[American Story] 【整理】2008-03-08 The Californian's Tale (4)

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American Story  : The Californian's Tale (4)

 

Written by Mark Twain




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【整理】－－春山如笑

 

"Drop that glass and take the other one." he whispered. He gave the remaining glass of whiskey to Henry, just as the clock began to strike midnight.

 

Henry emptied the glass. His face grew whiter and whiter. "Boys," he said,"I am feeling sick. I want to lie down." Henry was asleep almost before the words were out of his mouth. In a moment, his two friends had picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. They closed the door and came back. They seemed to be getting ready to leave, so I said,"Please don't go, gentlemen. She will not know me. I am a stranger to her."

 

They looked at each other."His wife has been dead for 19 years." Tom said.

 

"Dead?" I whispered.

 

"That or worse," he said," she went to see her parents about 6 months after she got married. On her way back, on a Saturday evening in June, when she was almost here, the Indians captured her. No one ever saw her again. Henry lost his mind. He thinks she is still alive. When June comes he thinks she has gone on her trip to see her parents. Then he begins to wait for her to come back. He gets out that old letter. And we come around to visit. So he can read it to us. On the Saturday night she is supposed to come home, we come here to be with him. We put a sleeping drug in his drink so he will sleep through the night. Then he is all right for another year.''

 

Joe picked up his hat and his guitar."We have done this every June for 19 years." He said,"The first year, there were 27 of us. Now just the two of us are left."

 

He opened the door of the pretty little house. And the two old men disappeared into the darkness of the Stanislaus.

 

You have just heard the story "The Californian's Tale". It was written by Mark Twain and adapted for Special English by Donna de Sanctis.

[ 本帖最后由 春山如笑 于 2008-3-12 18:10 编辑 ]

omkys

"Drop that glass and take the other one."he whispered.He gave the remaining glass of whiskey to henry just as the clock began to strike midnight.Henry emptied the glass.His face grew whiter and whiter."Boys,"he said,"I am feeling sick.I want to lie down."Henry was asleep almost before the words were out of his mouth.In a moment,his two friends had picked his up and carried him into the bedroom.They closed the door and came back.They seem to be getting ready to leave,so i said,"Please don't go,gentlemen.She will not know me,i am a stranger to her."They looked at each other."His wife has been dead for 19 years."Tom said."dead?"I whispered."Dead worse,"he said,"she went to see her parents about 6 months after she got married.On the way back,on a saturday evening in june,when she was almost here,Indians captured her.No one ever saw her again.Henry lost his mind,he thinks she is still alive.When june comes he thinks she has gone on her trip to see her parents.Then he began to wait for her to come back.He gets out that old letter.And we come around a visit.So he can read it to us.On the saturday night she is supposed to come home.We come here to be with him.We put a sleeping drug in his drink so he will sleep through the night.Then he is alright for another year.Joe picked up his hat and his guitar."We have done this every june for 19 years."He said, "the first year there were 27 of us.Now just the two of us left."He opened the door of the pretty little house.And the two old men disappeared into the darkness of the Stanislau.

 

 

You had just heared the story "The Californian's Tale".It was written by Mark Twain.And adapted for a special english by *.

lily tiger

HOMEWORK

"Drop that glass and take the other one." He whispered. He gave the remaining glass of whiskey to Henry just as the clock began to strike midnight.

Henry emptied the glass. His face grew whiter and whiter.
"Boys," he said,"I am feeling sick. I want to lie down." Henry was asleep almost before the words were out of his mouth. In a moment, his two friends had picked his up and carried him into the bedroom. They closed the door and came back. They seemed to be getting ready to leave, so i said,"Please don't go, gentlemen. She will not know me,I am a stranger to her."
They looked at each other.
"His wife has been dead for 19 years." Tom said.
"Dead?"I whispered.
"Dead worse." he said,"She went to see her parents about 6 months after she got married.On the way back,on a Saturday evening in June, when she was almost here,Indians captured her. No one ever saw her again. Henry lost his mind, he thinks she is still alive. When June comes, he thinks she has gone on her trip to see her parents. Then he begins to wait for her to come back. He gets out that old letter and we come around a visit, so he can read it to us.
On the saturday night she is supposed to come home. We come here to be with him. We put a sleeping drug in his drink so he will sleep through the night. Then he is alright for another year."
Joe picked up his hat and his guitar.
"We have done this every June for 19 years." He said, "The first year there were 27 of us. Now just the two of us left."
He opened the door of the pretty little house and the two old men disappeared into the darkness of the Stanislau.

You had just heared the story "The Californian's Tale". It was written by Mark Twain and adapted for a special english by Dona De Sanctis.

真心真意

"Drop the glass and take the other one"he whispered,he gave the remaining glass of whiskey to Henry,just as the clock began to strike the midnight.Henry emptied the glass ,his face grew whiter and whiter."Boys",he said,"i am feeling sick,i want to lie down" Henry was asleep almost before the words went out of his mouth.In a moment, his two friends had picked him up and carried him into his bedroom.They closed the door and came back.They seem to be getting ready to leave.so i said,"please don't go , gentlemen, she will not know me ,i am a stranger to her". They looked at each other ,"his wife has been dead for nineteen years",Tom said. "dead?" i whispered . "dead was "he said,"she went to see her parents six months after she got married,on the way back,on the saturday evening,in june,when she was almost here, indians captured her.No one ever saw her again.Henry ,lost his mind ,he thinks she is still alive when june comes he thinks she has gone on her trip to see her parents.Then he begins to wait for her to come back ,he gets out to letter a letter and we come around to visit,so he can read it to us.on the saturday night,she is supposed to come home,we come here to be with him,we put a sleeping drug in his drink so he will sleep through the night, then he is all right for another year"Joe picked up his hat and he is get on," we have done this every june for nineteen years" he said," the first year, there were 27 of us, now just two of us are left," he opened the door of the pretty little house and to all the men disappeared into the darkness of the Stanistaw.

sparrow919

ON omkys

"Drop that glass and take the other one." he whispered. He gave the remaining glass of whiskey to Henry, just as the clock began to strike midnight. Henry emptied the glass. His face grew whiter and whiter. "Boys," he said," I am feeling sick, I want to lie down." Henry was asleep almost before the words were out of his mouth. In a moment, his two friends had picked his up then carried him into the bedroom. They closed the door and came back. They seem to be getting ready to leave, so I said," Please don't go, gentlemen. She will not know me, I am a stranger to her." They looked at each other." His wife has been dead for 19 years." Tom said. "Dead?" I whispered. " Dead worse," he said," she went to see her parents about 6 months after she got married. On the way back, on a Saturday evening in June, when she was almost here, Indians captured her, no one ever saw her again. Henry lost his mind, he thinks she is still alive. When June comes he thinks she has gone on her trip to see her parents. Then he begins to wait for her to come back. He gets out that old letter. And we come around a visit. So he can read it to us. On the Saturday night she is supposed to come home. We come here to be with him. We put a sleeping drug in his drink so he will sleep through the night. Then he is alright for another year. Joe picked up his hat and his guitar." We have done this every June for 19 years." He said," the first year there were 27 of us. Now just the two of us are left." He opened the door of the pretty little house. And the two old men disappeared into the darkness of the Stanislau.

jessiyear

Homework

 

“Drop that glass and take the other one.” He whispered.

He gave the remaining glass of whisky to Henry just the clock began to strike the midnight. Henry emptied the glass. His face grew whiter and whither.

“Boys,” he said, “I’m feeling sick. I want to lie down.”

Henry was asleep, almost before the words were out of his mouth. In a moment, his two friends had picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. They closed the door and came back. They seemed to be getting ready to leave, so I said “Please don’t go, gentlemen. She will not know me. I’m a stranger to her.”

They looked each other.

“His wife has been dead for nineteen years.” Tom said.

“Dead?” I whispered.

“Dead worse” he said, “She went to see her parents about six months after she gets married. On the way back, on a Saturday evening in June, when she was almost here, Indians captured her. No one ever saw her again. Henry lost his mind. He thinks she is still alive. When June comes, he thinks she’s gone her trip to see her parents. Then he begins to wait for her to come back. He gets out that old letter, and we come around to visit it. So he can read it to us. On the Saturday night, she is supposed to come home, we come here to be with him. We put sleep drug in his drink, so he will sleep through the night. Then he is all right for another year.”

Joe picked up his hat and his guitar.

“We have done this every June for nineteen years” he said, “The first year there were twenty-seven of us. Now just the two of us left.”

He opened the door of the pretty little house, and the two old men disappeared into the darkness of the Stanislaw.

weiyanhai111

homework  改错人了，你应该修改sparrow919的。  --chunshan

 

"Drop that glass and take the other one."he whispered.He gave the remaining glass of whiskey to henry just as the clock began to strike midnight.Henry emptied the glass.His face grew whiter and whiter."Boys,"he said,"I am feeling sick.I want to lie down."Henry was asleep almost before the words were out of his mouth.In a moment,his two friends had picked his up and carried him into the bedroom.They closed the door and came back.They seemed to be getting ready to leave,so i said,"Please don't go,gentlemen.She will not know me,i am a stranger to her."They looked at each other."His wife has been dead for 19 years."Tom said."dead?"I whispered."Dead worse,"he said,"she went to see her parents about 6 months after she got married.On the way back,on a saturday evening in june,when she was almost here,Indians captured her.No one ever saw her again.Henry lost his mind,he thinks she is still alive.When june comes he thinks she has gone on her trip to see her parents.Then he begins to wait for her to come back.He gets out that old letter.And we come around a visit.So he can read it to us.On the saturday night she is supposed to come home.We come here to be with him.We put a sleeping drug in his drink so he will sleep through the night.Then he is all right for another year.Joe picked up his hat and his guitar."We have done this every june for 19 years."He said, "the first year there were 27 of us.Now just the two of us are left."He opened the door of the pretty little house.And the two old men disappeared into the darkness of the Stanislau.

 

 

You had just heared the story "The Californian's Tale".It was written by Mark Twain.And adapted for a special english by *.

[ 本帖最后由 春山如笑 于 2008-3-11 18:47 编辑 ]

leslieyee

Homework

Dropped that glass and take another one he whispered He give the remaining glass of whiskey to Henry just a clock beggan to strike the mid-night.Henry emptied the glass,his face grew whiter and whiter.

 

'Boys' he said 'I am feeling sick I want to lie down'

Henry was asleep almost before the words were out of his mouth in a moment his two friends had picked him up and carried him into the bedroom.They closed the door and came back.

 

They seemed to be getting ready to leave ,so I said 'Please don't go gentlemen she will not know me and I am a stranger to her.'

They looked at each other 'His wife has been dead for nineteen years'Tom said

'Dead' i whispered.

'Dead worse'he said

'She went to see her parents about six months after she got married,on the way back on the saturday evening in June when she was almost here Indians captured捕获，俘虏 her.No one saw her again,Henry lost his mind he thinks she is still alive,when Jone comes he thinks she has gone on her trip to see her parents.Then he beggains to wait for her to come back.He gets out that all letters and welcome aroud visit.So he can read it to us.On the saturday night she is opposed to come home.we come here to be with him.We put up sleeping drug in his drink so he will sleep through the night ,then he is all right for another year.'

 

Jone picked up his hat and his guitar 'we have done this every June for nineteen years' he said 'The first year there were twenty -seven of us,now just two of us left.' He opened the door of the pretty little house and the two old man disappeared into the darkness of the Stanislau

[ 本帖最后由 leslieyee 于 2008-3-11 15:55 编辑 ]

小小南

"Drop that glass and take the other one."he whispered.He gave the remaining glass of whiskey to henry just as the clock began to strike midnight.Henry emptied the glass.His face grew whiter and whiter."Boys,"he said,"I am feeling sick.I want to lie down."Henry was asleep almost before the words were out of his mouth.In a moment,his two friends had picked his up and carried him into the bedroom.They closed the door and came back.They seem to be getting ready to leave,so i said,"Please don't go,gentlemen.She will not know me,i am a stranger to her."They looked at each other."His wife has been dead for 19 years."Tom said."dead?"I whispered."Dead worse,"he said,"she went to see her parents about 6 months after she got married.On the way back,on a saturday evening in June,when she was almost here,Indians captured her.No one ever saw her again.Henry lost his mind,he thinks she is still alive.When June comes he thinks she has gone on her trip to see her parents.Then he begins to wait for her to come back.He gets out that old letter.And we come around a visit.So he can read it to us.On the saturday night she is supposed to come home.We come here to be with him.We put a sleeping drug in his drink so he will sleep through the night.Then he is alright for another year.Joe picked up his hat and his guitar."We have done this every June for 19 years."He said, "the first year there were 27 of us.Now just the two of us left."He opened the door of the pretty little house.And the two old men disappeared into the darkness of the Stanislau. You had just heared the story "The Californian's Tale".It was written by Mark Twain.And adapted for a special english by Dona De Sactis.

breeze_over_sea

homework 跟着改错人了。请下面的筒子修改sparrow919。  －－春山

 

On weiyanhai111

 

"Drop that glass and take the other one."he whispered. He gave the remaining glass of whiskey to Henry just as the clock began to strike midnight.Henry emptied the glass.His face grew whiter and whiter. "Boys,"he said,"I am feeling sick. I want to lie down."Henry was asleep almost before the words were out of his mouth. In a moment,his two friends had picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. They closed the door and came back.They seemed to be getting ready to leave,so i said,"Please don't go,gentlemen.She will not know me. I am a stranger to her."They looked at each other."His wife has been dead for 19 years."Tom said."dead?"I whispered."Dead worse,"he said,"she went to see her parents about 6 months after she got married.On the way back,on a Saturday evening in June, when she was almost here, the Indians captured her. No one ever saw her again. Henry lost his mind. He thinks she is still alive. When June comes he thinks she has gone on her trip to see her parents.Then he begins to wait for her to come back. He gets out that old letter.And we come around to visit.So he can read it to us.On the saturday night she is supposed to come home.We come here to be with him.We put a sleeping drug in his drink so he will sleep through the night. Then he is all right for another year.Joe picked up his hat and his guitar."We have done this every June for 19 years."He said, "the first year there were 27 of us. Now just the two of us are left."He opened the door of the pretty little house.And the two old men disappeared into the darkness of the Stanislau.

 

 

You had just heared the story "The Californian's Tale".It was written by Mark Twain.And adapted for a special english by Donald *.

[ 本帖最后由 春山如笑 于 2008-3-11 18:48 编辑 ]

breeze_over_sea

On sparrow919

 

"Drop that glass and take the other one." he whispered. He gave the remaining glass of whiskey to Henry, just as the clock began to strike midnight. Henry emptied the glass. His face grew whiter and whiter. "Boys," he said," I am feeling sick.  I want to lie down." Henry was asleep almost before the words were out of his mouth. In a moment, his two friends had picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. They closed the door and came back. They seem to be getting ready to leave, so I said," Please don't go, gentlemen. She will not know me. I am a stranger to her." They looked at each other." His wife has been dead for 19 years." Tom said. "Dead?" I whispered. " Dead worse," he said," she went to see her parents about 6 months after she got married. On the way back, on a Saturday evening in June, when she was almost here, the Indians captured her. No one ever saw her again. Henry lost his mind. He thinks she is still alive. When June comes he thinks she has gone on her trip to see her parents. Then he begins to wait for her to come back. He gets out that old letter. And we come around to visit. So he can read it to us. On the Saturday night she is supposed to come home. We come here to be with him. We put a sleeping drug in his drink so he will sleep through the night. Then he is all right for another year. Joe picked up his hat and his guitar." We have done this every June for 19 years." He said," the first year there were 27 of us. Now just the two of us are left." He opened the door of the pretty little house. And the two old men disappeared into the darkness of the Stanislau.

 

You had just heared the story "The Californian's Tale".It was written by Mark Twain.And adapted for a special English by Donald *.

zjg000000

我怎么找不到前三段落呀？怎么查阅呀？

 

前三段分别在前三天发布了，你可以翻翻后面一两页找到。  －－春山

[ 本帖最后由 春山如笑 于 2008-3-12 18:02 编辑 ]

春山如笑

on breeze over sea

 

"Drop that glass and take the other one." he whispered. He gave the remaining glass of whiskey to Henry, just as the clock began to strike midnight.

 

Henry emptied the glass. His face grew whiter and whiter. "Boys," he said,"I am feeling sick. I want to lie down." Henry was asleep almost before the words were out of his mouth. In a moment, his two friends had picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. They closed the door and came back. They seemed to be getting ready to leave, so I said,"Please don't go, gentlemen. She will not know me. I am a stranger to her."

 

They looked at each other."His wife has been dead for 19 years." Tom said.

 

"Dead?" I whispered.

 

"That or worse," he said," she went to see her parents about 6 months after she got married. On her way back, on a Saturday evening in June, when she was almost here, the Indians captured her. No one ever saw her again. Henry lost his mind. He thinks she is still alive. When June comes he thinks she has gone on her trip to see her parents. Then he begins to wait for her to come back. He gets out that old letter. And we come around to visit. So he can read it to us. On the Saturday night she is supposed to come home, we come here to be with him. We put a sleeping drug in his drink so he will sleep through the night. Then he is all right for another year.''

 

Joe picked up his hat and his guitar."We have done this every June for 19 years." He said,"The first year, there were 27 of us. Now just the two of us are left."

 

He opened the door of the pretty little house. And the two old men disappeared into the darkness of the Stanislaus.

 

You had just heard the story "The Californian's Tale". It was written by Mark Twain and adapted for / Special English by Donna de Sanctis.

qise

"Drop that glass and take the other one."He explained.He gave the remaining glass of Whiskey to Henry,just as the clock began to strike the midnight.Henry emptied the glass.His face grew whiter and whiter."Boys,"he said,"Iam feeling sick.I want to lie down."Henry was asleep almost before the words was out of his mouth.In a moment,his two friends had to pick him up then carried him to bedroom.They closed the door and came back.They seemed to be get ready to leave,so I said,"Please don't go,gentlemen.She will not know me,I am a stranger to her."They looked each other."His wife had been dead for 19 years."Tom said."Dead ?"I whispered."That was."He said."She went to see her parents about 6 months after she get married.On the way back,on the Saturday evening in June,when she was almost here.The Indians captured her.No one had saw her again.Henry lost his mind.He thinks she is still alive.When Joe comes,he think she has gone a trip to see her parents.Then he begin to wait her to come back.He gets that old letter and we come around to him.So he can read for us.On the Saturday night,she is supposed to come home.We come here to be with him.We put a sleeping drug in his glass,so he was asleep through the night.The he will all right for the another year."Joe picked up his hat and his guitar."We have done this every June for 19 years.He said.The first year was 27 of us.Now two of us left."He open the door of his pretty little house.And two old man disappeared into the darkness of the Stanislau.

You have just heard the story Californian's Tale.It was written by Mark Twain and adapted for Special English by Donald Satnis.

飞花满楼

"Drop that glass and take the other one." he whispered.He gave the remaining glass of whisky to Harry just as the clock began to strite to midnight. Harry emptied the glass.His face grew whiter and whiter."Boys," he said,"I'm feeling sick. I want to lie down." Harry was asleep almost before the words were out of his mouth. In a moment, his two friends picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. They closed the door and came back. They seemed to be getting ready to leave, so I said "Please don't go , gentleman. She will not know me , I'm a stranger to her." They looked at each other."His wife has been dead for 19 years." Tom said. "Dead?" I respond."Dead was." he said. She went to see her parents about 6 months after she get married . On way back, at Saturday evening in June when she was almost here.Indians captured her. No one ever saw her again. Harry lost his mind. He thinks she is still alive." When you comes, he thinks she has gone on her trip to see her parents.Then he began to wait for her to come back.He gets out later or later, and we come round to visit, so he came read to us.On the Saturday night, she is supposed to come home. We come here,to be with him. We put a sleeping drug in his drind , so he would sleep through the night, then he is all right for another year. Jone picked up his hat and his gitar."We have done this every June for 19 years." he said." The first year there were 27 of us.Now just two of us so left." They opened the door of the pretty little house.And the two old men disappeared to into the darkness of the . You have just heard the story "The California S" was written by Mark Twain and Special English by