Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961)
Hemingway was born in Oak Park, Illinois, the son of a doctor, who gave him an enduring enthusiasm for the outdoor life. As a boy Hemingway spent summer vacations in the woods of upper Michigan that became the tting for some of his best-known stories. He volunteered for rvice as an ambulance driver with the Italian Army and was riously wounded in the fighting on the Austrian fron toward the end of World War I. Having recovered from his wounds, he went to Paris as a correspondent for the Toronto Star and there met, among other writer, Ezra Pound and Gertrude Stein. They encouraged him in the invention of his own style, and by twenty-five he was well on his way to mastery of the craft of fiction. From the publication of his first books he was acclaimed as a spokesman for the “Lost Generation”----the yound who had been disillusioned and cast adrift by the muderous blunders of tho who had plunged the world into war. The Hemingway hero and his code of conduct----living with “grace under pressure”---were as widely emulated and admired as the style of his short stories and novels. He was an enthusiastic and discriminating bullfight fan, big-game hunter,and fisherman who personal exploits kept him often in the limelight.
During the Spanish Civil War he wen to Spain as a war correspondent and wrote one of his best novels, For Whom the Bell Tolls (1940), about that conflict. Later he followed the American Army in Europe as a correspondent before returning to peacetime life at his home in Cuba. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in 1954. At a time when he emed to be falling out of fashion and his old vigor was waning becau of physical ailments and emotional breakdowns, he killed himlf with a shotgun. His novels include The Sun Also Ris (1926), A Tarewell to Arms (1929), To Have and Have Not (1937), and The Old Man and the Sea (1952). In A Moveable Feast (1964) he recreates the Paris of his earlier years. His story collections include In Our Time (1925), Men Without Women (1927), and Winner Take Nothing211排名 (1933).
“Indian Camp” is the cond story from Hemingway’s first collection of short stories. In the middle of the night, Dr. Adams, his son Nick and his brother George enter a shanty where an Indian woman is screaming in pain. Nick witness the birth of a child and the death of the woman’s husband. At the end of the story, Nick talks with his father about the event and finally he feels quite sure that “he would never die”.
Indian Camp
养生药膳At the lake shore there was another rowboat drawn up. The two Indians stood waiting.
Nick and his father got in the stern of the boat and the Indians shoved it off and one of them got in to row. Uncle George sat in the stern of the camp rowboat. The yound Indian shoved the camp boat of and got in to row Uncle George.
The two boats started off in the dark. Nick heard the oarlocks of the other boat quite a way ahead of them in the mist. The Indians rowed with quick choppy strokes. Nick lay back with his father’s arm around him. It was cold on the water. The Indian who was rowing them was working very hard, but the other boat moved further ahead in the mist all the time.
“Where are we going, Dad?” Nick asked.
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“Over to the Indian camp. There is an Indian lady very sick.”
“Oh,” said Nick.
Across the bay they found the other boat beached.荷兰阿根廷 Uncle George was smoking a cigar in the dark. They young Indian pulled the boat way up on the beach. Uncle George gave both the Indians cigars.
They walked up from the beach through a meadow that was soaking wet with dew, following the young Indian who carried a lantern. Then they went into the woods and followed a trail that led to the logging road that ran back into the hills. It was much lighter on the logging road as the timber was cut away on both sides. The young Indian stopped and blew out his lantern and they all walked on along the road.
They came around a bend and a dog came out barking. Ahead were the lights of shanties where the Indian bark-peelers lived. More dogs runshed out at them. The two Indians nt them back to the shanties. In the shanty nearest the road there was a light in the window. And old woman stood in the doorway holding a lamp.
Inside on a wooden bunk lay a young Indian woman. She had been trying to have her b
aby for two days. All the old women in the camp had been helping her. The men had moved off up the road to sit in the dark and smoke out of range of the noi she made. She screamed just as Nick and the two Indians followed his father and Uncle George into the shanty. She lay in the lower bunk, very big under a quilt. Her head was turned to one side. In the upper bunk was her husband. He had cut his foot very badly with an axe three days before. He was smoking a pipe. The room smelled very bad.
Nick’s father ordered some water to be put on the stove, and while it was heating he spoke to Nick.
“This lady is going to have a baby, Nick,” he said.
“I know,” said Nick.
欢乐颂谢童“You don’t know,” said his father. “Listen to me. What she is going through is called being in labor. The baby wants to be born and she wants it to be born. All her muscles are trying to get the baby born. That is what is happening when she screams.”
“I e,” Nick said.
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Just then the woman cried out.
“Oh, Daddy, can’t you give her something to make her stop screaming?”asked Nick.
“No. I haven’t any anaesthetic,” his father said. “But her screams are not important. I don’t hear them becau they are not important.”
林海音The husband in the upper bunk rolled over against the wall.
The woman in the kitchen motioned to the doctor that the water was hot. Nick’s father went into the kitchen and poured about half of the water out of the big kettle into a basin. Into the water left in the kettle he put veral things he unwrapped from a handkerchief.
“Tho must boil,” he said, and began to scrub his hands in the basin of hot water with a cake of soap he had brought from the camp. Nick watched his father’s hands scrubbing each other withe soap. While his father washed his hands very carefully and thoroughly, he talked.
