现代大学英语精读4Unit2SpringSowing原文.docx

1、现代大学英语精读4Unit2SpringSowing原文Spring SowingIt was still dark when Martin Delaney and his wife Mary got up. Martin stood in his shirt by the window, rubbing his eyes and yawning, while Mary raked out the live coals that had lain hidden in the ashes on the hearth all night. Outside, cocks were crowing a

2、nd a white streak was rising form the ground, as it were, and beginning to scatter the darkness. It was a February morning, dry, cold and starry.The couple sat down to their breakfast of tea, bread and butter, in silence. They had only been married the previous autumn and it was hateful leaving a wa

3、rm bed at such and early hour. Martin, with his brown hair and eyes, his freckled face and his little fair moustache, looked too young to be married, and his wife looked hardly more than a girl, red-cheeked and blue-eyed, her black hair piled at the rear of her head with a large comb gleaming in the

4、 middle of the pile, Spanish fashion. They were both dressed in rough homespuns, and both wore the loose white shirt that Inverara peasants use for work in the fields.They ate in silence, sleepy and yet on fire with excitement, for it was the first day of their first spring sowing as man and wife. A

5、nd each felt the glamour of that day on which they were to open up the earth together and plant seeds in it. But somehow the imminence of an event that had been long expected loved, feared and prepared for made them dejected. Mary, with her shrewd womans mind, thought of as many things as there are

6、in life as a woman would in the first joy and anxiety of her mating. But Martins mind was fixed on one thought. Would he be able to prove himself a man worthy of being the head of a family by dong his spring sowing well?In the barn after breakfast, when they were getting the potato seeds and the lin

7、e for measuring the ground and the spade, Martin fell over a basket in the half-darkness of the barn, he swore and said that a man would be better off dead than. But before he could finish whatever he was going to say, Mary had her arms around his waist and her face to his. Martin, she said, let us

8、not begin this day cross with one another. And there was a tremor in her voice. And somehow, as they embraced, all their irritation and sleepiness left them. And they stood there embracing until at last Martin pushed her from him with pretended roughness and said: Come, come, girl, it will be sunset

9、 before we begin at this rate.Still, as they walked silently in their rawhide shoes through the little hamlet, there was not a soul about. Lights were glimmering in the windows of a few cabins. The sky had a big grey crack in it in the east, as if it were going to burst in order to give birth to the

10、 sun. Birds were singing somewhere at a distance. Martin and Mary rested their baskets of seeds on a fence outside the village and Martin whispered to Mary proudly: We are first, Mary. And they both looked back at the little cluster of cabins that was the centre of their world, with throbbing hearts

11、. For the joy of spring had now taken complete hold of them.They reached the little field where they were to sow. It was a little triangular patch of ground under an ivy-covered limestone hill. The little field had been manured with seaweed some weeks before, and the weeds had rotted and whitened on

12、 the grass. And there was a big red heap of fresh seaweed lying in a corner by the fence to be spread under the seeds as they were laid. Martin, in spite of the cold, threw off everything above his waist except his striped woolen shirt. Then he spat on his hands, seized his spade and cried: Now you

13、are going to see what kind of a man you have, Mary.There, now, said Mary, tying a little shawl closer under her chin.Arent we boastful this early hour of the morning? Maybe Ill wait till sunset to see what kind of a man I have got.The work began. Martin measured the ground by the southern fence for

14、the first ridge, a strip of ground four feet wide, and he placed the line along the edge and pegged it at each end. Then he spread fresh seaweed over the strip. Mary filled her apron with seeds and began to lay them in rows. When she was a little distance down the ridge, Martin advanced with his spa

15、de to the head, eager to commence.Now in the name of God, he cried, spitting on his palms, let us raise the first sod!Oh, Martin, wait till Im with you ! cried Mary, dropping her seeds on the ridge and running up to him .Her fingers outside her woolen mittens were numb with the cold, and she couldnt

16、 wipe them in her apron. Her cheeks seemed to be on fire. She put an arm round Martins waist and stood looking at the green sod his spade was going to cut, with the excitement of a little child.Now for Gods sake, girl, keep back!said Martin gruffly. Suppose anybody saw us like this in the field of o

17、ur spring sowing, what would they take us for but a pair of useless, soft, empty-headed people that would be sure to die of hunger? Huh! He spoke very rapidly, and his eyes were fixed on the ground before hm. His eyes had a wild, eager light in them as if some primeval impulse were burning within hi

18、s brain and driving out every other desire but that of asserting his manhood and of subjugating the earth.Oh, what do we care who is looking? said Mary; but she drew back at the same time and gazed distantly at the ground. Then Martin cut the sod, and pressing the spade deep into the earth with his

19、foot, he turned up the first sod with a crunching sound as the grass roots were dragged out of the earth. Mary sighed and walked back hurriedly to her seeds with furrowed brows. She picked up her seeds and began to spread them rapidly to drive out the sudden terror that had seized her at that moment

20、 when she saw the fierce, hard look in her husbands eyes that were unconscious of her presence. She became suddenly afraid of that pitiless, cruel earth, the peasants slave master that would keep her chained to hard work and poverty all her life until she would sink again into its bosom. Her short-l

21、ived love was gone. Henceforth she was only her husbands helper to till the earth. And Martin, absolutely without thought, worked furiously, covering the ridge with block earth, his sharp spade gleaming white as he whirled it sideways to beat the sods.Then, as the sun rose,the little valley beneath

22、the ivy-covered hills became dotted with white shirts, and everywhere men worked madly, without speaking, and women spread seeds. There was no heat in the light of the sun, and there was a sharpness in the still thin air that made the men jump on their spade halts ferociously and beat the sods as if

23、 they were living enemies. Birds hopped silently before the spades, with their heads cocked sideways, watching for worms. Made brave by hunger, they often dashed under the spades to secure their food. Then, when the sun reached a certain point, all the women went back to the village to get dinner fo

24、r their men, and the men worked on without stopping.Then the women returned,almost running, each carrying a tin can with a flannel tied around it and a little bundle tied with a white cloth, Martin threw down his spade when Mary arrived back in the field. Smiling at one another they sat under the hi

25、ll for their meal .It was the same as their breakfast, tea and bread and butter.Ah, said Martin, when he had taken a long draught of tea form his mug, is there anything in this world as fine as eating dinner out in the open like this after doing a good mornings work? There, I have done two ridges an

26、d a half. Thats more than any man in the village could do. Ha! And he looked at his wife proudly.Yes,isnt it lovely, said Mary, looking at the back ridges wistfully. She was just munching her bread and butter .The hurried trip to the village and the trouble of getting the tea ready had robbed her of

27、 her appetite. She had to keep blowing at the turf fire with the rim of her skirt, and the smoke nearly blinded her. But now, sitting on that grassy knoll, with the valley all round glistening with fresh seaweed and a light smoke rising from the freshly turned earth, a strange joy swept over her. It

28、 overpowered that other felling of dread that had been with her during the morning.Martin ate heartily, reveling in his great thirst and his great hunger, with every pore of his body open to the pure air. And he looked around at his neighbors fields boastfully, comparing them with his own. Then he l

29、ooked at his wifes little round black head and felt very proud of having her as his own. He leaned back on his elbow and took her hand in his. Shyly and in silence, not knowing what to say and ashamed of their gentle feelings, they finished eating and still sat hand in hand looking away intothe dist

30、ance. Everywhere the sowers were resting on little knolls, men,women and children sitting in silence. And the great calm of nature in spring filled the atmosphere around them. Everything seemed to sit still and wait until midday had passed. Only the gleaming sun chased westwards at a mighty pace, in

31、 and out through white clouds.Then in a distant field an old man got up, took his spade and began to clean the earth from it with a piece of stone. Therasping noise carried a long way in the silence. That was the signal for a general rising all along the little valley. Young men stretched themselves

32、 and yawned. They walked slowly back to their ridges.Martins back and his wrists were getting sore, and Mary felt that if she stooped again over her seeds her neck would break, but neither said anything and soon they had forgotten their tiredness in the mechanical movement of their bodies. The strong smell of the upturned earth acted like a drug on their nerves.In the afternoon, when the sun was strongest, the old men of the village came out to look attheir people sowing. Martins grandfather, almost bent double over his thick stick stoppedin the land outside the field and groaning loudl