英语原文故事阅读
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It was a day like the day before and the day after. The wind wrapped itlf around the sod cabin in gusting moans as the pioneer family within carried out their tasks pretending not to hear. They heard the wind, however. It had been their constant panion on the open plains since their journey from Philadelphia two years before in the spring of 1865. Following the covered wagon train of ten, the wind had lifted the drab landscape into billows of dust falling on everyone and everything until there emed but one color and one sound.
Now Rachel sat on the bed hand-stitching a quilt while her mother hunched over a wing machine across the room rocking her feet backwards and forwards on a foot treadle that turned the shaft that moved the needle. The thumping counter pointed the wind outside. Laughter and giggling erupted from Rachel's younger brother and sister playing jacks on the floor and it brought a smile to their sister's face, but when she glanced back at their mother she stopped smiling.
3p模式Rachel felt that her parents worked too hard. They rarely had fun or relaxation like they had enjoyed in
Philadelphia. Now her father was always in the fields. Her mother prepared meals on a wood-stoked stove, did the laundry on a washboard, baked flatbread and wed clothes
to trade for goods in town. Rachel remembered her mother singing and ing stories at one time but that was before she had begun plaining about the wind and the dirt and the mud. Eventually she had stopped plaining, but she had stopped singing, too.
The door swung open and it was Rachel's father.
日本黑道Entering in a puff of dust, he coughed and wiped his forehead. "Mighty hot day out there."
带我去海边"Well, I've got ale for you and flatbread too," replied his wife. She ro from the wing machine and began
tting the table as her husband ead himlf into a chair.
"I know. I could smell it from outside. Smelled so good I came in early. What el have you all been up to while I was clearing rows with Molly and Bell?"
"Rachel's done with her quilt."
"Oh?" Rachel's father turned to look as his older daughter proudly showed off her masterpiece. It was a cheerful blooming of color with stitches outlining the squares.
"That's a mighty fine piece of work." He nodded. "How
'bout us going into town this Saturday. You can show off
your quilt, your mother can take her flatbread, and I've got a bushel of onions ready."表格文字居中
The young children whooped excitedly and Michael, the boy, began dancing around the room, lifting his knees and clapping. There was reason for jubilation. The 20-mile trip to t
own in the buckboard was a once-a-month affair to which everyone in the family looked forward.
The town of Wausa, Nebraska was not unlike other little towns that had sprung up to wele the pioneers. It was a mix of old and new buildings with wood plank sidewalks and a wide main street of dirt to aommodate trains of oxen. In one of the newer buildings was the general store. Guarding the door was a wooden Indian and next to it hung a bird cage. The family stopped for a moment to look at the yellow bird inside.
When they stepped into the store it was a univer all its own. There was the scent of wood and soap and spice. The walls were lined with racks of crates and mason jars, and along the aisles were bushel barrels of potatoes and apples. In the back neatly propped against the wall were bolts of fabric. While her brother and sister explored the store and her parents spoke with the grocer about their bread and onions, Rachel wandered back outside to look at the bird.
So bright a yellow it was a miniature piece of the sun in that dusty place. It hopped from perch to perch rarely standing still and as it hopped it kept its eyes on Rachel. Suddenly a shadow pasd over the girl and startled, she looked up to e a Sioux Indian brave. Her heart beat faster. Indians sometimes came to town to barter although
it was discouraged by the shopkeepers. Such a history of warfare existed between Indians and white ttlers that no one felt safe. But this Indian was as fascinated by the
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bird as Rachel. He stared intently and then said something she couldn't understand. Seeing her puzzled face he repeated in English, "It listens to the wind."
Before Rachel could think about what he had said, the Indian turned and walked away. Her parents appeared a moment later, having en him through the window.
"Are you all right?" asked her father.
Rachel nodded. "He w
as just looking at the canary."
At that moment the little bird lifted its head, swelled its chest, and sang out a joyous trill. Rachel saw her mother's face light up with delight.
Rachel traded her quilt for the canary and never regretted it becau the little bird entertained them endlessly. Sir Gallant, they called him becau he did battle with the wind. The louder the wind the more loudly
he sang, petition so fierce that sometimes everyone burst幼儿园师德故事
out laughing. Sir Gallant lifted their spirits turning dust days back into sunshine days.
Rachel thought about what the Indian had said. She'd heard the wind but unlike the canary she'd never listened
to it. Now when she tried she could hear music in the moaning. Of cour the music was faint and hidden in the background and she needed her imagination, but it was there if she truly listened. She began humming the sounds she heard. "That's a pretty tune" her mother mented one day, "what song is that?" Rachel didn't reply, unsure how to explain, and her mother didn't press the question. Soon she, too, began humming.
笔记本品牌排行榜Oasionally bachelor cowpokes stopped by the cabin to
品德合格buy flatbread or to have their clothes mended. They were always weled, not for the money in their pocket but for
their pany. With no neighbors for twenty miles, it was
lonely on the plains. The family and guests traded news, shared a meal, and were renaded by Sir Gallant who was often the center of conversation.
One afternoon the younger daughter Mary noticed the canary sitting motionless on his perch. "Is Sir Gallant sick?" she asked in alarm.
