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1、【英文读物】A Bookful of GirlsCHAPTER I THE CROWS NEST“You never told me how you happened to name her Blythe.”The two old friends, Mr. John DeWitt and Mrs. Halliday, were reclining side by side in their steamer-chairs, lulled into a quiescent mood by the gentle, scarcely perceptible, motion of the vessel.

2、 It was an exertion to speak, and Mrs. Halliday replied evasively, “Do you like the name?”“For Blythe,yes. But I dont know another girl who could carry it off so well. Tell me how it happened.”Then Blythes mother reluctantly gathered herself together for a serious effort, and said: “It was the old S

3、cotch nurse who did it. She called her a blythe lassie before she was three days old. We had 4 been hesitating between Lucretia for Charless mother and Hannah for mine, and we compromised on Blythe!”Upon which the speaker, allowing her eyes to close definitively, took on the appearance of gentle ina

4、nition which characterised nine-tenths of her fellow-voyagers, ranged side by side in their steamer-chairs along the deck.They had passed the Azores, that lovely May morning, and were headed for Cape St. Vincent,the good old Lorelei lounging along at her easiest gait, the which is also her rapidest.

5、 For there is nothing more deceptive than a steamers behaviour on a calm day when the sea offers no perceptible resistance to the keel.Here and there an insatiable novel-reader held a paper-covered volume before his nose, but more often the book had slid to the deck, to be picked up by Gustav, the p

6、rince of deck-stewards, and carefully tucked in among the wraps of the unconscious owner.Just now, however, Gustav was enjoying 5 a moment of unaccustomed respite from activity, for his most exacting beneficiaries were not sufficiently awake to demand a service of him. He had administered bouillon a

7、nd lemonade and cracked ice by the gallon; he had scattered sandwiches and ginger cookies broadcast among them; he had tenderly inquired of the invalids, “Ow you feel?” and had cheerfully pronounced them, one and all, to be “mush besser”; and now he himself was, for a fleeting moment, the centre of

8、interest in the one tiny eddy of animation on the whole length of the deck.Just aft of the awning, in the full sunshine, he was engaged in “posing,” with the sheepish air of a person having his photograph taken, while a fresh, comely girl of sixteen stood, kodak in hand, waiting for his attitude to

9、relax. Half a dozen spectators, elderly men and small boys, stood about making facetious remarks, but Gustav and his youthful “operator” were too much in earnest to pay them much heed.Blythe Halliday was usually very much 6 in earnest; by which is not to be inferred that she was of an alarmingly ser

10、ious cast of mind. Her earnestness took the form of intense satisfaction in the matter in hand, whatever that might be, and she had found life a succession of delightful experiences, of which this one of an ocean voyage was perhaps the most delectable of all.In one particular Blythe totally disagree

11、d with her mother; for Mrs. Halliday had declared, on one of the first universally unbecoming days of the voyage, that it was a mystery how all the agreeable people got to Europe, since so few of them were ever to be discovered on an ocean steamer! Whereas Blythe, for her part, had never dreamed tha

12、t there were so many interesting persons in the world as were to be discovered among their fellow-voyagers.Was not the big, bluff Captain himself, with his unfathomable sea-craft and his autocratic power, a regular old Viking such as you might read of in your history books, but would hardly expect t

13、o meet with in the flesh? And was there not 7 a real Italian Count, elderly but impressive, who had dealings with no one but his valet, the latter being a nimble personage with a wicked eye who seemed to possess the faculty of starting up through the deck as if summoned by a species of wireless tele

14、graphy? Best of all, was not Blythes opposite neighbour at the Captains table a shaggy, keen-eyed Englishman, figuring on the passenger-list as “Mr. Grey,” but who was generally believed to be no less a personage than Hugh Dalton, the famous poet, travelling incognito?This latter gentleman was more

15、approachable than the Count, and had taken occasion to tell Blythe some very wonderful tales, besides still further endearing himself to her by listening with flattering attention to such narratives as she was pleased to relate for his benefit. Indeed, they were rapidly becoming fast friends and she

16、 was seriously contemplating a snap-shot at his expense.Mr. Grey, meanwhile, had joined the group in the sunshine, where he stood, 8 pipe in mouth, with his hands thrust deep into the pockets of his reefer, regarding Gustavs awkwardness with kindly amusement.“There they go, those energetic young per

17、sons!” Mr. De Witt observed, a few minutes later, as Blythe and the Englishman walked past, in search of the Captain, whom Mr. Grey had suggested as the next subject for photographic prowess. “Do you suppose that really is Dalton?”Mr. De Witt spoke with entire disregard of the fact that Mrs. Hallida

18、y appeared to be slumbering tranquilly. And indeed an interrupted nap is so easily made good on shipboard that Blythe used sometimes to beg her mother to try and “fall awake” for a minute!On this occasion, as she walked past with the alleged poet, she remarked: “Even Mr. De Witt cant keep Mamma awak

19、e on shipboard, and she isnt a bit of a sleepy person on dry land.”By way of response, Mr. Grey turned to contemplate the line of steamer-chairs, billowy with voluminous wraps, saying: 9 “Doesnt the deck look like a sea becalmed? See! Those are the waves, too lazy to break!”“How funny the ocean woul

20、d look if the waves forgot to turn over!” Blythe exclaimed, glancing across the gently undulating surface of the sea. “I dont suppose theyve kept still one single instant in millions of years!”“Not since the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters,” her companion returned, with quiet emphasi

21、s; and Blythe felt surer than ever that he really was the great poet whom people believed him to be.A moment later they had stormed the bridge, where they two, of all the ships company, were pretty sure of a welcome. They found the Captain standing, with his sextant at his eye, the four gold stripes

22、 on his sleeve gleaming gaily in the sunshine. Evidently things were going right, for the visitors and their daring proposal were most graciously received.The fine old sea-dog stood like a man to be shot at; and as Blythe faced him, 10 kodak in hand, the breeze playing pranks with her hair and blowi

23、ng her golf-cape straight back from her shoulders, it was all so exhilarating that before she knew it she had turned her little camera upon the supposed Hugh Dalton himself, who made an absurd grimace and told her to “let her go!”It was always a delightful experience for Blythe to stand on the bridg

24、e and watch the ships officers at their wonderful work of guiding the great sea-monster across the pathless deep. Here was the brain of the ship, as Mr. Grey had once pointed out, and to-day, when a sailor suddenly appeared above the gangway and, touching his hat, received a curt order,“That is one

25、of the nerves of the vessel,” her companion said. “It carries the message of the brain to the furthest parts of the body.”“And I suppose the eyes are up there,” Blythe returned, glancing at the “crows nest,” half-way up the great forward mast, where the two lookouts were keeping their steady watch.

26、11“Yes,” he rejoined, “that must be why they always have a pair of them,so as to get a proper focus. Nicht wahr, Herr Capit?n?”And the little fiction was explained to the Captain, who grew more genial than ever under the stimulus of such agreeable conversation.“Ja wohl!” he agreed, heartily; “Ja woh

27、l!”which was really quite an outburst of eloquence for Captain Seemann.“If I couldnt be captain,” Blythe announced, “I think I should choose to be lookout.”“How is dat?” the Captain inquired.“It must be the best place of all, away up above everything and everybody.”“And you would like to go up dare?

28、”“Of course I should!”“And you would not be afraid?”“Not I!”Upon which the Captain, in high good-humour, declared, “I belief you!”After that he fell to speaking German with Mr. Grey, and Blythe moved to the end of the bridge, and stood looking down 12 upon the steerage passengers, where they were di

29、sporting themselves in the sun on the lower deck.They were a motley crew, and she never tired of watching them, as they sat about in picturesque groups, singing or playing games, or lay stretched on the deck, fast asleep.Somewhat apart from the others was a woman with a little girl whom Blythe had n

30、ot before observed. The child lay on a bright shawl, her head against the womans knee, her dark Italian eyes gazing straight up into the luminous blue of the sky. There was a curiously high-bred look in the pale features, young and unformed as they were, and Blythe wondered how such a child as that

31、came to belong to the stout, middle-aged woman who did not herself seem altogether out of place in the rough steerage.At this point in her meditations, a quiet, matter-of-fact voice struck her ear, and, turning, she found that Mr. Grey had come up behind her.“The Captain says he will have the 13 cro

32、ws nest lowered and let you go up in it if you like,” was the startling announcement which roused her from her revery.“Oh, you are making fun!” she protested.“I dont wonder you think so, but he seems quite in earnest, and I can tell you its the chance of a lifetime!”“I should think it was!” she gasp

33、ed. “Oh, tell him hes an angel with wings! And please, please dont let him change his mind while I run and ask Mamma!” With which Blythe vanished down the gangway, her golf-cape rising straight up around her head as the draught took it.We may well believe that such a prospect as that drove from her

34、mind all speculations as to the steerage passengers, and that even the thought of the little girl with the wonderful eyes did not again visit her in the few hours intervening.Yet when, that afternoon at eight-bells, she passed with Mr. Grey down the steep gangway to the steerage deck, which they wer

35、e obliged to traverse on their way to the forecastle, and they came upon the little 14 creature lying, with upturned face, against the womans knee, Blythe felt a sharp pang of compunction and pity. The child looked even more pathetic than when seen from above, and the young girl involuntarily stoope

36、d in passing, and touched the wan little cheek. Whereupon one of those ineffable smiles which are the birthright of Italians lighted the little face, and the small hand was lifted with so captivating a gesture that Blythe, clasping it in her own, dropped on her knees beside the child.“Is it your lit

37、tle girl?” she asked, looking up into the face of the woman, whose marked unlikeness to the child was answer enough.“No, no, Signorina,” the woman protested. “She is my little Signorina.”“And you are taking her to Italy?”“Si, Signorina; alla bella Italia!”Then the lips of the little girl parted with

38、 a still more radiant smile, and she murmured, “Alla bella Italia!”A moment later, Blythe and her companion had passed on and up to the forward 15 deck where, climbing a short ladder to the railing of the “crows nest,” they dropped lightly down into this most novel of elevators. There was a shrill w

39、histle from the boatswain, the waving of white handkerchiefs where Mrs. Halliday and Mr. DeWitt stood, forward of the wheel-house, to watch the start; then the big windlass began to turn, the rope was “paid out,” and the slow, rather creaky journey up the mast had begun.It was a perfect day for the

40、adventure. The ship was not rolling at all, the little motion to be felt being a gentle tilt from stem to stern which manifested itself at long intervals in the slightest imaginable dip of the prow. And presently the ascent was accomplished, and the “crows nest” once more clung in its accustomed pla

41、ce against the mast,forty feet up in the air, according to Mr. Greys reckoning.As they looked across the great sea the horizon seemed to have receded to an incalculable distance, and the airs that came to them across that broad expanse, unsullied by the faintest trace of man or his 16 works, were pu

42、rer than are often vouchsafed to mortals. Blythe felt her heart grow big with the sense of space and purity, and this wonderful swift passage through the upper air. Involuntarily she took off her hat to get the full sweep of the breeze upon her forehead.Suddenly, a new sound reached her ear,a small,

43、 remote, confidential kind of voice, that seemed to arrive from nowhere in particular.“Its the Captain, hailing us through his megaphone,” her companion remarked; and, glancing down, far down, in the direction of the bridge, Blythe beheld the Captain, looking curiously attenuated in the unusual pers

44、pective, standing with a gigantic object resembling a cornucopia raised to his lips.“You like it vare you are?” quoth the uncanny voice, not loud, but startlingly near.And Blythe nodded her head and waved her hat in vigorous assent.The great ship stretched long and narrow astern, the main deck shut

45、in with 17 awnings through which the huge smokestacks rose, and the wide-mouthed ventilators crooked their necks. Along either outer edge of the awnings a line of lifeboats showed, tied fast in their high-springing davits, while from the mouth of the yellow ships-funnels black masses of smoke floate

46、d slowly and heavily astern. The Lorelei swam the water like a wonderful white aquatic bird, leaving upon the quiet sea a long snowy track of foam.On a line with their lofty perch a sailor swung spider-like among the network of sheets and halyards that clung about the mainmast, its meshes clearly de

47、fined against the pure blue of the sky, while below there, on the bridge, the big brass nautical instruments gleamed, and the caps of the Captain and his lieutenants showed white in the sun. As Blythe glanced down and away from this stirring outlook, she could just distinguish among the dark figures

48、 of the steerage the small white face of the child upturned toward the sky; and again a sharp pang took her, a feeling that the little creature did not 18 belong among those rough men and women. No wonder that the beautiful Italian eyes always sought the sky; it was their only refuge from sordid sights.“I suppose the woman meant that the child was her little mistress; did she not?” Blythe asked abruptly.“That was what I understood.”“Its probably a romance; dont you think so?” and Blythe felt that she was applying to a high authority for information on such a head.“Looks like it,” the great