初中英语浅易读物(经典)-.docVIP

1 My fathers tears There are seven children in my family, and we all loved to hear stories when we were young. My mother and father would take turns telling us stories. My fathers favorite story is one which he told us many times. My father was a mining engineer who worked in many different countries. Every year, it seemed, he went to a different place to work. About forty years ago, when my older brother and I were babies, my father was working in Texas. The company for which he worked had just opened a new mine deep in the Texas hills. They had sent my father there to direct the work. The mine was sixty miles from the nearest city, Lamesa. Life at the mining camp was primitive（原始的） and difficult, so my mother, my brother, and I stayed at home in Chicago. The company promised my father that he wouldnt have to stay more than a few months. My father had been at the mine for about six weeks. The work was going along well. My father was waiting for the day when he could return home to his family. He and my mother wrote to each other, but it was difficult for letters to reach the camp. Sometimes they sent a man from the mine of Zenith, a town about twenty miles away, to pick up the mail. Zenith was a town of about twenty people, and at that time, there was no railroad there. There were few roads, and communication was poor. The telephone lines didnt then reach such out-of-the-way places. The mail arrived in Zenith only once a week and sometimes not even that often. One night it was raining a little, and the wind had begun to blow very hard. My father was getting ready for bed, but he decided to go out and looked around the mine. He wanted to be sure the horses were all right. The wind was blowing harder and harder, and something struck my father in the eye. It felt very sharp. The pain was very strong. My father put his hand to his eye and rubbed it lightly, but the pain continued. Tears filled his eye as he hurried to finish his work. It was dark and with his one eye