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1、【英文读物】For Love of Country A Story of Land and Sea in the Days of the RevolutionPREFACESince the action of this story falls during the periods, and the book deals with personages and incidents, which are usually treated of in the more serious pages of history, it is proper that some brief word of exp

2、lanation should be written by which I might confirm some of the romantic happenings hereafter related, which to the casual reader may appear to draw too heavily upon his credulity for acceptance.The action between the Randolph and the Yarmouth really happened, the smaller ship did engage the greater

3、 for the indicated purpose, much as I have told it; and if I have ventured to substitute another name for that of the gallant sailor and daring hero, Captain Nicholas Biddle, who commanded the little Randolph, and lost his life, on that occasion, I trust this paragraph may be considered as making am

4、ple amends. The remarkable fight between those two ships is worthy of more extended notice than has hitherto been given it, in any but the larger tones (and not even in some of those) of the time. As far as my information permits me to say, there never was a more heroic battle on the seas.Again, it

5、is evident to students of history that the character of Washington has not been properly understood hitherto, by the very people who revere his name, though the excellent books of Messrs. Ford, Wilson, Lodge, Fiske, and others are doing much to destroy the popular canonization which made of the man

6、a saint; in defence of my characterization of him I am able to say that the incidents and anecdotes and most of the conversations in which he appears are absolutely historical.If I have dwelt too long and too circumstantially upon the Trenton and Princeton campaigns for a book so light in character

7、as is this one, it may be set down to an ardent admiration for Washington as man and soldier, and a design again to exhibit him as he was at one of the most critical and brilliant points of his career. Furthermore, I find that the school and other histories commonly accessible to ordinary people are

8、 not sufficiently awake to the importance and brilliancy of the campaign, and I cherish the hope that this book may serve, in some measure, to establish its value.I have freely used all the histories and narratives to which I had access, without hesitation; and if I have anticipated a distinguished

9、arrival, or hastened the departure of a ship, or altered the date of a naval battle, or changed its scene, I plead the example of the distinguished masters of fiction, to warrant me.In closing I cannot refrain from thanking those who have so kindly assisted me with advice and correction during the w

10、riting of this story and the reading of the proof, especially the Rev. A. J. P. McClure.C. T. B.PHILADELPHIA, PENNA., November, 1897.BOOK I THE EVENTS OF A NIGHT CHAPTER I Katharine Yields her IndependenceIf Seymour could have voiced his thought, he would have said that the earth itself did not affo

11、rd a fairer picture than that which lay within the level radius of his vision, and which had imprinted itself so powerfully upon his impressionable and youthful heart. It was not the scenery of Virginia either, the landscape on the Potomac, of which he would have spoken so enthusiastically, though e

12、ven that were a thing not to be disdained by such a lover of the beautiful as Seymour had shown himself to be,the dry brown hills rising in swelling slopes from the edge of the wide quiet river; the bare and leafless trees upon their crests, now scarce veiling the comfortable old white house, which

13、in the summer they quite concealed beneath their masses of foliage; and all the world lying dreamy and calm and still, in the motionless haze of one of those rare seasons in November which so suggests departed days that men name it summer again. For all that he then saw in nature was but a setting f

14、or a woman; even the sun itself, low in the west, robbed of its glory, and faded into a dull red ball seeking to hide its head, but served to throw into high relief the noble and beautiful face of the girl upon whom he gazed,the girl who was sun and life and light and world for him.The most confirme

15、d misogynist would have found it difficult to challenge her claim to beauty; and yet it would require a more severe critic or a sterner analyst than a lover would be likely to prove, to say in just what point could be found that which would justify the claim. Was it in the mass of light wavy brown h

16、air, springing from a low point on her forehead and gently rippling back, which she wore plaited and tied with a ribbon and destitute of powder? How sweetly simple it looked to him after the bepowdered and betowered misses of the town with whom he was most acquainted! Was it in the broad low brow, o

17、r the brown, almost black eyes which laughed beneath it; or the very fair complexion, which seemed to him a strangely delightful and unusual combination? Or was it in the perfection of a faultless, if somewhat slender and still undeveloped figure, half concealed by the vivid Cardinal cloak she wore,

18、 which one little hand held loosely together about her, while the other dabbled in the water by her side?Be this as it may, the whole impression she produced was one which charmed and fascinated to the last degree, and Mistress Katharine Wiltons sway among the young men of the colony was-well-nigh u

19、ndisputed. A toast and a belle in half Virginia, Seymour was not the first, nor was he destined to be the last, of her adorers.The strong, steady, practised stroke, denoting the accomplished oarsman, with which he had urged the little boat through the water, had given way to an idle and purposeless

20、drift. He longed to cast himself down before the little feet, in their smart high-heeled buckled shoes and clocked stockings, which peeped out at him from under her embroidered camlet petticoat in such a maliciously coquettish manner; he longed to kneel down there in the skiff, at the imminent risk

21、of spoiling his own gay attire, and declare the passion which consumed him; but somethinghe did not know what it was, and she did not tell himconstrained him, and he sat still, and felt himself as far away as if she had been in the stars.In his way he was quite as good to look at as the young maiden

22、; tall, blond, stalwart, blue-eyed, pleasant-featured, with the frank engaging air which seems to belong to those who go down to the sea in ships, Lieutenant John Seymour Seymour was an excellent specimen of that hardy, daring, gallant class of men who in this war and in the next were to shed such i

23、mperishable lustre upon American arms by their exploits in the naval service. Born of an old and distinguished Philadelphia family, so proud of its name that in his instance they had doubled it, the usual bluntness and roughness of the sea were tempered by this gentle birth and breeding, and by freq

24、uent attrition with men and women of the politest society of the largest and most important city of the colonies. Offering his services as soon as the news of Lexington precipitated the conflict with the mother country, he had already made his name known among that gallant band of seamen among whom

25、Jones, Biddle, Dale, and Conyngham were pre-eminent.The delicious silence which he had been unwilling to break, since it permitted him to gaze undisturbed upon his fair shipmate, was terminated at last by that lady herself.She looked up from the water with which she had been playing, and then appear

26、ing to notice for the first time his steady ardent gaze, she laughed lightly and said,Well, sir, it grows late. When you have finished contemplating the scenery, perhaps you will turn the boat, and take me home; then you can feast your eyes upon something more attractive.And what is that, pray? he a

27、sked.Your supper, sir. You must be very anxious for it by this time, and really you know you look quite hungry. We have been out so long; but I will have pity on you, and detain you no longer here. Turn the boat around, Lieutenant Seymour, and put me on shore at once. I will stand between no man and

28、 his dinner.Hungry? Yes, I am, but not for dinner,for you, Mistress Katharine, he replied.Oh, what a horrid appetite! I dont feel safe in the boat with you.Are you very hungry?Really, Miss Wilton, I am not jesting at all, he said with immense dignity.Oh! oh! He is in earnest. Shall I scream? No use;

29、 we are a mile from the house, at least.Oh, Miss WiltonKatharine, he replied desperately, I am devoured by myLieutenant Seymour! She drew herself up with great hauteur, letting the cloak drop about her waist.Madam!Only my friends call me Katharine.And am I not, may I not be, one of your friends?Well

30、, yesI suppose so; but you are so young.I am just twenty-seven, madam, and you, I suppose, areNever be ungallant enough to suppose a young ladys age. You may do those things in Philadelphia, if you like, but t is not the custom here. Besides, I mean too young a friend; you have not known me long eno

31、ugh, that is.Long enough! I have known you ever since Tuesday of last week.And this is Friday,just ten days, ten long days! she replied triumphantly.Long days! he cried. Very short ones, for me.Long or short, sir, do you think you can know me in that period? Is it possible I am so easily fathomed? s

32、he went on, smiling.Now it is ill making love in a rowboat at best, and when one is in earnest and the other jests it is well-nigh impossible; so to these remarks Lieutenant Seymour made no further answer, save viciously to ply the oars and drive the boat rapidly toward the landing.Miss Katharine ga

33、zed vacantly about the familiar river upon whose banks she had been born and bred, and, finally noticing the sun had gone down, closing the short day, she once more drew her cloak closely about her and resumed the neglected conversation.Wont you please stop looking at me in that manner, and wont you

34、 please row harder, or is your strength all centred in your gaze?I am rowing as fast as I can, Miss Wilton, especially with thisOh, I forgot your wounded shoulder! Does it hurt? Does it pain you?I am so sorry. Let me row.Thank you, no. I think I can manage it myself. The only pain I have is when you

35、 are unkind to me.At that moment, to his great annoyance, his oar stuck fast in the oar-lock, and he straightway did that very unsailorly thing known as catching a crab.Katharine Wilton laughed. There was music in her voice, but this time it did not awaken a responsive chord in the young man. Extric

36、ating his oar violently, he silently resumed his work.Do you like crabs, Mr. Seymour? she said with apparent irrelevance.I dont like catching them, Miss Wilton, he admitted ruefully.Oh, I mean eating them! We were talking about your appetite, were we not? Well, Dinah devils them deliciously. I ll ha

37、ve some done for you, she continued with suspicious innocence.Seymour groaned in spirit at her perversity, and for the first time in his life felt an intense sympathy with devilled crabs; but he continued his labor in silence and with great dignity.What am I to infer from your silence on this import

38、ant subject, sir? The subject of edibles, which everybody says is of the first importanceto mendoes not appear to interest you at all!He made no further reply.The young girl gazed at his pale face at first in much amusement; but the laughter gradually died away, and finally her glance fell to the wa

39、ter by her side. A few strong strokes, strong enough, in spite of a wounded shoulder, to indicate wrathful purpose and sudden determination to the astute maiden, and the little boat swung in beside the wharf. Throwing the oars inboard with easy skill, Seymour sat motionless while the boat glided swi

40、ftly down toward the landing-steps, and the silence was broken only by the soft, delicious lip, lip, lip of the water, which seemed to cling to and caress the bow of the skiff until it finally came to rest. The man waited until the girl looked up at him. She saw in his resolute mien the outward and

41、visible sign of his inward determination, and she realized that the game so bravely and piquantly played since she met him was lost. They had nearly arrived at the foregone conclusion.Well, Mr. Seymour, she said finally, we are here at last; for what are you waiting?Waiting for you.For me?Ay, only f

42、or you.IIdo not understand you.You understand nothing apparently, but I will explain. He stepped out on the landing-stage, and after taking a turn or two with the painter to secure the boat, he turned toward his captive with a ceremonious bow.Permit me to help you ashore.Oh, thank you, Lieutenant Se

43、ymour; if I only could, in this little boat, I would courtesy in return for that effort, she answered with tremulous and transparent bravery. But when the little palm met his own brown one, it seemed to steal away some of the bitterness of the moment. After he had assisted her upon the shore and up

44、the steps into the boathouse, he held her hand tight within his own, and with that promptitude which characterized him he made the plunge.Oh, Miss WiltonKatharineit is true I have known you only a little while, but all that timeever since I saw you, in fact, and even before, when your father showed

45、me your pictureI have loved you. Nay, hear me out. There was an unusual sternness in his voice. My lord appeared to be in the imperative mood,something to which she had not been accustomed. He meant to be heard, and with beating heart perforce she listened. Quiet that spirit of mockery but a moment,

46、 and attend my words, I pray you. No, I will not release you until I have spoken. These are troublous times. I may leave at any momentmust leave when my orders come, and I expect them every day, and before I go I must tell you this.Her downcast eyes could still see him blush and then pale a little u

47、nder the sunburn and windburn of his face, as he went on speaking.I have no one; never had I a sister, I can remember no mother; believe me, I entreat you, when I tell you that to no woman have I ever said what I have just said to you. We sailors think and speak and act quickly, it is a part of our

48、profession; but if I should wait for years I should think no differently and act in no other way. I love you! Oh, Katharine, I love you as my soul.There was a note of passion in his voice which thrilled her heart with ecstasy; the others had not made love this way.You seem to me like that star I have often watched in the long hours of the night, which has shown me the way on many a trackless sea. I know I am as far beneath you as I am beneath that star. But though the distance is great, my love can bridge it, if you will