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1、【英文读物】The Patchwork Girl of OzPrologue Through the kindness of Dorothy Gale of Kansas, afterward Princess Dorothy of Oz, an humble writer in the United States of America was once appointed Royal Historian of Oz, with the privilege of writing the chronicle of that wonderful fairyland. But after makin

2、g six books about the adventures of those interesting but queer people who live in the Land of Oz, the Historian learned with sorrow that by an edict of the Supreme Ruler, Ozma of Oz, her country would thereafter be rendered invisible to all who lived outside its borders and that all communication w

3、ith Oz would, in the future, be cut off. The children who had learned to look for the books about Oz and who loved the stories about the gay and happy people inhabiting that favored country, were as sorry as their Historian that there would be no more books of Oz stories. They wrote many letters ask

4、ing if the Historian did not know of some adventures to write about that had happened before the Land of Oz was shut out from all the rest of the world. But he did not know of any. Finally one of the children inquired why we couldnt hear from Princess Dorothy by wireless telegraph, which would enabl

5、e her to communicate to the Historian whatever happened in the far-off Land of Oz without his seeing her, or even knowing just where Oz is. That seemed a good idea; so the Historian rigged up a high tower in his back yard, and took lessons in wireless telegraphy until he understood it, and then bega

6、n to call Princess Dorothy of Oz by sending messages into the air. Now, it wasnt likely that Dorothy would be looking for wireless messages or would heed the call; but one thing the Historian was sure of, and that was that the powerful Sorceress, Glinda, would know what he was doing and that he desi

7、red to communicate with Dorothy. For Glinda has a big book in which is recorded every event that takes place anywhere in the world, just the moment that it happens, and so of course the book would tell her about the wireless message. And that was the way Dorothy heard that the Historian wanted to sp

8、eak with her, and there was a Shaggy Man in the Land of Oz who knew how to telegraph a wireless reply. The result was that the Historian begged so hard to be told the latest news of Oz, so that he could write it down for the children to read, that Dorothy asked permission of Ozma and Ozma graciously

9、 consented. That is why, after two long years of waiting, another Oz story is now presented to the children of America. This would not have been possible had not some clever man invented the wireless and an equally clever child suggested the idea of reaching the mysterious Land of Oz by its means. L

10、. Frank Baum. OZCOT at Hollywood in CaliforniaChapter One Ojo and Unc Nunkie Wheres the butter, Unc Nunkie? asked Ojo. Unc looked out of the window and stroked his long beard. Then he turned to the Munchkin boy and shook his head. Isnt, said he. Isnt any butter? Thats too bad, Unc. Wheres the jam th

11、en? inquired Ojo, standing on a stool so he could look through all the shelves of the cupboard. But Unc Nunkie shook his head again. Gone, he said. No jam, either? And no cakeno jellyno applesnothing but bread? All, said Unc, again stroking his beard as he gazed from the window. The little boy broug

12、ht the stool and sat beside his uncle, munching the dry bread slowly and seeming in deep thought. Nothing grows in our yard but the bread tree, he mused, and there are only two more loaves on that tree; and theyre not ripe yet. Tell me, Unc; why are we so poor? The old Munchkin turned and looked at

13、Ojo. He had kindly eyes, but he hadnt smiled or laughed in so long that the boy had forgotten that Unc Nunkie could look any other way than solemn. And Unc never spoke any more words than he was obliged to, so his little nephew, who lived alone with him, had learned to understand a great deal from o

14、ne word. Why are we so poor, Unc? repeated the boy. Not, said the old Munchkin. I think we are, declared Ojo. What have we got? House, said Unc Nunkie. I know; but everyone in the Land of Oz has a place to live. What else, Unc? Bread. Im eating the last loaf thats ripe. There; Ive put aside your sha

15、re, Unc. Its on the table, so you can eat it when you get hungry. But when that is gone, what shall we eat, Unc? The old man shifted in his chair but merely shook his head. Of course, said Ojo, who was obliged to talk because his uncle would not, no one starves in the Land of Oz, either. There is pl

16、enty for everyone, you know; only, if it isnt just where you happen to be, you must go where it is. The aged Munchkin wriggled again and stared at his small nephew as if disturbed by his argument. By to-morrow morning, the boy went on, we must go where there is something to eat, or we shall grow ver

17、y hungry and become very unhappy. Where? asked Unc. Where shall we go? I dont know, Im sure, replied Ojo. But you must know, Unc. You must have traveled, in your time, because youre so old. I dont remember it, because ever since I could remember anything weve lived right here in this lonesome, round

18、 house, with a little garden back of it and the thick woods all around. All Ive ever seen of the great Land of Oz, Unc dear, is the view of that mountain over at the south, where they say the Hammerheads livewho wont let anybody go by themand that mountain at the north, where they say nobody lives.

19、One, declared Unc, correcting him. Oh, yes; one family lives there, Ive heard. Thats the Crooked Magician, who is named Dr. Pipt, and his wife Margolotte. One year you told me about them; I think it took you a whole year, Unc, to say as much as Ive just said about the Crooked Magician and his wife.

20、They live high up on the mountain, and the good Munchkin Country, where the fruits and flowers grow, is just the other side. Its funny you and I should live here all alone, in the middle of the forest, isnt it? Yes, said Unc. Then lets go away and visit the Munchkin Country and its jolly, good-natur

21、ed people. Id love to get a sight of something besides woods, Unc Nunkie. Too little, said Unc. Why, Im not so little as I used to be, answered the boy earnestly. I think I can walk as far and as fast through the woods as you can, Unc. And now that nothing grows in our back yard that is good to eat,

22、 we must go where there is food. Unc Nunkie made no reply for a time. Then he shut down the window and turned his chair to face the room, for the sun was sinking behind the tree-tops and it was growing cool. By and by Ojo lighted the fire and the logs blazed freely in the broad fireplace. The two sa

23、t in the firelight a long timethe old, white-bearded Munchkin and the little boy. Both were thinking. When it grew quite dark outside, Ojo said: Eat your bread, Unc, and then we will go to bed. But Unc Nunkie did not eat the bread; neither did he go directly to bed. Long after his little nephew was

24、sound asleep in the corner of the room the old man sat by the fire, thinking.Chapter Two The Crooked Magician Just at dawn next morning Unc Nunkie laid his hand tenderly on Ojos head and awakened him. Come, he said. Ojo dressed. He wore blue silk stockings, blue knee pants with gold buckles, a blue

25、ruffled waist and a jacket of bright blue braided with gold. His shoes were of blue leather and turned up at the toes, which were pointed. His hat had a peaked crown and a flat brim, and around the brim was a row of tiny golden bells that tinkled when he moved. This was the native costume of those w

26、ho inhabited the Munchkin Country of the Land of Oz, so Unc Nunkies dress was much like that of his nephew. Instead of shoes, the old man wore boots with turnover tops and his blue coat had wide cuffs of gold braid. The boy noticed that his uncle had not eaten the bread, and supposed the old man had

27、 not been hungry. Ojo was hungry, though; so he divided the piece of bread upon the table and ate his half for breakfast, washing it down with fresh, cool water from the brook. Unc put the other piece of bread in his jacket pocket, after which he again said, as he walked out through the doorway: Com

28、e. Ojo was well pleased. He was dreadfully tired of living all alone in the woods and wanted to travel and see people. For a long time he had wished to explore the beautiful Land of Oz in which they lived. When they were outside, Unc simply latched the door and started up the path. No one would dist

29、urb their little house, even if anyone came so far into the thick forest while they were gone. At the foot of the mountain that separated the Country of the Munchkins from the Country of the Gillikins, the path divided. One way led to the left and the other to the rightstraight up the mountain. Unc

30、Nunkie took this right-hand path and Ojo followed without asking why. He knew it would take them to the house of the Crooked Magician, whom he had never seen but who was their nearest neighbor. All the morning they trudged up the mountain path and at noon Unc and Ojo sat on a fallen tree-trunk and a

31、te the last of the bread which the old Munchkin had placed in his pocket. Then they started on again and two hours later came in sight of the house of Dr. Pipt. It was a big house, round, as were all the Munchkin houses, and painted blue, which is the distinctive color of the Munchkin Country of Oz.

32、 There was a pretty garden around the house, where blue trees and blue flowers grew in abundance and in one place were beds of blue cabbages, blue carrots and blue lettuce, all of which were delicious to eat. In Dr. Pipts garden grew bun-trees, cake-trees, cream-puff bushes, blue buttercups which yi

33、elded excellent blue butter and a row of chocolate-caramel plants. Paths of blue gravel divided the vegetable and flower beds and a wider path led up to the front door. The place was in a clearing on the mountain, but a little way off was the grim forest, which completely surrounded it. Unc knocked

34、at the door of the house and a chubby, pleasant-faced woman, dressed all in blue, opened it and greeted the visitors with a smile. Ah, said Ojo; you must be Dame Margolotte, the good wife of Dr. Pipt. I am, my dear, and all strangers are welcome to my home. May we see the famous Magician, Madam? He

35、is very busy just now, she said, shaking her head doubtfully. But come in and let me give you something to eat, for you must have traveled far in order to get our lonely place. We have, replied Ojo, as he and Unc entered the house. We have come from a far lonelier place than this. A lonelier place!

36、And in the Munchkin Country? she exclaimed. Then it must be somewhere in the Blue Forest. It is, good Dame Margolotte. Dear me! she said, looking at the man, you must be Unc Nunkie, known as the Silent One. Then she looked at the boy. And you must be Ojo the Unlucky, she added. Yes, said Unc. I neve

37、r knew I was called the Unlucky, said Ojo, soberly; but it is really a good name for me. Well, remarked the woman, as she bustled around the room and set the table and brought food from the cupboard, you were unlucky to live all alone in that dismal forest, which is much worse than the forest around

38、 here; but perhaps your luck will change, now you are away from it. If, during your travels, you can manage to lose that Un at the beginning of your name Unlucky, you will then become Ojo the Lucky, which will be a great improvement. How can I lose that Un, Dame Margolotte? I do not know how, but yo

39、u must keep the matter in mind and perhaps the chance will come to you, she replied. Ojo had never eaten such a fine meal in all his life. There was a savory stew, smoking hot, a dish of blue peas, a bowl of sweet milk of a delicate blue tint and a blue pudding with blue plums in it. When the visito

40、rs had eaten heartily of this fare the woman said to them: Do you wish to see Dr. Pipt on business or for pleasure? Unc shook his head. We are traveling, replied Ojo, and we stopped at your house just to rest and refresh ourselves. I do not think Unc Nunkie cares very much to see the famous Crooked

41、Magician; but for my part I am curious to look at such a great man. The woman seemed thoughtful. I remember that Unc Nunkie and my husband used to be friends, many years ago, she said, so perhaps they will be glad to meet again. The Magician is very busy, as I said, but if you will promise not to di

42、sturb him you may come into his workshop and watch him prepare a wonderful charm. Thank you, replied the boy, much pleased. I would like to do that. She led the way to a great domed hall at the back of the house, which was the Magicians workshop. There was a row of windows extending nearly around th

43、e sides of the circular room, which rendered the place very light, and there was a back door in addition to the one leading to the front part of the house. Before the row of windows a broad seat was built and there were some chairs and benches in the room besides. At one end stood a great fireplace,

44、 in which a blue log was blazing with a blue flame, and over the fire hung four kettles in a row, all bubbling and steaming at a great rate. The Magician was stirring all four of these kettles at the same time, two with his hands and two with his feet, to the latter, wooden ladles being strapped, fo

45、r this man was so very crooked that his legs were as handy as his arms. Unc Nunkie came forward to greet his old friend, but not being able to shake either his hands or his feet, which were all occupied in stirring, he patted the Magicians bald head and asked: What? Ah, its the Silent One, remarked

46、Dr. Pipt, without looking up, and he wants to know what Im making. Well, when it is quite finished this compound will be the wonderful Powder of Life, which no one knows how to make but myself. Whenever it is sprinkled on anything, that thing will at once come to life, no matter what it is. It takes

47、 me several years to make this magic Powder, but at this moment I am pleased to say it is nearly done. You see, I am making it for my good wife Margolotte, who wants to use some of it for a purpose of her own. Sit down and make yourself comfortable, Unc Nunkie, and after Ive finished my task I will

48、talk to you. You must know, said Margolotte, when they were all seated together on the broad window-seat, that my husband foolishly gave away all the Powder of Life he first made to old Mombi the Witch, who used to live in the Country of the Gillikins, to the north of here. Mombi gave to Dr. Pipt a Powder of Perpetual Youth in exchange for his Powder of Life, but she cheated him wickedly, for