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1、【英文读物】Love of LifeLOVE OF LIFE “This out of all will remain They have lived and have tossed: So much of the game will be gain, Though the gold of the dice has been lost.”They limped painfully down the bank, and once the foremost of the two men staggered among the rough-strewn rocks. They were tired

2、and weak, and their faces had the drawn expression of patience which comes of hardship long endured. They were heavily burdened with blanket packs which were strapped to their shoulders. Head-straps, passing across the forehead, helped support these packs. Each man carried a rifle. They walked in a

3、stooped posture, the shoulders well forward, the head still farther forward, the eyes bent upon the ground.“I wish we had just about two of them cartridges thats layin in that cache of ourn,” said the second man.His voice was utterly and drearily expressionless. He spoke without enthusiasm; and the

4、first man, limping into the milky stream that foamed over the rocks, vouchsafed no reply.The other man followed at his heels. They did not remove their foot-gear, though the water was icy coldso cold that their ankles ached and their feet went numb. In places the water dashed against their knees, an

5、d both men staggered for footing.The man who followed slipped on a smooth boulder, nearly fell, but recovered himself with a violent effort, at the same time uttering a sharp exclamation of pain. He seemed faint and dizzy and put out his free hand while he reeled, as though seeking support against t

6、he air. When he had steadied himself he stepped forward, but reeled again and nearly fell. Then he stood still and looked at the other man, who had never turned his head.The man stood still for fully a minute, as though debating with himself. Then he called out:“I say, Bill, Ive sprained my ankle.”B

7、ill staggered on through the milky water. He did not look around. The man watched him go, and though his face was expressionless as ever, his eyes were like the eyes of a wounded deer.The other man limped up the farther bank and continued straight on without looking back. The man in the stream watch

8、ed him. His lips trembled a little, so that the rough thatch of brown hair which covered them was visibly agitated. His tongue even strayed out to moisten them.“Bill!” he cried out.It was the pleading cry of a strong man in distress, but Bills head did not turn. The man watched him go, limping grote

9、squely and lurching forward with stammering gait up the slow slope toward the soft sky-line of the low-lying hill. He watched him go till he passed over the crest and disappeared. Then he turned his gaze and slowly took in the circle of the world that remained to him now that Bill was gone.Near the

10、horizon the sun was smouldering dimly, almost obscured by formless mists and vapors, which gave an impression of mass and density without outline or tangibility. The man pulled out his watch, the while resting his weight on one leg. It was four oclock, and as the season was near the last of July or

11、first of August,he did not know the precise date within a week or two,he knew that the sun roughly marked the northwest. He looked to the south and knew that somewhere beyond those bleak hills lay the Great Bear Lake; also, he knew that in that direction the Arctic Circle cut its forbidding way acro

12、ss the Canadian Barrens. This stream in which he stood was a feeder to the Coppermine River, which in turn flowed north and emptied into Coronation Gulf and the Arctic Ocean. He had never been there, but he had seen it, once, on a Hudson Bay Company chart.Again his gaze completed the circle of the w

13、orld about him. It was not a heartening spectacle. Everywhere was soft sky-line. The hills were all low-lying. There were no trees, no shrubs, no grassesnaught but a tremendous and terrible desolation that sent fear swiftly dawning into his eyes.“Bill!” he whispered, once and twice; “Bill!”He cowere

14、d in the midst of the milky water, as though the vastness were pressing in upon him with overwhelming force, brutally crushing him with its complacent awfulness. He began to shake as with an ague-fit, till the gun fell from his hand with a splash. This served to rouse him. He fought with his fear an

15、d pulled himself together, groping in the water and recovering the weapon. He hitched his pack farther over on his left shoulder, so as to take a portion of its weight from off the injured ankle. Then he proceeded, slowly and carefully, wincing with pain, to the bank.He did not stop. With a desperat

16、ion that was madness, unmindful of the pain, he hurried up the slope to the crest of the hill over which his comrade had disappearedmore grotesque and comical by far than that limping, jerking comrade. But at the crest he saw a shallow valley, empty of life. He fought with his fear again, overcame i

17、t, hitched the pack still farther over on his left shoulder, and lurched on down the slope.The bottom of the valley was soggy with water, which the thick moss held, spongelike, close to the surface. This water squirted out from under his feet at every step, and each time he lifted a foot the action

18、culminated in a sucking sound as the wet moss reluctantly released its grip. He picked his way from muskeg to muskeg, and followed the other mans footsteps along and across the rocky ledges which thrust like islets through the sea of moss.Though alone, he was not lost. Farther on he knew he would co

19、me to where dead spruce and fir, very small and weazened, bordered the shore of a little lake, the titchin-nichilie, in the tongue of the country, the “land of little sticks.” And into that lake flowed a small stream, the water of which was not milky. There was rush-grass on that streamthis he remem

20、bered wellbut no timber, and he would follow it till its first trickle ceased at a divide. He would cross this divide to the first trickle of another stream, flowing to the west, which he would follow until it emptied into the river Dease, and here he would find a cache under an upturned canoe and p

21、iled over with many rocks. And in this cache would be ammunition for his empty gun, fish-hooks and lines, a small netall the utilities for the killing and snaring of food. Also, he would find flour,not much,a piece of bacon, and some beans.Bill would be waiting for him there, and they would paddle a

22、way south down the Dease to the Great Bear Lake. And south across the lake they would go, ever south, till they gained the Mackenzie. And south, still south, they would go, while the winter raced vainly after them, and the ice formed in the eddies, and the days grew chill and crisp, south to some wa

23、rm Hudson Bay Company post, where timber grew tall and generous and there was grub without end.These were the thoughts of the man as he strove onward. But hard as he strove with his body, he strove equally hard with his mind, trying to think that Bill had not deserted him, that Bill would surely wai

24、t for him at the cache. He was compelled to think this thought, or else there would not be any use to strive, and he would have lain down and died. And as the dim ball of the sun sank slowly into the northwest he covered every inchand many timesof his and Bills flight south before the downcoming win

25、ter. And he conned the grub of the cache and the grub of the Hudson Bay Company post over and over again. He had not eaten for two days; for a far longer time he had not had all he wanted to eat. Often he stooped and picked pale muskeg berries, put them into his mouth, and chewed and swallowed them.

26、 A muskeg berry is a bit of seed enclosed in a bit of water. In the mouth the water melts away and the seed chews sharp and bitter. The man knew there was no nourishment in the berries, but he chewed them patiently with a hope greater than knowledge and defying experience.At nine oclock he stubbed h

27、is toe on a rocky ledge, and from sheer weariness and weakness staggered and fell. He lay for some time, without movement, on his side. Then he slipped out of the pack-straps and clumsily dragged himself into a sitting posture. It was not yet dark, and in the lingering twilight he groped about among

28、 the rocks for shreds of dry moss. When he had gathered a heap he built a fire,a smouldering, smudgy fire,and put a tin pot of water on to boil.He unwrapped his pack and the first thing he did was to count his matches. There were sixty-seven. He counted them three times to make sure. He divided them

29、 into several portions, wrapping them in oil paper, disposing of one bunch in his empty tobacco pouch, of another bunch in the inside band of his battered hat, of a third bunch under his shirt on the chest. This accomplished, a panic came upon him, and he unwrapped them all and counted them again. T

30、here were still sixty-seven.He dried his wet foot-gear by the fire. The moccasins were in soggy shreds. The blanket socks were worn through in places, and his feet were raw and bleeding. His ankle was throbbing, and he gave it an examination. It had swollen to the size of his knee. He tore a long st

31、rip from one of his two blankets and bound the ankle tightly. He tore other strips and bound them about his feet to serve for both moccasins and socks. Then he drank the pot of water, steaming hot, wound his watch, and crawled between his blankets.He slept like a dead man. The brief darkness around

32、midnight came and went. The sun arose in the northeastat least the day dawned in that quarter, for the sun was hidden by gray clouds.At six oclock he awoke, quietly lying on his back. He gazed straight up into the gray sky and knew that he was hungry. As he rolled over on his elbow he was startled b

33、y a loud snort, and saw a bull caribou regarding him with alert curiosity. The animal was not mere than fifty feet away, and instantly into the mans mind leaped the vision and the savor of a caribou steak sizzling and frying over a fire. Mechanically he reached for the empty gun, drew a bead, and pu

34、lled the trigger. The bull snorted and leaped away, his hoofs rattling and clattering as he fled across the ledges.The man cursed and flung the empty gun from him. He groaned aloud as he started to drag himself to his feet. It was a slow and arduous task.His joints were like rusty hinges. They worke

35、d harshly in their sockets, with much friction, and each bending or unbending was accomplished only through a sheer exertion of will. When he finally gained his feet, another minute or so was consumed in straightening up, so that he could stand erect as a man should stand.He crawled up a small knoll

36、 and surveyed the prospect. There were no trees, no bushes, nothing but a gray sea of moss scarcely diversified by gray rocks, gray lakelets, and gray streamlets. The sky was gray. There was no sun nor hint of sun. He had no idea of north, and he had forgotten the way he had come to this spot the ni

37、ght before. But he was not lost. He knew that. Soon he would come to the land of the little sticks. He felt that it lay off to the left somewhere, not farpossibly just over the next low hill.He went back to put his pack into shape for travelling. He assured himself of the existence of his three sepa

38、rate parcels of matches, though he did not stop to count them. But he did linger, debating, over a squat moose-hide sack. It was not large. He could hide it under his two hands. He knew that it weighed fifteen pounds,as much as all the rest of the pack,and it worried him. He finally set it to one si

39、de and proceeded to roll the pack. He paused to gaze at the squat moose-hide sack. He picked it up hastily with a defiant glance about him, as though the desolation were trying to rob him of it; and when he rose to his feet to stagger on into the day, it was included in the pack on his back.He bore

40、away to the left, stopping now and again to eat muskeg berries. His ankle had stiffened, his limp was more pronounced, but the pain of it was as nothing compared with the pain of his stomach. The hunger pangs were sharp. They gnawed and gnawed until he could not keep his mind steady on the course he

41、 must pursue to gain the land of little sticks. The muskeg berries did not allay this gnawing, while they made his tongue and the roof of his mouth sore with their irritating bite.He came upon a valley where rock ptarmigan rose on whirring wings from the ledges and muskegs. Kerkerker was the cry the

42、y made. He threw stones at them, but could not hit them. He placed his pack on the ground and stalked them as a cat stalks a sparrow. The sharp rocks cut through his pants legs till his knees left a trail of blood; but the hurt was lost in the hurt of his hunger. He squirmed over the wet moss, satur

43、ating his clothes and chilling his body; but he was not aware of it, so great was his fever for food. And always the ptarmigan rose, whirring, before him, till their kerkerker became a mock to him, and he cursed them and cried aloud at them with their own cry.Once he crawled upon one that must have

44、been asleep. He did not see it till it shot up in his face from its rocky nook. He made a clutch as startled as was the rise of the ptarmigan, and there remained in his hand three tail-feathers. As he watched its flight he hated it, as though it had done him some terrible wrong. Then he returned and

45、 shouldered his pack.As the day wore along he came into valleys or swales where game was more plentiful. A band of caribou passed by, twenty and odd animals, tantalizingly within rifle range. He felt a wild desire to run after them, a certitude that he could run them down. A black fox came toward hi

46、m, carrying a ptarmigan in his mouth. The man shouted. It was a fearful cry, but the fox, leaping away in fright, did not drop the ptarmigan.Late in the afternoon he followed a stream, milky with lime, which ran through sparse patches of rush-grass. Grasping these rushes firmly near the root, he pul

47、led up what resembled a young onion-sprout no larger than a shingle-nail. It was tender, and his teeth sank into it with a crunch that promised deliciously of food. But its fibers were tough. It was composed of stringy filaments saturated with water, like the berries, and devoid of nourishment. He t

48、hrew off his pack and went into the rush-grass on hands and knees, crunching and munching, like some bovine creature.He was very weary and often wished to restto lie down and sleep; but he was continually driven onnot so much by his desire to gain the land of little sticks as by his hunger. He searched little ponds for frogs and dug up the earth with his nails for worms, though he knew in spite that neither frogs nor worms existed so far north.He looked into every pool of water vainly, until, as the long twilight came on, he discovered a solitary fish, th