First mate Jack Paul, his fortune of one thousand pounds safe in the strong-boxes of the Kingston bank, sallies forth15 to look for a ship. He decides to go passenger, for the sake of seeing what it is like, and his first thought is to visit his brother William by the Rappahannock. This fraternal venture he forbears, when he discovers Kingston to be in the clutch of that saffron terror the yellow fever. Little is being locally said of the epidemic16, for the town is fearful of frightening away its commerce. The Kingston heart, like most human hearts, thinks more of its own gold than of the lives of other men. Wherefore Kingston is sedulous17 to hide the plague in its midst, lest word go abroad on blue water and drive away the ships.
First mate Jack Paul becomes aware of Kingston for the death-trap it is before he is ashore two days. It is the suspicious multitude of funerals thronging18 the sun-baked streets, that gives him word. And yet the grewsome situation owns no peculiar19 threat for him, since he has sailed these blistering20 latitudes21 so often and so much that he may call himself immune. For him, the disastrous22 side is that, despite the Kingston efforts at concealment23, a plague-whisper drifted out to sea, and as a cautious consequence the Kingston shipping24 has dwindled25 to be nothing. This scarcity26 of ships vastly interferes27 with that chance of a passage home.
“The first craft, outward bound for England, shall do,” thinks first mate Jack Paul. “As to William, I’ll defer28 my visit until I may go ashore to him without bringing the yellow jack upon half Virginia.”
While waiting for that home-bound ship, first mate Jack Paul goes upon a pilgrimage of respect to the tomb of Admiral Benbow. That sea-wolf lies buried in the parish chapel-yard in King Street.
As first mate Jack Paul leaves the little burying-ground, he runs foul29 of a polite adventure which, in its final expression, will have effect upon his destiny. His aid is enlisted30 in favor of a lady in trouble.
The troubled lady, fat, florid and forty, is being conveyed along King Street in her ketureen, a sort of sedan chair on two wheels, drawn31 by a half-broken English horse. The horse, excited by a funeral procession of dancing, singing, shouting blacks, capsizes the ketureen, and the fat, florid one is decanted32 upon the curb33 at the feet of first mate Jack Paul. Alive to what is Christian34 in the way of duty, he raises the florid, fat decanted one, and congratulates her upon having suffered no harm.
The ketureen is restored to an even keel. The fat, florid one boards it, though not before she invites first mate Jack Paul to dinner. Being idle, lonesome, and hungry for English dishes, he accepts, and accompanies the fat, florid one in the dual35 guise36 of guest and bodyguard37.
Sir Holman Hardy38, husband to the fat, florid one, is as fatly florid as his spouse39. Incidentally he is in command of what British soldiers are stationed at Kingston. The fat, florid one presents first mate Jack Paul to her Hector, tells the tale of the rescue, and thereupon the three go in to dinner. Later, first mate Jack Paul and his host smoke in the deep veranda40, where, during the cool of the evening, Sir Holman drinks sangaree, and first mate Jack Paul drinks Madeira. Also Sir Holman inveighs41 against the Horse Guards for consigning42 him to such a pit of Tophet as is Kingston.
Between sangaree and maledictions levelled at the Horse Guards, Sir Holman gives first mate Jack Paul word of a brig, the King George’s Packet, out of China for Kingston with tea, which he looks for every day. Discharging its tea, the King George’s Packet will load with rum for Whitehaven; and Sir Holman declares that first mate Jack Paul shall sail therein, a passenger-guest, for home. Sir Holman is able to promise this, since the fat, florid rescued one is the child of Shipowner Donald of Donald, Currie & Beck, owners of the King George’s Packet.
“Which makes me,” expounds43 Sir Holman, his nose in the sangaree, “a kind of son-in-law to the brig itself.”
He grumblingly44 intimates—he is far gone in sangaree at the time—that a fleet of just such sea-trinkets as the King George’s Packet, so far as he has experimented with the marital45 condition, constitutes the one redeeming46 feature of wedlock47.
“And so,” concludes the excellent Sir Holman, “you’re to go home with the rum, guest of the ship itself; and the thing I could weep over is that I cannot send my kit48 aboard and sail with you.”
Two days go by, and the King George’s Packet is sighted off Port Royal; twenty-four hours later its master, Captain Macadam—-a Solway man—is drinking Sir Holman’s sangaree. Making good his word, Sir Holman sends for first mate Jack Paul, and that business of going passenger to Whitehaven is adjusted.
“True!” observes Captain Macadam, when he understands—“true, the George isn’t fitted up for passengers. But”—turning to first mate Jack Paul—“you’ll no mind; bein’ a seaman yours eh?”
“More than that, Captain,” breaks in Sir Holman, “since the port is reeling full of yellow jack, some of your people might take it to sea with them. Should aught go wrong, now, why here is your passenger, a finished sailorman, to give you a lift.”
Captain Macadam’s face has been tanned like leather. None the less, as he hears the above the mahogany hue49 thereof lapses50 into a pasty, piecrust color. Plainly that word yellow jack fills his soul with fear. He mentions the wearisome fact to first mate Jack Paul, as he and that young gentleman, after their cigars and sangaree with Sir Holman, are making a midnight wake for the change house whereat they have bespoken51 beds.
“It’s no kindly,” complains Captain Macadam, “for Sir Holman to let me run my brig blindfold52 into sic a snare53. But then he has a fourth share in the tea, and another in the rum; and so, for his profit like, he lets me tak’ my chances. He’d stude better wi’ God on high I’m thinkin’, if he’d let his profit gone by, and just had a pilot boat standin’ off and on at Port Royal, to gi’ me the wink54 to go wide. I could ha’ taken the tea to New York weel enou’. But bein’ I’m here,” concludes the disturbed Captain, appealing to first mate Jack Paul, “what would ye advise?”
“To get your tea ashore and your rum aboard as fast as you may.”
“Ay! that’ll about be the weesdom of it!”
Captain Macadam can talk of nothing but yellow jack all the way to the change house.
“It’s the first time I was ever in these watters,” he explains apologetically, “and now I can smell fever in the air! Ay! the hond o’ death is on these islands! Be ye no afeard, mon?”
First mate Jack Paul says that he is not. Also he is a trifle irritated at the alarm of the timorous55 Captain Macadam.
“That’ll just be your youth now!” observes the timorous one. “Ye’re no old enou’ to grasp the responsibeelities.”
At four in the morning Captain Macadam comes into first mate Jack Paul’s room at the change house. He is clad in his linen56 sleeping suit, and his teeth are chattering57 a little.
“It’s the bein’ ashore makes my teeth drum,” he vouchsafes58. “But what I wushed to ask ye, lad, is d’ye believe in fortunes? No? Weel, then, neither do I; only I remembered like that lang syne59 a wierd warlock sort o’ body tells me in the port o’ Leith, that I’m to meet my death in the West Injies. It’s the first time, as I was tellin’ ye, that ever I comes pokin’ my snout amang these islands; and losh! I believe that warlock chiel was right. I’ve come for my death sure.”
Captain Macadam promises his crew’ double grog and double wages, and works night and day lightering his tea ashore, and getting his rum casks into the King George’s Packet. Then he calls a pilot, and, with a four-knot breeze behind him, worms his way along the narrow, corkscrew channel, until he finds himself in open water.
Then the pilot goes over the side, and Captain Macadam takes the brig. He casts an anxious eye astern at Port Royal, four miles away.
“I’ll no feel safe,” says he, “while yon Satan’s nest is under my quarter. And afterward60 I’ll no feel safe neither. How many days, mon, is a victeem to stand by and look for symptoms?”
First mate Jack Paul, to whom the query61 is put, gives it as his opinion that, if they have yellow fever aboard, it will make its appearance within the week.
“Weel that’s a mercy ony way!” says Captain Macadam with a sigh.
There are, besides first mate Jack Paul, and the Captain with his two officers, twelve seamen62 and the cook—seventeen souls in all—aboard the King George’s Packet as, north by east, it crawls away from Port Royal. For four days the winds hold light but fair. Then come head winds, and the brig finds itself making long tacks63 to and fro in the Windward Passage, somewhere between Cape64 Mazie and the Mole65 St. Nicholas.
“D’ye see, mon!” cries Captain Macadam, whose fears have increased, not diminished, since he last saw the Jamaica lights. “The vera weather seeks to keep us in this trap! I’ll no be feelin’ ower weel neither, let me tell ye!”
First mate Jack Paul informs the alarmed Captain that to fear the fever is to invite it.
“I’m no afeard, mon,” returns Captain Macadam, with a groan66, “I’m just impressed.”
The timidities of the Captain creep among the mates and crew; forward and aft the feeling is one of terror. The King George’s Packet becomes a vessel67 of gloom. There are no songs, no whistling for a wind. Even the cook’s fiddle68 is silent, and the galley69 grows as melancholy70 as the forecastle.
It is eight bells in the afternoon of the fourth day, when the man at the wheel calls to Captain Macadam. He tosses his thumb astern.
“Look there!” says he.
Captain Macadam peers over the rail, and counts eleven huge sharks. The monsters are following the brig. Also, they seem in an ugly mood, since ever and anon they dash at one another ferociously71.
“It’ll be a sign!” whispers Captain Macadam. Then he counts them. “There’ll be ‘leven o’ them,” says he; “and that means we’re ‘leven to die!” After this he dives below, and takes to the bottle.
Bleared of eye, shaken of hand, Captain Macadam on the fifth morning finds first mate Jack Paul on the after deck. The eleven sharks are still sculling sullenly72 along in the slow wake of the wind-bound brig.
“Be they there yet?” asks Captain Macadam, looking over the stern with a ghastly grin. Then answering his own query: “Ay! they’ll be there—the ‘leven of ‘em!”
First mate Jack Paul, observing their daunting73 effect on the over-harrowed nerves of Captain Macadam, is for having up his pistols to take a shot at the sharks; but he is stayed by the other.
“They’ll be sent,” says Captain Macadam; “it’ll no do to slay74 ‘em, mon! But losh! ain’t a sherk a fearfu’ feesli?” Then, seeing his hand shake on the brig’s rail: “It’s the rum. And that’s no gude omen75, me takin’ to the rum; for I’m not preeceesely what you’d ca’ a drinkin’ body.”
Two hours later Captain Macadam issues from his cabin and seeks first mate Jack Paul, where the latter is sitting in the shade of the main sail.
“Mon, look at me!” he cries. “D’ye no see? I tell ye, Death has found me oot on the deep watters!”
The single glance assures first mate Jack Paul that Captain Macadam is right. His eyes are congested and ferrety; his face is flushed. Even while first mate Jack Paul looks, he sees the skin turn yellow as a lemon. He thumbs the sick man’s wrist; the pulse is thumping76 like a trip-hammer. Also, the dry, fevered skin shows an abnormal temperature.
“Your tongue!” says first mate Jack Paul; for he has a working knowledge of yellow jack.
It is but piling evidence upon evidence; the tongue is the color of liver. Three hours later, the doomed77 man is delirious78. Then the fever gives way to a chill; presently he goes raving79 his way into eternity80, and the King George’s Packet loses its Captain.
First mate Jack Paul sews the dead skipper in a hammock with his own fingers; since, mates, crew and cook, not another will bear a hand. When the hammock sewing is over, the cook aids in bringing the corpse81 on deck. As the body slips from the grating into the sea, a thirty-two pound shot at the heels, the cook laughs overboard at the sharks, still hanging, like hounds upon a scent82, to the brig’s wake.
“Ye’ll have to dive for the skipper, lads!” sings out the cook.
Offended by this ribaldry, first mate Jack Paul is on the brink83 of striking the cook down with a belaying pin. For his own nerves are a-jangle, and that misplaced merriment rasps. It is the look in the man’s face which stays his hand.
“Ye’ll be right!” cries the cook, as though replying to something in the eye of first mate Jack Paul. “Don’t I know it? It is I who’ll follow the skipper! I’ll just go sew my own hammock, and have it ready, shot and all.”
As the cook starts for the galley, a maniac84 yell is heard from the forecastle. At that, he pauses, sloping his ear to listen.
“I’ll have company,” says he.
First the cook; then the mates; then seven of the crew. One after the other, they follow a thirty-two pound shot over the side; for after the Captain’s death the sailors lose their horror of the plague-killed ones, and sew them up and slip them into the sea as readily as though they are bags of bran. The worst is that a fashion of dull panic takes them, and they refuse their duty. There is no one to command, they say; and, since there can be no commands, there can be no duty. With that they hang moodily85 about the capstan, or sulk in their bunks86 below.
First mate Jack Paul takes the wheel, rather than leave the King George’s Packet to con5 itself across the ocean. As he is standing87 at the wheel trying to make a plan to save the brig and himself, he observes a sailor blundering aft. The man dives below, and the next moment, through the open skylights, first mate Jack Paul hears him rummaging88 the Captain’s cabin. In a trice, he lashes89 the wheel, and slips below on the heels of the sailor. As he surmises90, the man is at the rum. Without word spoken, he knocks the would-be rum guzzler91 over, and then kicks him up the companion way to the deck.
Pausing only to stick a couple of pistols in his belt, first mate Jack Paul follows that kicked seaman with a taste for rum. He walks first to the wheel. The wind is steady and light; for the moment the brig will mind itself. Through some impulse he glances over the stern; the sharks are gone. This gives him a thought; he will use the going of the sharks to coax92 the men.
The five are grouped about the capstan, the one who was struck is bleeding like tragedy. First mate Jack Paul makes them a little speech.
“There are no more to die,” says he. “The called-for eleven are dead, and the sharks no longer follow us. That shows the ship free of menace; we’re all to see England again. And now, mates”—there is that in the tone which makes the five look up—“I’ve a bit of news. From now, until its anchors are down in Whitehaven basin, I shall command this ship.”
“You?” speaks up a big sailor. “You’re no but a boy!”
“I’m man enough to sail the brig to England, and make you work like a dog, you swab!” The look in the eye of first mate Jack Paul, makes the capstan quintette uneasy. He goes on: “Come, my hearties93, which shall it be? Sudden death? or you to do your duty by brig and owners? For, as sure as ever I saw the Solway, the first who doesn’t jump to my order, I’ll plant a brace94 of bullets in his belly95!”
And so rebellion ceases; the five come off their gloomings and their grumblings, and spring to their work of sailing the brig. It is labor96 night and day, however, for all aboard; but the winds blow the fever away, the gales97 favor them, one and all they seem to have worn out the evil fortune which dogged them out of Kingston. The King George’s Packet comes safe, at the last of it, into Whitehaven—-first mate Jack Paul and his crew of five looking for the lack of sleep like dead folk walking the decks.
Donald, Currie & Beck pay a grateful salvage98 on brig and cargo to first mate Jack Paul and the five, for bringing home the brig. This puts six hundred pounds into the pockets of first mate Jack Paul, and one-fifth as much into the pockets of each of the five. Then Donald, Currie & Beck have first mate Jack Paul to dinner with the firm.
“We’ve got a ship for ye,” says shipowner Donald, as the wine is being passed. “Ye’re to be Captain.”
“Captain!” repeats first mate Jack Paul. “A ship for me?”
“Who else, then!” returns shipowner Donald. “Ay! it’s the Crantully Castle, four hundred tons, out o’ Plymouth for Bombay. Ye’re to be Captain; besides, ye’re to have a tenth in the cargo. And now if that suits ye, gentlemen”—addressing shipowners Currie & Beck—“let the firm of Donald, Currie & Beck fill up the glasses to the Crantully Castle and its new Captain, Jack Paul.”
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
ashore
|
|
| adv.在(向)岸上，上岸 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
jack
|
|
| n.插座，千斤顶，男人；v.抬起，提醒，扛举；n.（Jake）杰克 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
maritime
|
|
| adj.海的，海事的，航海的，近海的，沿海的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
supervision
|
|
| n.监督，管理 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
con
|
|
| n.反对的观点，反对者，反对票，肺病；vt.精读，学习，默记；adv.反对地，从反面；adj.欺诈的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
virtues
|
|
| 美德( virtue的名词复数 )； 德行； 优点； 长处 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
virtue
|
|
| n.德行，美德；贞操；优点；功效，效力 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
cargo
|
|
| n.(一只船或一架飞机运载的)货物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
quay
|
|
| n.码头，靠岸处 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
bilious
|
|
| adj.胆汁过多的；易怒的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
consignee
|
|
| n.受托者，收件人，代销人；承销人；收货人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
stockade
|
|
| n.栅栏，围栏；v.用栅栏防护 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
plantations
|
|
| n.种植园，大农场( plantation的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
seaman
|
|
| n.海员，水手，水兵 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
forth
|
|
| adv.向前；向外，往外 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
epidemic
|
|
| n.流行病；盛行；adj.流行性的，流传极广的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
sedulous
|
|
| adj.勤勉的，努力的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
thronging
|
|
| v.成群，挤满( throng的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
peculiar
|
|
| adj.古怪的，异常的；特殊的，特有的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
blistering
|
|
| adj.酷热的；猛烈的；使起疱的；可恶的v.起水疱；起气泡；使受暴晒n.[涂料] 起泡 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
latitudes
|
|
| 纬度 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
disastrous
|
|
| adj.灾难性的，造成灾害的；极坏的，很糟的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
concealment
|
|
| n.隐藏, 掩盖，隐瞒 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
shipping
|
|
| n.船运（发货，运输，乘船） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
dwindled
|
|
| v.逐渐变少或变小( dwindle的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
scarcity
|
|
| n.缺乏，不足，萧条 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
interferes
|
|
| vi. 妨碍，冲突，干涉 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
defer
|
|
| vt.推迟，拖延；vi.(to)遵从，听从，服从 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
foul
|
|
| adj.污秽的；邪恶的；v.弄脏；妨害；犯规；n.犯规 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
enlisted
|
|
| adj.应募入伍的v.（使）入伍， （使）参军( enlist的过去式和过去分词 )；获得（帮助或支持） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
drawn
|
|
| v.拖，拉，拔出；adj.憔悴的，紧张的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
decanted
|
|
| v.将（酒等）自瓶中倒入另一容器( decant的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
curb
|
|
| n.场外证券市场，场外交易；vt.制止，抑制 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
Christian
|
|
| adj.基督教徒的；n.基督教徒 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
dual
|
|
| adj.双的；二重的，二元的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
guise
|
|
| n.外表，伪装的姿态 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
bodyguard
|
|
| n.护卫，保镖 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
hardy
|
|
| adj.勇敢的，果断的，吃苦的；耐寒的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
spouse
|
|
| n.配偶(指夫或妻) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
veranda
|
|
| n.走廊；阳台 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
inveighs
|
|
| v.猛烈抨击，痛骂，谩骂( inveigh的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
|
42
consigning
|
|
| v.把…置于（令人不快的境地）( consign的现在分词 )；把…托付给；把…托人代售；丟弃 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
expounds
|
|
| 论述，详细讲解( expound的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
grumblingly
|
|
| 喃喃报怨着，发牢骚着 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
|
45
marital
|
|
| adj.婚姻的，夫妻的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
redeeming
|
|
| 补偿的，弥补的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
wedlock
|
|
| n.婚姻，已婚状态 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
kit
|
|
| n.用具包，成套工具；随身携带物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
hue
|
|
| n.色度；色调；样子 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
lapses
|
|
| n.失误，过失( lapse的名词复数 )；小毛病；行为失检；偏离正道v.退步( lapse的第三人称单数 )；陷入；倒退；丧失 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
bespoken
|
|
| v.预定( bespeak的过去分词 )；订（货）；证明；预先请求 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
blindfold
|
|
| vt.蒙住…的眼睛；adj.盲目的；adv.盲目地；n.蒙眼的绷带[布等]； 障眼物，蒙蔽人的事物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
snare
|
|
| n.陷阱，诱惑，圈套；（去除息肉或者肿瘤的）勒除器；响弦，小军鼓；vt.以陷阱捕获，诱惑 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
wink
|
|
| n.眨眼，使眼色，瞬间；v.眨眼，使眼色，闪烁 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
timorous
|
|
| adj.胆怯的，胆小的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
linen
|
|
| n.亚麻布，亚麻线，亚麻制品；adj.亚麻布制的，亚麻的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
chattering
|
|
| n. （机器振动发出的）咔嗒声，(鸟等)鸣，啁啾 adj. 喋喋不休的，啾啾声的 动词chatter的现在分词形式 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
vouchsafes
|
|
| v.给予，赐予( vouchsafe的第三人称单数 )；允诺 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
|
59
syne
|
|
| adv.自彼时至此时，曾经 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
afterward
|
|
| adv.后来；以后 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
61
query
|
|
| n.疑问，问号，质问；vt.询问，表示怀疑 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
62
seamen
|
|
| n.海员 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
63
tacks
|
|
| 大头钉( tack的名词复数 )； 平头钉； 航向； 方法 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
64
cape
|
|
| n.海角，岬；披肩，短披风 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
65
mole
|
|
| n.胎块；痣；克分子 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
66
groan
|
|
| vi./n.呻吟，抱怨；(发出)呻吟般的声音 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
67
vessel
|
|
| n.船舶；容器，器皿；管，导管，血管 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
68
fiddle
|
|
| n.小提琴；vi.拉提琴；不停拨弄，乱动 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
69
galley
|
|
| n.（飞机或船上的）厨房单层甲板大帆船；军舰舰长用的大划艇； | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
70
melancholy
|
|
| n.忧郁，愁思；adj.令人感伤（沮丧）的，忧郁的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
71
ferociously
|
|
| 野蛮地，残忍地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
72
sullenly
|
|
| 不高兴地，绷着脸，忧郁地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
73
daunting
|
|
| adj.使人畏缩的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
74
slay
|
|
| v.杀死，宰杀，杀戮 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
75
omen
|
|
| n.征兆，预兆；vt.预示 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
76
thumping
|
|
| adj.重大的，巨大的；重击的；尺码大的；极好的adv.极端地；非常地v.重击(thump的现在分词)；狠打；怦怦地跳；全力支持 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
77
doomed
|
|
| 命定的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
78
delirious
|
|
| adj.不省人事的，神智昏迷的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
79
raving
|
|
| adj.说胡话的；疯狂的，怒吼的；非常漂亮的；令人醉心[痴心]的v.胡言乱语(rave的现在分词)n.胡话；疯话adv.胡言乱语地；疯狂地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
80
eternity
|
|
| n.不朽，来世；永恒，无穷 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
81
corpse
|
|
| n.尸体，死尸 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
82
scent
|
|
| n.气味，香味，香水，线索，嗅觉；v.嗅，发觉 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
83
brink
|
|
| n.(悬崖、河流等的)边缘，边沿 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
84
maniac
|
|
| n.精神癫狂的人；疯子 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
85
moodily
|
|
| adv.喜怒无常地；情绪多变地；心情不稳地；易生气地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
86
bunks
|
|
| n.（车、船等倚壁而设的）铺位( bunk的名词复数 )；空话，废话v.（车、船等倚壁而设的）铺位( bunk的第三人称单数 )；空话，废话 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
87
standing
|
|
| n.持续，地位；adj.永久的，不动的，直立的，不流动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
88
rummaging
|
|
| 翻找，搜寻( rummage的现在分词 )； 海关检查 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
89
lashes
|
|
| n.鞭挞( lash的名词复数 )；鞭子；突然猛烈的一击；急速挥动v.鞭打( lash的第三人称单数 )；煽动；紧系；怒斥 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
90
surmises
|
|
| v.臆测，推断( surmise的第三人称单数 )；揣测；猜想 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
91
guzzler
|
|
| n.酒鬼，酒量大的人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
92
coax
|
|
| v.哄诱，劝诱，用诱哄得到，诱取 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
93
hearties
|
|
| 亲切的( hearty的名词复数 )； 热诚的； 健壮的； 精神饱满的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
94
brace
|
|
| n. 支柱,曲柄,大括号; v. 绷紧,顶住,(为困难或坏事)做准备 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
95
belly
|
|
| n.肚子，腹部；(像肚子一样)鼓起的部分，膛 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
96
labor
|
|
| n.劳动，努力，工作，劳工；分娩；vi.劳动，努力，苦干；vt.详细分析；麻烦 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
97
gales
|
|
| 龙猫 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
98
salvage
|
|
| v.救助，营救，援救；n.救助，营救 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |