现代大学英语精读4Unit2SpringSowing原文Word文件下载.docx
《现代大学英语精读4Unit2SpringSowing原文Word文件下载.docx》由会员分享,可在线阅读,更多相关《现代大学英语精读4Unit2SpringSowing原文Word文件下载.docx(5页珍藏版)》请在冰豆网上搜索。
Aren'
tweboastfulthisearlyhourofthemorning?
MaybeI'
llwaittillsunsettoseewhatkindofamanIhavegot."
Theworkbegan.Martinmeasuredthegroundbythesouthernfenceforthefirstridge,astripofgroundfourfeetwide,andheplacedthelinealongtheedgeandpeggeditateachend.Thenhespreadfreshseaweedoverthestrip.Maryfilledherapronwithseedsandbegantolaytheminrows.Whenshewasalittledistancedowntheridge,Martinadvancedwithhisspadetothehead,eagertocommence.
NowinthenameofGod,"
hecried,spittingonhispalms,"
letusraisethefirstsod!
Oh,Martin,waittillI'
mwithyou!
criedMary,droppingherseedsontheridgeandrunninguptohim.Herfingersoutsideherwoolenmittenswerenumbwiththecold,andshecouldn'
twipetheminherapron.Hercheeksseemedtobeonfire.SheputanarmroundMartin'
swaistandstoodlookingatthegreensodhisspadewasgoingtocut,withtheexcitementofalittlechild.
NowforGod'
ssake,girl,keepback!
saidMartingruffly."
Supposeanybodysawuslikethisinthefieldofourspringsowing,whatwouldtheytakeusforbutapairofuseless,soft,empty-headedpeoplethatwouldbesuretodieofhunger?
Huh!
Hespokeveryrapidly,andhiseyeswerefixedonthegroundbeforehm.Hiseyeshadawild,eagerlightinthemasifsomeprimevalimpulsewereburningwithinhisbrainanddrivingouteveryotherdesirebutthatofassertinghismanhoodandofsubjugatingtheearth.
Oh,whatdowecarewhoislooking?
saidMary;
butshedrewbackatthesametimeandgazeddistantlyattheground.ThenMartincutthesod,andpressingthespadedeepintotheearthwithhisfoot,heturnedupthefirstsodwithacrunchingsoundasthegrassrootsweredraggedoutoftheearth.Marysighedandwalkedbackhurriedlytoherseedswithfurrowedbrows.Shepickedupherseedsandbegantospreadthemrapidlytodriveoutthesuddenterrorthathadseizedheratthatmomentwhenshesawthefierce,hardlookinherhusband'
seyesthatwereunconsciousofherpresence.Shebecamesuddenlyafraidofthatpitiless,cruelearth,thepeasant'
sslavemasterthatwouldkeepherchainedtohardworkandpovertyallherlifeuntilshewouldsinkagainintoitsbosom.Hershort-livedlovewasgone.Henceforthshewasonlyherhusband'
shelpertotilltheearth.AndMartin,absolutelywithoutthought,workedfuriously,coveringtheridgewithblockearth,hissharpspadegleamingwhiteashewhirleditsidewaystobeatthesods.
Then,asthesunrose,thelittlevalleybeneaththeivy-coveredhillsbecamedottedwithwhiteshirts,andeverywheremenworkedmadly,withoutspeaking,andwomenspreadseeds.Therewasnoheatinthelightofthesun,andtherewasasharpnessinthestillthinairthatmadethemenjumpontheirspadehaltsferociouslyandbeatthesodsasiftheywerelivingenemies.Birdshoppedsilentlybeforethespades,withtheirheadscockedsideways,watchingforworms.Madebravebyhunger,theyoftendashedunderthespadestosecuretheirfood.
Then,whenthesunreachedacertainpoint,allthewomenwentbacktothevillagetogetdinnerfortheirmen,andthemenworkedonwithoutstopping.Thenthewomenreturned,almostrunning,eachcarryingatincanwithaflanneltiedarounditandalittlebundletiedwithawhitecloth,MartinthrewdownhisspadewhenMaryarrivedbackinthefield.Smilingatoneanothertheysatunderthehillfortheirmeal.Itwasthesameastheirbreakfast,teaandbreadandbutter.
Ah,"
saidMartin,whenhehadtakenalongdraughtofteaformhismug,"
isthereanythinginthisworldasfineaseatingdinneroutintheopenlikethisafterdoingagoodmorning'
swork?
There,Ihavedonetworidgesandahalf.That'
smorethananymaninthevillagecoulddo.Ha!
Andhelookedathiswifeproudly.
Yes,isn'
titlovely,"
saidMary,lookingatthebackridgeswistfully.Shewasjustmunchingherbreadandbutter.Thehurriedtriptothevillageandthetroubleofgettingtheteareadyhadrobbedherofherappetite.Shehadtokeepblowingattheturffirewiththerimofherskirt,andthesmokenearlyblindedher.Butnow,sittingonthatgrassyknoll,withthevalleyallroundglisteningwithfreshseaweedandalightsmokerisingfromthefreshlyturnedearth,astrangejoysweptoverher.Itoverpoweredthatotherfellingofdreadthathadbeenwithherduringthemorning.
Martinateheartily,revelinginhisgreatthirstandhisgreathunger,witheveryporeofhisbodyopentothepureair.Andhelookedaroundathisneighbors'
fieldsboastfully,comparingthemwithhisown.Thenhelookedathiswife'
slittleroundblackheadandfeltveryproudofhavingherashisown.Heleanedbackonhiselbowandtookherhandinhis.Shylyandinsilence,notknowingwhattosayandashamedoftheirgentlefeelings,theyfinishedeatingandstillsathandinhandlookingawayintothedistance.Everywherethesowerswererestingonlittleknolls,men,womenandchildrensittinginsilence.Andthegreatcalmofnatureinspringfilledtheatmospherearoundthem.Everythingseemedtositstillandwaituntilmiddayhadpassed.Onlythegleamingsunchasedwestwardsatamightypace,inandoutthroughwhiteclouds.
Theninadistantfieldanoldmangotup,tookhisspadeandbegantocleantheearthfromitwithapieceofstone.Theraspingnoisecarriedalongwayinthesilence.Thatwasthesignalforageneralrisingallalongthelittlevalley.Youngmenstretchedthemselvesandyawned.Theywalkedslowlybacktotheirridges.
Martin'
sbackandhiswristsweregettingsore,andMaryfeltthatifshestoopedagainoverherseedsherneckwouldbreak,butneithersaidanythingandsoontheyhadforgottentheirtirednessinthemechanicalmovementoftheirbodies.Thestrongsmelloftheupturnedearthactedlikeadrugontheirnerves.
Intheafternoon,whenthesunwasstrongest,theoldmenofthevillagecameouttolookattheirpeoplesowing.Martin'
sgrandfather,almostbentdoubleoverhisthickstickstoppedinthelandoutsidethefieldandgroaningloudly,heleanedoverthefence.
“Godblessthework,"
hecalledwheezily.
Andyou,grandfather,"
repliedthecoupletogether,buttheydidnotstopworking.
'
Ha!
mutteredtheoldmantohimself."
Hesowswellandthatwomanisgoodtoo.Theyarebeginningwell."
ItwasfiftyyearssincehehadbegunwithhisMary,fullofhopeandpride,andthe
mercilesssoilhadhuggedthemtoitsbosomeversince,eachspringwithoutrest.Today,theoldman,withhishugerednoseandthespottedhandkerchieftiedaroundhisskullunderhisblacksoftfelthat,watchedhisgrandsonworkandgavehimadvice.
Don'
tcutyoursodssolong,"
hewouldwheeze,"
youareputtingtoomuchsoilonyour
ridge."
Ahwoman!
Don'
tplantaseedsoneartheedge.Thestalkwillcomeoutsideways."
Andtheypaidnoheedtohim.
grumbledtheoldman,"
inmyyoungdays,whenmenworkedfrommorningtillnightwithouttastingfood,betterworkwasdone.Butofcourseitcan'
tbeexpectedtobethesamenow.Thebreedisgettingweaker.Soitis."
Thenhebegantocoughinhischestandhobbledawaytoanotherfieldwherehisson
Michaelwasworking.
BysundownMartinhadfiveridgesfinished.Hethrewdownhisspadeandstretchedhimself.Allhisbonesachedandhewantedtoliedownandrest."
It'
stimetobegoinghome,Mary,"
hesaid.
Marystraightenedherself,butshewastootiredtoreply.ShelookedatMartinwearilyanditseemedtoherthatitwasagreatmanyyearssincetheyhadsetoutthatmorning.Thenshethoughtofthejourneyhomeandthetroubleoffeedingthepigs,puttingthefowlsintotheircoopsandgettingthesupperready,andamomentaryflashofrebellionagainsttheslaveryofbeingapeasant'
swifecrossedhermind.Itpassedinamoment.Martinwassaying,ashedressedhimself:
Ithasbeenagoodday'
swork.Fiveridgesdone,andeachoneofthemasstraightasasteelrod.ByGodMary,it'
snoboastingtosaythatyoumightwellbeproudofbeingthewifeofMartinDelaney.Andthat'
snotsayingthewholeofit,mygirl.YoudidyoursharebetterthananywomaninInveraracoulddoitthisblessedday."
Theystoodforafewmomentsinsilence,lookingattheworktheyhaddone.AllherdissatisfactionandwearinessvanishedformMary'
smindwiththedeliciousfeelingofcomfortthatovercameherathavingdonethisworkwithherhusband.Theyhaddoneittogether.Theyhadplantedseedsintheearth.Thenextdayandthenextandalltheirlives,whenspringcametheywouldhavetobendtheirbacksanddoituntiltheirhandsandbonesgottwistedwithrheumatism.Butnightwouldalwaysbringsleepandforgetfulness.
Astheywalkedhomeslowly,Martinwalkedinfrontwithanotherpeasanttalkingaboutthesowing,andMarywalkedbehind,withhereyesontheground,thinking.Cowswerelowingatadistance.