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1、【国外英文文学】Further Adventures of LadFurther Adventures of Ladby Albert Payson Terhune FOREWORDSunnybank Lad won a million friends through my book, LAD: A DOG; and through the Lad-anecdotes in Buff: A Collie. These books themselves were in no sense great. But Laddie was great in every sense; and his lif

2、e-story could not be marred, past interest, by my clumsy way of telling it.People have written in gratifying numbers asking for more stories about Lad. More than seventeen hundred visitors have come all the way to Sunnybank to see his grave. So I wrote the collection of tales which are now included

3、in Further Adventures of Lad. Most of them appeared, in condensed form, in the Ladies Home Journal.Very much, I hope you may like them.ALBERT PAYSON TERHUNE Sunnybank Pompton Lakes, New JerseyFURTHER ADVENTURES OF LADCHAPTER I. The Coming Of LadIn the mile-away village of Hampton, there had been a v

4、eritable epidemic of burglaries-ranging from the theft of a brand-new ash-can from the steps of the Methodist chapel to the ravaging of Mrs. Blauvelts whole lineful of clothes, on a washday dusk.Up the Valley and down it, from Tuxedo to Ridgewood, there had been a half-score robberies of a very diff

5、erent order-depredations wrought, manifestly, by professionals; thieves whose motor cars served the twentieth century purpose of such historic steeds as Dick Turpins Black Bess and Jack Shepards Ranter. These thefts were in the line of jewelry and the like; and were as daringly wrought as were the m

6、odest local operators raids on ash-can and laundry.It is the easiest thing in the world to stir humankinds ever- tense burglar-nerves into hysterical jangling. In house after house, for miles of the peaceful North Jersey region, old pistols were cleaned and loaded; window fastenings and doorlocks we

7、re inspected and new hiding-places found for portable family treasures.Across the lake from the village, and down the Valley from a dozen country homes, seeped the tide of precautions. And it swirled at last around the Place,-a thirty-acre homestead, isolated and sweet, whose grounds ran from highwa

8、y to lake; and whose wistaria-clad gray house drowsed among big oaks midway between road and water; a furlong or more distant from either.The Places family dog,-a pointer,-had died, rich in years and honor. And the new peril of burglary made it highly needful to choose a successor for him.The Master

9、 talked of buying a whalebone-and-steel-and-snow bull terrier, or a more formidable if more greedy Great Dane. But the Mistress wanted a collie. So they compromised by getting the collie.He reached the Place in a crampy and smelly crate; preceded by a long envelope containing an intricate and imposi

10、ng pedigree. The burglary-preventing problem seemed solved.But when the crate was opened and its occupant stepped gravely forth, on the Places veranda, the problem was revived.All the Master and the Mistress had known about the newcomer,-apart from his price and lofty lineage,-was that his breeder h

11、ad named him Lad.From these meager facts they had somehow built up a picture of a huge and grimly ferocious animal that should be a terror to all intruders and that might in time be induced to make friends with the Places vouched-for occupants. In view of this, they had had a stout kennel made and t

12、o it they had affixed with double staples a chain strong enough to restrain a bull.(It may as well be said here that never in all the sixteen years of his beautiful life did Lad occupy that or any other kennel nor wear that or any other chain.)Even the crate which brought the new dog to the Place fa

13、iled somehow to destroy the illusion of size and fierceness. But, the moment the crate door was opened the delusion was wrecked by Lad himself.Out on to the porch he walked. The ramshackle crate behind him had a ridiculous air of a chrysalis from which some bright thing had departed. For a shaft of

14、sunlight was shimmering athwart the veranda floor. And into the middle of the warm bar of radiance Laddie stepped,-and stood.His fluffy puppy-coat of wavy mahogany-and-white caught a million sunbeams, reflecting them back in tawny-orange glints and in a dazzle as of snow. His forepaws were absurdly

15、small, even for a puppys. Above them the ridging of the stocky leg-bones gave as clear promise of mighty size and strength as did the amazingly deep little chest and square shoulders.Here one day would stand a giant among dogs, powerful as a timber-wolf, lithe as a cat, as dangerous to foes as an an

16、gry tiger; a dog without fear or treachery; a dog of uncanny brain and great lovingly loyal heart and, withal, a dancing sense of fun. A dog with a soul.All this, any canine physiologist might have read from the compact frame, the proud head-carriage, the smolder in the deep-set sorrowful dark eyes.

17、 To the casual observer, he was but a beautiful and appealing and wonderfully cuddleable bunch of puppyhood.Lads dark eyes swept the porch, the soft swelling green of the lawn, the flash of fire-blue lake among the trees below. Then, he deigned to look at the group of humans at one side of him. Grav

18、ely, impersonally, he surveyed them; not at all cowed or strange in his new surroundings; courteously inquisitive as to the twist of luck that had set him down here and as to the people who, presumably, were to be his future companions.Perhaps the stout little heart quivered just a bit, if memory we

19、nt back to his home kennel and to the rowdy throng of brothers and sisters and most of all, to the soft furry mother against whose side he had nestled every night since he was born. But if so, Lad was too valiant to show homesickness by so much as a whimper. And, assuredly, this House of Peace was i

20、nfinitely better than the miserable crate wherein he had spent twenty horrible and jouncing and smelly and noisy hours.From one to another of the group strayed the level sorrowful gaze. After the swift inspection, Laddies eyes rested again on the Mistress. For an instant, he stood, looking at her, i

21、n that mildly polite curiosity which held no hint of personal interest.Then, all at once, his plumy tail began to wave. Into his sad eyes sprang a flicker of warm friendliness. Unbidden-oblivious of everyone else he trotted across to where the Mistress sat. He put one tiny white paw in her lap; and

22、stood thus, looking up lovingly into her face, tail awag, eyes shining.Theres no question whose dog hes going to be, laughed the Master. Hes elected you,-by acclamation.The Mistress caught up into her arms the halfgrown youngster, petting his silken head, running her white fingers through his shinin

23、g mahogany coat; making crooning little friendly noises to him.Lad forgot he was a dignified and stately pocket-edition of a collie. Under this spell, he changed in a second to an excessively loving and nestling and adoring puppy.Just the same, interposed the Master, weve been stung. I wanted a dog

24、to guard the Place and to be a menace to burglars and all that sort of thing. And theyve sent us a Teddy-Bear. I think Ill ship him back and get a grown one. What sort of use is-?He is going to be all those things, eagerly prophesied the Mistress. And a hundred more. See how he loves to have me pet

25、him! And, look-hes learned, already, to shake hands; and-Fine! applauded the Master. So when it comes our turn to be visited by this motor-Raffles, the puppy will shake hands with him, and register love of petting; and the burly marauder will be so touched by Lads friendliness that hell not only spa

26、re our house but lead an upright life ever after. I-Dont send him back! she pleaded. Hell grow up, soon, and-And if only the courteous burglars will wait till hes a couple of years old, suggested the Master, he-Set gently on the floor by the Mistress, Laddie had crossed to where the Master stood. Th

27、e man, glancing down, met the puppys gaze. For an instant he scowled at the miniature watchdog, so ludicrously different from the ferocious brute he had expected. Then,-for some queer reason,-he stooped and ran his hand roughly over the tawny coat, letting it rest at last on the shapely head that di

28、d not flinch or wriggle at his touch.All right, be decreed. Let him stay. Hell be an amusing pet for you, anyhow. And his eye has the true thoroughbred expression,-the look of eagles. He may amount to something after all. Let him stay. Well take a chance on burglars.So it was that Lad came to the Pl

29、ace. So it was that he demanded and received due welcome which was ever Lads way. The Master had been right about the pups proving an amusing pet, for the Mistress. From that first hour, Lad was never willingly out of her sight. He had adopted her. The Master, too,-in only a little lesser wholeheart

30、edness,-he adopted. Toward the rest of the world, from the first, he was friendly but more or less indifferent.Almost at once, his owners noted an odd trait in the dogs nature. He would of course get into any or all of the thousand mischief-scrapes which are the heritage of puppies. But, a single re

31、proof was enough to cure him forever of the particular form of mischief which had just been chidden. He was one of those rare dogs that learn the Law by instinct; and that remember for all time a command or a prohibition once given them.For example:-On his second day at the Place, he made a furious

32、rush at a neurotic mother hen and her golden convoy of chicks. The Mistress,-luckily for all concerned,-was within call. At her sharp summons the puppy wheeled, midway in his charge, and trotted back to her. Severely, yet trying not to laugh at his worried aspect, she scolded Lad for his misdeed.An

33、hour later, as Lad was scampering ahead of her, past the stables, they rounded a corner and came flush upon the same nerve-wrecked hen and her brood. Lad halted in his scamper, with a suddenness that made him skid. Then, walking as though on eggs, he made an idiotically wide circle about the feather

34、ed dam and her silly chicks. Never thereafter did he assail any of the Places fowls.It was the same, when he sprang up merrily at a line of laundry, flapping in alluring invitation from the drying ground lines. A single word of rebuke,-and thenceforth the family wash was safe from him.And so on with

35、 the myriad perplexing Donts which spatter the career of a fun-loving collie pup. Versed in the patience-fraying ways of pups in general, the Mistress and the Master marveled and bragged and praised.All day and every day, life was a delight to the little dog. He had friends everywhere, willing to ro

36、mp with him. He had squirrels to chase, among the oaks. He had the lake to splash ecstatically in: He had all he wanted to eat; and he had all the petting his hungry little heart could crave.He was even allowed, with certain restrictions, to come into the mysterious house itself. Nor, after one defi

37、ant bark at a leopard-skin rug, did he molest anything therein. In the house, too, he found a genuine cave:-a wonderful place to lie and watch the world at large, and to stay cool in and to pretend he was a wolf. The cave was the deep space beneath the piano in the music room. It seemed to have a pe

38、culiar charm to Lad. To the end of his days, by the way, this cave was his chosen resting place. Nor, in his lifetime, did any other dog set foot therein.So much for all day and every day. But the nights were different.Lad hated the nights. In the first place, everybody went to bed and left him alon

39、e. In the second, his hard-hearted owners made him sleep on a fluffy rug in a corner of the veranda instead of in his delectable piano-cave. Moreover, there was no food at night. And there was nobody to play with or to go for walks with or to listen to. There was nothing but gloom and silence and du

40、llness. When a puppy takes fifty cat-naps in the course of the day, he cannot always be expected to sleep the night through. It is too much to ask. And Lads waking hours at night were times of desolation and of utter boredom. True, he might have consoled himself, as does many a lesser pup, with voic

41、ing his woes in a series of melancholy howls. That, in time, would have drawn plenty of human attention to the lonely youngster; even if the attention were not wholly flattering.But Lad did not belong to the howling type. When he was unhappy, he waxed silent. And his sorrowful eyes took on a deeper

42、woe. By the way, if there is anything more sorrowful than the eyes of a collie pup that has never known sorrow, I have yet to see it.No, Lad could not howl. And he could not hunt for squirrels. For these enemies of his were not content with the unsportsmanliness of climbing out of his reach in the d

43、aytime, when he chased them; but they added to their sins by joining the rest of the world,-except Lad,-in sleeping all night. Even the lake that was so friendly by day was a chilly and forbidding playfellow on the cool North Jersey nights.There was nothing for a poor lonely pup to do but stretch ou

44、t on his rug and stare in unhappy silence up the driveway, in the impossible hope that someone might happen along through the darkness to play with him.At such an hour and in such lonesomeness, Lad would gladly have tossed aside all prejudices of caste,-and all his natural dislikes, and would have f

45、rolicked in mad joy with the veriest stranger. Anything was better than this drear solitude throughout the million hours before the first of the maids should be stirring or the first of the farmhands report for work. Yes, night was a disgusting time; and it had not one single redeeming trait for the

46、 puppy.Lad was not even consoled by the knowledge that he was guarding the slumbrous house. He was not guarding it. He had not the very remotest idea what it meant to be a watchdog. In all his five months he had never learned that there is unfriendliness in the world; or that there is anything to gu

47、ard a house against.True, it was instinctive with him to bark when People came down the drive, or appeared at the gates without warning. But more than once the Master had bidden him be silent when a rackety Puppy salvo of barking had broken in on the arrival of some guest. And Lad was still in perpl

48、exed doubt as to whether barking was something forbidden or merely limited.One night,-a solemn, black, breathless August night, when half-visible heat lightning turned the murk of the western horizon to pulses of dirty sulphur, Lad awoke from a fitful dream of chasing squirrels which had never learned to climb.He sat up on his rug, blinking around through the gloom in the half hope that some of those non-climbing squirrels might still be in sight. As they were not, he sighed unhappily and prepared to lay his classic young head back again on the