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1、-张汉熙高级英语第二册课文英语原文1 John Koshak, Jr., knew that Hurricane Camille would be bad. Radio and television warnings had sounded throughout that Sunday, last August 17, as Camille lashed northwestward across the Gulf of Mexico. It was certain to pummel Gulfport, Miss., where the Koshers lived. Along the coa
2、sts of Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama, nearly 150,000 people fled inland to safer 8round. But, like thousands of others in the coastal communities, john was reluctant to abandon his home unless the family - his wife, Janis, and their seven children, abed 3 to 11 - was clearly endangered.2 Trying
3、 to reason out the best course of action, he talked with his father and mother, who had moved into the ten-room house with the Koshaks a month earlier from California. He also consulted Charles Hill, a long time friend, who had driven from Las Vegas for a visit.3 John, 37 - whose business was right
4、there in his home ( he designed and developed educational toys and supplies, and all of Magna Products correspondence, engineering drawings and art work were there on the first floor) - was familiar with the power of a hurricane. Four years earlier, Hurricane Betsy had demolished undefined his forme
5、r home a few miles west of Gulfport (Koshak had moved his family to a motel for the night). But that house had stood only a few feet above sea level. We re elevated 2a feet, he told his father, and we re a good 250 yards from the sea. The place has been here since 1915, and no hurricane has ever bot
6、hered it. We II probably be as safe here as anyplace else.4 The elder Koshak, a gruff, warmhearted expert machinist of 67, agreed. We can batten down and ride it out, he said. If we see signs of danger, we can get out before dark.5 The men methodically prepared for the hurricane. Since water mains m
7、ight be damaged, they filled bathtubs and pails. A power failure was likely, so they checked out batteries for the portable radio and flashlights, and fuel for the lantern. Johns father moved a small generator into the downstairs hallway, wired several light bulbs to it and prepared a connection to
8、the refrigerator.6 Rain fell steadily that afternoon; gray clouds scudded in from the Gulf on the rising wind. The family had an early supper. A neighbor, whose husband was in Vietnam, asked if she and her two children could sit out the storm with the Koshaks. Another neighbor came by on his way in-
9、land would the Koshaks mind taking care of his dog?7 It grew dark before seven o clock. Wind and rain now whipped the house. John sent his oldest son and daughter upstairs to bring down mattresses and pillows for the younger children. He wanted to keep the group together on one floor. Stay away from
10、 the windows, he warned, concerned about glass flying from storm-shattered panes. As the wind mounted to a roar, the house began leaking- the rain seemingly driven right through the walls. With mops, towels, pots and buckets the Koshaks began a struggle against the rapidly spreading water. At 8:30,
11、power failed, and Pop Koshak turned on the generator.8 The roar of the hurricane now was overwhelming. The house shook, and the ceiling in the living room was falling piece by piece. The French doors in an upstairs room blew in with an explosive sound, and the group heard gun- like reports as other
12、upstairs windows disintegrated. Water rose above their ankles. 9 Then the front door started to break away from its frame. John and Charlie put their shoulders against it, but a blast of water hit the house, flinging open the door and shoving them down the hall. The generator was doused, and the lig
13、hts went out. Charlie licked his lips and shouted to John. I think we re in real trouble. That water tasted salty. The sea had reached the house, and the water was rising by the minute!10 Everybody out the back door to the oars! John yelled. We II pass the children along between us. Count them! Nine
14、!11 The children went from adult to adult like buckets in a fire brigade. But the cars wouldnt start; the electrical systems had been killed by water. The wind was too Strong and the water too deep to flee on foot. Back to the house! john yelled. Count the children! Count nine!12 As they scrambled b
15、ack, john ordered, Every-body on the stairs! Frightened, breathless and wet, the group settled on the stairs, which were protected by two interiorwalls. The children put the oat, Spooky, and a box with her four kittens on the landing. She peered nervously at her litter. The neighbors dog curled up a
16、nd went to sleep.13 The wind sounded like the roar of a train passing a few yards away. The house shuddered and shifted on its foundations. Water inched its way up the steps as first- floor outside walls collapsed. No one spoke. Everyone knew there was no escape; they would live or die in the house.
17、14 Charlie Hill had more or less taken responsibility for the neighbor and her two children. The mother was on the verge of panic. She clutched his arm and kept repeating, I cant swim, I cant swim.15 You wont have to, he told her, with outward calm. Its bound to end soon.16 Grandmother Koshak reache
18、d an arm around her husbands shoulder and put her mouth close to his ear. Pop, she said, I love you. He turned his head and answered, I love you - and his voice lacked its usual gruffness.17 John watched the water lap at the steps, and felt a crushing guilt. He had underestimated the ferocity of Cam
19、ille. He had assumed that what had never happened could not happen. He held his head between his hands, and silently prayed: Get us through this mess, will You?18 A moment later, the hurricane, in one mighty swipe, lifted the entire roof off the house and skimmed it 40 feet through the air. The bott
20、om steps of the staircase broke apart. One wall began crumbling on the marooned group.19 Dr. Robert H. Simpson, director of the National Hurricane Center in Miami, Fla., graded Hurricane Camille as the greatest recorded storm ever to hit a populated area in the Western Hemisphere. in its concentrate
21、d breadth of some 70 miles it shot out winds of nearly 200 m.p.h. and raised tides as high as 30 feet. Along the Gulf Coast it devastated everything in its swath: 19,467 homes and 709 small businesses were demolished or severely damaged. it seized a 600, 000-gallon Gulfport oil tank and dumped it 3
22、miles away. It tore three large cargo ships from their mooringsand beached them. Telephone poles and 20-inch-thick pines cracked like guns as the winds snapped them.20 To the west of Gulfport, the town of Pass Christian was virtually wiped out. Several vacationers at the luxurious Richelieu Apartmen
23、ts there held a hurricane party to watch the storm from their spectacular vantage point. Richelieu Apartments were smashed apart as if by a gigantic fist, and 26 people perished.21 Seconds after the roof blew off the Koshak house, john yelled, Up the stairs - into our bedroom! Count the kids. The ch
24、ildren huddled in the slashing rain within the circle of adults. Grandmother Koshak implored, Children, lets sing! The children were too frightened to respond. She carried on alone for a few bars; then her voice trailed away.22 Debris flew as the living-room fireplace and its chimney collapsed. With
25、 two walls in their bedroom sanctuary beginning to disintegrate, John ordered, Into the television room! This was the room farthest from the direction of the storm.23 For an instant, John put his arm around his wife. Janis understood. Shivering from the wind and rain and fear, clutching two children
26、 to her, she thought, Dear Lord, give me the strength to endure what I have to. She felt anger against the hurricane. We wont let it win.24 Pop Koshak raged silently, frustrated at not being able to do anything to fight Camille. Without reason, he dragged a cedar chest and a double mattress from a b
27、ed-room into the TV room. At that moment, the wind tore out one wall and extinguished the lantern. A second wall moved, wavered, Charlie Hill tried to support it, but it toppled on him, injuring his back. The house, shuddering and rocking, had moved 25 feet from its foundations. The world seemed to
28、be breaking apart.25 Lets get that mattress up! John shouted to his father. Make it a lean-toagainst the wind. Get the kids under it. We can prop it up with our heads and shoulders!26 The larger children sprawledon the floor, with the smaller ones in a layer on top of them, and the adults bent over
29、all nine. The floor tilted. The box containing the litter of kittens slid off a shelf and vanished in the wind. Spooky flew off the top of a sliding bookcase and also disappeared. The dog cowered with eyes closed. A third wall gave way. Water lapped across the slanting floor. John grabbed a door whi
30、ch was still hinged to one closet wall. If the floor goes, he yelled at his father, lets get the kids on this.27 In that moment, the wind slightly diminished, and the water stopped rising. Then the water began receding. The main thrust of Camille had passed. The Koshaks and their friends had survive
31、d.28 With the dawn, Gulfport people started coming back to their homes. They saw human bodies - more than 130 men, women and children died along the Mississippi coast- and parts of the beach and highway were strewn withdead dogs, cats, cattle. Strips of clothing festoonedthe standing trees, and blow
32、n down power lines coiledlike black spaghettiover the roads.29 None of the returnees moved quickly or spoke loudly; they stood shocked, trying to absorb the shattering scenes before their eyes. What do we dot they asked. Where do we go?30 By this time, organizations within the area and, in effect, t
33、he entire population of the United States had come to the aid of the devastated coast. Before dawn, the Mississippi National Guardand civil-defense units were moving in to handle traffic, guard property, set up communications centers, help clear the debris and take the homeless by truck and bus to r
34、efugee centers. By 10 a.m., the Salvation Armys canteen trucks and Red Cross volunteers and staffers were going wherever possible to distribute hot drinks, food, clothing and bedding.31 From hundreds of towns and cities across the country came several million dollars in donations; household and medi
35、cal supplies streamed in by plane, train, truck and car. The federal government shipped 4,400,000 pounds of food, moved in mobile homes, set up portable classrooms, opened offices to provide low-interest, long-term business loans.32 Camille, meanwhile, had raked its way northward across Mississippi,
36、 dropping more than 28 inches of rain into West Virginia and southern Virginia, causing rampagingfloods, huge mountain slides and 111 additional deaths before breaking up over the Atlantic Ocean.33 Like many other Gulfport families, the Koshaks quickly began reorganizing their lives, John divided hi
37、s family in the homes of two friends. The neighbor with her two children went to a refugee center. Charlie Hill found a room for rent. By Tuesday, Charlies back had improved, and he pitched in with Seabeesin the worst volunteer work of all-searching for bodies. Three days after the storm, he decided
38、 not to return to Las Vegas, but to remain in Gulfport and help rebuild the community.34 Near the end of the first week, a friend offered the Koshaks his apartment, and the family was reunited. The children appeared to suffer no psychological damage from their experience; they were still awed by the
39、 incomprehensiblepower of the hurricane, but enjoyed describing what they had seen and heard on that frightful night, Janis had just one delayed reaction. A few nights after the hurricane, she awoke suddenly at 2 a.m. She quietly got up and went outside. Looking up at the sky and, without knowing sh
40、e was going to do it, she began to cry softly.35 Meanwhile, John, Pop and Charlie were picking through the wreckageof the home. It could have been depressing, but it wasnt: each salvaged item represented a little victory over the wrathof the storm. The dog and cat suddenly appeared at the scene, ali
41、ve and hungry.36 But the bluesdid occasionally afflict all the adults. Once, in a low mood, John said to his parents, I wanted you here so that we would all be together, so you could enjoy the children, and look what happened.37 His father, who had made up his mind to start a welding shop when livin
42、g was normal again, said, Lets not cry about whats gone. We II just start all over.38 Youre great, John said. And this town has a lot of great people in it. It s going to be better here than it ever was before.39 Later, Grandmother Koshak reflected : We lost practically all our possessions, but the
43、family came through it. When I think of that, I realize we lost nothing important.(from Rhetoric and Literature by P. Joseph Canavan)NOTES1. Joseph p. Blank: The writer published Face to Face with Hurricane Camille in the Readers Digest, March 1970.2. Hurricane Camille: In the United States hurrican
44、es are named alphabetically and given the names of people like Hurricane Camille, Hurricane Betsy, and so on; whereas in China Typhoons are given serial numbers like Typhoon No. 1, Typhoon No. 2 and so on.3. The Salvation Army: A Protestant religious body devoted to the conversion of, and social wor
45、k among the poor, and characterized by use of military titles, uniforms, etc. It was founded in 1878 by General Booth in London; now worldwide in operation.4. Red Cross: an international organization ( in full International Red Cross), founded in 1864 with headquarters and branches in all countries
46、signatory to the Geneva Convention, for the relief of suffering in time of war or disaster Marrakech George Orwell 1 As the corpse went past the flies left the restaurant table in a cloud and rushed after it, but they came back a few minutes later.2 The little crowd of mourners - all men and boys, n
47、o women-threaded their way across the market place between the piles of pomegranates and the taxis and the camels, walling a short chant over and over again. What really appeals to the flies is that the corpses here are never put into coffins, they are merely wrapped in a piece of rag and carried on
48、 a rough wooden bier on the shoulders of four friends. When the friends get to the burying-ground they hack an oblong hole a foot or two deep, dump the body in it and fling over it a little of the dried-up, lumpy earth, which is like broken brick. No gravestone, no name, no identifying mark of any kind. The burying-ground is merely a huge waste of hummocky earth, like a derelict building-lot. After a month or two no one can even be certain where his own relatives are buried. 3 When you walk through a town like this - two hundred thousand in