第三册Unit 1TextA young man finds that strolling along the streets without an obvious purpose can lead to trouble with the law. One misunderstanding leads to another until eventually he must appear in court for trial……A Brush with the LawI have only once been in trouble with the law. The whole process of being arrested and taken to court was a rather unpleasant experience at the time, but it makes a good story now. What makes it rather disturbing was the arbitrary circumstances both of my arrest and my subsequent fate in court.In happened in February about twelve years ago. I had left school a couple of months before that and was not due to go to university until the following October. I was still living at home at the time.One morning I was in Richmond, a suburb of London near where I lived. I was looking for a temporary job so that I could save up some money to go travelling. As it was a fine day and I was in no hurry, I was taking my time, looking in shop windows, strolling in the park, and sometimes just stopping and looking around me. It must have been this obvious aimlessness that led to my downfall.It was about half past eleven when it happened. I was just walking out of the local library, having unsuccessfully sought employment there, when I saw a man walking across the road with the obvious intention of talking to me.I thought he was going to ask me the time. Instead, he said he was a police officer and he was arresting me. At first I thought it was some kind of joke. But then another policeman appeared, this time in uniform, and I was left in no doubt.'But what for?' I asked."Wandering with intent to commit an arrestable offence,' he said.'What offence?' I asked.'Theft,' he said.'Theft of what?' I asked.'Milk bottles,' he said, and with a perfectly straight face too!'Oh,' I said.It turned out there had been a lot of petty thefts in the area, particularly that of stealing milk bottles from doorsteps.Then I made my big mistake. At the time I was nineteen, had long untidy hair, and regarded myself as part of the sixties' 'youth countercultrue. As a result, I want to appear cool and unconcerned with the incident, so I said, 'How long have you been following me?' in the most casual and conversation tone I could manage. I thus appeared to them to be quite familiar with this sort of situation, and it confirmed them in their belief that I was a thoroughly disreputable character.A few minutes later a police car arrived.'Get in the back," they said. 'Put your hands on the back of the front seat and don't move them.'They got in on either side of me. I wasn't funny any more.At the police station they questioned me for several hours. I continued to try to look worldly and au fait with the situation. When they asked me what I had been doing, I told them I'd been looking for a job. 'Aha,' I could see them thinking, 'unemployed'.Eventually, I was officially charged and told to report to Richmond Magistrates' Court the following Monday. Then they let me go.I wanted to conduct my own defence in court, but as soon as my father found out what had happened, he hired a very good solicitor. We went along that Monday armed with all kinds of witnesses, including my English teacher from school as a character witness. But he was never called on to give evidence. My 'trial' didn't get that far. The magistrate dismissed the case after fifteen minutes. I was free. The poor police had never stood a chance. The solicitor even succeeded in getting costs awarded against the police.And so I do not have a criminal record. But what was most shocking at the time was the things my release from the charge so clearly depended on. I had the 'right' accent, respectable middle-class parents in court, reliable witnesses, and I could obviously afford a very good solicitor. Given the obscure nature of the charge, I feel sure that if I had come from a different background, and had really been unemployed, there is every chance that I would have been found guilty. While asking for costs to be awarded, my solicitor's case quite obviously revolved around the fact that I had a 'brilliant academic record'.Meanwhile, just outside the courtroom, one of the policemen who had arrested me was gloomily complaining to my mother that another youngster had been turned against the police. 'You could have been a bit more helpful when we arrested you,' he said to me reproachfully.What did the mean? Presumably that I should have looked outraged and said something like, 'Look here, do you know who you're talking to? I am a highly successful student with a brilliant academic record. How dare you arrest me!' Then they, presumably, would have apologized, perhaps even taken off their caps, and let me on my way.NEW WORDSbrushn. brief fight or encounter 小冲突；小接触processn. course; method, esp. one used in manufacture 过程；制作法arbitrarya. based on one's own opinion only, not on reason 任意的；武断的circumstancen. (usu. pl.) conditions, facts, etc. connected with an event or person 情况，环境subsequenta. following, later 随后的，接下去的faten. what will happen or happened to sb. or sth. 命运duea. expected; supposed (to) 预期的；约定的；到期的temporarya. lasting only for a limited time 暂时的strolla. walk at leisure 散步，闲逛obviousa. easily seen or understood; clear 明显的，显而易见的downfalln. ruin 垮台；衰落employmentn. one's regular work or occupation; job 职业；工作wandervi. move about without a purpose 闲逛；漫游commitvt. do (sth. wrong, bad, or unlawful)干（坏事），犯（错误、罪）arrestablea. deserving to be arrestedoffence (AmE offense)n. crime; the hurting of feelings; something unpleasant 罪行；冒犯；不愉快的事straight facea face or expression that shows no emotion, humor, or thought 板着的脸pettya. small; unimportant 小的；不足道的doorstepn. a step in front of a doorregardvt. consider in the stated way 把……看作；把认为(as)counterculturen. a culture, esp. of the young who oppose the traditional standards and customs of their society 反主流文化unconcerneda. not worried; untroubled; indifferent 无忧虑的；淡漠的casuala. careless; informal 漫不经心的，随便的conversationala. of or commonly used in talking 会话（用）的confirmvt. make certain; support 证实，肯定；确定beliefn. something believed; trust 相信；信念；信仰thoroughlyad. completely; in every way 完全地，彻底地thorough a.disreputablea. having or showing a bad character; having a bad name 声名狼籍的worldlya. experienced in the ways of society 老于世故的au faita. (F) familiar 熟悉的；精通的ahaint. a cry of surprise, satisfaction, etc. 啊哈！magistraten. civil officer acting as a judge in the lowest courts 地方法官conductvt. direct the course of; manage 处理；主持；引导；指挥defence (AmE defense)n. the act of defending in court the person who has been charged 辨护solicitorn. (esp. in Britain) lawyer who advises clients on legal matters and speaks on their behalf in lower courts （初级）律师witnessn. a person who gives evidence in a court of law; sth. serving as evidence or proof 证人；证据trialn. the act or fact of examining and deciding a civil or criminal case by a law court 审判dismissvt. (of a judge) stop (a court case) 驳回，对……不予受理costn. (pl.) the cost of having a matter settled in a law court. esp. that paid to the winning party by the losing party 诉讼费awardvt. give by a decision in court of law; give or grant by an official decision 判给；授予accentn. way of speaking typical of the natives or residents of a region, or of any other group 口音；腔调respectablea. deserving respect 值得尊敬的reliablea. that may be relied or depended upon 可靠的，可信赖的givenprep. taking into account; if allowed or provided with 考虑到；假定obscurea. not clearly seen or understood 模糊的；晦涩的guiltya. having broken a law; showing or feeling that one has done wrong 有罪的；内疚的revolvev. (cause to) go round in a circle （使）旋转brillianta. causing great admiration or satisfaction; splendid 辉煌的；卓越的courtroomn. a room where a law court is held 审判室meanwhilead. during the same period of time 同时gloomilyad. depressedly, dejectedly 忧郁地；沮丧地complainvi. speak in an unhappy, annoyed, dissatisfied way 抱怨complaint n.reproachfullyad. 责备地presumablyad. probablyoutragevt. arouse anger or resentment by injury or insult 引起……的气愤successfula. having done what one has tried to do; having gained a high position in life, one's job. etc. 成功的；有成就的apologizevi. say one is sorry 道歉，谢罪apology n.PHRASES & EXPRESSIONStake sb. to courtstart an action in law against sb. 对某人提出诉讼a couple of(informal) a small number of, a few, usually two 少数，几（个）；一对save upkeep for future use; put money away in the form of savings 储蓄take one's timedo sth. in a leisurely manner; not hurry 慢慢来，不着急at firstat the beginning 起先turn outprove to be 结果；证明是call onask (sb.) to do sth. esp. formally 要求stand a chancehave an opportunity; be likely to do or get sth. 有机会，有希望revolve aroundhave as a center or main subjectturn against(cause to) oppose, be hostile toPROPER NAMESRichmond里士满（英国地名）Richmond Magistrates' Court里士满地方法院Unit 2TextAunt Bettie is faced with a difficult decision. A wounded Union soldier is found hiding in a farmhouse near her home. She has to decide whether tohelp him or let him be captured. What will she choose to do?The Woman Who Would Not TellJanice Keyser Lester"I never did hate the Yankees. All that hated was the war.……"That's how my great-aunt Bettie began her story. I heard it many times as a child, whenever my family visited Aunt Bettie in the old house in Berryville, Virginia. Aunt Bettie was almost 80 years old then. But I could picture her as she was in the story she told me —— barely 20, pretty, with bright blue eyes.Bettie Van Metre had good reason to hate the Civil War. One of her brother was killed at Gettysburg, another taken prisoner. Then her young husband, James, a Confederate officer, was captured and sent to an unknown prison camp somewhere.One hot day in late September Dick Runner, a former slave, came to Bettie with a strange report. He had been checking a farmhouse half a mile away from the Van Metre home, a farmhouse he thought was empty. But inside, he heard low groans. Following them to the attic, he found a wounded Union soldier, with a rifle at his side.When Aunt Bettie told me about her first sight of the bearded man in the stained blue uniform, she always used the same words. "It was like walking into a nightmare: those awful bandages, that dreadful smell. That's what war is really like, child: no bugles and banners. Just pain and filth, futility and death."To Bettie Van Metre this man was not an enemy but rather a suffering human being. She gave him water and tried to clean his terrible wounds. Then she went out into the cool air and leaned against the house, trying not to be sick as she thought of what she had seen —— that smashed right hand, that missing left leg.The man's papers Bettie found in the attic established his identity: Lt. Henry Bedell, Company D, 11th Vermont Volunteers, 30 year old. She knew that she should report the presence of this Union officer to the Confederate army. But she also knew that she would not do it. This is how she explained it to me: "I kept wondering if he had a wife somewhere, waiting, and hoping, and not knowing —— just as I was. It seemed to me that the only thing that mattered was to get her husband back to her."Slowly, patiently, skillfully, James Van Metre's wife fanned the spark of life that flickered in Henry Bedell. Of drugs or medicines she had almost none. And she was not willing to take any from the few supplies at the Confederate hospital. But she did the best she could with what she had.As his strength returned, Bedell told Bettie about his wife and children in Westfield, Vermont. And BedelL listened as she told him about her brothers and about James. "I knew his wife must be praying for him," Aunt Bettie would say to me, "just as I was praying for James. It was strange how close I felt to her."The October nights in the valley grew cold. The infection in Bedell's wounds flared up. With Dick and his wife, Jennie, helping, she moved the Union officer at night, to a bed in a hidden loft above the warm kitchen of her own home.But the next day, Bedell had a high fever. Knowing that she must get helpor he would die, she went to her long-time friend and family doctor. Graham Osborne.Dr. Osborne examined Bedell, then shook his head. There was little hope, he said, unless proper medicine could be found."All right, then," Bettie said. "I'll get it from the Yankees at Harpers Ferry."The doctor told her she was mad. The Union headquarters were almost 20 miles away. Even if she reached them, the Yankees would never believe her story."I'll take proof," Bettie said. She went to the loft and came back with a blood-stained paper bearing the official War Department seal. "This is a record of his last promotion," she said. "When I show it, they'll have to believe me."She made the doctor writer out list of the medical items he needed. Early the next morning she set off.For five hours she drove, stopping only to rest her horse. The sun was almost down when she finally stood before the commanding officer at Harpers Ferry.Gen. John D. Stevenson listened, but did not believe her. "Madam," he said, "Bedell's death was reported to us.""He's alive," Bettie insisted. "But he won't be much longer unless he has the medicines on that list.""Well," the general said finally, "I'm not going to risk the lives of a patrol just to find out." He turned to a junior officer. "See that Mrs. Van Metre gets the supplies." He brushed aside Bettie's thanks. "You're a brave woman," he said, "whether you're telling the truth or not."With the medicines that Bettie carried to Berryville, Dr. Osborne brought Bedell through the crisis. Ten days later Bedell was hobbling on a pair of crutches that Dick had made for him. "I can't go on putting you in danger," Bedell told Bettie. "I'm strong enough to travel now. I'd lie to go back as soon as possible."So it was arranged that Mr. Sam, one of Bettie's neighbors and friends, should go and help Bettie deliver Bedeel to Union headquarters at Harpers Ferry in his wagon.They hitched Bettie's mare alongside Mr. Sam's mule. Bedell lay down in an old box filled with hay, his rifle and crutches beside him.It was a long, slow journey that almost ended in disaster. Only an hour from the Union lines, two horsemen suddenly appeared. One pointed a pistol, demanding money while the other pulled Mr. Sam from the wagon. Shocked, Bettie sat still. Then a rifle shot cracked out, and the man with the pistol fell to the ground dead. A second shot, and the man went sprawling. It was Bedell shooting! Bettie watched him lower the rifle and brush the hay out of his hair. "Come on, Mr. Sam," he said. "Let's keep moving."At Harpers Ferry, the soldiers stared in surprise at the old farmer and the girl. They were even more amazed when the Union officer with the missing leg rose from his hay-filled box.Bedell was sent to Washington. There he told his story to Secretary of War Edwin M. Stanton. Stanton wrote a letter of thanks to Bettie and-signed an order to free James Van Metre from prison. But first James had to be found.It was arranged for Bedell to go with Bettie as she searched for her husband.Records showed that a James Van Metre had been sent to a prison camp in Ohio. But when the ragged prisoners were paraded before Bettie, James was not there. A second prison was checked, with the same result. Bettie Van Metre fought back a chilling fear that her husband was dead.Then at Fort Delaware, near the end of the line of prisoners a tall man stepped out and stumbled into Bettie's arms. Bettie held him, tears streaming down her face. And Henry Bedell, standing by on his crutches, wept, too.NEW WORDStellv. act as an informer 告发Yankeen. (in the Civil War) a native of any of the northern states; a citizen of the U.S. 北方佬；美国佬great-auntn. an aunt of one's father or mother; sister of one's grandfather or grandmothercivila. 国内的；民间的Confederatea. of or belonging to the Confederacy 南部邦联的capturevt. make a prisoner of; seize 俘虏；夺得unknowna. whose name, nature, or origin is not knownformera. of an earlier period 以前的farmhousen. the main house on a farm, where a farmer livesgroann. a sound made in a deep voice that expresses suffering, grief or disapproval 呻吟（声）atticn. the space just under the roof of a house, esp. that made into a low small room 阁楼Union, then. those states that supported the Federal government of the U.S. during the Civil War; the U.S.A. （美国南北战争期间的）联邦政府；美国a. of or having to do with the Unionriflen. 步枪awfula. terrible; very badbandagen. a narrow long piece of material, esp. cloth, for binding a wound or injury 绷带dreadfula. very unpleasant or shocking; terriblebuglen. a musical wind instrument usually made of brass, used chiefly for military signals 军号，喇叭filthn. disgusting dirt 污秽futilityn. uselessnessfutile a.leanvi. support or rest oneself in a bent position 靠，倚establishvt. find out or make certain of (a fact, answer, etc.), prove 确立，证实identityn. who or what a particular person or thing is 身份identicala. 同一的；完全相同的确良Lt.abbr. lieutenant 陆军中尉companyn. 连volunteern. person who joins the army, navy, or air force of his own free will 志愿兵presencen. being present in a placeskillfullyad. in a skillful manner 灵巧地，娴熟地skillfula. having or showing skillfanvt. 扇，扇动；激起sparkn. 火花flickervi. burn unsteadily; shine with an unsteady lightdrugn. a medicine or substance used for medical purposessupplyn. (pl.) the food, equipment, etc. necessary for an army, expedition or the like 补给品prayvi. 祈祷valleyn. a stretch of land between hills or mountains; the land through which a stated river or great river system flows 山谷；流域infectionn. 感染；传染infect vt.flarevi. burn with a bright, unsteady flame （火焰）闪耀loftn. a room under the roof of a building, attic 阁楼ferryn. 渡口；渡船headquartersn. (used with a sing. or pl. v. ) the place from which the chief of a police force or the commanding officer of an army sends out orders 司令部proofn. evidence showing that sth. is true 证据bearvt. show; havesealn. 印，图章itemn. a single thing among a set, esp. included in a list 条；项commandinga. having command; in chargecommanding officer指挥官commandvt. 指挥Gen.abbr. general 将军madamn. respectful form of address to a woman (whether married or unmarried)夫人，太太，女士，小姐riskvt. endanger; take the chance ofpatroln. a small group of soldiers, vehicles, etc. sent out to search for the enemy, or to protect a place from the enemy 巡逻队juniora. younger or lower in rank than anotherhobblevi. walk awkwardly; limp 跛行；蹒跚crutchn. support used under the arm to help a lame person to walk 拐杖wagonn. four-wheeled vehicle for carrying goods, pulled by horses or oxen 四轮运货马（牛）车hitchvt. fasten with a hook, ring, rope, etc. 钩住，拴住，套住maren. female horse or donkeyalongsideprep. close to; along the side ofmulen. an animal that has a donkey and a horse as parents 骡disastern. a great or sudden misfortune; terrible accidentlinen. a row of defence works, esp. that nearest the enemy 战线，防线horsemann. a person who rides a horse, esp. one who is skilledpistoln. handgun 手枪crackv. (cause to) make a sudden explosive sound （使）发出爆裂声sprawlvi. lie or sit with hands and feet spread out, esp. ungracefullylowervt. move or let down in height 放下；放低secretaryvt. an official who takes charge of a governmental department; an employee in an office, who is in charge of correspondence, records, making appointments, etc. 部长，大臣；秘书raggeda. (of a person ) dressed in old torn clothes; (of clothes) old an torn 衣衫褴褛的；破旧的paradevt. cause to walk in an informal procession for the purpose of being looked at; cause to march in procession 使列队行进n. 游行；检阅chillv. (cause to) have a feeling of cold as from fear; (cause to ) become cold, esp. without freezing （使）感到冷；（使）冷fortn. 要塞，堡垒stumblevi. walk or move in an unsteady way; strike the foot against sth. and almost fallstreamvi. flow fast and strongly; pour outPHRASES & EXPRESSIONStake prisonercapture and hold as a prisoner, esp. as a prisoner of war 俘虏flare upbreak out or intensify suddenly or violently; burst into bright flame or rage 突发；加剧；突然发光；突然发怒write outwrite in full, write (sth. formal)brush asidedisregard, ignore 不理；漠视bring throughsave (sb.) from (an illness, etc.)PROPER NAMESBerryville贝里维尔（美国地名）Virginia弗吉尼亚（美国州名）Bettie Van Metre贝蒂.范.米特the Civil War（美国）南北战争Gettysburg葛底斯堡（美国城市）Dick Runner迪克.朗纳Henry Bedell亨利.贝德尔Vermont佛蒙特（美国州名）Westfield韦斯菲尔德（美国地名）Jennie詹妮（女子名）Graham Osborne 格雷厄姆.奥斯本Harpers Ferry哈珀斯渡口（美国地名）Stevenson史蒂文森（姓氏）Secretary of War(old use)（美国）陆军部长Edwin M. Stanton埃德温.M.斯坦顿Ohio俄亥俄（美国州名）Fort Delaware特拉华堡（美国地名）Unit 3TextEvery teacher probably asks himself time and again: What are the reasons for choosing teaching as a career? Do the rewards teaching outweigh the trying comments? Answering these questions is not a simple task. Let's see what the author says.Why I TeachPeter G. BeidlerWhy do you teach? My friend asked the question when I told him that I didn't want to be considered for an administrative position. He was puzzled that I did not want what was obviously a "step up" toward what all Americansare taught to want when they grow up: money and power.Certainly I don't teach because teaching is easy for me. Teaching is the most difficult of the various ways I have attempted to earn my living: mechanic, carpenter, writer. For me, teaching is a red-eye, sweaty-palm, sinking-stomach profession. Red-eye, because I never feel ready to teach no matter how late I stay up preparing. Sweaty-palm, because I'm always nervous before I enter the classroom, sure that I will be found out for the fool that I am. Sinking-stomach, because I leave the classroom an hour later convinced that I was even more boring than usual.Nor do I teach because I think I know answers, or because I have knowledge I feel compelled to share. Sometimes I am amazed that my students actually take notes on what I say in class!Why, then, do I teach?I teach because I like the pace of the academic calendar. June, July, and August offer an opportunity for reflection, research and writing.I teach because teaching is a profession built on change. When the material is the same, I change ——and, more important, my students change.I teach because I like the freedom to make my own mistakes, to learn my own lessons, to stimulate myself and my students. As a teacher, I'm my own boss. If I want my freshmen to learn to write by creating their own textbook, who is to say I can't? Such courses may be huge failures, but we can all learn from failures.I teach because I like to ask questions that students must struggle to answer. The world is full of right answers to bad questions. While teaching, I sometimes find good questions.I teach because I enjoy finding ways of getting myself and my students out of the ivory tower and into the real world. I once taught a course called "Self-Reliance in a Technological Society." My 15 students read Emerson, Thoreau, and Huxley. They kept diaries. They wrote term papers.But we also set up a corporation, borrowed money, purchased a run-down house and practiced self-reliance by renovating it. At the end of the semester, we would the house, repaid our loan, paid or taxes, and distributed the profits among the group.So teaching gives me pace, and variety, and challenge, and the opportunity to keep on learning.I have left out, however, the most important reasons why I teach.One is Vicky. My first doctoral student, Vicky was an energetic student who labored at her dissertation on a little-known 14th century poet. She wrote articles and sent them off to learned journals. She did it all herself, with an occasional nudge from me. But I was there when she finished her dissertation, learned that her articles were accepted, got a job and won a fellowship to Harvard working on a book developing ideas she'd first had as my student.Another reason is George, who started as an engineering student, then switched to English because he decided he liked people better than things.There is Jeanne, who left college, but was brought back by her classmates because they wanted her to see the end of the self-reliance house project. Iwas here when she came back. I was there when she told me that she later became interested in the urban poor and went on to become a civil rights lawyer.There is Jacqui, a cleaning woman who knows more by intuition than most of us learn by analysis. Jacqui has decided to finish high school and go to college.These are the real reasons I teach, these people who grow and change in front of me. Being a teacher is being present at the creation, when the clay begins to breathe.A "promotion" out of teaching would give me money and power. But I have money. I get paid to do what I enjoy: reading, talking with people, and asking question like, "What is the point of being rich?"And I have power. I have the power to nudge, to fan sparks, to suggest books, to point out a pathway. What other power matters?But teaching offers something besides money and power: it offers love. Not only the love of learning and of books and ideas, but also the love that a teacher feels for that rare student who walks into a teacher's life and begins to breathe. Perhaps love is the wrong word: magic might be better.I teach because, being around people who are beginning to breathe, I occasionally find myself catching my breath with them.NEW WORDSadministrativea. of the management of affairs 行政的，管理的administrationn. 管理（部门），行政（机关）puzzlevt. fill with doubt and confusion 使迷惑step (-) upn. promotion; increase in size, speed, etc.mechanicn. skilled workman, esp. one who uses or repairs machines and tools 机械工；机修工sweatya. covered with sweat, sweatingpalma. 手掌professionn. occupation, esp. one requiring special training, such as law, medicine, or teachingconvincevt. make (sb.) feel certain; cause (sb.) to realizecompelvt. force (sb. or sth. to do sth.)pacen. rate or speed of development, or in walking, etc. 速度；步速calendarn. 日程表，日历。
