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Once More To The Lake原文及译文打印版.pdf

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Once More To The Lake One summer, along about 1904, my father rented a camp on a lake in Maine and took us all there for the month of August. We all got ringworm from some kittens and had to rub Pond's Extract on our arms and legs night and morning, and my father rolled over in a canoe with all his clothes on; but outside of that the vacation was a success and from then on none of us ever thought there was any place in the world like that lake in Maine. We returned summer after summer--always on August 1st for one month. I have since become a salt-water man, but sometimes in summer there are days when the restlessness of the tides and the fearful cold of the sea water and the incessant wind which blows across the afternoon and into the evening make me wish for the placidity of a lake in the woods. A few weeks ago this feeling got so strong I bought myself a couple of bass hooks and a spinner and returned to the lake where we used to go, for a week's fishing and to revisit old haunts. 那年夏天,大约是 1904 年吧,父亲在缅因州的一个湖边租了一间木 屋。他带着我们到那儿去过八月。我们个个都患了小猫传染的金钱癣, 不得不在臂腿间日日夜夜涂上庞氏浸膏;父亲则和衣睡在小划子里; 但是除了这一些,假期过得很愉快。自此之后,我们中无人不认为世 上再没有比缅因州这个湖更好的去处了。我们在那儿度过了一个又一 个夏天——总是八月一日去,接着待上一整月。我这样一来,竟成了 个水手了。夏季里有时候湖里也会兴风作浪,湖水冰凉,阵阵寒风从 1 下午刮到黄昏,使我宁愿在林间能另有一处宁静的小湖。几周前,这 渴望搅得我不能自已。我于是买了两根锻木钓竿,一个旋转诱鱼器, 打算故地重游,再访往日梦牵魂系的湖。 I took along my son, who had never had any fresh water up his nose and who had seen lily pads only from train windows. On the journey over to the lake I began to wonder what it would be like. I wondered how time would have marred this unique, this holy spot--the coves and streams, the hills that the sun set behind, the camps and the paths behind the camps. I was sure that the tarred road would have found it out and I wondered in what other ways it w

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