About a month ago there were lots of burglars in our town, and father said he believed he'd have to get a dog. Mr. Withers1 told father he'd get a dog for him, and the next day he brought the most beautiful Siberian blood-hound you ever saw.
The first night we had him we chained him up in the yard, and the neighbors threw things at him all night. Nobody in our house got a wink2 of sleep, for the dog never stopped barking except just long enough to yell when something hit him. There was mornascuttleful of big lumps of coal in the yard in the morning, besides seven old boots, two chunks3 of wood, and a bushel of broken crockery.
Father said that the house was the proper place for the dog at night; so the next night we left him in the front[Pg 204] hall. He didn't bark any all night, but he got tired of staying in the front hall, and wandered all over the house. I suppose he felt lonesome, for he came into my room, and got on to the bed, and nearly suffocated4 me. I woke up dreaming that I was in a melon patch, and had to eat three hundred green watermelons or be sent to jail, and it was a great comfort when I woke up and found it was only the dog. He knocked the water-pitcher over with his tail in the morning, and then thought he saw a cat under my bed, and made such an awful noise that father came up, and told me I ought to be ashamed to disturb the whole family so early in the morning. After that the dog was[Pg 205] locked up in the kitchen at night, and father had to come down early and let him out, because the cook didn't dare to go into the kitchen.
We let him run loose in the yard in the daytime, until he had an accident with Mr. Martin. We'd all been out to take tea and spend the evening with the Wilkinsons, and when we got home about nine o'clock, there was Mr. Martin standing5 on the piazza6, with the dog holding on to his cork7-leg. Mr. Martin had come to the house to make a call at about seven o'clock, and as soon as he stepped on the piazza the dog caught him by the leg without saying a word. Every once in a while the dog would let go just long enough to spit out a few pieces of cork and take a fresh[Pg 206] hold, but Mr. Martin didn't dare to stir for fear he would take hold of the other leg, which of course would have hurt more than the cork one. Mr. Martin was a good deal tired and discouraged, and couldn't be made to understand that the dog thought he was a burglar, and tried to do his duty, as we should all try to do.
The way I came to lose the dog was this: Aunt Eliza came to see us last week, and brought her little boy Harry8, who once went bee-hunting with me. Harry, as I told you, is six years old, and he isn't so bad as he might be considering his age. The second day after they came, Harry and I were in Tom McGinnis's yard, when Tom said he knew where there was a woodchuck down in the pasture, and suppose we go and hunt him. So I told Harry to go home and get the dog, and bring him down to the pasture where Tom said the woodchuck lived. I told him to untie9 the dog—for we had kept him tied up since his accident with Mr. Martin—and to keep tight hold of the rope, so that the dog couldn't get away from him. Harry said he'd tie the rope around his waist, and then the dog couldn't[Pg 207] possibly pull it away from him, and Tom and I both said it was a good plan.
HOW THAT DOG DID PULL!
Well, we waited for that boy and the dog till six o'clock, and they never came. When I got home everybody wanted to know what had become of Harry. He was gone and[Pg 208] the dog was gone, and nobody knew where they were, and Aunt Eliza was crying, and said she knew that horrid10 dog had eaten her boy up. Father and I and Mr. Travers had to go and hunt for Harry. We hunted all over the town, and at last a man told us that he had seen a boy and a dog going on a run across Deacon Smith's corn-field. So we went through the corn-field and found their track, for they had broken down the corn just as if a wagon11 had driven through it. When we came to the fence on the other side of the field we found Harry on one side of the fence and the dog on the other. Harry had tied the dog's rope round his waist, and couldn't untie it again, and the dog had run away with him. When they came to the fence the dog had squeezed through a hole that was too small for Harry, and wouldn't come back again. So they were both caught in a trap. How that dog did pull! Harry was almost cut in two, for the dog kept pulling at the rope all the time with all his might.
When we got home Aunt Eliza said that either she or that brute12 must leave, and father gave the dog away to the butcher. He was the most elegant dog I ever had, and I don't suppose I shall ever have another.
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1 withers | |
马肩隆 | |
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n.眨眼,使眼色,瞬间;v.眨眼,使眼色,闪烁 | |
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厚厚的一块( chunk的名词复数 ); (某物)相当大的数量或部分 | |
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(使某人)窒息而死( suffocate的过去式和过去分词 ); (将某人)闷死; 让人感觉闷热; 憋气 | |
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n.持续,地位;adj.永久的,不动的,直立的,不流动的 | |
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n.广场;走廊 | |
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7 cork | |
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8 harry | |
vt.掠夺,蹂躏,使苦恼 | |
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vt.解开,松开;解放 | |
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adj.可怕的;令人惊恐的;恐怖的;极讨厌的 | |
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n.四轮马车,手推车,面包车;无盖运货列车 | |
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