📝 您未登录，登录后完成练习可保存成绩、查看最佳记录。
总字符
0
正确字符
0
错误字符
0
错误率
0.00%
耗时(秒)
0
速度 WPM
0
0 / 54
1Well, last I pulled out some of my hair, and blooded the axe good, and stuck it on the back side, and slung the axe in
2the corner. Then I took up the pig and held him to my breast with my jacket (so he couldn't drip) till I got a good
3piece below the house and then dumped him into the river. Now I thought of something else. So I went and got the bag of
4meal and my old saw out of the canoe, and fetched them to the house. I took the bag to where it used to stand, and
5ripped a hole in the bottom of it with the saw, for there warn't no knives and forks on the place--pap done everything
6with his clasp-knife about the cooking. Then I carried the sack about a hundred yards across the grass and through the
7willows east of the house, to a shallow lake that was five mile wide and full of rushes--and ducks too, you might say,
8in the season. There was a slough or a creek leading out of it on the other side that went miles away, I don't know
9where, but it didn't go to the river. The meal sifted out and made a little track all the way to the lake. I dropped
10pap's whetstone there too, so as to look like it had been done by accident. Then I tied up the rip in the meal sack with
11a string, so it wouldn't leak no more, and took it and my saw to the canoe again. It was about dark now; so I dropped
12the canoe down the river under some willows that hung over the bank, and waited for the moon to rise. I made fast to a
13willow; then I took a bite to eat, and by-and-by laid down in the canoe to smoke a pipe and lay out a plan. I says to
14myself, they'll follow the track of that sackful of rocks to the shore and then drag the river for me. And they'll
15follow that meal track to the lake and go browsing down the creek that leads out of it to find the robbers that killed
16me and took the things. They won't ever hunt the river for anything but my dead carcass. They'll soon get tired of that,
17and won't bother no more about me. All right; I can stop anywhere I want to. Jackson's Island is good enough for me; I
18know that island pretty well, and nobody ever comes there. And then I can paddle over to town nights, and slink around
19and pick up things I want. Jackson's Island's the place. I was pretty tired, and the first thing I knowed I was asleep.
20When I woke up I didn't know where I was for a minute. I set up and looked around, a little scared. Then I remembered.
21The river looked miles and miles across. The moon was so bright I could a counted the drift logs that went a-slipping
22along, black and still, hundreds of yards out from shore. Everything was dead quiet, and it looked late, and smelt late.
23You know what I mean--I don't know the words to put it in. I took a good gap and a stretch, and was just going to
24unhitch and start when I heard a sound away over the water. I listened. Pretty soon I made it out. It was that dull kind
25of a regular sound that comes from oars working in rowlocks when it's a still night. I peeped out through the willow
26branches, and there it was--a skiff, away across the water. I couldn't tell how many was in it. It kept a-coming, and
27when it was abreast of me I see there warn't but one man in it. Think's I, maybe it's pap, though I warn't expecting
28him. He dropped below me with the current, and by-and-by he came a-swinging up shore in the easy water, and he went by
29so close I could a reached out the gun and touched him. Well, it was pap, sure enough--and sober, too, by the way he
30laid his oars. I didn't lose no time. The next minute I was a-spinning down stream soft but quick in the shade of the
31bank. I made two mile and a half, and then struck out a quarter of a mile or more towards the middle of the river,
32because pretty soon I would be passing the ferry landing, and people might see me and hail me. I got out amongst the
33driftwood, and then laid down in the bottom of the canoe and let her float. I laid there, and had a good rest and a
34smoke out of my pipe, looking away into the sky; not a cloud in it. The sky looks ever so deep when you lay down on your
35back in the moonshine; I never knowed it before. And how far a body can hear on the water such nights! I heard people
36talking at the ferry landing. I heard what they said, too--every word of it. One man said it was getting towards the
37long days and the short nights now. T'other one said this warn't one of the short ones, he reckoned--and then they
38laughed, and he said it over again, and they laughed again; then they waked up another fellow and told him, and laughed,
39but he didn't laugh; he ripped out something brisk, and said let him alone. The first fellow said he 'lowed to tell it
40to his old woman--she would think it was pretty good; but he said that warn't nothing to some things he had said in his
41time. I heard one man say it was nearly three o'clock, and he hoped daylight wouldn't wait more than about a week
42longer. After that the talk got further and further away, and I couldn't make out the words any more; but I could hear
43the mumble, and now and then a laugh, too, but it seemed a long ways off. I was away below the ferry now. I rose up, and
44there was Jackson's Island, about two mile and a half down stream, heavy timbered and standing up out of the middle of
45the river, big and dark and solid, like a steamboat without any lights. There warn't any signs of the bar at the
46head--it was all under water now. It didn't take me long to get there. I shot past the head at a ripping rate, the
47current was so swift, and then I got into the dead water and landed on the side towards the Illinois shore. I run the
48canoe into a deep dent in the bank that I knowed about; I had to part the willow branches to get in; and when I made
49fast nobody could a seen the canoe from the outside. I went up and set down on a log at the head of the island, and
50looked out on the big river and the black driftwood and away over to the town, three mile away, where there was three or
51four lights twinkling. A monstrous big lumber-raft was about a mile up stream, coming along down, with a lantern in the
52middle of it. I watched it come creeping down, and when it was most abreast of where I stood I heard a man say, "Stern
53oars, there! heave her head to stabboard!" I heard that just as plain as if the man was by my side. There was a little
54gray in the sky now; so I stepped into the woods, and laid down for a nap before breakfast.
🎉 全部完成！共 54 行