英文原版《An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge》世界名著珍藏版
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轻松英语名作欣赏阿拉丁和神灯原文Aladdin and the Enchanted LampMany years ago, in a city in Arabia, there lived a boy named Aladdin. He lived with his mother in a little house near the market, and they were very poor, as his father had passed away.One day, an African magician named Abanazar approached Aladdin while he was playing in the streets. Claiming to be the boy's uncle, Abanazar convinced Aladdin to work with him, promising to turn the boy into a wealthy merchant. Aladdin's mother also believed the lie and gave her permission.Aladdin agreed and followed Abanazar to a cave filled with traps. There, Abanazar instructed Aladdin to fetch an oil lamp from within, but he didn't explain that the cave's spells required the magician to receive the lamp from another person. As a token of protection, Abanazar took a gold ring off his finger and gave it to Aladdin.However, after finding the lamp, Aladdin refused to send it to Abanazar before leaving the cave. In a fit of rage, Abanazar trapped Aladdin inside, still holding the lamp. After two miserable days alone, Aladdin accidentally rubbed the ring, and a jinn (or genie) appeared, asking what Aladdin wanted. Aladdin asked to be brought home, and the spirit complied.Back home, Aladdin's mother attempted to clean the lamp so they could sell it. When she rubbed it, an even more powerful jinn appeared, promising to do their bidding. They requested something to eat, and the lamp jinn brought them an amazing feast.Aladdin and his mother lived in prosperity for years, taking advantage of the lamp jinn's powers. One day, Aladdin caught sight of the sultan's daughter and decided he must marry her. He sent his mother to the sultan's palace with jewels conjured by the lamp jinn to impress the sultan and gain his approval for the marriage.Amazed by the display of wealth, the sultan agreed, but the vizier convinced him to wait three months, hoping his own son could win the princess's hand with an even greater gift during that time. However, two months later, Aladdin learned that the vizier's son had indeed won the princess.Outraged, Aladdin demanded that the jinn transport the bride and groom to him on the night of their wedding. The couple was transported in their bed, and the jinn sent the vizier's son outside while Aladdin spent the night with the princess. The next morning, the bed was transported back, and the son was returned. This process was repeated for a few nights, terrifying the married couple.Believing themselves cursed, they told the sultan what had happened and decided to separate. One month later (at the end of the original three-month period), Aladdin's mother reminded the sultan of his promise, and he married his daughter to Aladdin, who had the lamp jinn create a magnificent palace for their home.From his home in Africa, Abanazar heard of this story and realized that Aladdin must have survived and kept the lamp. So one day, when Aladdin was away, he traveled to the palace, disguised as a peddler, and tricked the princess into exchanging the enchanted lamp for a new one.With the lamp in his possession, Abanazar summoned the jinn and ordered it to move the entire palace to Africa. However, Aladdin, withthe help of the ring jinn, was able to track down Abanazar and reclaim the lamp, restoring the palace and his marriage.。
多重书名号的用法(二)多重书名号的用法多重书名号是指在外文使用中,使用双重引号和单引号的不同组合形式来标注书名、文章名、歌曲名以及其他作品的名称。
下面是多重书名号的几种用法:单引号内使用双引号•“An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge”(“猫头鹰溪桥的事件”)是一部由美国作家安布罗斯·比尔特创作的短篇小说。
在这个例子中,整个短篇小说的标题使用了双引号,而书名号内的部分则使用了单引号。
这样的使用方式可以突出作品名称,便于读者快速理解。
双引号内使用单引号•‘To the Lighthouse’(《到灯塔去》)是英国作家弗吉尼亚·伍尔夫的一部小说。
在这个例子中,整个小说的标题使用了单引号,而书名号内的部分则使用了双引号。
这种使用方式与上一种方式相反,同样可以突出作品名称,但可能在不同的语境下产生不同的效果。
双双引号•“‘1984’”(《1984》)是乔治·奥威尔的一部著名小说。
在这个例子中,整个小说的标题使用了双双引号。
这种使用方式在较为正式的场合中较为常见,可以清晰地标示出作品名称,减少歧义和误解的可能。
单单引号•‘The Sound of Silence’(《寂静之声》)是西蒙与加芬克尔的一首著名歌曲。
在这个例子中,整首歌曲的名称使用了单单引号。
与双双引号的使用方式类似,在某些场合中也可以出现这种形式。
引号中的引号•“David Copperfield”(《戴维·科波菲尔》)是查尔斯·狄更斯的一部著名小说,其中有一句话是:“Whether I shallturn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages mustshow.”(“未来我是否会成为自己人生的英雄,或者那个位置会被其他人所占据,这些页面将会展示。
哈利波特与凤凰社21章英文原文英文标题:Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Chapter 21 English Original TextChapter 21 - The Unknowable RoomIt was hard to concentrate on anything that weekend, even though Harry had promised himself that he would finish his History of Magic essay and the presentation for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Fred, George, and Ginny were all sitting around him at the Gryffindor table at mealtimes, planning. Harry contented himself with making vague noises, and as soon as was polite, he escaped to the Room of Requirement.He had soon become as well acquainted with the Room's many tricks as the other denizens of the Hog's Head. He had been chased by the Hufflepuff cup and the fake locket and been burned by the cursed handle. The room had even sprouted a beech tree in one of its corners the previous night. There had been no sign of Draco Malfoy, or any of the Carrows, but it would have been nice if the two people he most wanted to avoid had not known exactly where and when he was planning to come.However, as he paced up and down the Charms corridor for the fifth time, the map still firmly in his hand, he came across something he had not spotted before. The map showed him, labeled as he had hoped, his current position labeled as "The Unknowable Room."He went into the room directly opposite, which looked empty to him. It was surely nobody's office as it was completely bare, but he just could notshake off the feeling that he was being watched. The wooden door creaked slightly as he pushed it open and he walked inside.The room was nearly as shabby as the one in which he was now sleeping, though quite a bit smaller. The reason for the extra space in the other room became clear as he looked around. There were no fewer than six portraits of the same girl around the room, all with the same initials written beneath, which he recognized instantly as Luna Lovegood.He moved closer to the picture, gazing at her as beautiful as ever. Luna had decorated her belongings with them. They looked in great condition, untouched by time or circumstance. And then, behind her picture, something caught his eye. It was a small, bright, and sharp gleam.Harry stepped toward it and saw that it was a tiny silver key. He picked it up and was surprised at how naturally it fit into his hand. He was even more surprised when he inserted it into the keyhole to the left of Luna's picture and, with a satisfying click, the door opened.The door led into a narrow, dimly lit passageway. The rustling noise from behind was louder, but he thought perhaps he was imagining it. He walked forward, the light from the Gryffindor common room fading until he could see only a little way ahead. He could not hear anything over the pounding of his heart. He stopped, his palms sweaty from both anticipation and nerves.What lay ahead, he did not know, but he had to find out. With every ounce of courage he possessed, he continued walking through the Unknowable Room.As he moved further into the passageway, the noise grew closer and clearer. It was not just the rustling sound anymore. There were murmurs, harsh whispers that sounded like the rustling of leaves on a blustery autumn day. There were footsteps, heavy, dragging, as if someone was being forced to walk against their will.And then, with a sudden realization, Harry gasped. He knew where he was. He had stumbled upon the meeting place, deep within the castle, where the Dark Lord himself held secret gatherings with his Death Eaters. The Unknowable Room was no longer a mystery to him; it was a dangerous nexus, a portal to the heart of Voldemort's power.Harry's mind raced as he wondered what to do next. Should he retreat, report what he had found to the Headmaster? Or should he press on, gather more information, and risk the wrath of the Dark Lord? The weight of the key in his hand seemed to pull him forward, urging him to uncover the secrets hidden within the Unknowable Room.In the end, Harry made his decision. He would continue on, navigating the treacherous halls of the Unknowable Room, and expose the hidden truth to the wizarding world. For the sake of his friends, for the sake of Hogwarts, and for the sake of all that was good, Harry would face whatever dangers lay ahead.And so, with his heart pounding, Harry took a deep breath and stepped into the darkness, ready to confront the unknown and confront the darkness that threatened to consume them all.。
the snail and the whale英文原版阅读This is the tale of a tiny snail and a great big, gray-blue humpback whale.这个故事十分十分有趣,讲只小海螺,讲条大鲸鱼。
This is a rock as black as soot, and this is a snail with an itchy foot.这是一块大岩石,黑得跟煤差不多,这就是那只闲不住的小海螺。
The sea slithered all over the rock and gazed at the sea and the ships in the dock.她在岩石上爬来爬去绕圈圈,看大海,看码头上那些大轮船。
And as she gazed, she sniffed and sighed. "The sea is deep and the world is wide! How I long to sail!" said the tiny snail.看着看着,她不由得叹气:“世界大得没有边儿,大海深得不见底儿!我多么想出海去远航!”小海螺一个劲儿地讲了又讲。
These are the other snails in the flock, who all stuck tight to the smooth black rock and said to the snail with the itchy foot, "Be quiet! Don't wiggle! Sit still! Stay put!"岩石上还有许多小海螺,呆在岩石上面不挪窝儿。
他们劝闲不住的小海螺:“不要想!不要扭!一动不动静静坐!”But the tiny sea snail sniffed and sighed, then cried, "I've got it! I'll hitch a ride!"小海螺却直叹气,最后忍不住大声喊:“我会搭到只便船!我的愿望一定能实现!”This is the trail of the tiny snail, a silvery trail that looped and curled and said, "Ride wanted around the world."瞧,小海螺用她的粘液卸下了几个字,银色的字弯弯曲曲,写的是:“请带我出海远航好不好。
An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridgeby Ambrose BierceA man stood upon a railroad bridge in northern Alabama, looking down into the swift water twenty feet below. The man's hands were behind his back, the wrists bound with a cord. A rope closely encircled his neck. It was attached to a stout cross-timber above his head and the slack fell to the level of his knees. Some loose boards laid upon the sleepers supporting the metals of the railway supplied a footing for him and his executioners--two private soldiers of the Federal army, directed by a sergeant who in civil life may have been a deputy sheriff. At a short remove upon the same temporary platform was an officer in the uniform of his rank, armed. He was a captain. A sentinel at each end of the bridge stood with his rifle in the position known as "support," that is to say, vertical in front of the left shoulder, the hammer resting on the forearm thrown straight across the chest--a formal and unnatural position, enforcing an erect carriage of the body. It did not appear to be the duty of these two men to know what was occurring at the center of the bridge; they merely blockade d the two ends of the foot planking that traversed it.Beyond one of the sentinels nobody was in sight; the railroad ran straight away into a forest for a hundred yards, then, curving, was lost to view. Doubtless there was an outpost farther along. The other bank of the stream was open ground--a gentle acclivity topped with a stockade of vertical tree trunks, loopholed for rifles, with a single embrasure through which protruded the muzzle of a brass cannon commanding the bridge. Midway of the slope between the bridge and fort were the spectators--a single company of infantry in line, at "parade rest," the butts of the rifles on the ground, the barrels inclining slightly backward against the right shoulder, the hands crossed upon the stock. A lieu tenant stood at the right of the line, the point of his sword upon the ground, his left hand resting upon his right. Excepting the group of four at the center of the bridge, not a man moved. The company faced the bridge, staring stonily, motionless. The sentinels, facing the banks of the stream, might have been statues to adorn the bridge. The captain stood with folded arms, silent, observing the work of his subordinates, but making no sign. Death is a dignitary who when he comes announced is to be received with formal manifestations of respect, even by those most familiar with him.In the code of military etiquette silence and fixity are forms of deference.why--apprehension. The intervals of silence grew progressively longer, the delays became maddening. With their greater infrequency the sounds increased in strength and sharpness. They hurt his ear like the thrust of a knife; he feared he would shriek. What he heard was the ticking of his watch.He unclosed his eyes and saw again the water below him. "If Icould free my hands," he thought, "I might throw off the nooseand spring into the stream. By diving I could evade the bullets and,swimming vigorously, reach the bank, take to the woods and getaway home. My home, thank God, is as yet outside their lines; mywife and little ones are still beyond the invader's farthestadvance."As these thoughts, which have here to be set down in words, wereflashed into the doomed man's brain rather than evolved from itthe captain nodded to the sergeant. The sergeant stepped aside.IIPeyton Farquhar was a well-to-do planter, of an old and highlyrespected Alabama family. Being a slave owner and like otherslave owners a politician he was naturally an original secessionistand ardently devoted to the Southern cause. Circumstances of animperious nature, which it is unnecessary to relate here, hadprevented him from taking service with the gallant army that hadfought the disastrous campaigns ending with the fall of Corinth,and he chafed under the inglorious restraint, longing for therelease of his energies, the larger life of the soldier, theopportunity for distinction. That opportunity, he felt, would come,as it comes to all in war time. Meanwhile he did what he could. Noservice was too humble for him to perform in aid of the South, noadventure too perilous for him to undertake if consistent with thecharacter of a civilian who was at heart a soldier, and who in goodfaith and without too much qualification assented to at least a partof the frankly villainous dictum that all is fair in love and war. One evening while Farquhar and his wife were sitting on a rustic bench near the entrance to his grounds, a gray-clad soldier rode up to the gate and asked for a drink of water. Mrs. Farquhar was only too happy to serve him with her own white hands. While she was fetching the water her husband approached the dusty horseman and inquired eagerly for news from the front.The intellectual part of his nature was already effaced; he had power only to feel, and feeling was torment. He was conscious of motion. Encompassed in a luminous cloud, of which he was now merely the fiery heart, without material substance, he swung through unthinkable arcs of oscillation, like a vast pendulum. Then all at once, with terrible suddenness, the light about him shot upward with the noise of a loud splash; a frightful roaring was in his ears, and all was cold and dark. The power of thought was restored; he knew that the rope had broken and he had fallen into the stream. There was no additional strangulation; the noose about his neck was already suffocating him and kept the water from his lungs. To die of hanging at the bottom of a river!--the idea seemed to him ludicrous. He opened his eyes in the darkness and saw above him a gleam of light, but how distant, how inaccessible! He was still sinking, for the light became fainter and fainter until it was a mere glimmer. Then it began to grow and brighten, and he knew that he was rising toward thesurface--knew it with reluctance, for he was now very comfortable."To be hanged and drowned," he thought? "that is not so bad; but I do not wish to be shot. No; I will not be shot; that is not fair."He was not conscious of an effort, but a sharp pain in his wrist apprised him that he was trying to free his hands. He gave the struggle his attention, as an idler might observe the feat of a juggler, without interest in the outcome. What splendideffort!--what magnificent, what superhuman strength! Ah, that was a fine endeavor! Bravo! The cord fell away; his arms parted and floated upward, the hands dimly seen on each side in the growing light. He watched them with a new interest as first one and then the other pounced upon the noose at his neck. They tore it away and thrust it fiercely aside, its undulations resembling those of a water snake. "Put it back, put it back!" He thought he shouted these words to his hands, for the undoing of the noose had been succeeded by the direst pang that he had yet experienced. His neck ached horribly; his brain was on fire; his heart, which had been fluttering faintly, gave a great leap, trying to force itself out at his mouth. His whole body was racked and wrenched with an insupportable anguish! But his disobedient hands gave no heed to the command. They beat the water vigorously with quick, downward strokes, forcing him to the surface.chest expanded convulsively, and with a supreme and crowningagony his lungs engulfed a great draught of air, which instantly heexpelled in a shriek!He was now in full possession of his physical senses. They were,indeed, preternaturally keen and alert. Something in the awfuldisturbance of his organic system had so exalted and refined themthat they made record of things never before perceived. He felt theripples upon his face and heard their separate sounds as theystruck. H e looked at the forest on the bank of the stream, saw theindividual trees, the leaves and the veining of each leaf--saw thevery insects upon them: the locusts, the brilliant-bodied flies, thegrey spiders stretching their webs from twig to twig. He noted theprismatic colors in all the dewdrops upon a million blades of grass.The humming of the gnats that danced above the eddies of thestream, the beating of the dragon flies' wings, the strokes of thewater-spiders' legs, like oars which had lifted their boat--all thesemade audible music. A fish slid along beneath his eyes and heheard the rush of its body parting the water.He had come to the surface facing down the stream; in a momentthe visible world seemed to wheel slowly round, himself thepivotal point, and he saw the bridge, the fort, the soldiers uponthe bridge, the captain, the sergeant, the two privates, hisexecutioners. They were in silhouette against the blue sky. Theyshouted and gesticulated, pointing at him. The captain had drawnhis pistol, but did not fire; the others were unarmed. Theirmovements were grotesque and horrible, their forms gigantic.Suddenly he heard a sharp report and something struck the water smartly within a few inches of his head, spattering his face with spray. He heard a second report, and saw one of the sentinels with his rifle at his shoulder, a light cloud of blue smoke rising from the muzzle. The man in the water saw the eye of the man on the bridge gazing into his own through the sights of the rifle. He observed that it was a grey eye and remembered having read that grey eyes were keenest, and that all famous marksmen had them. Nevertheless, this one had missed.he was again looking into the forest on the bank opposite the fort.The sound of a clear, high voice in a monotonous singsong nowrang out behind him and came across the water with adistinctness that pierced and subdued all other sounds, even thebeating of the ripples in his ears.Although no soldier, he had frequented camps enough to knowthe dread significance of that deliberate, drawling, aspirated chant;the lieu. tenant on shore was taking a part in the morning's work.How coldly and pitilessly--with what an even, calm intonation,presaging, and enforcing tranquillity in the men--with whataccurately measured inter vals fell those cruel words:"Attention,company! . . Shoulder arms! . . . Ready! . . . Aim! . . . Fire!" Farquhar dived--dived as deeply as he could. The water roared in his ears like the voice of Niagara, yet he heard the dulled thunder of the volley and, rising again toward the surface, met shining bits of metal, singularly flattened, oscillating slowly downward. Some of them touched him on the face and hands, then fell away, continuing their descent. One lodged between his collar and neck; it was uncomfortably warm and he snatched it out.As he rose to the surface, gasping for breath, he saw that he had been a long time under water; he was perceptibly farther down stream nearer to safety. The soldiers had almost finished reloading; the metal ramrods flashed all at once in the sunshine as they were drawn from the barrels, turned in the air, and thrust into their sockets. The two sentinels fired again, independently and ineffectually.The hunted man saw all this over his shoulder; he was now swimming vigorously with the current. His brain was as energetic as his arms and legs; he thought with the rapidity of lightning.The officer," he reasoned, "will not make that martinet's error a second time. It is as easy to dodge a volley as a single shot. He has probably already given the command to fire at will. God help me, I cannot dodge them all!"An appalling plash within two yards of him was followed by a loud, rushing sound,diminuendo, which seemed to travel back through the air to the fort and died in an explosion which stirred the very river to its deeps!A rising sheet of water curved over him, fell down upon him, blinded him, strangled him! The cannon had taken a hand in the game. As he shook his head free from the commotion of the smitten water he heard the deflected shot humming through the air ahead, and in an instant it was cracking and smashing the branches in the forest beyond."They will not do that again," he thought; "the next time they will use a charge of grape. I must keep my eye upon the gun; the smoke will apprise me--the report arrives too late; it lags behind the missile. That is a good gun."Suddenly he felt himself whirled round and round--spinning like a top. The water, the banks, the forests, the now distant bridge, fort and men--all were commingled and blurred. Objects were represented by their colors only; circular horizontal streaks of color--that was all he saw. He had been caught in a vortex and was being whirled on with a velocity of advance and gyration that made him giddy and sick. In a few moments he was flung upon the gravel at the foot of the left bank of the stream--the southern bank--and behind a projecting point which concealed him from his enemies. The sudden arrest of his motion, the abrasion of one of his hands on the gravel, restored him, and he wept with delight. He dug his fingers into the sand, threw it over himself in handfuls and audibly blessed it. It looked like diamonds, rubies, emeralds; he could think of nothing beautiful which it did not resemble. The trees upon the bank were giant garden plants; he noted a definite order in their arrangement, inhaled the fragrance of their blooms.A strange, roseate light shone through the spaces among their trunks and the wind made in their branches the music of Æolian harps. He had no wish to perfect his escape--was content to remain in that enchanting spot until retaken.A whiz and rattle of grapeshot among the branches high above hishead roused him from his dream. The baffled cannoneer had firedhim a random farewell. He sprang to his feet, rushed up thesloping bank, and plunged into the forest.All that day he traveled, laying his course by the rounding sun.The forest seemed interminable; nowhere did he discover a breakin it, not even a woodman's road. He had not known that he livedin so wild a region. There was something uncanny in therevelation.By nightfall he was fatigued, footsore, famishing. The thought ofhis wife and children urged him on. At last he found a road whichled him in what he knew to be the right direction. It was as wideand straight as a city street, yet it seemed untraveled. No fieldsbordered it, no dwelling anywhere. Not so much as the barking ofa dog suggested human habitation. The black bodies of the treesformed a straight wall on both sides, terminating on the horizonin a point, like a diagram in a lesson in perspective. Overhead, ashe looked up through this rift in the wood, shone great gardenstars looking unfamiliar and grouped in strange constellations. Hewas sure they were arranged in some order which had a secret andmalign significance. The wood on either side was full of singularnoises, among which--once, twice, and again--he distinctly heardwhispers in an unknown tongue.His neck was in pain and lifting his hand to it found it horriblyswollen. He knew that it had a circle of black where the rope hadbruised it. His eyes felt congested; he could no longer close them.His tongue was swollen with thirst; he relieved its fever bythrusting it forward from between his teeth into the cold air. Howsoftly the turf had carpeted the untraveled avenue--he could nolonger feel the roadway beneath his feet!walking, for now he sees another scene--perhaps he has merelyrecovered from a delirium. He stands at the gate of his own home.All is as he left it, and all bright and beautiful in the morningsunshine. He must have traveled the entire night. As he pushesopen the gate and passes up the wide white walk, he sees a flutterof female garments; his wife, looking fresh and cool and sweet,steps down from the veranda to meet him. At the bottom of thesteps she stands waiting, with a smile of ineffable joy, an attitudeof matchless grace and dignity. Ah, how beautiful she is! Hesprings forward with extended arms. As he is about to clasp her hefeels a stunning blow upon the back of the neck; a blinding whitelight blazes all about him with a sound like the shock of acannon--then all is darkness and silence!Peyton Farquhar was dead; his body, with a broken neck, swunggently from side to side beneath the timbers of the Owl Creekbridge.。
The Enchanted LanternIn a quiet village nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, there lived a young boy named Oliver. Oliver was known for his keen sense of adventure and his insatiable curiosity about the world beyond his village.One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, Oliver found himself wandering along a winding path that led to the edge of the forest. The trees stood tall and majestic, their leaves rustling softly in the evening breeze.As he walked, Oliver noticed a faint glow emanating from behind a cluster of ancient oak trees. Intrigued, he pushed aside the branches and discovered a small, glowing lantern nestled among the roots. Its light flickered like a tiny star trapped within a glass cage. Curiosity overcoming caution, Oliver picked up the lantern. To his amazement, the lantern began to emit a soft, comforting warmth that filled him with a sense of wonder and adventure. He felt as though the lantern was whispering secrets to him, inviting him to embark on a journey beyond his wildest dreams.With the lantern in hand, Oliver ventured deeper into the forest. Shadows danced around him, and the air was alive with the hum of nocturnal creatures. Fireflies twinkled like fairy lights, guiding his path through fern-covered clearings and babbling brooks.As he walked, the forest seemed to transform around him. Trees stretched their branches in greeting, and the moon cast silvery pathways that led him deeper into the heart of the enchanted woods.Oliver felt as though he had stepped into a storybook, where every page held a new adventure waiting to unfold.Suddenly, he came upon a clearing bathed in moonlight, where a wise old owl perched upon a moss-covered stone. Its eyes gleamed with ancient wisdom as it spoke in a voice that resonated like the wind through the leaves."Welcome, young traveler," the owl hooted softly. "You carry the light of curiosity and courage within you. With the lantern as your guide, the mysteries of this enchanted forest are yours to discover." Filled with excitement, Oliver listened as the owl shared tales of lost treasures hidden among the roots of ancient trees and secret meadows where fairies danced under the stars. He learned of magical springs that whispered forgotten spells and caves adorned with crystals that glimmered with the colors of the rainbow.As the night wore on, Oliver and the owl exchanged stories until the first light of dawn peeked over the horizon. With a grateful nod to his newfound friend, Oliver retraced his steps, the lantern still glowing brightly in his hands.Upon returning to the village, Oliver realized that his adventure had only just begun. With the enchanted lantern as his guide, he knew that there were countless more mysteries and wonders waiting for him to uncover.And so, every night, Oliver would return to the edge of the forest with the lantern in hand, ready to embark on new adventures and discover the magic that lay hidden within the world around him.。
2022考研英语阅读伦敦巫术Black magic inLondon伦敦巫术Crimes of passion;The Boy in the River. ByRichard Hoskins.激情犯罪;《河里的男孩》,理查德霍斯金斯著。
In the late 1980s Richard Hoskins, young andnewly married, spent six years as a missionary inBolobo, upriver from the Congolese capital,Kinshasa. Now back in Britain and something of anAfrica specialist, he advises the authorities on tribal and ritual crimes. In his new book, TheBoy in the River, Mr Hoskins argues that these atrocities are a perversion of African beliefsystems and highly unusual.在二十世纪八十年月早期,年轻且新婚不久的理查德霍斯金斯,在博洛博做了六年的传教士,该地位于刚果首都,金沙萨市的上游。
现今已返回英国,有几分非洲专家味道的他,在部落和宗教式犯罪问题上给当局提出相关建议。
在他的新书《河里的男孩》中,霍斯金斯先生说这些暴行是对非洲信仰的一种曲解,是极不寻常的。
His first case, in 20xx, involved the mutilated torso of a boy they named Adam, found inthe River Thames. The police thought it was a muti killing, a South African practicethatinvolves removing organs for use in tribal medicines. Mr Hoskins recognised that Adam was infact a human sacrifice by a Nigerian tribe. Hisevidence was the precise slit in the victims neck and a body drained of blooda divinetribute that is condemned as juju, or black magic, in West Africa. The boys killer has notyet been convicted, but the investigation did uncover a trafficking ring that smuggled Africanchildren to Britain for such ritualistic abuses.在20xx年,他的第一个案例:在泰晤士河中发觉的一名为亚当的男孩的残缺躯体。
文学评论·外国文学英美对戈尔丁小说中戏仿的研究王姝 西南科技大学外国语学院摘 要:戈尔丁是一位巧妙运用戏仿进行文学创作的作家,他小说中的故事和想法都能追溯其源头。
戈尔丁创造性地使用这些文学来源,再造人类生存的痛苦境遇,并集中地表现普遍的人性,其作品极具讽刺意味。
英美学者陆续探讨戈尔丁小说中的戏仿技巧,讨论《蝇王》对传统文学作品《珊瑚岛》的颠覆,《金字塔》对《远大前程》中人物和情节的戏仿,《继承者》与《金色房屋》在结构与事件上的相似,以揭示戈尔丁在作品中所呈现出的独特艺术魅力。
关键词:戈尔丁;戏仿;英美的研究作者简介:王姝,女,1975年生,四川绵阳人,西南科技大学外国语学院讲师,四川大学文学与新闻学院博士,主要研究方向为比较文学、英美文学,已发表学术论文多篇。
[中图分类号]:I106 [文献标识码]:A[文章编号]:1002-2139(2017)-15-120-021974年,弗吉尼亚•泰格在《威廉•戈尔丁:发现黑暗世界》中认为,戈尔丁小说的特点之一,是对大众文学典范的颠覆。
每一本小说,从不同的程度来看,都能在其他作家对相同问题的观点中找到来源。
[1]1980年,阿诺德•约翰斯顿在《<金字塔>:创新、再发现、挑战》一文中,表达了与泰格相似的观点。
他认为,作者喜欢借用其他作品作为自己作品讽刺、挖苦的陪衬。
1985年,诺曼•佩奇 (Norman Page) 发表《戈尔丁的文学来源》一文。
其中,佩奇讨论了戈尔丁小说的文学来源问题。
他指出,戏仿的对象不一定是一部重要的文学作品,或者一部优秀的作品,而作者戏仿的目的也未必出于致敬或者仰慕。
至少,戈尔丁倾向模仿一些头脑简单的文学前辈,以达到调侃、嘲讽、驳斥、游戏的目的,以突出作者关注个人生存状况,以及人性善与恶的辩证探讨的主题思想。
[2]比如,戈尔丁的写作意图是希望读者自己判断,巴兰坦的《珊瑚岛》与戈尔丁借此外在形式重塑的《蝇王》之间的道德距离。
英文世界名著介绍英文世界名著(按作者排序)English Literature 英语文学经典Edwin A. Abbott (1838-1926) 埃得温? A ?艾博特 Flatland 《平地》Jane Addams (1860-1935) 简?亚当斯 Twenty Years at Hull House 《赫尔大厦二十年》 Louise May Alcott (1832-1888) 路易莎?梅?奥尔科特 Little Women 《小妇人》Good Wives 《好妻子》Flower Fables 《花的寓言》Horatio Alger (1832-1899) 贺拉旭?阿尔杰 The Cash Boy 《送款员》The Errand Boy 《童仆》Joe the Hotel Boy 《旅馆服务生裘》Driven From Home 《逐出家门》Phil,the Fiddler 《混混菲尔》Paul the Peddler 《小贩保罗》Sherwood Anderson (1876-1941) 舍伍德?安德森 Winesburg, Ohio 《俄亥俄州瓦恩斯堡镇》 Edwin L. Arnold (1832-1904) 爱德温? L. 阿诺德 Gulliver of Mars 《火星上的格利弗》Jane Austen (1775-1817) 简?奥斯丁Emma 《爱玛》Lady Susan 《苏珊太太》Love and Friendship 《爱情和友谊》Mansfield Park 《曼斯菲尔德庄园》Persuasion 《劝导》Pride and Prejudice 《傲慢与偏见》Sense and Sensibility 《理智与情感》 Northanger Abbey 《诺桑觉寺》Mary Hunter Austin (1868-1934) 玛丽?亨特?奥斯汀 The Land of Little Rain 《少雨的土地》 Francis Bacon ( 1561-1626) 弗兰西斯?培根 Essays 《论说文集》R. M. Ballantyne (1825-1894) R? M? 巴兰坦 The Coral Island 《珊瑚岛》J. M. Barrie (1860-1937) J?M?巴里Peter Pan in Kensington Garden 《小飞侠在肯星顿花园》 The Little White Bird 《小白鸟》L. Frank Baum (1856-1919) L?弗兰克?巴姆 The Tin Woodman of Oz 《奥兹国的铁皮木人》 The Lost Princess of Oz 《奥兹国失踪的公主》 The Scarecrow of Oz 《奥兹国的稻草人》 The Patchwork Girl of Oz 《奥兹国的缀衣娘》 Edward Bellamy (1850-1898) 爱德华?贝拉米 Looking Backward, 2000 to 1887 《回顾2000-1887》 Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914) 安布鲁斯?比尔斯The Devil's Dictionary 《魔鬼辞典》An Occurrence At Owl Creek Bridge 《奥尔河桥的一次事件》Fantastic Fables 《荒唐的寓言》R. D. Blackmore (1825-1900) R?D?布莱克默 Lorna Doone 《洛纳?杜恩》William Blake (1757-1827) 威廉?布莱克 Poems of William Blake 《威廉?布莱克诗集》 George Borrow (1803-1881) 乔治?博罗 The Romany Rye 《罗曼?罗依》The Bible in Spain 《圣经在西班牙》The Zincali - An Account of the Gypsies of Spain《辛卡利--西班牙吉普赛人记实》James Boswell (1740-1795) 詹姆斯?博斯韦尔 Life of Johnson 《约翰逊传》B. M. Bower(1874-1940) B?M?鲍尔 Jean of the Lazy A 《雷泽A牧场的吉恩》 Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen (1848-1895) H?H?博依森 Boyhood in Norway 《童年在挪威》Tales from Two Hemispheres 《来自两个半球的故事》 Ernest Bramah (1868-1942) 欧内司特?布拉默 Kai Lung's Golden Hours 《凯龙的黄金岁月》The Wallet of Kai Lung 《凯龙的钱包》 The Mirror of Kong Ho 《孔贺的镜子》 Anne Bronte (1820-1849) 安妮?勃朗特The Tenant of Wildfell Hall 《女房客》Agnes Grey 《艾格妮斯?格雷》Charlotte Bronte (1816-1855) 夏洛蒂?勃朗特 Jane Eyre 《简?爱》The Professor 《教师》Emily Bronte (1818-1848) 艾米莉?勃朗特 Wuthering Heights 《呼啸山庄》Rupert C. Brooke (1887-1915) 鲁珀特. C. 布鲁克 Poems of Rupert Brooke 《诗集》Charles Brockden Brown(1771-1810) 查尔斯?布罗克登?布朗Wieland, or The Transformation 《威兰,或蜕变》 Robert Browning (1812-1889) 罗伯特?勃朗宁 Dramatic Lyrics 《戏剧抒情诗》John Buchan (1875-1940) 约翰?布坎Mr. Standfast 《斯坦德法斯特先生》Greenmantle 《绿斗篷》The Thirty-Nine Steps 《三十九级台阶》 Prester John 《普雷斯特?约翰》John Bunyan (1628-1688) 约翰?班扬The Holy War 《圣战》The Pilgrim's Progress 《天路历程》Grace Abounding to Chief of Sinners 《罪人受恩记》 Frances Hodgson Burnett (1894-1924) 弗朗西斯?霍齐森.班内特A Little Princess 《小公主》The Secret Garden 《秘密花园》Little Lord Fauntleroy 《方特勒罗伊小爵爷》 The Dawn of A To-morrow 《明日破晓》 The Lost Prince 《失踪的王子》Sara Crewe 《萨拉?克鲁》The Shuttle 《穿梭》Robert Burns (1759-1796) 罗伯特?彭斯 Poems and Songs of Robert Burns 《罗伯特?彭斯歌谣集》George Byron (1788-1824) 乔治?拜伦 Don Juan 《唐?璜》Hall Caine (1853-1931) 霍尔?凯恩The Scapegoat 《替罪羊》Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881) 托马斯?卡莱尔 Life of John Sterling 《约翰?斯特林传》 The French Revolution 《法国革命》 Heroes and Hero Worship 《论英雄与英雄崇拜》Lewis Carrol (1832-1898) 刘易斯.卡罗尔 Alice's Adventures in Wonderland 《爱丽丝漫游奇境记》Through the Looking Glass 《镜中世界》 The Hunting of the Snark 《斯纳克之猎》 Phantasmagoria and Other Poems 《幻梦中的人群和其他的诗歌》Sylvia and Bruno 《西尔维亚和布鲁诺》 Willa Cather (1873-1947) 薇拉?凯瑟Alexander's Bridge 《亚历山大的桥》My Antonia 《我的安东尼亚》O Pioneers! 《啊,拓荒者~》The Song of the Lark 《云雀之歌》The Troll Garden and Selected Stories 《特罗尔花园及其他小说》Charles W. Chesnutt (1858-1932) 查尔斯?W?切斯纳特 The House Behind the Cedars 《雪松林后面的房屋》 G?K?Chesterton (1874-1936) G?K? 切斯特顿The Wisdom of Father Brown 《布朗神甫的智慧》 The Innocence of Father Brown 《布朗神甫的无知》 Orthodoxy 《正统》Heretics 《异教徒》Kate Chopin (1851-1904) 凯特 ?肖班The Awakening & Other Short Stories 《觉醒及其他短篇小说》 Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) 塞缪尔?泰勒?柯勒律治 The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 《老水手之歌》 Wilkie Collins (1824-1889) 沃尔奇?科林斯No Name 《没有姓名》The New Magdalen 《新玛格达琳》The Moonstone 《月亮宝石》The Woman in White 《白衣女人》A Rogue's Life 《一个流氓的一生》The Black Robe 《黑袍》Man and Wife 《夫妻》The Haunted Hotel 《闹鬼的旅馆》 Henry J?Coke (1827-1916) 亨利?J?柯克 Tracks of A Rolling Stone 《漂泊者的足迹》 William Congreve (1670-1729) 威廉?康格里夫 The Way of The World 《如此世道》 Love For Love 《以爱还爱》Joseph Conrad (1857-1924) 约瑟夫?康拉德 Lord Jim 《吉姆爷》Nostromo 《诺斯特罗摩》The Secret Agent 《特务》Almayer's Folly 《奥尔迈耶的愚蠢》 Heart of Darkness 《黑暗的心灵》The Nigger of the Narcissus 《白水仙号上的黑家伙》 Chance 《偶然的事》The Arrow of Gold 《金箭》Within The Tides 《在潮汐之间》'Twixt Land & Sea 《在陆海之间》 The Mirror of the Sea 《海之镜》Notes on Life and Letter 《人生与文学随笔》 Typhoon 《台风》Tales of Unrest 《不平静的故事》Some Reminiscences 《回忆片断》 End of the Tether 《走投无路》Amy Foster 《艾米?福斯特》To-morrow 《明天》A Personal Record 《私人记录》An Outcast of the Island 《岛上的一个不幸者》 The Shadow Line 《阴影线》Youth 《青春》Russell H? Conwell (1843-1925) 拉舍尔. H. 康韦尔 Acres of Diamonds 《金刚石的田地》James Fenimore Cooper (1790-1851) 詹姆斯?费历摩?库柏 Last of the Mohicans 《最后的莫希干人》William (?-1900) and Ellen (1826-1897) Craft威廉.克拉夫特和艾伦.克拉夫特Running A Thousand Miles for Freedom 《跋涉千里寻自由》 Stephen Crane (1871-1900) 斯蒂芬?克莱恩Maggie- A Girl of the Streets 《街头女郎梅季》 The Red Badge of Courage 《红色英勇勋章》 Rebecca Harding Davis (1831-1910) 吕蓓卡?H?戴维斯 The Scarlet Car 《红车》Life in the Iron-Mills 《铁厂人生》Daniel Defoe (1661-1731) 丹尼尔?笛福The Journal of the Plague Year 《瘟疫年纪事》 Moll Flanders 《摩尔?弗兰德斯》Robinson Crusoe-1 《鲁滨逊漂流记》Robinson Crusoe-2 《鲁滨逊漂流记续集》Tour Through the Eastern Counties of England《英国东部各县》Charles Dickens (1812-1870) 查尔斯?狄更斯 A Christmas Carol 《圣诞欢歌》A Child's History of England 《写给孩子看的英国历史》A Tale of Two Cities 《双城记》American Notes 《旅美札记》Pictures from Italy 《意大利风光》 Bleak House 《荒凉山庄》Chimes 《钟声》David Copperfield 《大卫?科波菲尔》 Domby and Son 《董贝父子》Great Expectations 《远大前程》Hard Times 《艰难时世》Little Dorrit 《小杜丽》Martin Chuzzlewit 《马丁?霍述伟》 Nicholas Nickleby 《尼古拉斯?尼克贝》 Oliver Twist 《雾都孤儿》Our Mutual Friend 《我们共同的朋友》 The Battle of Life 《人生的战斗》 The Cricket on the Hearth 《炉边蟋蟀》 The Haunted Man and the Ghost's Bargain 《神缠身的人》The Mystery of Edwin Drood 《德鲁特疑案》 The Old Curiosity Shop 《老古玩店》 The Pickwick Papers 《匹克威克外传》Miscellaneous Papers 《散文集》Mrs. Lirriper's Lodgings 《咧咧破太太的公寓》 Mrs. Lirriper's Legacy 《咧咧破太太的遗产》Mugby Junction 《马格比车站》Going into Society 《走进上流社会》No Thoroughfare 《此路不通》The Wreck of the Golden Mary 《金玛丽号的沉没》 Doctor Marigold 《马利高德大夫的厨房》Somebody's Luggage 《某某人的行李》Tom Tiddler's Ground 《汤姆?梯特勒的土地》 A Message from the Sea 《海上通信》The Perils of Certain English Prisoners 《某些英国犯人的险境》 The Holly-Tree 《冬青树》The Seven Poor Travellers 《七个可怜的旅人》 Three Ghost Stories《三个鬼故事》Speeches: Literary & Social 《关于文学与社会的演讲》 Holiday Romance 《假日罗曼史》George Silverman's Explanation 《乔治?斯沃尔曼的解释》 The Lamplighter 《点灯人》To Be Read at Dusk 《供黄昏看的读物》Sketches of Young Gentlemen 《青年绅士手记》 Skethches of Young Couples 《青年夫妇手记》 Barnaby Rudge,80's Riots 《巴纳比?拉奇,1780年的暴动》 Lazy Tour of Two Idle Apprentices 《两个无聊学徒的懒散旅行》Sketches by Boz 《博兹札记》Reprinted Pieces 《重印的作品》Frederic Douglass (1817-1895) 弗里德里克?道格拉斯 My Bondage and My Freedom 《我的奴役与我的自由》 Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1930) 阿瑟?柯南道尔 The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes 《福尔摩斯探案集》 A Study in Scarlet 《血字的研究》Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes 《福尔摩斯回忆录》 The Hound of the Baskervilles 《巴斯克维尔庄园的猎犬》 The Lost World 《失去的世界》The Poison Belt 《有毒带》The Return of Sherlock Holmes 《福尔摩斯归来记》 The Sign of Four 《四签名》The Valley of Fear 《恐怖峡谷》Theodore Dreiser (1871-1945) 西奥多?德莱塞 Sister Carrie 《嘉莉妹妹》Charles Eastman (1858-1939) 查尔斯?伊斯特曼 Indian Boyhood 《印地安人的童年》Indian Heroes & Great Chieftains 《印地安人的英雄和杰出的酋长》The Soul of the Indian 《印地安人的心灵世界》 Old Indian Days 《印地安人的往昔时光》George Eliot (1819-1880) 乔治?艾略特The Mill on the Floss 《弗罗斯河上的磨坊》 Adam Bede 《亚当?贝德》Middlemarch 《米德尔马契》Silas Marner 《织工马南传》Edward S.Ellis (1840-1916) 爱德华?S?埃利斯 Thomas Jefferson 《托马斯?杰弗逊》Ralph W? Emerson (1803-1882) 拉尔夫?爱默生 English Traits 《英国人的特性》Essays 《论文集》The Conduct of Life 《生活行为》Henry Fielding (1707-1754) 亨利?菲尔丁The History of Tom Jones, A Foundling 《汤姆?琼斯》 From This World to the Next 《赴冥界》 Journal of a Voyage to Lisbon 《里斯本航海日记》Eugene Field (1850-1895) 尤金.菲尔德The Love Affairs of A Bibliomaniac 《书痴的罗曼史》 F? Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940) F?司各特?费兹杰拉德 This Side of Paradise 《人间天堂》Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790) 本杰明?富兰克林 Poor Richard's Almanack (1733-1758) 《穷理查的历书》 The Autobiography 《自传》Anatole France (1844-1924) Penguin Island 《企鹅岛》Harold Frederic (1856-1898) 哈罗德?弗里德里克 The Damnation of Theron Ware 《西伦?韦尔的堕落》 The Market-Place 《集市》John Galt (1779-1839) 约翰?高尔特The Annals of the Parish 《教区纪年》 The Provost 《市长》The Ayrshire Legatees 《亚尔郡继承遗产者》 Elizabeth C? Gaskell (1810-1865) 盖斯凯尔夫人 Mary Barton 《玛丽?巴顿》North and South 《北方与南方》Ruth 《露丝》Sylvia's Lovers 《西尔维亚的恋人》Wives and Daughters 《妻子和女儿》 Cousin Phillis 《菲利丝表妹》Cranford 《克兰福德》William S. Gilbert (1836-1911) 威廉?S?吉尔伯特 50 Bab Ballads 《50首巴伯歌谣》Songs of A Savoyard 《萨伏依人之歌》 More Bab Ballads 《巴伯歌谣续集》The Bab Ballads 《巴伯歌谣集》Geroge Gissing (1857-1903) 乔治?吉辛 The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft 《四季随笔》 Oliver Goldsmith (1730-1774) 奥利弗?哥尔德斯密斯She Stoops to Conquer 《委曲求全》 Kenneth Grahame (1859-1932) 肯尼思?格雷安 The Golden Age 《黄金时代》The Wind in the Willows 《杨柳风》Dream Days 《梦里春秋》Ulysses Simpson Grant (1822-1885) U?S?格兰特 Personal Memoirs of U. S. Grant (Vol.1, Vol.2)《格兰特总统回忆录》(上,下)Zane Grey (1872-1939) 珍?格雷The Light of Western Stars 《西部星星的光芒》 The Lone Star Ranger 《孤独的星游人》Riders of the Purple Sage 《紫艾灌丛中的骑士们》 Betty Zane 《贝蒂?珍》The Heritage of the Desert 《沙漠的遗产》 The Spirit of the Border 《边疆的精神》George Grossmith (1847-1912) and Weedon Grossmith乔治.格罗史密斯和威登.格罗史密斯Diary of a Nobody 《无名氏的日记》Alexander Hamilton(1755-1804) et al. 亚历山大?汉密尔顿等 The Federalist Papers 《联邦党人文集》Henry Rider Haggard (1856-1925) 亨利.赖德.哈葛德 King Solomon's Mines 《所罗门王的宝藏》 Allan Quatermain 《艾伦?夸特梅因》When the World Shook 《当世界动摇之时》 Nada the Lily 《百合娜达》Thomas Hardy (1840-1928) 托马斯?哈代 A Pair of Blue Eyes 《一双碧眼》Far from the Madding Crowd 《远离尘嚣》Jude the Obscure 《无名的裘德》Tess of the D'Urbervilles 《德伯家的苔丝》 The Mayor of Casterbridge 《卡斯特桥市长》 The Return of the Native 《还乡》The Woodlanders 《林地居民》Frances E. W. Harper (1825-1911) 弗兰西斯. E. W. 哈伯 Poems 《诗集》Bret Harte (1836-1902) 布勒特?哈特Selected Stories 《短篇小说选》Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864) 纳撒尼尔?霍桑 Twice-Told Tales 《重讲一遍的故事》Mosses from an Old Manse 《古屋青苔》 The House of Seven Gables 《凶宅七角楼》 The Scarlet Letter 《红字》The Snow Image 《雪影》Tanglewood Tales 《丛林传说》Issac Taylor Headland (1859-1942) 伊萨克?泰勒?赫德兰 Court Life in China 《在中国宫廷的生活》 The Chinese Boy and Girl 《中国的少男少女》Lafcadio Hearn (1850-1904) 小泉八云Chita: A Memory of Last Island 《契塔》 Kwaidan 《怪谈》O. Henry (1862-1910) 欧?亨利Whirlingigs 《生活的陀螺》Options 《命运之路》The Voice of the City 《城市之声》Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894) 奥利弗?温德尔?霍姆斯 The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table 《早餐桌上的霸主》 Anthony Hope (1863-1933) 安东尼?霍普The Prisoner of Zenda 《詹达堡的囚徒》 Frivolous Cupid 《轻浮的爱神》William Dean Howells (1837-1920) 威廉?迪恩?豪威尔斯 The Rise of Silas Lapham 《塞拉斯?拉帕姆的发迹》 The Man of Letters as a Man of Business 《作为商人的文人》C. J. Cutcliffe Hyne (1865-1944) C. J. 卡特克利夫.海因 The Lost Continent 《失去的大陆》W? H? Hudson (1841-1922) W? H?哈得逊 Green Mansions 《绿色公寓》Washington Irving (1783-1859) 华盛顿?欧文 The Adventures of Captain Bonneville 《博纳维尔上尉探险记》The Sketch Book 《见闻札记》The Alhambra 《爱尔汗布拉》The Legend of Sleepy Hollow 《睡谷的传说》 Henry James (1843-1916) 亨利?詹姆斯 The Golden Bowl 《镀金碗》Daisy Miller 《黛西?米勒》Death of the Lion 《名流之死》Roderick Hudson 《罗德里克?赫德森》The Ambassadors 《奉使记》The American 《美国人》The Aspern Papers 《阿斯本文件》The Europeans 《欧洲人》The Figure in the Carpet 《地毯上的图案》 The Lesson of the Master 《大师的教诲》 The Portrait of A Lady 《贵妇人的画像》 The Sacred Fount 《神圣源泉》The Turn of the Screw 《螺丝在拧紧》Washington Square 《华盛顿广场》The Jolly Corner 《快乐的一角》The Coxon Fund 《科克森基金》Glasses 《镜中世界》In the Cage 《在笼中》The Beast in the Jungle 《丛林猛兽》The Pupil 《小学生》An International Episode 《一个国际事件》 The Altar of the Dead 《死者的祭坛》Alexander H? Japp (1839-1905) 亚力山大?H?嘉伯 Robert Louis Stevenson, A Record, An Estimate, A Memorial《罗伯特?路易斯?斯蒂文森评传》Thomas Jefferson (1743-1826) 托马斯?杰弗逊 Autobiography 《自传》Letters 《书信集》Jerome K. Jerome (1859-1927) 杰罗姆. K. 杰罗姆Three Men in a Boat 《三人同舟》The Love of Ulrich Nebendahl 《乌雷克?勒本代尔的爱情》 The Soul of Nicholas Synders 《尼古拉?辛德斯的内心世界》 The Philosopher's Joke 《哲学家的玩笑》 Mrs. Korner Sins Her Mercies 《科勒太太后悔太仁慈》 TheCost of Kindness 《善良的代价》Passing of the Third Floor Back 《四楼尽头的通道》 Idle Thoughts of An Idle Fellow 《懒汉的妄想》 Paul Kelver 《保尔?凯尔维尔》Stage-Land 《舞台上下》Evergreens 《长青树》Dreams 《梦》Clocks 《钟》Sarah Orne Jewett (1849-1909) 撒拉?奥恩?朱厄特 The Country of the Pointed Firs 《尖尖的枞树之乡》 Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) 塞缪尔.约翰逊Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia 《阿比西尼亚国拉塞拉斯王子传》 James Joyce (1882-1941) 詹姆斯?乔伊斯 A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 《青年艺术家的肖像》 Dubliners 《都柏林人》Ulysses 《尤利西斯》John Keats (1795-1821) 约翰?济慈Poems of John Keats 《济慈诗集》Henry Kendall (1839-1882) 亨利.肯德尔Leaves from Australian Forests 《澳洲森林的叶子》 Songs from the Mountains 《山间的歌》Poems and Songs 《诗和歌》Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918) 乔依斯?基尔墨 Main Street and Other Poems 《大街及其他诗》 Trees and Other Poems 《树和其他诗》Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) 罗德亚德?吉卜林 Kim 《基姆》Puck of Pook's Hill 《普克山的帕克》Rewards and Fairies 《报偿和仙女》The Jungle Book 《丛林故事》American Notes 《游美札记》Verses 《诗歌》Charles Lamb (1775-1834) and Mary Lamb 查尔斯?兰姆及玛丽?兰姆Tales from Shakespeare 《莎氏乐府本事》 Andrew Lang (1844-1912) 安德鲁?朗格The Blue Fairy Book 《蓝皮童话书》The Red Fairy Book 《红皮童话书》The Violet Fairy Book 《紫皮童话书》The Yellow Fairy Book 《黄皮童话书》Ballads Lyrics and Poems of Old France 《法国古代民歌和民谣》Aucassin and Nicolete 《奥卡辛与尼克莱》 Letters to Dead Authors 《致已故作者的信》 Letters on Literature 《论文学的信》R. F. Murray : His Poems with a Memoir 《R?F?默里的诗及略传》Grass of Parnassus 《帕纳塞斯山的草》 A Collection of Ballads 《民谣集》Sidney Lanier (1842-1881) 西德尼?拉尼尔 Select Poems of Sidney Lanier 《西德尼?拉尼尔诗集》 D. H. Lawrence (1855-1930) D?H?劳伦斯 Lady Chatterlay's Lover 《查泰莱夫人的情人》 Women in Love 《恋爱中的妇女》Sons and Lovers 《儿子与情人》Henry Lawson (1867-1922) 亨利?劳森In the Days When the World Was Wide 《在海阔天空的日子里》Joe Wilson and His Mates 《乔?威尔逊及其伙伴》 On the Track 《在路上》Over the Sliprails 《越过活动栏杆》Edward Lear (1812-1888) 爱德华?利尔 The Book of Nonsense 《荒谬书》Mattew Lewis (1775-1818) 马修?路易斯 The Monk 《僧侣》Vachel Lindsay (1879-1931) 凡克尔?林赛 General Booth, Other Poems 《布斯将军和其他诗篇》 The Congo and Other Poems 《刚果及其他诗篇》David Livingstone(1813-1873) 戴维.利文斯通 Missionary Travels in South Africa 《在南部非洲的传教旅行》Hugh Lofting (1886-1947) 休.罗夫丁The Story of Doctor Dolittle 《多立德医生的冒险故事》 Jack London (1876-1916) 杰克?伦敦Burning Daylight 《天大亮》John Barleycorn 《约翰?巴雷肯》Love of Life and Other Stories 《热爱生命》 Martin Eden 《马丁?伊登》The Call of the Wild 《荒野的呼唤》The Iron Heel 《铁蹄》The People of the Abyss 《深渊中的人们》 The Sea-Wolf 《海狼》The Son of the Wolf 《狼的儿子》The White Fang 《白牙》The Night-Born 《夜生者》Tales of the Fish Patrol 《渔巡故事集》 The Valley of the Moon 《月亮谷》Before Adam 《在亚当之前》South Sea Tales 《南海故事集》War of the Classes 《阶级的战争》Adventure 《冒险》The Jacket (Star-Rover) 《星游人》Jerry of the Islands 《岛上的吉雷》The Game 《竞赛》The Faith of Men 《人的信义》Moon-Face and Other Stories 《月面及其他故事》 The Strength of the Strong and Other Stories《强者的力量及其他故事》Smoke Bellew 《乌烟贝流故事集》Richard Lovelace (1618-1657) 理查德?洛夫莱斯 Lucasta 《卢卡斯塔》Amy Lowell (1874-1925) 阿米?洛威尔Sword Blades and Poppy Seed 《剑刃与罂粟籽》 James Russell Lowell (1819-1891) 詹姆斯?拉塞尔.罗威尔 Abraham Lincoln 《亚伯拉罕?林肯》Percival Lowell (1855-1916) 珀西瓦尔?洛威尔 The Soul of the Far East 《远东之魂》Edward George Bulwer-Lytton(1808-1873?) 爱德华.乔治.布尔沃-利顿The Last Days of Pompeii 《庞培城的末日》 Thomas Babbington Macaulay (1800-1859) 托马斯?B?麦考莱 Lays of Ancient Rome 《古罗马之歌》George MacDonald (1824-1905) 乔治?麦克唐纳 The Princess and Curdie 《公主与科蒂亚》The Princess and Goblin 《公主与妖怪》At the Back of the North Wind 《北风吹过》 Thomas Malory ( ,-1471) 托马斯?马洛礼 Le Mort d'Arthur (Vol.1, Vol.2) 《亚瑟王之死》 (上, 下) Katherine Mansfield (1888-1923) 凯瑟琳?曼斯菲尔德 In a German Pension 《在一个德国膳宿会馆里》 Don Marquis (1878-1937) 唐?马奎斯Danny's Own Story 《丹尼自己的故事》Hermione and Her Little Group of Serious Thinkers《赫耳弥俄涅的思想家们》Dreams & Dust 《梦与尘》Christopher Marlowe (1564-1593) 克里斯托弗?马洛 The Jew of Malta 《马耳他岛的犹太人》Dr. Faustus 《浮士德博士》Massacre at Paris 《巴黎的屠杀》Tamburlaine the Great (Part1, Part2) 《滕伯兰》(上,下篇) Marie L. McLaughlin (1842- ) 玛丽亚?L?麦克拉夫琳 Myths and Legends of the Sioux 《苏人的神话和传说》 George Meredith (1818-1909) 乔治?梅瑞迪斯A Reading of Life and Other Poems 《解读人生及其他诗》 An Essay on comedy 《论喜剧》Poems (Volume1) 《诗集》 (第一部)Poems (Volume2) 《诗集》 (第二部)Poems (Volume3) 《诗集》 (第三部)Herman Melville (1819-1891) 赫曼?麦尔维尔 Benito Cereno 《班尼托?西兰诺》Billy Budd 《比利?巴德》Moby Dick 《白鲸》Typee 《泰比》Alice Meynell (1847-1924) 艾丽斯?梅内尔 The Rhythm of Life 《生活的节奏》The Colour of Life 《生活的色彩》Marrian Michelson (1870-1942) 梅内姆?麦克尔森 In the Bishop's Carriage 《在主教的马车中》 John Milton (1608-1674) 约翰?弥尔顿Paradise Lost 《失乐园》Paradise Regained 《复乐园》Four Poems 《四首诗》S. Weir Mitchell (1829-1914) S?威尔?米切尔 The Autobiography of a Quack 《骗子自传》 L. Maud Montgomery (1874-1942) L?莫德?蒙哥马利 The Golden Road 《坦途》Anne of the Island 《岛上的安妮》Anne of Avonlea 《阿汪尼的安妮》Anne of Green Gables 《绿山墙上的安妮》 Anne's House of Dreams 《安妮的梦之屋》 William Morris (1834-1896) 威廉?莫里斯 A Dream of John Ball and A King's Lesson 《梦见约翰?鲍尔》News from Nowhere 《乌有乡消息》John Muir (1838-1914) 约翰?缪尔Steep Trails 《陡峭的小径》H. H. Munro (Saki) (1870-1916) H?H?芒罗 ( 萨基 ) The Toys of Peace 《和平的玩偶》Beasts and Super-Beast 《野兽与超级野兽》 The Unbearable Bassington 《不可容忍的巴辛顿》 Sarojini Naidu (1879-1949) 奈都The Golden Threshold 《金色的门槛》E. Nesbit (1858-1924) E?内斯比特The Story of the Amulet 《护身符的故事》 The Phoenix and the Carpet 《凤凰与地毯》 Five Children and It 《五个孩子和它》The Story of the Treasure Seekers 《寻宝人的故事》 Beautiful Stories from Shakespeare 《莎士比亚剧中的美丽故事》The Wouldbegoods 《向善者》Frank Norris (1870-1902) 弗兰克?诺里斯Blix 《布里克斯》McTeague 《麦克提格》Moran of the Lady Letty 《莱蒂夫人号的莫兰》 The Octopus- A Story of California 《章鱼》 Oliver Optic(1822-1897) 奥利弗? 奥普蒂克Poor and Proud 《贫穷与骄傲》Baroness Emmuska Orczy (1865-1947) 巴恩斯.E.奥切 The Scarlet Pimpernel 《深红色的海绿》Mrs. Sutherland Orr (1828-1903) 萨瑟兰?奥尔夫人 Life and Letters of Robert Browning 《罗伯特?勃朗宁的生平和创作》Thomas Nelson Page (1853-1922) 托马斯?纳尔逊?佩奇 The Burial of the Guns 《枪炮的埋葬》Thomas Paine (1737-1809) 托马斯?潘恩Common Sense 《常识》Andrew Barton Paterson (1864-1941) 安德鲁.巴顿.佩特森 The Man from Snowy River 《来自雪河的人》 Rio Grande's Last Race and Other Verses 《里奥.格兰德的最后一次比赛及其他诗篇》Thomas Love Peacock (1785-1866) 托马斯?纳夫?皮考克 Maid Marian 《恶梦隐修院》David Graham Phillips (1867-1911) 戴维?格林厄姆.菲利普斯 Susan Lenox: Her Rise and Fall 《苏珊?伦诺克斯的沉浮》 The Cost 《代价》The Price She Paid 《她付出的代价》The Conflict 《冲突》The Fortune Hunter 《淘金者》The Dust 《尘埃》Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) 埃德加.爱伦.坡 The Fall of the House of Usher 《厄舍古屋的倒塌》 The Raven and Others 《乌鸦等三篇》Eleanor H?Porter(1868-1920) 埃莉诺?H?波特 Miss Billie Married 《比莉小姐结婚了》Miss Billie's Decision 《比莉小姐的决定》Pollyanna 《波利雅娜》Gene Stratton-Porter(1863-1924) 吉恩.斯特拉顿-波特 Laddie 《童子》The Harvester 《收获者》Freckles 《无法无天》At the Foot of the Rainbow 《在彩虹脚下》The Song of the Cardinal 《红衣主教之歌》A Girl of the Limberlost 《肢体残缺的女孩》Beatrix Potter (1866-1943) 贝垂克斯?玻特A Collection of Beatrix Potter Stories 《贝垂克斯?玻特短篇小说集》The Great Big Treasury of Beatrix Potter 《贝垂克斯?玻特文学宝库》William Hickling Prescott (1796-1859) 普雷斯科特 History of the Conquest of Peru 《秘鲁征服史》 Howard Pyle (1853-1911) 霍华德?派尔Book of Pirates 《海盗列传》The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood 《罗宾汉奇遇记》 Walter Raleigh (1861-1922) 瓦尔特?雷利 Robert Louis Stevenson 《罗伯特?路易斯?斯蒂文森》 Edwin Arlington Robinson(1869-1935) 埃德温?阿灵顿?罗宾荪 The Children of the Night 《夜之子》The Man against the Sky 《天边人影》The Three Taverns 《三个旅馆》Susanna Rowson (1762-1824) 苏珊娜?罗森 Charlotte Temple 《夏洛特》John Ruskin (1819-1900) 约翰?罗斯金Sesame And Lilies 《芝麻与百合》Oliver Schreiner (1855-1920) 奥尼弗?施赖纳 Dream Life and Real Life 《梦境与真实人生》 Woman and Labour 《妇女与劳动》Dreams 《梦》Walter Scott (1771-1832) 瓦尔特?司各特 Bride of Lammermoor 《拉马摩尔的新娘》 Ivanhoe 《艾凡赫》Rob Roy 《罗布?罗伊》The Heart of Mid-Lothian 《中洛辛郡的心脏》 The Antiquary 《古董家》The Talisman- A Tale of the Crusaders 《护符》 Waverley 《威弗利》The Black Dwarf 《黑侏儒》A Legend of Montrose 《孟脱罗斯的传说》 Alan Seeger (1888-1916) 艾伦?西格Poems 《诗集》Ernest Thompson Seton (1860-1946) 欧内斯特?桑普森?塞顿 Rolf in the Woods 《罗尔夫在森林》Anna Sewell (1820-1878) 安娜?西韦尔Black Beauty 《黑美人》William Shakespeare (1564-1616) 威廉?莎士比亚 The Complete Works of William Shakespeare 《莎士比亚全集》A Lover's Complaint 《情女怨》A Midsummer Night's Dream 《仲夏夜之梦》 All's Well That Ends Well 《终成眷属》As You Like It 《皆大欢喜》Cymbeline 《辛伯林》King John 《约翰王》King Richard II 《理查二世》King Richard III 《理查三世》Love's Labour's Lost 《爱的徒劳》Measure for Measure 《自作自受》Much Ado About Nothing 《无事生非》 Pericles, Prince of Tyre 《泰尔亲王配力克里斯》 The Comedy of Errors 《错见错觉》King Henry the Fourth(Part 1) 《亨利四世》(上) King Henry theFourth(Part2) 《亨利四世》(下) King Henry the Fifth 《亨利五世》King Henry the Sixth(Part1) 《亨利六世》(上) King Henry theSixth(Part2) 《亨利六世》(中) King Henry the Sixth(Part3) 《亨利六世》(下) King Henry the Eighth 《亨利八世》The History of Troilus and Cressida 《特洛勒罗斯与克瑞西达》The Life of Timon of Athens 《雅典人泰门》 The Merchant of Venice 《威尼斯商人》 The Merry Wives of Windsor 《温莎的风流娘儿们》 The Rape of Lucrece 《鲁克丽丝受辱记》 The Taming of the Shrew 《驯悍记》The Tempest 《暴风雨》Antony and Cleopatra 《安东尼与克莉奥佩特拉》 Coriolanus 《科利奥兰纳斯》Hamlet 《哈姆莱特》Julius Caesar 《裘力斯?凯撒》King Lear 《李尔王》Macbeth 《麦克佩斯》Othello, Moor of Venice 《奥赛罗》Romeo and Juliet 《罗密欧与朱丽叶》Titus Andronicus 《泰特斯?安德洛尼克斯》 The Two Gentlemen of Verona 《维洛那二绅士》 The Winter's Tale 《冬天的故事》Twelfth Night 《第十二夜》The Passionate Pilgrim 《爱情的礼赞》 Venus and Adonis 《维纳斯与阿都尼》The Phoenix and the Turtle 《凤凰和斑鸠》 The Sonnets 《十四行诗》Anna Howard Shaw (1847-1919) 安娜?霍华德?萧 The Story of A Pioneer 《一个先驱的故事》 Mary W? Shelly (1797-1851) 玛丽.W.雪莱 Frankenstein 《弗兰肯斯坦》Samuel Smiles (1812-1904) 塞缪尔?斯迈尔斯 Men of Invention and Industry 《工程师传记集》Life of Thomas Telford 《托马斯?梯尔福德传》 Self Help 《自助》John Philip Sousa (1854-1932) 约翰.菲利普.苏泽 The Fifth String 《第五根弦》Andrew Steinmetz (1816-1877) 安德鲁?斯坦美兹 The Gaming Table (Vol.1, Vol.2) 《赌桌》(上,下) Laurence Sterne (1713-1768) 劳伦斯?斯特恩 TheLife and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman 《商第传》A Sentimental Journey 《感伤的旅行》Robert L. Stevenson (1850-1894) 罗伯特. L. 斯蒂文森 Prince Otto 《奥托王子》Treasure Island 《金银岛》Across the Plains 《横穿普莱恩斯》An Inland Voyage 《内河航程》Ballads 《叙事诗》In the South Seas 《在南海》Kidnapped 《绑架》Catriona (Kidnapped2) 《卡特林娜》(《绑架》续集) The Master of Ballantrae 《巴伦特雷少爷》 The Black Arrow 《黑箭》The Silverado Squatters 《西尔韦拉多-斯卡特斯》 The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 《化身博士》 Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes 《驴背旅程》 Weir of Hermiston 《赫米斯顿的韦尔》New Arabian Nights 《新天方夜谭》Moral Emblems 《道德徽章》The Wrong Box 《错箱记》Underwoods 《下层林丛》Tales and Fantasies 《故事与幻想作品》Familiar Studies of Men & Books 《对人与书的浅陋研究》 Memories and Portraits 《回忆与肖像》Essays of Travel 《旅行随笔》Records of a Family of Engineers 《一个工程师家庭的生活实录》 The Merry Men 《快乐的男人们》Fables 《寓言集》A Child's Garden of Verses 《儿童诗苑》Songs of Travel 《旅行之歌》The Art of Writing 《写作的艺术》A Footnote to History 《历史的注脚》New Poems 《新诗集》Frank Stockton (1834-1902) 弗兰克?斯托克顿 The Magic Egg and Other Stories 《魔蛋及其他故事》 The Great War Syndicate 《辛迪加的伟大战争》Bram Stoker(1847-1912) 布拉姆?斯多可 Dracula 《德拉库拉》Harriet B? Stowe (1811-1896) 斯陀夫人 Uncle Tom's Cabin 《汤姆大伯的小屋》 Robert Southey (1774-1843) 罗伯特.骚塞 The Life of Horatio Lord Nelson 《纳尔逊传》 Lytton Strachey (1880-1932) 利顿.斯特雷奇 Queen Victoria 《维多利亚女王》Jonathan Swift (1667-1745) 琼纳森?斯威夫特 Gulliver's Travels 《格列佛游记》The Battle of the Books and Others 《书的战争》 A Modest Proposal 《一个温和的建议》 J? M? Synge (1871-1909) J? M? 沁孤 Riders to the Sea 《骑马下海的人》The Tinker's Wedding 《补锅匠的婚礼》 The Well of the Saints 《圣泉》The Playboy of the Western World 《西域的健儿》 Booth Tarkington (1869-1946) 布斯?塔金顿 The Flirt 《调情》The Conquest of Canaan 《迦南的征服》 Penrod 《彭罗德》The Turmoil 《骚乱》Alice Adams 《爱丽丝.亚当斯》Bayard Taylor (1825-1878) 贝亚德?泰勒 Beauty and the Beast 《美女与野兽》 Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) 萨拉? 蒂斯代尔 Love Songs 《恋歌》Helen of Troy And Other Poems 《特洛伊的海伦》 Flame and Shadow 《火与影》Rivers to the Sea 《江河归大海》Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) 阿尔弗莱德?丁尼生 Idylls of the King 《国王叙事诗》The Princess 《公主》William Thackeray (1811-1863) 威廉?萨克雷 The Rose and the Ring 《玫瑰与戒指》 Vanity Fair 《名利场》Francis Thompson (1859-1907) 弗朗西斯.汤普森 New Poems 《新诗》Poems 《诗集》Henry D. Thoreau (1817-1862) 亨利?D?梭罗 Walden 《瓦尔登湖》Walking 《漫步》Civil Disobedience 《论公民的不服从》Antony Trollope (1815-1882) 安东尼?特罗洛普 The Warden 《养老院院长》Hunting Sketches 《狩猎札记》Mark Twain (1835-1910) 马克?吐温A Horse's Tale 《马的故事》Captain Stormfield's Visit to Heaven《斯托姆菲尔德船长漫游天国记》A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court《亚瑟王朝廷上的康涅狄克州美国人》A Tramp Abroad 《国外浪游》Life on the Mississippi 《在密西西比河上》Mark Twain's Speeches 《演讲集》The $30,000 Bequest 《三万元遗产》The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn 《哈克贝利?费恩历险记》 The Adventures of Tom Sawyer 《汤姆?索耶历险记》 Tom Sawyer Abroad 《汤姆?索耶在国外》Tom Sawyer Detective 《汤姆?索耶探案》The Innocents Abroad 《傻子出国记》The Prince and the Pauper 《王子与贫儿》The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson 《傻瓜威尔逊的悲剧》 What is Man 《人是什么东西》Donald Mackenzie Wallace (1841-1919) 唐纳德.麦肯齐.华莱士 Russia 《俄罗斯》Mary Wollstonecraft (1759-1797) 玛丽?沃斯通克拉夫特 Maria, or The Wrongs of Women 《玛丽亚, 或女人的受罪》 Horace Walpole (1717-1797) 霍勒斯?沃波尔The Castle of Otranto 《奥托兰图堡》M. L. Weems (1759-1825) M.L.威姆斯The Life of General Francis Marion 《马里恩将军传》 H. G. Wells (1866-1946) 赫伯特?乔治?威尔斯Ann Veronica 《安?维罗尼卡》God the Invisible King 《上帝--无形的国王》Soul of A Bishop 《主教的灵魂》The Door in the Wall and Other Stories 《墙中之门及其他故事》 The First Man in the Moon 《月球上的第一个人》 The Invisible Man 《隐身人》The Island of Doctor Moreau 《莫洛医生的岛屿》 The Time Machine 《时间机器》The War in the Air 《空中战争》The War of the Worlds (I,II) 《星际战争》(上,下) Tono Bungay 《托诺?邦盖》The World Set Free 《世界获释》The Wheels of Chance 《命运之轮》When the Sleeper Wakes 《睡眠者醒来时》Edith Wharton (1862-1937) 伊迪丝?华顿The Glimpses of the Moon 《望月》Bunner Sisters 《邦纳姐妹》House of Mirth 《欢乐之家》Summer 《夏天》The Age of Innocence 《天真的时代》The Reef 《暗礁》The Touchstone 《试金石》。
AN OCCURRENCE AT OWL CREEK BRIDGEby Ambrose BierceA man stood upon a railroad bridge in northern Alabama, looking down into the swift water twenty feet below. The man's hands were behind his back, the wrists bound with a cord. A rope closely encircled his neck. It was attached to a stout cross-timber above his head and the slack feel to the level of his knees. Some loose boards laid upon the ties supporting the rails of the railway supplied a footing for him and his executioners -- two private soldiers of the Federal army, directed by a sergeant who in civil life may have been a deputy sheriff. At a short remove upon the same temporary platform was an officer in the uniform of his rank, armed. He was a captain. A sentinel at each end of the bridge stood with his rifle in the position known as "support," that is to say, vertical in front of the left shoulder, the hammer resting on the forearm thrown straight across the chest -- a formal and unnatural position, enforcing an erect carriage of the body. It did not appear to be the duty of these two men to know what was occurring at the center of the bridge; they merely blockaded the two ends of the foot planking that traversed it.Beyond one of the sentinels nobody was in sight; the railroad ran straight away into a forest for a hundred yards, then, curving, was lost to view. Doubtless there was an outpost farther along. The other bank of the stream was open ground -- a gentle slope topped with a stockade of vertical tree trunks, loopholed for rifles, with a single embrasure through which protruded the muzzle of a brass cannon commanding the bridge. Midway up the slope between the bridge and fort were the spectators -- a single company of infantry in line, at "parade rest," the butts of their rifles on the ground, the barrels inclining slightly backward against the right shoulder, the hands crossed upon the stock. A lieutenant stood at the right of the line, the point of his sword upon the ground, his left hand resting upon his right. Excepting the group of four at the center of the bridge, not a man moved. The company faced the bridge, staring stonily, motionless. The sentinels, facing the banks of the stream, might have been statues to adorn the bridge. The captain stood with folded arms, silent, observing the work of his subordinates, but making no sign. Death is a dignitary who when he comes announced is to be received with formal manifestations of respect, even by those most familiar with him. In the code of military etiquette silence and fixity are forms of deference.The man who was engaged in being hanged was apparently about thirty-five years of age. He was a civilian, if one might judge from his habit, which was that of a planter. His features were good -- a straight nose, firm mouth, broad forehead, from which his long, dark hair was combed straight back, falling behind his ears to the collar of his well fitting frock coat. He wore a moustache and pointed beard, but no whiskers; his eyes were large and dark gray, and had a kindly expression which one would hardly have expected in one whose neck was in the hemp. Evidently this was no vulgar assassin. The liberal military code makes provision for hanging many kinds of persons, and gentlemen are not excluded.The preparations being complete, the two private soldiers stepped aside and each drew away the plank upon which he had been standing. The sergeant turned to the captain, saluted and placed himself immediately behind that officer, who in turn moved apart one pace. These movements left the condemned man and the sergeant standing on the two ends of the same plank, which spanned three of the cross-ties of the bridge. The end upon which the civilian stood almost, but not quite, reached a fourth. This plank had been held in place by the weight of the captain; it was now held by that of the sergeant. At a signal from the former the latter would step aside, the plank would tilt and the condemned man go down between two ties. The arrangement commended itself to his judgement as simple and effective. His face had not been covered nor his eyes bandaged. He looked a moment at his "unsteadfast footing," then let his gaze wander to the swirling water of the stream racing madly beneath his feet. A piece of dancing driftwood caught his attention and his eyes followed it down the current. How slowly it appeared to move! What a sluggish stream!He closed his eyes in order to fix his last thoughts upon his wife and children. The water, touched to gold by the early sun, the brooding mists under the banks at some distance down the stream, the fort, the soldiers, the piece of drift -- all had distracted him. And now he became conscious of a new disturbance. Striking through the thought of his dear ones was sound which he could neither ignore nor understand, a sharp, distinct, metallic percussion like the stroke of a blacksmith's hammer upon the anvil; it had the same ringing quality. He wondered what it was, and whether immeasurably distant or near by -- it seemed both. Its recurrence was regular, but as slow as the tolling of a death knell. He awaited each new stroke with impatience and -- he knew not why -- apprehension. The intervals of silence grew progressively longer; the delays became maddening. With their greater infrequency the sounds increased in strength and sharpness. They hurt his ear like the trust of a knife; he feared he would shriek. What he heard was the ticking of his watch.He unclosed his eyes and saw again the water below him. "If I could free my hands," he thought, "I might throw off the noose and spring into the stream. By diving I could evade the bullets and, swimming vigorously, reach the bank, take to the woods and get away home. My home, thank God, is as yet outside their lines; my wife and little ones are still beyond the invader's farthest advance."As these thoughts, which have here to be set down in words, were flashed into the doomed man's brain rather than evolved from it the captain nodded to the sergeant. The sergeant stepped aside.IIPeyton Fahrquhar was a well to do planter, of an old and highly respected Alabama family. Being a slave owner and like other slave owners a politician, he was naturally an original secessionist and ardently devoted to the Southern cause. Circumstances of an imperious nature, which it is unnecessary to relate here, had prevented him from taking service with that gallant army which had fought the disastrous campaigns ending with the fall of Corinth, and he chafed under the inglorious restraint, longing for the release of his energies, the larger life of the soldier, the opportunity for distinction. That opportunity, he felt, would come, as it comes to all in wartime. Meanwhile he did what he could. No service was too humble for him to perform in the aid of the South, no adventure to perilous for him to undertake if consistent with the character of a civilian who was at heart a soldier, and who in good faith and without too much qualification assented to at least a part of the frankly villainous dictum that all is fair in love and war.One evening while Fahrquhar and his wife were sitting on a rustic bench near the entrance to his grounds, a gray-clad soldier rode up to the gate and asked for a drink of water. Mrs. Fahrquhar was only too happy to serve him with her own white hands. While she was fetching the water her husband approached the dusty horseman and inquired eagerly for news from the front."The Yanks are repairing the railroads," said the man, "and are getting ready for another advance. They have reached the Owl Creek bridge, put it in order and built a stockade on the north bank. The commandant has issued an order, which is posted everywhere, declaring that any civilian caught interfering with the railroad, its bridges, tunnels, or trains will be summarily hanged. I saw the order.""How far is it to the Owl Creek bridge?" Fahrquhar asked."About thirty miles.""Is there no force on this side of the creek?""Only a picket post half a mile out, on the railroad, and a single sentinel at this end of the bridge.""Suppose a man -- a civilian and student of hanging -- should elude the picket post and perhaps get the better of the sentinel," said Fahrquhar, smiling, "what could he accomplish?"The soldier reflected. "I was there a month ago," he replied. "I observed that the flood of last winter had lodged a great quantity of driftwood against the wooden pier at this end of the bridge. It is now dry and would burn like tinder."The lady had now brought the water, which the soldier drank. He thanked her ceremoniously, bowed to her husband and rode away. An hour later, after nightfall, he repassed the plantation, going northward in the direction from which he had come. He was a Federal scout.IIIAs Peyton Fahrquhar fell straight downward through the bridge he lost consciousness and was as one already dead. From this state he was awakened -- ages later, it seemed to him -- by the pain of a sharp pressure upon his throat, followed by a sense of suffocation. Keen, poignant agonies seemed to shoot from his neck downward through every fiber of his body and limbs. These pains appeared to flash along well defined lines of ramification and to beat with an inconceivably rapid periodicity. They seemed like streams of pulsating fire heating him to an intolerable temperature. As to his head, he was conscious of nothing but a feeling of fullness -- of congestion. These sensations were unaccompanied by thought. The intellectual part of his nature was already effaced; he had power only to feel, and feeling was torment. He was conscious of motion. Encompassed in a luminous cloud, of which he was now merely the fiery heart, without material substance, he swung through unthinkable arcs of oscillation, like a vast pendulum. Then all at once, with terrible suddenness, the light about him shot upward with the noise of a loud splash; a frightful roaring was in his ears, and all was cold and dark. The power of thought was restored; he knew that the rope had broken and he had fallen into the stream. There was no additional strangulation; the noose about his neck was already suffocating him and kept the water from his lungs. To die of hanging at the bottom of a river! -- the idea seemed to him ludicrous. He opened his eyes in the darkness and saw above him a gleam of light, but how distant, how inaccessible! He was still sinking, for the light became fainter and fainter until it was a mere glimmer. Then it began to grow and brighten, and he knew that he was rising toward the surface -- knew it with reluctance, for he was now very comfortable. "To be hanged and drowned," he thought, "that is not so bad; but I do not wish to be shot. No; I will not be shot; that is not fair."He was not conscious of an effort, but a sharp pain in his wrist apprised him that he was trying to free his hands. He gave the struggle his attention, as an idler might observe the feat of a juggler, without interest in the outcome. What splendid effort! -- what magnificent, what superhuman strength! Ah, that was a fine endeavor! Bravo! The cord fell away; his arms parted and floated upward, the hands dimly seen on each side in the growing light. He watched them with a new interest as first one and then the other pounced upon the noose at his neck. They tore it away and thrust it fiercely aside, its undulations resembling those of a water snake. "Put it back, put it back!" He thought he shouted these words to his hands, for the undoing of the noose had been succeeded by the direst pang that he had yet experienced. His neck ached horribly; his brain was on fire, his heart, which had been fluttering faintly, gave a great leap, trying to force itself out at his mouth. His whole body was racked and wrenched with an insupportable anguish! But his disobedient hands gave no heed to the command. They beat the water vigorously with quick, downward strokes, forcing him to the surface. He felt his head emerge; his eyes were blinded by the sunlight; his chest expanded convulsively, and with a supreme and crowning agony his lungs engulfed a great draught of air, which instantly he expelled in a shriek!He was now in full possession of his physical senses. They were, indeed, preternaturally keen and alert. Something in the awful disturbance of his organic system had so exalted and refined them that they made record of things never before perceived. He felt the ripples upon his face and heard their separate sounds as they struck. He looked at the forest on the bank of the stream, saw the individual trees, the leaves and the veining of each leaf -- he saw the very insects upon them: the locusts, the brilliant bodied flies, the gray spiders stretching their webs from twig to twig. He noted the prismatic colors in all the dewdrops upon a million blades of grass. The humming of the gnats that danced above the eddies of the stream, the beating of the dragon flies' wings, the strokes of the water spiders' legs, like oars which had lifted their boat -- all these made audible music. A fish slid along beneath his eyes and he heard the rush of its body parting the water.He had come to the surface facing down the stream; in a moment the visible world seemed to wheel slowly round, himself the pivotal point, and he saw the bridge, the fort, the soldiers upon the bridge, the captain, the sergeant, the two privates, his executioners. They were in silhouette against the blue sky. They shouted and gesticulated, pointing at him. The captain had drawn his pistol, but did not fire; the others were unarmed. Their movements were grotesqueand horrible, their forms gigantic.Suddenly he heard a sharp report and something struck the water smartly within a few inches of his head, spattering his face with spray. He heard a second report, and saw one of the sentinels with his rifle at his shoulder, a light cloud of blue smoke rising from the muzzle. The man in the water saw the eye of the man on the bridge gazing into his own through the sights of the rifle. He observed that it was a gray eye and remembered having read that gray eyes were keenest, and that all famous marksmen had them. Nevertheless, this one had missed.A counter-swirl had caught Fahrquhar and turned him half round; he was again looking at the forest on the bank opposite the fort. The sound of a clear, high voice in a monotonous singsong now rang out behind him and came across the water with a distinctness that pierced and subdued all other sounds, even the beating of the ripples in his ears. Although no soldier, he had frequented camps enough to know the dread significance of that deliberate, drawling, aspirated chant; the lieutenant on shore was taking a part in the morning's work. How coldly and pitilessly -- with what an even, calm intonation, presaging, and enforcing tranquility in the men -- with what accurately measured interval fell those cruel words:"Company! . . . Attention! . . . Shoulder arms! . . . Ready! . . . Aim! . . . Fire!"Fahrquhar dived -- dived as deeply as he could. The water roared in his ears like the voice of Niagara, yet he heard the dull thunder of the volley and, rising again toward the surface, met shining bits of metal, singularly flattened, oscillating slowly downward. Some of them touched him on the face and hands, then fell away, continuing their descent. One lodged between his collar and neck; it was uncomfortably warm and he snatched it out.As he rose to the surface, gasping for breath, he saw that he had been a long time under water; he was perceptibly farther downstream -- nearer to safety. The soldiers had almost finished reloading; the metal ramrods flashed all at once in the sunshine as they were drawn from the barrels, turned in the air, and thrust into their sockets. The two sentinels fired again, independently and ineffectually.The hunted man saw all this over his shoulder; he was now swimming vigorously with the current. His brain was as energetic as his arms and legs; he thought with the rapidity of lightning:"The officer," he reasoned, "will not make that martinet's error a second time. It is as easy to dodge a volley as a single shot. He has probably already given the command to fire at will. God help me, I cannot dodge them all!"An appalling splash within two yards of him was followed by a loud, rushing sound, DIMINUENDO, which seemed to travel back through the air to the fort and died in an explosion which stirred the very river to its deeps! A rising sheet of water curved over him, fell down upon him, blinded him, strangled him! The cannon had taken an hand in the game. As he shook his head free from the commotion of the smitten water he heard the deflected shot humming through the air ahead, and in an instant it was cracking and smashing the branches in the forest beyond."They will not do that again," he thought; "the next time they will use a charge of grape. I must keep my eye upon the gun; the smoke will apprise me -- the report arrives too late; it lags behind the missile. That is a good gun." Suddenly he felt himself whirled round and round -- spinning like a top. The water, the banks, the forests, the now distant bridge, fort and men, all were commingled and blurred. Objects were represented by their colors only; circular horizontal streaks of color -- that was all he saw. He had been caught in a vortex and was being whirled on with a velocity of advance and gyration that made him giddy and sick. In few moments he was flung upon the gravel at the foot of the left bank of the stream -- the southern bank -- and behind a projecting point which concealed him from his enemies. The sudden arrest of his motion, the abrasion of one of his hands on the gravel, restored him, and he wept with delight. He dug his fingers into the sand, threw it over himself in handfuls and audibly blessed it. It looked like diamonds, rubies, emeralds; he could think of nothing beautiful which it did not resemble. The trees upon the bank were giant garden plants; he noted a definite order in their arrangement, inhaled the fragrance of their blooms. A strange roseate light shone through the spaces among their trunks and the wind made in their branches the music of AEolian harps. He had not wish to perfect his escape -- he was content to remain in that enchanting spot until retaken.A whiz and a rattle of grapeshot among the branches high above his head roused him from his dream. The baffled cannoneer had fired him a random farewell. He sprang to his feet, rushed up the sloping bank, and plunged into the forest.All that day he traveled, laying his course by the rounding sun. The forest seemed interminable; nowhere did he discover a break in it, not even a woodman's road. He had not known that he lived in so wild a region. There was something uncanny in the revelation.By nightfall he was fatigued, footsore, famished. The thought of his wife and children urged him on. At last he found a road which led him in what he knew to be the right direction. It was as wide and straight as a city street, yet it seemed untraveled. No fields bordered it, no dwelling anywhere. Not so much as the barking of a dog suggested human habitation. The black bodies of the trees formed a straight wall on both sides, terminating on the horizon in a point, like a diagram in a lesson in perspective. Overhead, as he looked up through this rift in the wood, shone great golden stars looking unfamiliar and grouped in strange constellations. He was sure they were arranged in some order which had a secret and malign significance. The wood on either side was full of singular noises, among which -- once, twice, and again -- he distinctly heard whispers in an unknown tongue.His neck was in pain and lifting his hand to it found it horribly swollen. He knew that it had a circle of black where the rope had bruised it. His eyes felt congested; he could no longer close them. His tongue was swollen with thirst; he relieved its fever by thrusting it forward from between his teeth into the cold air. How softly the turf had carpeted the untraveled avenue -- he could no longer feel the roadway beneath his feet!Doubtless, despite his suffering, he had fallen asleep while walking, for now he sees another scene -- perhaps he has merely recovered from a delirium. He stands at the gate of his own home. All is as he left it, and all bright and beautiful in the morning sunshine. He must have traveled the entire night. As he pushes open the gate and passes up the wide white walk, he sees a flutter of female garments; his wife, looking fresh and cool and sweet, steps down from the veranda to meet him. At the bottom of the steps she stands waiting, with a smile of ineffable joy, an attitude of matchless grace and dignity. Ah, how beautiful she is! He springs forwards with extended arms. As he is about to clasp her he feels a stunning blow upon the back of the neck; a blinding white light blazes all about him with a sound like the shock of a cannon -- then all is darkness and silence!Peyton Fahrquhar was dead; his body, with a broken neck, swung gently from side to side beneath the timbers of the Owl Creek bridge.End。