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"There'll be war all along the river. Hamilton is hatchin' some new devil's
trick with Girty. Col. Zane, I calkilate that Girty has a spy in the river
settlements and knows as much about the forts and defense as you do."
"You can't mean a white spy."
"Yes, just that."
"That is a strong assertion, Lewis, but coming from you it means something.
Step aside here and explain yourself," said Col. Zane, getting up and walking
out to the fence.
"I don't like the looks of things," said the hunter. "A month ago I ketched
this man Miller pokin' his nose round the block-house where he hadn't ought to
be. And I kep' watchin' him. If my suspicions is correct he's playin' some
deep game. I ain't got any proof, but things looks bad."
"That's strange, Lewis," said Col. Zane soberly. "Now that you mention it I
remember Jonathan said he met Miller near the Kanawha three weeks ago. That
was when Crawford's expedition was on the way to the Shawnee villages. The
Colonel tried to enlist Miller, but Miller said he was in a hurry to get back
to the Fort. And he hasn't come back yet."
"I ain't surprised. Now, Col. Zane, you are in command here. I'm not a soldier
and for that reason I'm all the better to watch Miller. He won't suspect me.
You give me authority and I'll round up his little game."
"By all means, Lewis. Go about it your own way, and report anything to me.
Remember you may be mistaken and give Miller the benefit of the doubt. I don't
like the fellow. He has a way of appearing and disappearing, and for no
apparent reason, that makes me distrust him. But for Heaven's sake, Lew, how
would he profit by betraying us?"
"I don't know. All I know is he'll bear watchin'."
"My gracious, Lew Wetzel!" exclaimed Betty as her brother and the hunter
rejoined the others. "Have you come all the way over here without a gun? And
you have on a new suit of buckskin."
Lewis stood a moment by Betty, gazing down at her with his slight smile. He
looked exceedingly well. His face was not yet bronzed by summer suns. His long
black hair, of which he was as proud as a woman could have been, and of which
he took as much care as he did of his rifle, waved over his shoulders.
"Betty, this is my birthday, but that ain't the reason I've got my fine
feathers on. I'm goin' to try and make an impression on you," replied Lewis,
smiling.
"I declare, this is very sudden. But you have succeeded. Who made the suit?
And where did you get all that pretty fringe and those beautiful beads?"
"That stuff I picked up round an Injun camp. The suit I made myself."
"I think, Lewis, I must get you to help me make my new gown," said Betty,
roguishly.
"Well, I must be getting' back," said Wetzel, rising.
"Oh, don't go yet. You have not talked to me at all,"" said Betty petulantly.
She walked to the gate with him.
"What can an Injun hunter say to amuse the belle of the border?"
"I don't want to be amused exactly. I mean I'm not used to being unnoticed,
especially by you." And then in a lower tone she continued: "What did you mean
about Mr. Miller? I heard his name and Eb looked worried. What did you tell
him?""
"Never mind now, Betty. Maybe I'll tell you some day. It's enough for you to
know the Colonel don't like Miller and that I think he is a bad man. You don't
care nothin' for Miller, do you Betty?"
"Not in the least."
"Don't see him any more, Betty. Good-night, now, I must be goin' to supper."
"Lew, stop! or I shall run after you."
"And what good would your runnin' do?" said Lewis "You'd never ketch me. Why,
I could give you twenty paces start and beat you to yon tree."
"You can't. Come, try it," retorted Betty, catching hold of her skirt. She
could never have allowed a challenge like that to pass.
"Ha! ha! We are in for a race. Betty. if you beat him, start or no start, you
will have accomplished something never done before," said Col. Zane.
"Come, Silas, step off twenty paces and make them long ones," said Betty, who
was in earnest.
"We'll make it forty paces," said Silas, as he commenced taking immense
strides.
"What is Lewis looking at?" remarked Col. Zane's wife.
Wetzel, in taking his position for the race, had faced the river. Mrs. Zane
had seen him start suddenly, straighten up and for a moment stand like a
statue. Her exclamation drew he attention of the others to the hunter.
"Look!" he cried, waving his hand toward the river.
"I declare, Wetzel, you are always seeing something. Where shall I look? Ah,
yes, there is a dark form moving along the bank. By jove! I believe it's an
Indian," said Col. Zane.
Jonathan darted into the house. When he reappeared second later he had three
rifles.
"I see horses, Lew. What do you make out?" said Jonathan. "It's a bold
manoeuvre for Indians unless they have a strong force."
"Hostile Injuns wouldn't show themselves like that. Maybe they ain't redskins
at all. We'll go down to the bluff."
"Oh, yes, let us go," cried Betty, walking down the path toward Wetzel.
Col. Zane followed her, and presently the whole party were on their way to the
river. When they reached the bluff they saw two horses come down the opposite
bank and enter the water. Then they seemed to fade from view. The tall trees
east a dark shadow over the water and the horses had become lost in this
obscurity. Col. Zane and Jonathan walked up and down the bank seeking to find
a place which afforded a clearer view of the river.
"There they come," shouted Silas.
"Yes, I see them just swimming out of the shadow," said Col. Zane. "Both
horses have riders. Lewis, what can you make out?"
"It's Isaac and an Indian girl," answered Wetzel.
This startlingannouncement created a commotion in the little group. It was
followed by a chorus of exclamations.
"Heavens! Wetzel, you have wonderful eyes. I hope to God you are right. There,
I see the foremost rider waving his hand," cried Col. Zane.
"Oh, Bessie, Bessie! I believe Lew is right. Look at Tige," said Betty
excitedly.
Everybody had forgotten the dog. He had come down the path with Betty and had
pressed close to her. First he trembled, then whined, then with a loud bark he
ran down the bank and dashed into the water.
"Hel-lo, Betts," came the cry across the water. There was no mistaking that
clear voice. It was Isaac's.
Although the sun had long gone down behind the hills daylight lingered. It was
bright enough for the watchers to recognize Isaac Zane. He sat high on his
horse and in his hand he held the bridle of a pony that was swimming beside
him. The pony bore the slender figure of a girl. She was bending forward and
her hands were twisted in the pony's mane.
By this time the Colonel and Jonathan were standing in the shallow water
waiting to grasp the reins and lead the horses up the steep bank. Attracted by
the unusual sight of a wildly gesticulating group on the river bluff, the
settlers from the Fort hurried down to the scene of action. Capt. Boggs and
Alfred Clarke joined the crowd. Old Sam came running down from the barn. All
were intensely excited and Col. Zane and Jonathan reached for the bridles and
led the horses up the slippery incline.
"Eb, Jack, Silas, here I am alive and well," cried Isaac as he leaped from his
horse. "Betty, you darling, it's Isaac. Don't stand staring as if I were a
ghost."
Whereupon Betty ran to him, flung her arms around his neck and clung to him.
Isaac kissed her tenderly and disengaged himself from her arms.
"You'll get all wet. Glad to see me? Well, I never had such a happy moment in
my life. Betty, I have brought you home one whom you must love This is
Myeerah, your sister. She is wet and cold. Take her home and make her warm and
comfortable. You must forget all the past, for Myeerah has saved me from the
stake."
Betty had forgotten the other. At her brother's words she turned and saw a
slender form. Even the wet, mud-stained and ragged Indian costume failed to
hide the grace of that figure. She saw a beautiful face, as white as her own,
and dark eyes full of unshed tears.
"The Eagle is free," said the Indian girl in her low, musical voice.
"You have brought him home to us. Come," said Betty taking the hand of the
trembling maiden.
The settlers crowded round Isaac and greeted him warms while they plied him
with innumerable questions. Was he free? Who was the Indian girl? Had he run
off with her? Were the Indians preparing for war?
On the way to the Colonel's house Isaac told briefly of his escape from the
Wyandots, of his capture by Cornplanter, and of his rescue. He also mentioned
the preparations for war he had seen in Cornplanter's camp, and Girty's story
of Col. Crawford's death.
"How does it come that you have the Indian girl with you?" asked Col. Zane as
they left the curious settlers and entered the house.
"I am going to marry Myeerah and I brought her with me for that purpose. When
we are married I will go back to the Wyandots and live with them until peace
is declared."
"Humph! Will it be declared?"
"Myeerah has promised it, and I believe she can bring it about, especially if
I marry her. Peace with the Hurons may help to bring about peace with the
Shawnees. I shall never cease to work for that end; but even if peace cannot
be secured, my duty still is to Myeerah. She saved me from a most horrible
death."
"If your marriage with this Indian girl will secure the friendly offices of
that grim old warrior Tarhe, it is far more than fighting will ever do. I do
not want you to go back. Would we ever see you again?"
"Oh, yes, often I hope. You see, if I marry Myeerah the Hurons will allow me
every liberty."
"Well, that puts a different light on the subject."
"Oh, how I wish you and Jonathan could have seen Thundercloud and his two
hundred warriors ride into Cornplanter's camp. It was magnificent! The braves
were all crowded near the stake where I was bound. The fire had been lighted.
Suddenly the silence was shattered by an awful yell. It was Thundercloud's
yell. I knew it because I had heard it before, and anyone who had once heard
that yell could never forget it. In what seemed an incredibly short time
Thundercloud's warriors were lined up in the middle of the camp. The surprise
was so complete that, had it been necessary, they could have ridden
Cornplanter's braves down, killed many, routed the others, and burned the
village. Cornplanter will not get over that surprise in many a moon."
Betty had always hated the very mention of the Indian girl who had been the
cause of her brother's long absence from home. But she was so happy in the
knowledge of his return that she felt that it was in her power to forgive
much; more over, the white, weary face of the Indian maiden touched Betty's
warm heart. With her quick intuition she had divined that this was even a
greater trial for Myeerah. Undoubtedly the Indian girl feared the scorn of her
lover's people. She showed it in her trembling hands, in her fearful glances.
Finding that Myeerah could speak and understand English, Betty became more
interested in her charge every moment. She set about to make Myeerah
comfortable, and while she removed the wet and stained garments she talked all
the time. She told her how happy she was that Isaac was alive and well. She
said Myeerah's heroism in saving him should atone for all the past, and that
Isaac's family would welcome her in his home.
Gradually Myeerah's agitation subsided under Betty's sweet graciousness, and
by the time Betty had dressed her in a white gown, had brushed the dark hair
and added a bright ribbon to the simple toilet, Myeerah had so far forgotten
her fears as to take a shy pleasure in the picture of herself in the mirror.
As for Betty, she gave vent to a little cry of delight. "Oh, you are perfectly
lovely," cried Betty. "In that gown no one would know you as a Wyandot
princess."
"Myeerah's mother was a white woman."
"I have heard your story, Myeerah, and it is wonderful. You must tell me all
about your life with the Indians. You speak my language almost as well as I
do. Who taught you?"
"Myeerah learned to talk with the White Eagle. She can speak French with the
Coureurs-des-bois."
"That's more than I can do, Myeerah. And I had French teacher," said Betty,
laughing.
"Hello, up there," came Isaac's voice from below.
"Come up, Isaac," called Betty.
"Is this my Indian sweetheart?" exclaimed Isaac, stopping at the door. "Betty,
isn't she--"
"Yes," answered Betty, "she is simply beautiful."
"Come, Myeerah, we must go down to supper," said Isaac, taking her in his arms
and kissing her. "Now you must not be afraid, nor mind being looked at."
"Everyone will be kind to you," said Betty, taking her hand. Myeerah had
slipped from Isaac's arm and hesitated and hung back. "Come," continued Betty,
trick with Girty. Col. Zane, I calkilate that Girty has a spy in the river
settlements and knows as much about the forts and defense as you do."
"You can't mean a white spy."
"Yes, just that."
"That is a strong assertion, Lewis, but coming from you it means something.
Step aside here and explain yourself," said Col. Zane, getting up and walking
out to the fence.
"I don't like the looks of things," said the hunter. "A month ago I ketched
this man Miller pokin' his nose round the block-house where he hadn't ought to
be. And I kep' watchin' him. If my suspicions is correct he's playin' some
deep game. I ain't got any proof, but things looks bad."
"That's strange, Lewis," said Col. Zane soberly. "Now that you mention it I
remember Jonathan said he met Miller near the Kanawha three weeks ago. That
was when Crawford's expedition was on the way to the Shawnee villages. The
Colonel tried to enlist Miller, but Miller said he was in a hurry to get back
to the Fort. And he hasn't come back yet."
"I ain't surprised. Now, Col. Zane, you are in command here. I'm not a soldier
and for that reason I'm all the better to watch Miller. He won't suspect me.
You give me authority and I'll round up his little game."
"By all means, Lewis. Go about it your own way, and report anything to me.
Remember you may be mistaken and give Miller the benefit of the doubt. I don't
like the fellow. He has a way of appearing and disappearing, and for no
apparent reason, that makes me distrust him. But for Heaven's sake, Lew, how
would he profit by betraying us?"
"I don't know. All I know is he'll bear watchin'."
"My gracious, Lew Wetzel!" exclaimed Betty as her brother and the hunter
rejoined the others. "Have you come all the way over here without a gun? And
you have on a new suit of buckskin."
Lewis stood a moment by Betty, gazing down at her with his slight smile. He
looked exceedingly well. His face was not yet bronzed by summer suns. His long
black hair, of which he was as proud as a woman could have been, and of which
he took as much care as he did of his rifle, waved over his shoulders.
"Betty, this is my birthday, but that ain't the reason I've got my fine
feathers on. I'm goin' to try and make an impression on you," replied Lewis,
smiling.
"I declare, this is very sudden. But you have succeeded. Who made the suit?
And where did you get all that pretty fringe and those beautiful beads?"
"That stuff I picked up round an Injun camp. The suit I made myself."
"I think, Lewis, I must get you to help me make my new gown," said Betty,
roguishly.
"Well, I must be getting' back," said Wetzel, rising.
"Oh, don't go yet. You have not talked to me at all,"" said Betty petulantly.
She walked to the gate with him.
"What can an Injun hunter say to amuse the belle of the border?"
"I don't want to be amused exactly. I mean I'm not used to being unnoticed,
especially by you." And then in a lower tone she continued: "What did you mean
about Mr. Miller? I heard his name and Eb looked worried. What did you tell
him?""
"Never mind now, Betty. Maybe I'll tell you some day. It's enough for you to
know the Colonel don't like Miller and that I think he is a bad man. You don't
care nothin' for Miller, do you Betty?"
"Not in the least."
"Don't see him any more, Betty. Good-night, now, I must be goin' to supper."
"Lew, stop! or I shall run after you."
"And what good would your runnin' do?" said Lewis "You'd never ketch me. Why,
I could give you twenty paces start and beat you to yon tree."
"You can't. Come, try it," retorted Betty, catching hold of her skirt. She
could never have allowed a challenge like that to pass.
"Ha! ha! We are in for a race. Betty. if you beat him, start or no start, you
will have accomplished something never done before," said Col. Zane.
"Come, Silas, step off twenty paces and make them long ones," said Betty, who
was in earnest.
"We'll make it forty paces," said Silas, as he commenced taking immense
strides.
"What is Lewis looking at?" remarked Col. Zane's wife.
Wetzel, in taking his position for the race, had faced the river. Mrs. Zane
had seen him start suddenly, straighten up and for a moment stand like a
statue. Her exclamation drew he attention of the others to the hunter.
"Look!" he cried, waving his hand toward the river.
"I declare, Wetzel, you are always seeing something. Where shall I look? Ah,
yes, there is a dark form moving along the bank. By jove! I believe it's an
Indian," said Col. Zane.
Jonathan darted into the house. When he reappeared second later he had three
rifles.
"I see horses, Lew. What do you make out?" said Jonathan. "It's a bold
manoeuvre for Indians unless they have a strong force."
"Hostile Injuns wouldn't show themselves like that. Maybe they ain't redskins
at all. We'll go down to the bluff."
"Oh, yes, let us go," cried Betty, walking down the path toward Wetzel.
Col. Zane followed her, and presently the whole party were on their way to the
river. When they reached the bluff they saw two horses come down the opposite
bank and enter the water. Then they seemed to fade from view. The tall trees
east a dark shadow over the water and the horses had become lost in this
obscurity. Col. Zane and Jonathan walked up and down the bank seeking to find
a place which afforded a clearer view of the river.
"There they come," shouted Silas.
"Yes, I see them just swimming out of the shadow," said Col. Zane. "Both
horses have riders. Lewis, what can you make out?"
"It's Isaac and an Indian girl," answered Wetzel.
This startlingannouncement created a commotion in the little group. It was
followed by a chorus of exclamations.
"Heavens! Wetzel, you have wonderful eyes. I hope to God you are right. There,
I see the foremost rider waving his hand," cried Col. Zane.
"Oh, Bessie, Bessie! I believe Lew is right. Look at Tige," said Betty
excitedly.
Everybody had forgotten the dog. He had come down the path with Betty and had
pressed close to her. First he trembled, then whined, then with a loud bark he
ran down the bank and dashed into the water.
"Hel-lo, Betts," came the cry across the water. There was no mistaking that
clear voice. It was Isaac's.
Although the sun had long gone down behind the hills daylight lingered. It was
bright enough for the watchers to recognize Isaac Zane. He sat high on his
horse and in his hand he held the bridle of a pony that was swimming beside
him. The pony bore the slender figure of a girl. She was bending forward and
her hands were twisted in the pony's mane.
By this time the Colonel and Jonathan were standing in the shallow water
waiting to grasp the reins and lead the horses up the steep bank. Attracted by
the unusual sight of a wildly gesticulating group on the river bluff, the
settlers from the Fort hurried down to the scene of action. Capt. Boggs and
Alfred Clarke joined the crowd. Old Sam came running down from the barn. All
were intensely excited and Col. Zane and Jonathan reached for the bridles and
led the horses up the slippery incline.
"Eb, Jack, Silas, here I am alive and well," cried Isaac as he leaped from his
horse. "Betty, you darling, it's Isaac. Don't stand staring as if I were a
ghost."
Whereupon Betty ran to him, flung her arms around his neck and clung to him.
Isaac kissed her tenderly and disengaged himself from her arms.
"You'll get all wet. Glad to see me? Well, I never had such a happy moment in
my life. Betty, I have brought you home one whom you must love This is
Myeerah, your sister. She is wet and cold. Take her home and make her warm and
comfortable. You must forget all the past, for Myeerah has saved me from the
stake."
Betty had forgotten the other. At her brother's words she turned and saw a
slender form. Even the wet, mud-stained and ragged Indian costume failed to
hide the grace of that figure. She saw a beautiful face, as white as her own,
and dark eyes full of unshed tears.
"The Eagle is free," said the Indian girl in her low, musical voice.
"You have brought him home to us. Come," said Betty taking the hand of the
trembling maiden.
The settlers crowded round Isaac and greeted him warms while they plied him
with innumerable questions. Was he free? Who was the Indian girl? Had he run
off with her? Were the Indians preparing for war?
On the way to the Colonel's house Isaac told briefly of his escape from the
Wyandots, of his capture by Cornplanter, and of his rescue. He also mentioned
the preparations for war he had seen in Cornplanter's camp, and Girty's story
of Col. Crawford's death.
"How does it come that you have the Indian girl with you?" asked Col. Zane as
they left the curious settlers and entered the house.
"I am going to marry Myeerah and I brought her with me for that purpose. When
we are married I will go back to the Wyandots and live with them until peace
is declared."
"Humph! Will it be declared?"
"Myeerah has promised it, and I believe she can bring it about, especially if
I marry her. Peace with the Hurons may help to bring about peace with the
Shawnees. I shall never cease to work for that end; but even if peace cannot
be secured, my duty still is to Myeerah. She saved me from a most horrible
death."
"If your marriage with this Indian girl will secure the friendly offices of
that grim old warrior Tarhe, it is far more than fighting will ever do. I do
not want you to go back. Would we ever see you again?"
"Oh, yes, often I hope. You see, if I marry Myeerah the Hurons will allow me
every liberty."
"Well, that puts a different light on the subject."
"Oh, how I wish you and Jonathan could have seen Thundercloud and his two
hundred warriors ride into Cornplanter's camp. It was magnificent! The braves
were all crowded near the stake where I was bound. The fire had been lighted.
Suddenly the silence was shattered by an awful yell. It was Thundercloud's
yell. I knew it because I had heard it before, and anyone who had once heard
that yell could never forget it. In what seemed an incredibly short time
Thundercloud's warriors were lined up in the middle of the camp. The surprise
was so complete that, had it been necessary, they could have ridden
Cornplanter's braves down, killed many, routed the others, and burned the
village. Cornplanter will not get over that surprise in many a moon."
Betty had always hated the very mention of the Indian girl who had been the
cause of her brother's long absence from home. But she was so happy in the
knowledge of his return that she felt that it was in her power to forgive
much; more over, the white, weary face of the Indian maiden touched Betty's
warm heart. With her quick intuition she had divined that this was even a
greater trial for Myeerah. Undoubtedly the Indian girl feared the scorn of her
lover's people. She showed it in her trembling hands, in her fearful glances.
Finding that Myeerah could speak and understand English, Betty became more
interested in her charge every moment. She set about to make Myeerah
comfortable, and while she removed the wet and stained garments she talked all
the time. She told her how happy she was that Isaac was alive and well. She
said Myeerah's heroism in saving him should atone for all the past, and that
Isaac's family would welcome her in his home.
Gradually Myeerah's agitation subsided under Betty's sweet graciousness, and
by the time Betty had dressed her in a white gown, had brushed the dark hair
and added a bright ribbon to the simple toilet, Myeerah had so far forgotten
her fears as to take a shy pleasure in the picture of herself in the mirror.
As for Betty, she gave vent to a little cry of delight. "Oh, you are perfectly
lovely," cried Betty. "In that gown no one would know you as a Wyandot
princess."
"Myeerah's mother was a white woman."
"I have heard your story, Myeerah, and it is wonderful. You must tell me all
about your life with the Indians. You speak my language almost as well as I
do. Who taught you?"
"Myeerah learned to talk with the White Eagle. She can speak French with the
Coureurs-des-bois."
"That's more than I can do, Myeerah. And I had French teacher," said Betty,
laughing.
"Hello, up there," came Isaac's voice from below.
"Come up, Isaac," called Betty.
"Is this my Indian sweetheart?" exclaimed Isaac, stopping at the door. "Betty,
isn't she--"
"Yes," answered Betty, "she is simply beautiful."
"Come, Myeerah, we must go down to supper," said Isaac, taking her in his arms
and kissing her. "Now you must not be afraid, nor mind being looked at."
"Everyone will be kind to you," said Betty, taking her hand. Myeerah had
slipped from Isaac's arm and hesitated and hung back. "Come," continued Betty,
- hunter [´hʌntə]
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- unusual [ʌn´ju:ʒuəl] a.不平常的；异常的 (初中英语单词)
- running [´rʌniŋ] a.奔跑的；流动的 (初中英语单词)
- darling [´dɑ:liŋ] n.爱人 a.亲爱的 (初中英语单词)
- costume [´kɔstju:m] n.服装(试样)；女装 (初中英语单词)
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- briefly [´bri:fli] ad.简短地；简略地 (初中英语单词)
- capture [´kæptʃə] vt.&n.捕获；俘获；夺取 (初中英语单词)
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- warrior [´wɔriə] n.勇士，战士 (初中英语单词)
- absence [´æbsəns] n.不在，缺席；缺乏 (初中英语单词)
- maiden [´meidn] n.少女 a.未婚的 (初中英语单词)
- undoubtedly [ʌn´dautidli] ad.无疑地，确实地 (初中英语单词)
- fearful [´fiəfəl] a.可怕的；担心的 (初中英语单词)
- charge [tʃɑ:dʒ] v.收费；冲锋 n.费用 (初中英语单词)
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- ribbon [´ribən] n.缎带；带子；色带 (初中英语单词)
- enlist [in´list] vt.征募；赞助 (高中英语单词)
- mistaken [mis´teikən] mistake的过去分词 (高中英语单词)
- distrust [dis´trʌst] n.&vt.不信任，怀疑 (高中英语单词)
- exceedingly [ik´si:diŋli] ad.非常地，极度地 (高中英语单词)
- fringe [´frindʒ] n.穗；边缘；刘海 (高中英语单词)
- colonel [´kə:nəl] n.海(陆)军上校 (高中英语单词)
- straighten [´streitn] v.弄直；矫正；整理 (高中英语单词)
- seeing [si:iŋ] see的现在分词 n.视觉 (高中英语单词)
- startling [´stɑ:tliŋ] a.惊人的 (高中英语单词)
- announcement [ə´naunsmənt] n.通告；宣布；言谈 (高中英语单词)
- foremost [´fɔ:məust] a.最重要的；最先的 (高中英语单词)
- bridle [´braidl] n.(马)笼头；束缚 (高中英语单词)
- hurried [´hʌrid] a.仓促的，慌忙的 (高中英语单词)
- slippery [´slipəri] a.滑的；不稳固的 (高中英语单词)
- tenderly [´tendəli] ad.娇嫩地；柔和地 (高中英语单词)
- ragged [´rægid] a.衣服破烂的 (高中英语单词)
- crowded [´kraudid] a.充(拥)满了的 (高中英语单词)
- innumerable [i´nju:mərəbəl] a.无数的，数不清的 (高中英语单词)
- agitation [,ædʒi´teiʃən] n.鼓动；摇动；焦虑 (高中英语单词)
- toilet [´tɔilit] n.梳妆(台)；卫生间 (高中英语单词)
- learned [´lə:nid] a.有学问的，博学的 (高中英语单词)
- assertion [ə´sə:ʃən] n.断言；主张；论述 (英语四级单词)
- miller [´milə] n.磨坊主；铣床(工) (英语四级单词)
- soberly [´səubəli] ad.严肃地；清醒地 (英语四级单词)
- accomplished [ə´kʌmpliʃt] a.完成了的；熟练的 (英语四级单词)
- exclamation [,eksklə´meiʃən] n.喊(惊)叫；感叹词 (英语四级单词)
- commotion [kə´məuʃən] n.混乱；骚动 (英语四级单词)
- intensely [in´tensli] ad.激烈地；热切地 (英语四级单词)
- taking [´teikiŋ] a.迷人的 n.捕获物 (英语六级单词)
- incredibly [in´kredəbli] ad.难以置信地 (英语六级单词)
- heroism [´herəuizəm] n.英勇；英雄主义 (英语六级单词)
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