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to pour in the powder, stick the fuse in through the neck,
and cork and seal it with bees'-wax. He was turning to suggest this to Dave,
when Dave glanced over his shoulder to see how the chops were doing --
and bolted. He explained afterwards that he thought he heard the pan
spluttering extra, and looked to see if the chops were burning.
Jim Bently looked behind and bolted after Dave. Andy stood stock-still,
staring after them.
`Run, Andy! run!' they shouted back at him. `Run!!! Look behind you,
you fool!' Andy turned slowly and looked, and there, close behind him,
was the retriever with the cartridge in his mouth -- wedged into
his broadest and silliest grin. And that wasn't all.
The dog had come round the fire to Andy, and the loose end of the fuse
had trailed and waggled over the burning sticks into the blaze;
Andy had slit and nicked the firing end of the fuse well,
and now it was hissing and spitting properly.
Andy's legs started with a jolt; his legs started before his brain did,
and he made after Dave and Jim. And the dog followed Andy.
Dave and Jim were good runners -- Jim the best -- for a short distance;
Andy was slow and heavy, but he had the strength and the wind and could last.
The dog leapt and capered round him, delighted as a dog could be
to find his mates, as he thought, on for a frolic. Dave and Jim
kept shouting back, `Don't foller us! don't foller us, you coloured fool!'
but Andy kept on, no matter how they dodged. They could never explain,
any more than the dog, why they followed each other, but so they ran,
Dave keeping in Jim's track in all its turnings, Andy after Dave,
and the dog circling round Andy -- the live fuse swishing in all directions
and hissing and spluttering and stinking. Jim yelling to Dave
not to follow him, Dave shouting to Andy to go in another direction --
to `spread out', and Andy roaring at the dog to go home.
Then Andy's brain began to work, stimulated by the crisis:
he tried to get a running kick at the dog, but the dog dodged;
he snatched up sticks and stones and threw them at the dog and ran on again.
The retriever saw that he'd made a mistake about Andy,
and left him and bounded after Dave. Dave, who had the presence of mind
to think that the fuse's time wasn't up yet, made a dive and a grab
for the dog, caught him by the tail, and as he swung round
snatched the cartridge out of his mouth and flung it as far as he could:
the dog immediately bounded after it and retrieved it.
Dave roared and cursed at the dog, who seeing that Dave was offended,
left him and went after Jim, who was well ahead. Jim swung to a sapling
and went up it like a native bear; it was a young sapling,
and Jim couldn't safely get more than ten or twelve feet from the ground.
The dog laid the cartridge, as carefully as if it was a kitten,
at the foot of the sapling, and capered and leaped and whooped joyously round
under Jim. The big pup reckoned that this was part of the lark --
he was all right now -- it was Jim who was out for a spree.
The fuse sounded as if it were going a mile a minute.
Jim tried to climb higher and the sapling bent and cracked.
Jim fell on his feet and ran. The dog swooped on the cartridge and followed.
It all took but a very few moments. Jim ran to a digger's hole,
about ten feet deep, and dropped down into it -- landing on soft mud --
and was safe. The dog grinned sardonically down on him, over the edge,
for a moment, as if he thought it would be a good lark
to drop the cartridge down on Jim.
`Go away, Tommy,' said Jim feebly, `go away.'
The dog bounded off after Dave, who was the only one in sight now;
Andy had dropped behind a log, where he lay flat on his face,
having suddenly remembered a picture of the Russo-Turkish war
with a circle of Turks lying flat on their faces (as if they were ashamed)
round a newly-arrived shell.
There was a small hotel or shanty on the creek, on the main road,
not far from the claim. Dave was desperate, the time flew much faster
in his stimulated imagination than it did in reality,
so he made for the shanty. There were several casual Bushmen
on the verandah and in the bar; Dave rushed into the bar,
banging the door to behind him. `My dog!' he gasped,
in reply to the astonished stare of the publican, `the blanky retriever --
he's got a live cartridge in his mouth ----'
The retriever, finding the front door shut against him,
had bounded round and in by the back way, and now stood smiling
in the doorway leading from the passage, the cartridge still in his mouth
and the fuse spluttering. They burst out of that bar.
Tommy bounded first after one and then after another, for, being a young dog,
he tried to make friends with everybody.
The Bushmen ran round corners, and some shut themselves in the stable.
There was a new weather-board and corrugated-iron kitchen and wash-house
on piles in the back-yard, with some women washing clothes inside.
Dave and the publican bundled in there and shut the door --
the publican cursing Dave and calling him a crimson fool, in hurried tones,
and wanting to know what the hell he came here for.
The retriever went in under the kitchen, amongst the piles,
but, luckily for those inside, there was a vicious yellow mongrel cattle-dog
sulking and nursing his nastiness under there -- a sneaking, fighting,
thieving canine, whom neighbours had tried for years to shoot or poison.
Tommy saw his danger -- he'd had experience from this dog --
and started out and across the yard, still sticking to the cartridge.
Half-way across the yard the yellow dog caught him and nipped him.
Tommy dropped the cartridge, gave one terrified yell, and took to the Bush.
The yellow dog followed him to the fence and then ran back
to see what he had dropped.
Nearly a dozen other dogs came from round all the corners
and under the buildings -- spidery, thievish, cold-blooded kangaroo-dogs,
mongrel sheep- and cattle-dogs, vicious black and yellow dogs --
that slip after you in the dark, nip your heels, and vanish
without explaining -- and yapping, yelping small fry.
They kept at a respectable distance round the nasty yellow dog,
for it was dangerous to go near him when he thought he had found something
which might be good for a dog to eat. He sniffed at the cartridge twice,
and was just taking a third cautious sniff when ----
It was very good blasting powder -- a new brand that Dave had recently got
up from Sydney; and the cartridge had been excellently well made.
Andy was very patient and painstaking in all he did, and nearly as handy
as the average sailor with needles, twine, canvas, and rope.
Bushmen say that that kitchen jumped off its piles and on again.
When the smoke and dust cleared away, the remains of the nasty yellow dog
were lying against the paling fence of the yard looking as if
he had been kicked into a fire by a horse and afterwards rolled in the dust
under a barrow, and finally thrown against the fence from a distance.
Several saddle-horses, which had been `hanging-up' round the verandah,
were galloping wildly down the road in clouds of dust,
with broken bridle-reins flying; and from a circle round the outskirts,
from every point of the compass in the scrub, came the yelping of dogs.
Two of them went home, to the place where they were born,
thirty miles away, and reached it the same night and stayed there;
it was not till towards evening that the rest came back cautiously
to make inquiries. One was trying to walk on two legs, and most of 'em
looked more or less singed; and a little, singed, stumpy-tailed dog,
who had been in the habit of hopping the back half of him along on one leg,
had reason to be glad that he'd saved up the other leg all those years,
for he needed it now. There was one old one-eyed cattle-dog round that shanty
for years afterwards, who couldn't stand the smell of a gun being cleaned.
He it was who had taken an interest, only second to that of the yellow dog,
in the cartridge. Bushmen said that it was amusing
to slip up on his blind side and stick a dirty ramrod under his nose:
he wouldn't wait to bring his solitary eye to bear --
he'd take to the Bush and stay out all night.
For half an hour or so after the explosion there were several Bushmen
round behind the stable who crouched, doubled up, against the wall,
or rolled gently on the dust, trying to laugh without shrieking.
There were two white women in hysterics at the house,
and a half-caste rushing aimlessly round with a dipper of cold water.
The publican was holding his wife tight and begging her between her squawks,
to `hold up for my sake, Mary, or I'll lam the life out of ye.'
Dave decided to apologise later on, `when things had settled a bit,'
and went back to camp. And the dog that had done it all,
`Tommy', the great, idiotic mongrel retriever, came slobbering round Dave
and lashing his legs with his tail, and trotted home after him,
smiling his broadest, longest, and reddest smile of amiability,
and apparently satisfied for one afternoon with the fun he'd had.
Andy chained the dog up securely, and cooked some more chops,
while Dave went to help Jim out of the hole.
And most of this is why, for years afterwards, lanky, easy-going Bushmen,
riding lazily past Dave's camp, would cry, in a lazy drawl
and with just a hint of the nasal twang --
`'El-lo, Da-a-ve! How's the fishin' getting on, Da-a-ve?'
Poisonous Jimmy Gets Left.
I. Dave Regan's Yarn.
`When we got tired of digging about Mudgee-Budgee, and getting no gold,'
said Dave Regan, Bushman, `me and my mate, Jim Bently,
decided to take a turn at droving; so we went with Bob Baker, the drover,
overland with a big mob of cattle, way up into Northern Queensland.
`We couldn't get a job on the home track, and we spent most of our money,
like a pair of fools, at a pub. at a town way up over the border, where they
had a flash barmaid from Brisbane. We sold our pack-horses and pack-saddles,
and rode out of that town with our swags on our riding-horses in front of us.
We had another spree at another place, and by the time we got
near New South Wales we were pretty well stumped.
`Just the other side of Mulgatown, near the border, we came on
a big mob of cattle in a paddock, and a party of drovers camped on the creek.
They had brought the cattle down from the north and were going no farther
with them; their boss had ridden on into Mulgatown to get the cheques
to pay them off, and they were waiting for him.
`"And Poisonous Jimmy is waiting for us," said one of them.
`Poisonous Jimmy kept a shanty a piece along the road from their camp
towards Mulgatown. He was called "Poisonous Jimmy" perhaps
on account of his liquor, or perhaps because he had a job of poisoning dingoes
on a station in the Bogan scrubs at one time. He was a sharp publican.
He had a girl, and they said that whenever a shearing-shed cut-out on his side
and he saw the shearers coming along the road, he'd say to the girl,
"Run and get your best frock on, Mary! Here's the shearers comin'."
And if a chequeman wouldn't drink he'd try to get him into his bar
and shout for him till he was too drunk to keep his hands out of his pockets.
`"But he won't get us," said another of the drovers. "I'm going to ride
straight into Mulgatown and send my money home by the post
as soon as I get it."
`"You've always said that, Jack," said the first drover.
`We yarned a while, and had some tea, and then me and Jim
got on our horses and rode on. We were burned to bricks
and ragged and dusty and parched up enough, and so were our horses.
We only had a few shillings to carry us four or five hundred miles home,
but it was mighty hot and dusty, and we felt that we must have a drink
at the shanty. This was west of the sixpenny-line at that time --
all drinks were a shilling along here.
`Just before we reached the shanty I got an idea.
`"We'll plant our swags in the scrub," I said to Jim.
`"What for?" said Jim.
`"Never mind -- you'll see," I said.
`So we unstrapped our swags and hid them in the mulga scrub
by the side of the road; then we rode on to the shanty, got down,
and hung our horses to the verandah posts.
`"Poisonous" came out at once, with a smile on him that would have made
anybody home-sick.
`He was a short nuggety man, and could use his hands, they said;
he looked as if he'd be a nasty, vicious, cool customer in a fight --
he wasn't the sort of man you'd care to try and swindle a second time.
He had a monkey shave when he shaved, but now it was all frill and stubble --
like a bush fence round a stubble-field. He had a broken nose,
and a cunning, sharp, suspicious eye that squinted, and a cold stony eye
that seemed fixed. If you didn't know him well you might talk to him
for five minutes, looking at him in the cold stony eye, and then discover
that it was the sharp cunning little eye that was watching you all the time.
and cork and seal it with bees'-wax. He was turning to suggest this to Dave,
when Dave glanced over his shoulder to see how the chops were doing --
and bolted. He explained afterwards that he thought he heard the pan
spluttering extra, and looked to see if the chops were burning.
Jim Bently looked behind and bolted after Dave. Andy stood stock-still,
staring after them.
`Run, Andy! run!' they shouted back at him. `Run!!! Look behind you,
you fool!' Andy turned slowly and looked, and there, close behind him,
was the retriever with the cartridge in his mouth -- wedged into
his broadest and silliest grin. And that wasn't all.
The dog had come round the fire to Andy, and the loose end of the fuse
had trailed and waggled over the burning sticks into the blaze;
Andy had slit and nicked the firing end of the fuse well,
and now it was hissing and spitting properly.
Andy's legs started with a jolt; his legs started before his brain did,
and he made after Dave and Jim. And the dog followed Andy.
Dave and Jim were good runners -- Jim the best -- for a short distance;
Andy was slow and heavy, but he had the strength and the wind and could last.
The dog leapt and capered round him, delighted as a dog could be
to find his mates, as he thought, on for a frolic. Dave and Jim
kept shouting back, `Don't foller us! don't foller us, you coloured fool!'
but Andy kept on, no matter how they dodged. They could never explain,
any more than the dog, why they followed each other, but so they ran,
Dave keeping in Jim's track in all its turnings, Andy after Dave,
and the dog circling round Andy -- the live fuse swishing in all directions
and hissing and spluttering and stinking. Jim yelling to Dave
not to follow him, Dave shouting to Andy to go in another direction --
to `spread out', and Andy roaring at the dog to go home.
Then Andy's brain began to work, stimulated by the crisis:
he tried to get a running kick at the dog, but the dog dodged;
he snatched up sticks and stones and threw them at the dog and ran on again.
The retriever saw that he'd made a mistake about Andy,
and left him and bounded after Dave. Dave, who had the presence of mind
to think that the fuse's time wasn't up yet, made a dive and a grab
for the dog, caught him by the tail, and as he swung round
snatched the cartridge out of his mouth and flung it as far as he could:
the dog immediately bounded after it and retrieved it.
Dave roared and cursed at the dog, who seeing that Dave was offended,
left him and went after Jim, who was well ahead. Jim swung to a sapling
and went up it like a native bear; it was a young sapling,
and Jim couldn't safely get more than ten or twelve feet from the ground.
The dog laid the cartridge, as carefully as if it was a kitten,
at the foot of the sapling, and capered and leaped and whooped joyously round
under Jim. The big pup reckoned that this was part of the lark --
he was all right now -- it was Jim who was out for a spree.
The fuse sounded as if it were going a mile a minute.
Jim tried to climb higher and the sapling bent and cracked.
Jim fell on his feet and ran. The dog swooped on the cartridge and followed.
It all took but a very few moments. Jim ran to a digger's hole,
about ten feet deep, and dropped down into it -- landing on soft mud --
and was safe. The dog grinned sardonically down on him, over the edge,
for a moment, as if he thought it would be a good lark
to drop the cartridge down on Jim.
`Go away, Tommy,' said Jim feebly, `go away.'
The dog bounded off after Dave, who was the only one in sight now;
Andy had dropped behind a log, where he lay flat on his face,
having suddenly remembered a picture of the Russo-Turkish war
with a circle of Turks lying flat on their faces (as if they were ashamed)
round a newly-arrived shell.
There was a small hotel or shanty on the creek, on the main road,
not far from the claim. Dave was desperate, the time flew much faster
in his stimulated imagination than it did in reality,
so he made for the shanty. There were several casual Bushmen
on the verandah and in the bar; Dave rushed into the bar,
banging the door to behind him. `My dog!' he gasped,
in reply to the astonished stare of the publican, `the blanky retriever --
he's got a live cartridge in his mouth ----'
The retriever, finding the front door shut against him,
had bounded round and in by the back way, and now stood smiling
in the doorway leading from the passage, the cartridge still in his mouth
and the fuse spluttering. They burst out of that bar.
Tommy bounded first after one and then after another, for, being a young dog,
he tried to make friends with everybody.
The Bushmen ran round corners, and some shut themselves in the stable.
There was a new weather-board and corrugated-iron kitchen and wash-house
on piles in the back-yard, with some women washing clothes inside.
Dave and the publican bundled in there and shut the door --
the publican cursing Dave and calling him a crimson fool, in hurried tones,
and wanting to know what the hell he came here for.
The retriever went in under the kitchen, amongst the piles,
but, luckily for those inside, there was a vicious yellow mongrel cattle-dog
sulking and nursing his nastiness under there -- a sneaking, fighting,
thieving canine, whom neighbours had tried for years to shoot or poison.
Tommy saw his danger -- he'd had experience from this dog --
and started out and across the yard, still sticking to the cartridge.
Half-way across the yard the yellow dog caught him and nipped him.
Tommy dropped the cartridge, gave one terrified yell, and took to the Bush.
The yellow dog followed him to the fence and then ran back
to see what he had dropped.
Nearly a dozen other dogs came from round all the corners
and under the buildings -- spidery, thievish, cold-blooded kangaroo-dogs,
mongrel sheep- and cattle-dogs, vicious black and yellow dogs --
that slip after you in the dark, nip your heels, and vanish
without explaining -- and yapping, yelping small fry.
They kept at a respectable distance round the nasty yellow dog,
for it was dangerous to go near him when he thought he had found something
which might be good for a dog to eat. He sniffed at the cartridge twice,
and was just taking a third cautious sniff when ----
It was very good blasting powder -- a new brand that Dave had recently got
up from Sydney; and the cartridge had been excellently well made.
Andy was very patient and painstaking in all he did, and nearly as handy
as the average sailor with needles, twine, canvas, and rope.
Bushmen say that that kitchen jumped off its piles and on again.
When the smoke and dust cleared away, the remains of the nasty yellow dog
were lying against the paling fence of the yard looking as if
he had been kicked into a fire by a horse and afterwards rolled in the dust
under a barrow, and finally thrown against the fence from a distance.
Several saddle-horses, which had been `hanging-up' round the verandah,
were galloping wildly down the road in clouds of dust,
with broken bridle-reins flying; and from a circle round the outskirts,
from every point of the compass in the scrub, came the yelping of dogs.
Two of them went home, to the place where they were born,
thirty miles away, and reached it the same night and stayed there;
it was not till towards evening that the rest came back cautiously
to make inquiries. One was trying to walk on two legs, and most of 'em
looked more or less singed; and a little, singed, stumpy-tailed dog,
who had been in the habit of hopping the back half of him along on one leg,
had reason to be glad that he'd saved up the other leg all those years,
for he needed it now. There was one old one-eyed cattle-dog round that shanty
for years afterwards, who couldn't stand the smell of a gun being cleaned.
He it was who had taken an interest, only second to that of the yellow dog,
in the cartridge. Bushmen said that it was amusing
to slip up on his blind side and stick a dirty ramrod under his nose:
he wouldn't wait to bring his solitary eye to bear --
he'd take to the Bush and stay out all night.
For half an hour or so after the explosion there were several Bushmen
round behind the stable who crouched, doubled up, against the wall,
or rolled gently on the dust, trying to laugh without shrieking.
There were two white women in hysterics at the house,
and a half-caste rushing aimlessly round with a dipper of cold water.
The publican was holding his wife tight and begging her between her squawks,
to `hold up for my sake, Mary, or I'll lam the life out of ye.'
Dave decided to apologise later on, `when things had settled a bit,'
and went back to camp. And the dog that had done it all,
`Tommy', the great, idiotic mongrel retriever, came slobbering round Dave
and lashing his legs with his tail, and trotted home after him,
smiling his broadest, longest, and reddest smile of amiability,
and apparently satisfied for one afternoon with the fun he'd had.
Andy chained the dog up securely, and cooked some more chops,
while Dave went to help Jim out of the hole.
And most of this is why, for years afterwards, lanky, easy-going Bushmen,
riding lazily past Dave's camp, would cry, in a lazy drawl
and with just a hint of the nasal twang --
`'El-lo, Da-a-ve! How's the fishin' getting on, Da-a-ve?'
Poisonous Jimmy Gets Left.
I. Dave Regan's Yarn.
`When we got tired of digging about Mudgee-Budgee, and getting no gold,'
said Dave Regan, Bushman, `me and my mate, Jim Bently,
decided to take a turn at droving; so we went with Bob Baker, the drover,
overland with a big mob of cattle, way up into Northern Queensland.
`We couldn't get a job on the home track, and we spent most of our money,
like a pair of fools, at a pub. at a town way up over the border, where they
had a flash barmaid from Brisbane. We sold our pack-horses and pack-saddles,
and rode out of that town with our swags on our riding-horses in front of us.
We had another spree at another place, and by the time we got
near New South Wales we were pretty well stumped.
`Just the other side of Mulgatown, near the border, we came on
a big mob of cattle in a paddock, and a party of drovers camped on the creek.
They had brought the cattle down from the north and were going no farther
with them; their boss had ridden on into Mulgatown to get the cheques
to pay them off, and they were waiting for him.
`"And Poisonous Jimmy is waiting for us," said one of them.
`Poisonous Jimmy kept a shanty a piece along the road from their camp
towards Mulgatown. He was called "Poisonous Jimmy" perhaps
on account of his liquor, or perhaps because he had a job of poisoning dingoes
on a station in the Bogan scrubs at one time. He was a sharp publican.
He had a girl, and they said that whenever a shearing-shed cut-out on his side
and he saw the shearers coming along the road, he'd say to the girl,
"Run and get your best frock on, Mary! Here's the shearers comin'."
And if a chequeman wouldn't drink he'd try to get him into his bar
and shout for him till he was too drunk to keep his hands out of his pockets.
`"But he won't get us," said another of the drovers. "I'm going to ride
straight into Mulgatown and send my money home by the post
as soon as I get it."
`"You've always said that, Jack," said the first drover.
`We yarned a while, and had some tea, and then me and Jim
got on our horses and rode on. We were burned to bricks
and ragged and dusty and parched up enough, and so were our horses.
We only had a few shillings to carry us four or five hundred miles home,
but it was mighty hot and dusty, and we felt that we must have a drink
at the shanty. This was west of the sixpenny-line at that time --
all drinks were a shilling along here.
`Just before we reached the shanty I got an idea.
`"We'll plant our swags in the scrub," I said to Jim.
`"What for?" said Jim.
`"Never mind -- you'll see," I said.
`So we unstrapped our swags and hid them in the mulga scrub
by the side of the road; then we rode on to the shanty, got down,
and hung our horses to the verandah posts.
`"Poisonous" came out at once, with a smile on him that would have made
anybody home-sick.
`He was a short nuggety man, and could use his hands, they said;
he looked as if he'd be a nasty, vicious, cool customer in a fight --
he wasn't the sort of man you'd care to try and swindle a second time.
He had a monkey shave when he shaved, but now it was all frill and stubble --
like a bush fence round a stubble-field. He had a broken nose,
and a cunning, sharp, suspicious eye that squinted, and a cold stony eye
that seemed fixed. If you didn't know him well you might talk to him
for five minutes, looking at him in the cold stony eye, and then discover
that it was the sharp cunning little eye that was watching you all the time.
- running [´rʌniŋ]
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- imagination [i,mædʒi´neiʃən] n.想象(力) (初中英语单词)
- doorway [´dɔ:wei] n.门口 (初中英语单词)
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- compass [´kʌmpəs] n.指南针；圆规 (初中英语单词)
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- whenever [wen´evə] conj.&ad.无论何时 (初中英语单词)
- customer [´kʌstəmə] n.顾客，买主，主顾 (初中英语单词)
- monkey [´mʌŋki] n.猴子 v.乱弄；胡闹 (初中英语单词)
- cunning [´kʌniŋ] a.&n.狡猾(诡诈)的 (初中英语单词)
- frolic [´frɔlik] n.&v.嬉戏 a.嬉戏的 (高中英语单词)
- seeing [si:iŋ] see的现在分词 n.视觉 (高中英语单词)
- casual [´kæʒuəl] a.偶然的；临时的 (高中英语单词)
- finding [´faindiŋ] n.发现物；判断；结果 (高中英语单词)
- crimson [´krimzən] a.&n.深(紫)红(的) (高中英语单词)
- hurried [´hʌrid] a.仓促的，慌忙的 (高中英语单词)
- amongst [ə´mʌŋst] prep.其中之一 =among (高中英语单词)
- respectable [ri´spektəbəl] a.可敬的；有身价的 (高中英语单词)
- solitary [´sɔlitəri] a.独居的；孤独的 (高中英语单词)
- explosion [ik´spləuʒən] n.爆炸；爆发；发作 (高中英语单词)
- decided [di´saidid] a.明显的；决定的 (高中英语单词)
- apparently [ə´pærəntli] ad.显然，表面上地 (高中英语单词)
- ragged [´rægid] a.衣服破烂的 (高中英语单词)
- mighty [´maiti] a.强有力的 ad.很 (高中英语单词)
- shilling [´ʃiliŋ] n.先令 (高中英语单词)
- suspicious [sə´spiʃəs] a.可疑的，多疑的 (高中英语单词)
- delighted [di´laitid] a.高兴的；喜欢的 (英语四级单词)
- feebly [´fi:bli] ad.虚弱地；贫乏地 (英语四级单词)
- vicious [´viʃəs] a.不道德的；刻毒的 (英语四级单词)
- cautious [´kɔ:ʃəs] a.小心的；谨慎的 (英语四级单词)
- trying [´traiiŋ] a.难堪的；费劲的 (英语四级单词)
- ridden [´ridn] ride 的过去分词 (英语四级单词)
- poisonous [´pɔizənəs] a.有毒的；讨厌的 (英语四级单词)
- cartridge [´kɑ:tridʒ] n.弹药筒；子弹 (英语六级单词)
- sapling [´sæpliŋ] n.树苗，幼树 (英语六级单词)
- joyously [´dʒɔiəsli] ad.快乐地，高兴地 (英语六级单词)
- landing [´lændiŋ] n.登陆；降落；楼梯平台 (英语六级单词)
- calling [´kɔ:liŋ] n.点名；职业；欲望 (英语六级单词)
- wanting [´wɔntiŋ, wɑ:n-] a.短缺的；不足的 (英语六级单词)
- taking [´teikiŋ] a.迷人的 n.捕获物 (英语六级单词)
- sydney [´sidni] n.悉尼 (英语六级单词)
- dipper [´dipə] n.长柄勺 (英语六级单词)
- holding [´həuldiŋ] n.保持，固定，存储 (英语六级单词)
- securely [si´kjuəli] ad.安全地；无疑地 (英语六级单词)
- lazily [´leizili] ad.懒惰地，慢吞吞地 (英语六级单词)
- stubble [´stʌbəl] n.麦茬；短须 (英语六级单词)
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