on her face, which, for a brief moment, became unguarded and unmasked. And in her eyes there was a kind of hope which was so intense that it filled people with terror.8)She looked a mess, to tell you the truth; she was a dirty, untidy woman, dressed in a very careless way.9)She was brought in court several times, because she was drunk and disorderly as one could expect.III. See the translation of the text.IV.1)-ious: religious, rebellious, furious, obvious, conscientious2)-ible: edible, eligible, visible, resistible, sensible3)-able：separable，passable， standable manageable，readable，under-4)-1y：manly，godly，deadly，motherly，monthly5)-ive：sensitive，objective，decisive，aggressive，retrospective6)-ul：beautiful，careful，lawful，handful，joyful7)-less：soundless，meaningless，merciless，restless powerless8)-y：dirty，healthy，sticky，showy，cloudy9)-al：personal，national，conventional，traditional，hysterical10)-ar：singular，polar，circular，similar，familiar．Ⅴ.1)walk in limping manner一瘸一拐地走路2)presence that causes embarrassment令人尴尬的人(或事)3)eyes that do not smile不会笑的眼睛4)a sound that ululates哀鸣5)mockery that chills令人发冷的嘲笑6)a birch log that is burning还在燃烧的白桦圆木7)hope that terrifies令人生畏的希望8)a resort that flourishes繁华的度假胜地9)odours that penetrate强烈的气味10)lumber that is warped弯曲的木材11)car tyres that are discarded被人扔掉的汽车轮胎12)strands of barbed wire that are tangled together，wire that are barbed搅成一团团的铁丝网13)wild strawberries that are bruised表皮被擦伤的野草莓14)a tree trunk that has been fallen伐倒的树干15)shoppers who are offended被得罪的顾客16)call that is drawn out for a long time拖长音的呜叫声Ⅵ．the water glistening greenly as the sun caught it；All around the cottage were ferns…on the thin hairy stems；two grey squirrels gossiping from the tall spruce beside the cottage，beach；icy water；at night the lake was like black glass with a streak of amber which was the path of the moon…：and flew out onto the dark still surface of the water：there was no wind that evening…spearing through the stillness across the lake；etc．Ⅶ．1)a rough and noisy quarrel or fight2)very much3)I'm absolutely sure4)Why is that important? Why should I care?5)1 am not supposed to walk unless it is necessary．6)things like that7)what exactly8)Are you crazy or what? My father and I and the others9)first—class，fine namelO)excellentⅧ．1)grabbed 2)lure 3)stifled 4)howling 5)swung 6) thrashed 7)teetered 8)squawking even once 9)squashedlO)scrambled 11)flickeredⅨ．1)shack指胡乱搭盖的、简陋的小屋；home尤其指一个或长或短的住处，并与此地有着感情和忠诚的紧密个人联系。
高级英语第一册(修订本)第12课Lesson12 The Loons原文和翻译
The LoonsMargarel Laurence1、Just below Manawaka, where the Wachakwa River ran brown and noisy over the pebbles , the scrub oak and grey-green willow and chokecherry bushes grew in a dense thicket . In a clearing at the centre of the thicket stood the Tonnerre family's shack. The basis at this dwelling was a small square cabin made of poplar poles and chinked with mud, which had been built by Jules Tonnerre some fifty years before, when he came back from Batoche with a bullet in his thigh, the year that Riel was hung and the voices of the Metis entered their long silence. Jules had only intended to stay the winter in the Wachakwa Valley, but the family was still there in the thirties, when I was a child. As the Tonnerres had increased, their settlement had been added to, until the clearing at the foot of the town hill was a chaos of lean-tos, wooden packing cases, warped lumber, discarded car types, ramshackle chicken coops , tangled strands of barbed wire and rusty tin cans.2、The Tonnerres were French half breeds, and among themselves they spoke a patois that was neither Cree nor French. Their English was broken and full of obscenities. They did not belong among the Cree of the Galloping Mountain reservation, further north, and they did not belong among theScots-Irish and Ukrainians of Manawaka, either. They were, as my Grandmother MacLeod would have put it, neither flesh, fowl, nor good salt herring . When their men were not working at odd jobs or as section hands onthe C.P. R. they lived on relief. In the summers, one of the Tonnerre youngsters, with a face that seemed totally unfamiliar with laughter, would knock at the doors of the town's brick houses and offer for sale a lard -pail full of bruised wild strawberries, and if he got as much as a quarter he would grab the coin and run before the customer had time to change her mind. Sometimes old Jules, or his son Lazarus, would get mixed up in a Saturday-night brawl , and would hit out at whoever was nearest or howl drunkenly among the offended shoppers on Main Street, and then the Mountie would put them for the night in the barred cell underneath the Court House, and the next morning they would be quiet again.3、Piquette Tonnerre, the daughter of Lazarus, was in my class at school. She was older than I, but she had failed several grades, perhaps because her attendance had always been sporadic and her interest in schoolwork negligible . Part of the reason she had missed a lot of school was that she had had tuberculosis of the bone, and had once spent many months in hospital. I knew this because my father was the doctor who had looked after her. Her sickness was almost the only thing I knew about her, however. Otherwise, she existed for me only as a vaguely embarrassing presence, with her hoarse voice and her clumsy limping walk and her grimy cotton dresses that were always miles too long. I was neither friendly nor unfriendly towards her. She dwelt and moved somewhere within my scope of vision, but I did not actually notice her very much until that peculiar summer when I was eleven.4、"I don't know what to do about that kid." my father said at dinner one evening. "Piquette Tonnerre, I mean. The damn bone's flared up again. I've had her in hospital for quite a while now, and it's under control all right, but I hate like the dickens to send her home again."5、"Couldn't you explain to her mother that she has to rest a lot?" my mother said.6、"The mother's not there" my father replied. "She took off a few years back. Can't say I blame her. Piquette cooks for them, and she says Lazarus would never do anything for himself as long as she's there. Anyway, I don't think she'd take much care of herself, once she got back. She's only thirteen, after all. Beth, I was thinking—What about taking her up to Diamond Lake with us this summer?A couple of months rest would give that bone a much better chance."7、My mother looked stunned.8、"But Ewen -- what about Roddie and Vanessa?"9、"She's not contagious ," my father said. "And it would be company for Vanessa."10、"Oh dear," my mother said in distress, "I'll bet anything she has nits in her hair."11、"For Pete's sake," my father said crossly, "do you think Matron would let her stay in the hospital for all this time like that? Don't be silly, Beth. "12、Grandmother MacLeod, her delicately featured face as rigid as a cameo , now brought her mauve -veined hands together as though she were about to begin prayer.13、"Ewen, if that half breed youngster comes along to Diamond Lake, I'm not going," she announced. "I'll go to Morag's for the summer."14、I had trouble in stifling my urge to laugh, for my mother brightened visibly and quickly tried to hide it. If it came to a choice between Grandmother MacLeod and Piquette, Piquette would win hands down, nits or not.15、"It might be quite nice for you, at that," she mused. "You haven't seen Morag for over a year, and you might enjoy being in the city for a while. Well, Ewen dear, you do what you think best. If you think it would do Piquette some good, then we' II be glad to have her, as long as she behaves herself."16、So it happened that several weeks later, when we all piled into my father's old Nash, surrounded by suitcases and boxes of provisions and toys for my ten-month-old brother, Piquette was with us and Grandmother MacLeod, miraculously, was not. My father would only be staying at the cottage for a couple of weeks, for he had to get back to his practice, but the rest of us would stay at Diamond Lake until the end of August.17、Our cottage was not named, as many were, "Dew Drop Inn" or "Bide-a-Wee," or "Bonnie Doon”. The sign on the roadway bore in austere letters only our name, MacLeod. It was not a large cottage, but it was on the lakefront. You could look out the windows and see, through the filigree of the spruce trees, the water glistening greenly as the sun caught it. All around the cottage were ferns, and sharp-branched raspberrybushes, and moss that had grown over fallen tree trunks, If you looked carefully among the weeds and grass, you could find wild strawberry plants which were in white flower now and in another month would bear fruit, the fragrant globes hanging like miniaturescarlet lanterns on the thin hairy stems. The two grey squirrels were still there, gossiping at us from the tall spruce beside the cottage, and by the end of the summer they would again be tame enough to take pieces of crust from my hands. The broad mooseantlers that hung above the back door were a little more bleached and fissured after the winter, but otherwise everything was the same. I raced joyfully around my kingdom, greeting all the places I had not seen for a year. My brother, Roderick, who had not been born when we were here last summer, sat on the car rug in the sunshine and examined a brown spruce cone, meticulously turning it round and round in his small and curious hands. My mother and father toted the luggage from car to cottage, exclaiming over how well the place had wintered, no broken windows, thank goodness, no apparent damage from storm felled branches or snow.18、Only after I had finished looking around did I notice Piquette. She was sitting on the swing her lame leg held stiffly out, and her other foot scuffing the ground as she swung slowly back and forth. Her long hair hung black and straight around her shoulders, and her broad coarse-featured face bore no expression -- it was blank, as though she no longer dwelt within her own skull, as though she had gone elsewhere.I approached her very hesitantly.19、"Want to come and play?"20、Piquette looked at me with a sudden flash of scorn.21、"I ain't a kid," she said.22、Wounded, I stamped angrily away, swearing I would not speak to her for the rest of the summer. In the days that followed, however, Piquette began to interest me, and l began to want to interest her. My reasons did not appear bizarre to me. Unlikely as it may seem, I had only just realised that the Tonnerre family, whom I had always heard Called half breeds, were actually Indians, or as near as made no difference. My acquaintance with Indians was not expensive. I did not remember ever having seen a real Indian, and my new awareness that Piquette sprang from the people of Big Bear and Poundmaker, of Tecumseh, of the Iroquois who had eaten Father Brébeuf's heart--all this gave her an instant attraction in my eyes. I was devoted reader of Pauline Johnson at this age, and sometimes would orate aloud and in an exalted voice, West Wind, blow fromyour prairie nest, Blow from the mountains, blow from the west--and so on. It seemed to me that Piquette must be in some way a daughter of the forest, a kind of junior prophetess of the wilds, who might impart to me, if I took the right approach, some of the secrets which she undoubtedly knew --where the whippoorwill made her nest, how the coyote reared her young, or whatever it was that it said in Hiawatha.23、I set about gaining Piquette's trust. She was not allowed to go swimming, with her bad leg, but I managed to lure her down to the beach-- or rather, she came because there was nothing else to do. The water was always icy, for the lake was fed by springs, but I swam like a dog, thrashing my arms and legs around at such speed and with such an output of energy that I never grew cold. Finally, when I had enough, I came out and sat beside Piquette on the sand. When she saw me approaching, her hands squashed flat the sand castle she had been building, and she looked at me sullenly, without speaking.24、"Do you like this place?" I asked, after a while, intending to lead on from there into the question of forest lore .25、Piquette shrugged. "It's okay. Good as anywhere."26、"I love it, "1 said. "We come here every summer."27、"So what?" Her voice was distant, and I glanced at her uncertainly, wondering what I could have said wrong.28、"Do you want to come for a walk?" I asked her. "We wouldn't need to go far. If you walk just around the point there, you come to a bay where great big reeds grow in the water, and all kinds of fish hang around there. Want to? Come on."29、She shook her head.30、"Your dad said I ain't supposed to do no more walking than I got to." I tried another line.31、"I bet you know a lot about the woods and all that, eh?" I began respectfully.32、Piquette looked at me from her large dark unsmiling eyes.33、"I don't know what in hell you're talkin' about," she replied. "You nuts or somethin'? If you mean where my old man, and me, and all them live, you better shut up, by Jesus, you hear?"34、I was startled and my feelings were hurt, but I had a kind of dogged perseverance. I ignored her rebuff.35、"You know something, Piquette? There's loons here, on this lake. You can see their nests just up the shore there, behind those logs. At night, you can hear them even from the cottage, but it's better to listen from the beach. My dad says we should listen and try to remember how they sound, because in a fewyears when more cottages are built at Diamond Lake and more people come in, the loons will go away."36、Piquette was picking up stones and snail shells and then dropping them again.37、"Who gives a good goddamn?" she said.38、It became increasingly obvious that, as an Indian, Piquette was a dead loss. That evening I went out by myself, scrambling through the bushes that overhung the steep path, my feet slipping on the fallen spruce needles that covered the ground. When I reached the shore, I walked along the firm damp sand to the small pier that my father had built, and sat down there. I heard someone else crashing through the undergrowth and the bracken, and for a moment I thought Piquette had changed her mind, but it turned out to be my father. He sat beside me on the pier and we waited, without speaking.38、At night the lake was like black glass with a streak of amber which was the path of the moon. All around, the spruce trees grew tall and close-set, branches blackly sharp against the sky, which was lightened by a cold flickering of stars. Then the loons began their calling. They rose like phantom birds from the nests on the shore, and flew out onto the dark still surface of the water.40、No one can ever describe that ululating sound, the crying of the loons, and no one who has heard it can ever forget it. Plaintive , and yet with a qualityof chilling mockery , those voices belonged to a world separated by aeon from our neat world of summer cottages and the lighted lamps of home.41、"They must have sounded just like that," my father remarked, "before any person ever set foot here." Then he laughed. "You could say the same, of course, about sparrows or chipmunk, but somehow it only strikes you that way with the loons."42、"I know," I said.43、Neither of us suspected that this would be the last time we would ever sit here together on the shore, listening. We stayed for perhaps half an hour, and then we went back to the cottage. My mother was reading beside the fireplace. Piquette was looking at the burning birch log, and not doing anything.44、"You should have come along," I said, although in fact I was glad she had not.45、"Not me", Piquette said. "You wouldn’ catch me walkin' way down there jus' for a bunch of squawkin' birds."46、Piquette and I remained ill at ease with one another. felt I had somehow failed my father, but I did not know what was the matter, nor why she Would not or could not respond when I suggested exploring the woods or Playing house. I thought it was probably her slow and difficult walking that held her back. Shestayed most of the time in the cottage with my mother, helping her with the dishes or with Roddie, but hardly ever talking. Then the Duncans arrived at their cottage, and I spent my days with Mavis, who was my best friend. I could not reach Piquette at all, and I soon lost interest in trying. But all that summer she remained as both a reproach and a mystery to me.47、That winter my father died of pneumonia, after less than a week's illness. For some time I saw nothing around me, being completely immersed in my own pain and my mother's. When I looked outward once more, I scarcely noticed that Piquette Tonnerre was no longer at school. I do not remember seeing her at all until four years later, one Saturday night when Mavis and I were having Cokes in the Regal Café. The jukebox was booming like tuneful thunder, and beside it, leaning lightly on its chrome and its rainbow glass, was a girl.48、Piquette must have been seventeen then, although she looked about twenty. I stared at her, astounded that anyone could have changed so much. Her face, so stolidand expressionless before, was animated now with a gaiety that was almost violent. She laughed and talked very loudly with the boys around her. Her lipstick was bright carmine, and her hair was cut Short and frizzily permed . She had not been pretty as a child, and she was not pretty now, for her features were still heavy and blunt. But her dark and slightly slanted eyes were beautiful, and her skin-tight skirt and orange sweater displayed to enviable advantage a soft and slender body.49、She saw me, and walked over. She teetered a little, but it was not due to her once-tubercular leg, for her limp was almost gone.50、"Hi, Vanessa," Her voice still had the same hoarseness . "Long time no see, eh?"51、"Hi," I said "Where've you been keeping yourself, Piquette?"52、"Oh, I been around," she said. "I been away almost two years now. Been all over the place--Winnipeg, Regina, Saskatoon. Jesus, what I could tell you! I come back this summer, but I ain't stayin'. You kids go in to the dance?"53、"No," I said abruptly, for this was a sore point with me. I was fifteen, and thought I was old enough to go to the Saturday-night dances at the Flamingo. My mother, however, thought otherwise.54、"Y'oughta come," Piquette said. "I never miss one. It's just about the on'y thing in this jerkwater55、town that's any fun. Boy, you couldn' catch me stayin' here. I don' givea shit about this place. It stinks."56、She sat down beside me, and I caught the harsh over-sweetness of her perfume.57、"Listen, you wanna know something, Vanessa?" she confided , her voice only slightly blurred. "Your dad was the only person in Manawaka that ever done anything good to me."58、I nodded speechlessly. I was certain she was speaking the truth. I knewa little more than I had that summer at Diamond Lake, but I could not reach her now any more than I had then, I was ashamed, ashamed of my own timidity, the frightened tendency to look the other way. Yet I felt no real warmth towards her-- I only felt that I ought to, because of that distant summer and because my father had hoped she would be company for me, or perhaps that I would be for her, but it had not happened that way. At this moment, meeting her again, I had to admit that she repelled and embarrassed me, and I could not help despising the self-pity in her voice. I wished she would go away. I did not want to see her did not know what to say to her. It seemed that we had nothing to say to one another.59、"I'll tell you something else," Piquette went on. "All the old bitches an' biddies in this town will sure be surprised. I'm gettin' married this fall -- my boy friend, he's an English fella, works in the stockyards in the city there, a very tall guy, got blond wavy hair. Gee, is he ever handsome. Got this real Hiroshima name. Alvin Gerald Cummings--some handle, eh? They call him Al."60、For the merest instant, then I saw her. I really did see her, for the first and only time in all the years we had both lived in the same town. Her defiantface, momentarily, became unguarded and unmasked, and in her eyes there was a terrifying hope.61、"Gee, Piquette --" I burst out awkwardly, "that's swell. That's really wonderful. Congratulations—good luck--I hope you'll be happy--"62、As l mouthed the conventional phrases, I could only guess how great her need must have been, that she had been forced to seek the very things she so bitterly rejected.63、When I was eighteen, I left Manawaka and went away to college. At the end of my first year, I came back home for the summer. I spent the first few days in talking non-stop with my mother, as we exchanged all the news that somehow had not found its way into letters-- what had happened in my life and what had happened here in Manawaka while I was away. My mother searched her memory for events that concerned people I knew.64、"Did I ever write you about Piquette Tonnerre, Vanessa?" she asked one morning.65、"No, I don't think so," I replied. "Last I heard of her, she was going to marry some guy in the city. Is she still there?"66、My mother looked Hiroshima , and it was a moment before she spoke, as though she did not know how to express what she had to tell and wished she did not need to try.67、"She's dead," she said at last. Then, as I stared at her, "Oh, Vanessa, when it happened, I couldn't help thinking of her as she was that summer--so sullen and gauche and badly dressed. I couldn't help wondering if we could have done something more at that time--but what could we do? She used to be around in the cottage there with me all day, and honestly it was all I could do to get a word out of her. She didn't even talk to your father very much, althoughI think she liked him in her way."68、"What happened?" I asked.69、"Either her husband left her, or she left him," my mother said. "I don't know which. Anyway, she came back here with two youngsters, both only babies--they must have been born very close together. She kept house, I guess, for Lazarus and her brothers, down in the valley there, in the old Tonnerre place.I used to see her on the street sometimes, but she never spoke to me. She'd put on an awful lot of weight, and she looked a mess, to tell you the truth, a real slattern , dressed any old how. She was up in court a couple of times--drunk and disorderly, of course. One Saturday night last winter, during the coldest weather, Piquette was alone in the shack with the children. The Tonnerres made home brew all the time, so I've heard, and Lazarus said later she'd beendrinking most of the day when he and the boys went out that evening. They had an old woodstove there--you know the kind, with exposed pipes. The shack caught fire. Piquette didn't get out, and neither did the children."70、I did not say anything. As so often with Piquette, there did not seem to be anything to say. There was a kind of silence around the image in my mind of the fire and the snow, and I wished I could put from my memory the look thatI had seen once in Piquette's eyes.71、I went up to Diamond Lake for a few days that summer, with Mavis and her family. The MacLeod cottage had been sold after my father's death, and I did not even go to look at it, not wanting to witness my long-ago kingdom possessed now by strangers. But one evening I went clown to the shore by myself.72、The small pier which my father had built was gone, and in its place there was a large and solid pier built by the government, for Galloping Mountain was now a national park, and Diamond Lake had been re-named Lake Wapakata, for it was felt that an Indian name would have a greater appeal to tourists. The one store had become several dozen, and the settlement had all the attributes of a flourishing resort--hotels, a dance-hall, cafes with neon signs, the penetrating odoursof potato chips and hot dogs.73、I sat on the government pier and looked out across the water. At night the lake at least was the same as it had always been, darkly shining and bearing within its black glass the streak of amber that was the path of the moon. There was no wind that evening, and everything was quiet all around me. It seemed too quiet, and then I realized that the loons were no longer here. I listened for some time, to make sure, but never once did I hear that long-drawn call, half mocking and half plaintive, spearing through the stillness across the lake.74、I did not know what had happened to the birds. Perhaps they had gone away to some far place of belonging. Perhaps they had been unable to find such a place, and had simply died out, having ceased to care any longer whether they lived or not.75、I remembered how Piquette had scorned to come along, when my father and I sat there and listened to the lake birds. It seemed to me now that in some unconscious and totally unrecognized way, Piquette might have been the only one, after all, who had heard the crying of the loons.第十二课潜水鸟玛格丽特劳伦斯马纳瓦卡山下有一条小河，叫瓦恰科瓦河，浑浊的河水沿着布满鹅卵石的河床哗哗地流淌着，河边谷地上长着无数的矮橡树、灰绿色柳树和野樱桃树，形成一片茂密的丛林。
高级英语第一册Lesson12
Vanessa, the daughter of Ewen, didn’t have a good time with Piquette. Piquette was cold and locked herself in her own world, not allowing a second person to join in.
Four years later, she was a charming young lady.
In the café, she was totally a different person. Seventeen as
she was, she looked like twenty. She was mature. She was animated. She was beautiful. Unusual ,crazy and fashion with her hair cutting short and permed. One thing she got extremely proud of was that she has been engaged with a white young man. She thought he was handsome.
She changed lot, expressed her gratitude to my father and revealed strong eager for happiness.
Several years later, Piquette died
It She once had a shortened marriageher back again. She was was her tragic destiny that brought before her death. The totally despaired. Without proud of turnedbecame the misfortune. marriage once she took any hope, she out to be a Piquette of 13-year-old again, cold, indifferent and dirty. She gave birth The white young man left her behind soon after they got to a pair ofShe returned to her fathers in the mountain married. two children, which means two more children will suffer a world without sympathy and fairness. to get rid of. Manawaka where she once tried all her efforts
《高级英语读写译教程》Unit 12 参考译文及答案
Unit TwelveSection AThe City 参考译文城市[1] 从某种意义上来说，我们可以把美国城市存在的所有问题归咎于一个根源：我们美国人不很喜欢我们的城市。
[2] 这乍看起来荒诞不经。
毕竟我们中四分之三的人目前住在城市，并且每年有更多的人涌进城市。
据说，我们的城市问题正在受到美国政府更多的关心。
专家学者们发现了城市研究中的一个全新领域。
[3] 然而，从历史角度来看，这是千真万确的：在美国人的心理上，城市已经是一个基本上值得怀疑的社会，它充斥了欧洲的腐败现象，完全缺乏边远地区的那种空旷、清纯感和乡村的景色。
[4] 我不敢自命为美国人生活的中研究城市历史的学者。
但是我担任公职十三年，先是美国司法部的一名官员，然后任过国会议员，现在是美国最大城市的市长。
我的经历清楚地告诉我，美国人的思想主流中始终贯穿着一种强烈的反抗城市的观念。
到美国定居很多是因欧洲工业中心的恶劣条件造成的；在美国，人们可以获得土地，可以不受城市的腐败影响而日臻完善，这使多数理论认为在美国是有自由的。
[5] 这和现代城市的尴尬处境有何关系呢？我认为有很大的关系。
因为事实上，美国，特别是历史性地确立了我国优越地位的联邦政府，从来没认为美国的城市值得改造，最起码还没有到需要花费基本资源来改造的地步。
[6] 人们对城市的厌恶出现在来到美国之前。
当工业化驱使欧洲的工人进入欧洲大陆的主要城市时，就出现一些书和小册子，抨击城市是犯罪、腐败、污秽、疾病、罪恶、放荡、颠覆和高物价的根源。
诸如《摩尔·弗兰多斯》之类的一些最早的英国小说的主题都是有关一个单纯的乡下青年来到大城市，遭受到各种恐怖的威胁，最后又回归到乡村生活中去。
[7] 欧洲人的正确看法似乎证实了这一位法国人的观点，他写道：“在乡村，人的思想自由，心情舒畅；但是在城市里，朋友和熟人、自己和他人的事务、荒谬的争吵、礼仪、拜访、胡扯闲聊，以及其他许许多多的纨绔习气和消闲娱乐占去了我们的绝大部分时间，使我们无暇更好地进行必要的工作。
高级英语1 第三版 unit12沙漠之舟课后答案
高级英语1 第三版unit12沙漠之舟课后答案1、His remarks _____me that I had made the right decision. [单选题] *A.ensuredB.insuredC.assured(正确答案)D.assumed2、You have been sitting on my hat and now it is badly out of（）. [单选题] *A. dateB. shape(正确答案)C. orderD. balance3、Some people were born with a good sense of direction. [单选题] *A. 听觉B. 方向感(正确答案)C. 辨别力D. 抽象思维4、30．It is known that ipad is _________ for the old to use. [单选题] * A．enough easyB．easy enough (正确答案)C．enough easilyD．easily enough5、She returns home every year to _______ the Spring Festival. [单选题] *A. celebrate(正确答案)B. shareC. watchD. congratulate6、_____ is not known yet. [单选题] *A. Although he is serious about itB. No matter how we will do the taskC. Whether we will go outing or not(正确答案)D. Unless they come to see us7、What about _______ there by bike? [单选题] *A. goesB. wentC. goD. going(正确答案)8、He can’t meet his friends tonight because he _______ do homework. [单选题] *A. has to(正确答案)B. needC. have toD. don’t have to9、—John, How is it going? —______.（）[单选题] *A. It’s sunnyB. Thank youC. Well doneD. Not bad(正确答案)10、Mr. Wang is coming to our school. I can’t wait to see _______. [单选题] *A. herB. him(正确答案)C. itD. them11、—Are these your sheep? [单选题] *A）on grass at the foot of the hill.(正确答案)B. feedC.is fedD. is feeding12、51．People usually ________ the prices before they buy something. [单选题] *A．receiveB．payC．spendD．compare(正确答案)13、( ) Do you have any difficulty _____ these flowers？I’d like to help you if you need.[单选题] *A in planting(正确答案)B for plantingC with plantingD to plant14、——Can you come on Monday or Tuesday? ——Im afraid（）of them is possible. [单选题] *A.neither(正确答案)B. eitherC. noneD.both15、This seat is vacant and you can take it. [单选题] *A. 干净的B. 没人的(正确答案)C. 舒适的D. 前排的16、He prefers to use the word “strange”to describe the way（）she walks. [单选题] *A. in which(正确答案)B. by whichC. in thatD. by that17、34．My mother isn't in now, but she will be back ______ ten minutes. [单选题] * A．forB．beforeC．in(正确答案)D．at18、—______ is the concert ticket?—It’s only 160 yuan.（）[单选题] *A. How manyB How much(正确答案)C. How oftenD. How long19、We need a _______ when we travel around a new place. [单选题] *A. guide(正确答案)B. touristC. painterD. teacher20、Fresh _______ is good for our health. [单选题] *A. climateB. skyC. weatherD. air(正确答案)21、We often go to the zoo _______ Saturday mornings. [单选题] *A. atB. inC. on(正确答案)D. of22、This kind of banana tastes very _______. [单选题] *A. nice(正确答案)B. wellC. nicelyD. better23、Though the _____ drama is wonderful, I guess most audiences will be tired as it is too long. [单选题] *A. four-hour(正确答案)B. four hoursC. four-hoursD. four-hour's24、When we take a trip,we usually have to _______ a hotel. [单选题] *A. takeB. stayC. book(正确答案)D. bring25、99．—Would you please show me the way _________ the bank?—Yes, go straight ahead. It’s opposite a school. [单选题] *A．inB．forC．withD．to(正确答案)26、He held his（）when the results were read out. [单选题] *A. breath(正确答案)B. voiceC. soundD. thought27、—______ —（）[单选题] *A. How long did you stay there?B. How much did you pay for the dress?C. How many flowers did you buy?(正确答案)D. How often did you visit your grandparents?28、The teacher asked him to practice playing the piano _______. [单选题] *A. often as possibleB. as often possibleC. as possible oftenD. as often as possible(正确答案)29、13．________ it rains heavily outside, Lily wants to meet her children at once. [单选题]* A．IfB．Although (正确答案)C．WhenD．Because.30、—What can I do for you? —I ______ a pair of new shoes.（）[单选题] *A. likeB. would lookC. would like(正确答案)D. take。
高级英语_第一册12-16课后练习答案
Lesson12 The LoonsI .1)The Tonnerres were poor The basis of their dwelling was a small square cabin made of poles and mud, which had been built some fifty years before. As the Tonnerres had increased in number, their settlement had been added, until thc clearing at the foot of the town hill was a chaos of lean-tos, wooden packing cases, warped lumber, discarded car tyres, ramshackle chicken coops, tangled strands of barbed wire and rusty tin cans.2)Sometimes, one of them would get involved in a fight on Main Street and be put for the night in the barred cell underneath the Court House.3)Because she had had tuberculosis of the bone, and should have a couple of months rest to get better.4)Her mother first objected to take Piquette along because she was afraid that the girl would spread the disease to her children and she believed that the girl was not hygienic. She then agreed to do so because she preferred Piquette to the narrator's grandmother, who promised not to go along with the family and decided to stay in the city if the girl was taken along.5)The cottage was called Macleod, their family name. The scenery there was quite beautiful with all kinds of plants and animals at the lakeside.6)The narrator knew that maybe Piquette was an Indian descendant who knew the woods quite well, so she tried to ask Piquette to go and play in the wood and tell her stories about woods.7)Because Piquette thought the narrator was scorning and showing contempt for her Indian ancestors, which was just opposite to her original intention.8)Because the narrator felt somewhat guilty. Piquette stayed most of the time in the cottage and hardly played with the narrator. At the same time, she felt there was in Piquette something strange and unknown and unfathomable.9)That was the very rare chance she was unguarded and unmasked, so that the author could perceive her inner world.10)Her full name is Vanessa Macleod.11)Just as the narrator's father predicted, the loons would go away when more cottages were built at the lake with more people moving in. The loons disappeared as nature was ruined by civilization. In a similar way, Piquette and her people failed to find their position in modern society.Ⅱ.1)who looked deadly serious, never laughed2)Sometimes old Jules, or his son Lazarus, would get involved in a rough, noisy quarrel or fight on a Saturday night after much drinking of liquor.3)She often missed her classes and had little interest in schoolwork.4)I only knew her as a person who would make other people feel ill at ease.5)She lived and moved somewhere within my range of sight (Although I saw her,I paid little attention to her).6)If my mother had to make a choice between Grandmother Macleod and Piquette,she would certainly choose the latter without hesitation, no matter whether the latter had nits or not.7)Normally, she was a defensive person, and her face was guarded as if it was wearing a mask. But when she was saying this, there was an expression of challenge on her face, which, for a brief moment, became unguarded and unmasked. And in her eyes there was a kind of hope which was so intense that it filled people with terror.8)She looked a mess, to tell you the truth; she was a dirty, untidy woman, dressed in a very careless way.9)She was brought in court several times, because she was drunk and disorderly as one could expect.III. See the translation of the text.IV.1)-ious: religious, rebellious, furious, obvious, conscientious2)-ible: edible, eligible, visible, resistible, sensible3)-able：separable，passable， standable manageable，readable，under-4)-1y：manly，godly，deadly，motherly，monthly5)-ive：sensitive，objective，decisive，aggressive，retrospective6)-ul：beautiful，careful，lawful，handful，joyful7)-less：soundless，meaningless，merciless，restless powerless8)-y：dirty，healthy，sticky，showy，cloudy9)-al：personal，national，conventional，traditional，hysterical10)-ar：singular，polar，circular，similar，familiar．Ⅴ.1)walk in limping manner一瘸一拐地走路2)presence that causes embarrassment令人尴尬的人(或事)3)eyes that do not smile不会笑的眼睛4)a sound that ululates哀鸣5)mockery that chills令人发冷的嘲笑6)a birch log that is burning还在燃烧的白桦圆木7)hope that terrifies令人生畏的希望8)a resort that flourishes繁华的度假胜地9)odours that penetrate强烈的气味10)lumber that is warped弯曲的木材11)car tyres that are discarded被人扔掉的汽车轮胎12)strands of barbed wire that are tangled together，wire that are barbed搅成一团团的铁丝网13)wild strawberries that are bruised表皮被擦伤的野草莓14)a tree trunk that has been fallen伐倒的树干15)shoppers who are offended被得罪的顾客16)call that is drawn out for a long time拖长音的呜叫声Ⅵ．the water glistening greenly as the sun caught it；All around the cottage were ferns…on the thin hairy stems；two grey squirrels gossiping from the tall spruce beside the cottage，beach； icy water；at night the lake was like black glass with a streak of amber which was the path of the moon…：and flew out onto the dark still surface of the water：there was no wind that eve ning…spearing through the stillness across the lake； etc．Ⅶ．1)a rough and noisy quarrel or fight2)very much3)I'm absolutely sure4)Why is that important? Why should I care?5)1 am not supposed to walk unless it is necessary．6)things like that7)what exactly8)Are you crazy or what? My father and I and the others9)first—class，fine namelO)excellentⅧ．1)grabbed 2)lure 3)stifled 4)howling 5)swung 6) thrashed 7)teetered 8)squawking even once 9)squashed lO)scrambled 11)flickeredⅨ．1)shack指胡乱搭盖的、简陋的小屋；home尤其指一个或长或短的住处，并与此地有着感情和忠诚的紧密个人联系。
高级英语第一册Unit12课后练习题答案
THE LOONS课后习题答案/answerI .1)The Tonner res were poor The basisof theirdwelli ng was a sm allsquare cabinm ade of polesand m ud, whichhad been builtsom e fiftyyearsbefore. As the Tonner res had increa sed in num ber, theirsettle m enthad been added, untilthc cleari ng at the foot of the town hill was a chaosof lean-tos, wooden packin g cases, warped lum ber, discar ded car tyres, ram sha cklechicke n coops, tangle d strand s of barbed wire and rustytin cans.2)Som eti m es, one of them wouldget involv ed in a fighton Main Street and be put for the nightin the barred cell undern eaththe CourtHouse.3)Becaus e she had had tuberc ulosi s of the bone, and should have a couple ofm onths rest to get better.4)Her m other firstobject ed to take Piquet te alongbecaus e she was afraid that the girl wouldspread the diseas e to her childr en and she believ ed that the girl was not hygien ic. She then agreed to do so becaus e she prefer red Piquet te to the narrat or's grandm other, who prom is ed not to go alongwith the fam ily and decide d to stay in the city if the girl was takenalong.5)The cottag e was called Macleo d, theirfam ily nam e. The scener y therewas quitebeauti ful with all kindsof plants and anim al s at the lakesi de.6)The narrat or knew that m aybePiquet te was an Indian descen dantwho knew the woodsquitewell, so she triedto ask Piquet te to go and play in the wood and tell her storie s aboutwoods.7)Becaus e Piquet te though t the narrat or was scorni ng and showin g contem pt for her Indian ancest ors, whichwas just opposi te to her origin al intent ion.8)Becaus e the narrat or felt som ewh at guilty. Piquet te stayed m ost of the tim e in the cottag e and hardly played with the narrat or. At the sam e tim e, she felt therewas in Piquet te som eth ing strang e and unknow n and unfath om abl e.9)That was the very rare chance she was unguar ded and unm ask ed, so that the author couldpercei ve her innerworld.10)Her full nam e is Vaness a Macleo d.11)Just as the narrat or's father predic ted, the loonswouldgo away when m ore cottag es were builtat the lake with m ore people m oving in. The loonsdisapp eared as nature was ruined by civili zatio n. In a sim ila r way, Piquet te and her people failed to find theirpositi on in m odern societ y.Ⅱ.1)who looked deadly seriou s, neverlaughe d2)Som eti m es old Jules, or his son Lazaru s, wouldget involv ed in a rough, noisyquarre l or fighton a Saturd ay nightafterm uch drinki ng of liquor.3)She oftenm issed her classe s and had little intere st in school work.4)I only knew her as a person who wouldm ake otherpeople feel ill at ease.5)She livedand m ovedsom ewh ere within m y rangeof sight(Althou gh I saw her,I paid little attent ion to her).6)If m y m other had to m ake a choice betwee n Grandm other Macleo d andPiquet te, she wouldcertai nly choose the latter withou t hesita tion, no m atter whethe r the latter had nits or not.7)Norm al ly, she was a defens ive person, and her face was guarde d as if it was wearin g a m ask. But when she was saying this, therewas an expres sionofchalle nge on her face, which, for a briefm om ent, became unguar ded andunm ask ed. And in her eyes therewas a kind of hope whichwas so intens e that it filled people with terror.8)She looked a m ess, to tell you the truth; she was a dirty, untidy wom an, dresse d in a very carele ss way.9)She was brough t in courtsevera l tim es, becaus e she was drunkand disord erlyas one couldexpect.III. 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Why should I care?5)1 am not suppos ed to walk unless it is necess ary．6)things like that7)what exactl y8)Are you crazyor what? My father and I and the others9)first—class，fine namelO)excell entⅧ．1)grabbe d 2)lure 3)stifle d 4)howlin g 5)swung6) thrash ed 7)teeter ed 8)squawk ing even once 9)squash ed lO)scramb led 11)flicke redⅨ．1)shack指胡乱搭盖的、简陋的小屋；home尤其指一个或长或短的住处，并与此地有着感情和忠诚的紧密个人联系。
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“你真该同我一道去的，”我这样说着，其实心里觉得她没去倒还更好些。
“我才不去哩，”皮格特说。
“我说啥也不会就为听那些鸟叫而跑到那儿去。”
我和皮格特的关系一直没能融洽起来。我觉得有负于父亲的期望，但我又不知道自己哪一点做得不对，也不知道为什么当我提议去钻树林或玩过家家时她竞不愿或是不会作出适当反应。我猜想也许是由于她行走不便以致产生畏怯情绪。她大半的时间是留在别墅里与我母亲作伴，帮我母亲收拾碗碟或是照看罗迪，但却难得开口。后来，邓肯一家也搬到他们自己的别墅里住起来了，于是我便整天同马维斯一起玩，马维斯是我最要好的朋友。我根本没法同皮格特接近，后来干脆也就不想去试了。但整整那一个夏天，她既让我感到自责，又让我觉得她是个谜。
我们的湖边别墅不像许多其他别墅一样取了诸如“露珠客栈”或“小憩园”或“怡神居”之类的名字。立于马路边的标牌上只用朴素的字体写着我们的姓氏“麦克里奥”。别墅的房子不算大，但占着正对着湖面的有利位置。从别墅的窗户往外看，透过一层云杉树叶织成的丝帘，可以看见碧绿的湖面在太阳的映照下波光粼粼。别墅的四周长满了凤尾草、悬钩子藤，还有断落的树枝上长出的青苔；若是细心地在草丛里寻找，你还会找到一些野草莓藤，上面已经开了白花，再过一个月便会长出野草莓来，到时候，散发出芬芳气息的草莓果便会像一个个微型的红灯笼一般悬挂在毛茸茸的细茎上。别墅旁边的一棵高大的云杉树上的那对灰色小松鼠还在，此时正朝着我们嘁嘁喳喳地乱叫，到夏天快过完的时候，它们又会变得驯驯服服，敢从我手上叼取面包屑了。别墅后门上挂的一对鹿角经过一个冬天的风吹雨淋之后又多褪了一些颜色，增加了一些裂纹，其余一切都还是原样。我兴高采烈地在我的小王国里跑来跑去，和所有阔别了一年的地方一一去打招呼。我的小弟弟罗德里克，去年夏天我们来这儿避暑时他还没有出生，此时正坐在放在太阳底下晒着的汽车座垫上，埋头玩赏着一个黄褐色的云杉球果，用他那双好奇的小手小心翼翼地抓着那颗球果，把它搓得团团转。我母亲和父亲忙着将行李从车上搬进别墅，连声惊叹着，这地方经过一个冬天后竞如此完好，窗户玻璃没破一块，真是谢天谢地，房屋也没有受到被暴风吹断的树枝或冰雪砸损的痕迹。
潜水鸟
玛格丽特?劳伦斯
马纳瓦卡山下有一条小河，叫瓦恰科瓦河，浑浊的河水沿着布满鹅卵石的河床哗哗地流淌着，河边谷地上长着无数的矮橡树、灰绿色柳树和野樱桃树，形成一片茂密的丛林。坦纳瑞家的棚屋就座落在丛林中央的一片空地上。这住所的主体结构是一间四方形木屋，系用一根根白杨木涂以灰泥建成，建造者是儒勒?坦纳瑞。大约五十年前，也就是里尔被绞杀、法印混血族遭到彻底失败的那一年，儒勒?坦纳瑞大腿上带着一颗枪弹从巴托什战场回到这里后便建造了那间小木屋。儒勒当初只打算在瓦恰科瓦河谷里度过当年的那个冬天，但直到三十年代，他们家仍住在那儿，当时我还是个孩子。坦纳瑞家人丁兴旺，他们的木屋慢慢地扩建，越来越大，到后来，那片林中空地上小披屋林立，到处乱七八糟地堆放着木板包装箱、晒翘了的木材、废弃的汽车轮胎、摇摇欲坠的鸡笼子、一卷一卷的带刺的铁丝和锈迹斑斑的洋铁罐。
“我真不知道该怎样去帮助那孩子，”我父亲有一天吃晚饭的时候说，“我指的是皮格特?坦纳瑞。她的骨结核又恶化了，我在医院里给她治疗好长一段时间了，病情自然是控制住了，但我真他妈不愿打发她回到她那个家里去。”
“你难道就不会对她妈妈说说她应该好好保养吗?”我母亲问道。
“她妈妈不在了，”我父亲回答说。“几年前她就离家出走了。也不能怪她。皮格特为他们烧火做饭，她说只要她在家拉扎鲁便什么也不干。不管怎么说，只要她一回到家里，我看她就很难保养好自己的身体了。毕竟她才十三岁呀。贝丝，我在想——咱们全家去钻石湖避暑时把她也一道带去，你看怎么样?好好休养两个月会使她的骨病治愈的希望大大增加。” 我母亲满脸惊讶的神色。
麦克里奥祖母那清秀的脸上此时显得像玉石雕像般的冷峻，她那紫红色血管鼓起的双手此时也合到一起，像是准备做祷告的样子。
“艾文，如果那个混血儿要去钻石湖的话，那我就不去了，”她声明说。“我要去莫拉格家度夏。”
我几乎忍不住要哈哈大笑了，因为我看到我母亲突然面露喜色但马上又极力加以掩饰。如果要我母亲在麦克里奥祖母和皮格特之间选择一个的话，那中选的毫无疑问就是皮格特，不管她头上是否有虱子。
我开始努力博取皮格特的信任。她因为瘸腿的关系不能下湖游泳，但我还是设法把她引诱到湖边沙滩上去了——不过，也许是因为她没别的可干才去的。钻石湖的水源自山泉，因此湖水总是冰凉的，但我游得很起劲，奋力挥臂，使劲踢腿，游得又快又猛，从来也没有感觉到冷。过足游泳瘾之后，我走上岸挨近皮格特坐在沙滩上。她一看见我走过来，马上用手把她刚堆起来的一个沙塔捣毁，满脸不高兴地看着我，一声不吭。
皮格特瞪着那双大大的、没有一点笑意的黑眼睛望着我。
“我不明白你在胡说些什么，”她回答说。“你是发神经还是怎么的?假如你是想问我爹和我以及他们大家居住的地方的话，你最好闭住嘴，听到了吗?”
我大感愕然，心里十分难受，但我生性固执。我不去计较她那冷漠的态度。
“你知道吗，皮格特?这个湖上有一些潜水鸟。它们的窝就在那边的湖岸上，在那堆木材后边。夜晚，在别墅里就可以听见它们的叫声，但在这儿的沙滩上要听得更清楚一些。我爸爸要我们好好听听并记住它们的呜叫声，因为过几年之后，当湖边建起更多的别墅，来这儿的人也多起来的时候，潜水鸟便会飞离钻石湖了。”
“在人的足迹尚未踏入此地之前，”我父亲开口说，“它们一定也就是这样叫的。”
说完他自己笑了起来。“当然，你也可以这样去评论麻雀和金花鼠，但不知何故，你却只想到这样去评论潜水鸟。”
“我明白，”我说。
当时我们俩谁也想不到那竟是我们父女俩最后一次一块儿坐在湖边听鸟叫。我们坐了大约半个小时后便回到别墅的屋里。我母亲正在壁炉旁看书，皮格特则什么事也没做，只是望着壁炉中燃烧着的桦树木柴发楞。
“可是艾文——罗迪和凡乃莎怎么办呢?”
“她的病并不是传染性的，”我父亲说。“这样凡亲无可奈何地说，“我敢保证她头上一定有虱子。”
“看在圣彼得的份上，”我父亲生气地说，“你以为护士长会让她一直那样在医院里住下去吗?别太天真了，贝丝。”
夜间的湖面看起来像一块黑色玻璃，只有一线水面因映照着月光才呈现出琥珀色，湖的周围到处密密丛丛地生长着高大的云杉树，在寒光闪烁的星空映衬下，云杉树的枝桠呈现出清晰的黑色剪影。过了一会儿，潜水鸟开始呜叫。它们像幽灵般地从岸边的窝巢中腾起，飞往平静幽暗的湖面上。
潜水鸟的鸣声悲凉凄厉，任何人都无法形容，任何人听后也难以忘怀。那种悲凉之中又带着冷嘲的声调属于另外一个遥远的世界，那世界与我们这个有着避暑别墅和居家灯火的美好世界相隔不下亿万年之遥。
拉扎鲁的女儿皮格特?坦纳瑞在学校读书时与我同班。她年纪比我大几岁，但由于成绩不好留了几级，这也许怪她经常旷课而且学习劲头不大。她掉课次数多的部分原因是她患有骨节炎，有一次一连住了好几个月的医院。我之所以知道这一情况是因为我父亲正好是为她治过病的医生。不过，我对她的了解几乎只限于她的病情。除此之外，我就只知道她是一个让人一见就觉得不舒服的人：说话时声音沙哑，走起路来踉踉跄跄，身上穿着的棉布衣裙总是脏兮兮的，而且总是长大得极不合体。我对她的态度谈不上友好，也谈不上不友好。她的住处和活动范围都在我的眼前，但直到我十一岁那年的夏季到来之前，我还从来没有太多地注意到她的存在。
“你想不想去散散步?”我问她。“我们不必走得太远。只要绕过那边的那个湖岬，你就会看到一个浅水湾，那儿的水中长着高大的芦苇，芦苇丛中游动着各种各样的鱼儿。想去吗?快来吧。
” 她摇了摇头。
“你爸爸说过，我不能过多地走路。”
我试着改用另一种策略。
“我猜想你对森林中的故事一定知道得很多，是吗?”我毕恭毕敬地说道。
我忙着把所有的地方都看了一遍之后才回头注意到皮格特。她正坐在秋千上缓缓地荡来荡去，她的那只跛腿直挺挺地向前伸着，另一只脚却垂拖到地上，并随着秋千的摆动而摩擦着地面。她那又黑又直的长发垂披到肩上，那皮肤粗糙的宽脸上毫无表情——一副茫然的样子，似乎她已经没有了灵魂，又似乎她的灵魂已脱离了躯体。我犹犹豫豫地向她走近。
坦纳瑞一家是法裔混血儿，他们彼此之间讲话用的是一种土话，既不像克里印第安语，也不像法语。他们说的英语字不成句，还尽是些低级下流的粗话。他们既不属于北方跑马山保留地上居住的克里族，也不属于马纳瓦卡山上居住的苏格兰爱尔兰人和乌克兰人群体。用我祖母爱用的词来说，他们简直就是所谓的“四不像”。他们的生计全靠家里的壮丁外出打零工或是在加拿大太平洋铁路上当养路工来维持；没有这种打工机会时，他们一家便靠吃救济粮过日子。到了夏天，坦纳瑞家的一个长着一张从来不会笑的脸的小孩就会用一个猪油桶提一桶碰得伤痕累累的野草莓，挨家挨户地敲开镇上那些砖砌房屋的门叫卖。只要卖得一枚二角五分的硬币，他就会迫不及待地将那硬币抓到手中，然后立即转身跑开，生怕顾客会有时间反悔。有时候，在星期六晚上，老儒勒或是他的儿子拉扎鲁会酗酒闹事，不是发疯似地见人就打，就是挤到大街上购物逛街的行人之中狂呼乱叫，让人恼怒，于是骑警队就会将他们抓去，关进法院楼下的铁牢里，到第二天早上，他们便会恢复常态。
“想过来玩吗?”
皮格特突然以一种不屑一顾的神色看着我。
“我不是小孩，”她说。
我自觉感情受到伤害，气得一跺脚跑开了，并发誓整个夏天不同她讲一句话。可是，在后来的日子里，皮格特却开始引起我的兴趣，而且我也开始有了要提起她的兴趣的愿望。我并不觉得这有什么奇怪。看起来可能有些不合情理，我直到这时才开始认识到，那总被人们称作混血儿的坦纳瑞一家其实是印第安人，或者说很接近印第安人。我和印第安人接触得不多，好像还从来没见过一个真正的印第安人，现在认识到皮格特的祖先就是大熊和庞德梅克的族人，是特库姆塞的族人，是那些吃过布雷伯夫神父心脏的易洛魁人——这使她在我眼中突然产生了魅力。我那时很爱读波琳?约翰逊的诗，有时候还扯开嗓门拿腔拿调地背诵，“西风啊，从原野上吹来；从高山上吹来；从西边吹来”等诗句。在我看来，皮格特一定可以算是森林的女儿，是蛮荒世界的小预言家。只要我用适当的方法向她请教，她一定可以对我讲解一些她自己无疑知道的大自然的奥秘——如夜鹰在哪儿做窝，郊狼是如何育雏的，或是《海华沙之歌》之中提到的任何事情。