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sleds before White River was reached. Here, at the freeze-up, a jam
had piled a barrier allowing the open water, that formed for half a
mile below, to freezesmoothly. This smooth stretch enabled the
racers to make flying exchanges of sleds, and down all the course
they had placed their relays below the jams.
Over the jam and out on to the smooth, Smoke tore along, calling
loudly, "Billy! Billy!"
Billy heard and answered, and by the light of the many fires on the
ice, Smoke saw a sled swing in from the side and come abreast. Its
dogs were fresh and overhauled his. As the sleds swerved toward
each other he leaped across and Billy promptly rolled off.
"Where's Big Olaf?" Smoke cried.
"Leading!" Billy's voice answered; and the fires were left behind
and Smoke was again flying through the wall of blackness.
In the jams of that relay, where the way led across a chaos of up-
ended ice-cakes, and where Smoke slipped off the forward end of the
sled and with a haul-rope toiled behind the wheel-dog, he passed
three sleds. Accidents had happened, and he could hear the men
cutting out dogs and mending harnesses.
Among the jams of the next short relay into Sixty Mile, he passed
two more teams. And that he might know adequately what had happened
to them, one of his own dogs wrenched a shoulder, was unable to keep
up, and was dragged in the harness. Its team-mates, angered, fell
upon it with their fangs, and Smoke was forced to club them off with
the heavy butt of his whip. As he cut the injured animal out, he
heard the whining cries of dogs behind him and the voice of a man
that was familiar. It was Von Schroeder. Smoke called a warning to
prevent a rear-end collision, and the Baron, hawing his animals and
swinging on the gee-pole, went by a dozen feet to the side. Yet so
impenetrable was the blackness that Smoke heard him pass but never
saw him.
On the smooth stretch of ice beside the trading post at Sixty Mile,
Smoke overtake的过去式">overtook two more sleds. All had just changed teams, and for
five minutes they ran abreast, each man on his knees and pouring
whip and voice into the maddened dogs. But Smoke had studied out
that portion of the trail, and now marked the tall pine on the bank
that showed faintly in the light of the many fires. Below that pine
was not merely darkness, but an abrupt cessation of the smooth
stretch. There the trail, he knew, narrowed to a single sled-width.
Leaning out ahead, he caught the haul-rope and drew his leaping sled
up to the wheel-dog. He caught the animal by the hind-legs and
threw it. With a snarl of rage it tried to slash him with its
fangs, but was dragged on by the rest of the team. Its body proved
an efficient brake, and the two other teams, still abreast, dashed
ahead into the darkness for the narrow way.
Smoke heard the crash and uproar of their collision, released his
wheeler, sprang to the gee-pole, and urged his team to the right
into the soft snow where the straining animals wallowed to their
necks. It was exhausting work, but he won by the tangled teams and
gained the hard-packed trail beyond.
VI.
On the relay out of Sixty Mile, Smoke had next to his poorest team,
and though the going was good, he had set it a short fifteen miles.
Two more teams would bring him in to Dawson and to the Gold-
Recorder's office, and Smoke had selected his best animals for the
last two stretches. Sitka Charley himself waited with the eight
Malemutes that would jerk Smoke along for twenty miles, and for the
finish, with a fifteen-mile run, was his own team--the team he had
had all winter and which had been with him in the search for
Surprise Lake.
The two men he had left entangled at Sixty Mile failed to overtake
him, and, on the other hand, his team failed to overtake any of the
three that still led. His animals were willing, though they lacked
stamina and speed, and little urging was needed to keep them jumping
into it at their best. There was nothing for Smoke to do but to lie
face-downward and hold on. Now and again he would plunge out of the
darkness into the circle of light about a blazing fire, catch a
glimpse of furred men standing by harnessed and waiting dogs, and
plunge into the darkness again. Mile after mile, with only the
grind and jar of the runners in his ears, he sped on. Almost
automatically he kept his place as the sled bumped ahead or half-
lifted and heeled on the swings and swerves of the bends. First
one, and then another, without apparent rhyme or reason, three faces
limned themselves on his consciousness: Joy Gastell's, laughing and
audacious; Shorty's, battered and exhausted by the struggle down
Mono Creek; and John Bellew's, seamed and rigid, as if cast in iron,
so unrelenting was its severity. And sometimes Smoke wanted to
shout aloud, to chant a paean of savageexultation, as he remembered
the office of the Billow and the serial story of San Francisco which
he had left unfinished, along with the other fripperies of those
empty days.
The grey twilight of morning was breaking as he exchanged his weary
dogs for the eight fresh Malemutes. Lighter animals than Hudson
Bays, they were capable of greater speed, and they ran with the
supple tirelessness of true wolves. Sitka Charley called out the
order of the teams ahead. Big Olaf led, Arizona Bill was second,
and Von Schroeder third. These were the three best men in the
country. In fact, ere Smoke had left Dawson, the popular betting
had placed them in that order. While they were racing for a
million, at least half a million had been staked by others on the
outcome of the race. No one had bet on Smoke, who, despite his
several known exploits, was still accounted a chechaquo with much to
learn.
As daylight strengthened, Smoke caught sight of a sled ahead, and,
in half an hour, his own lead-dog was leaping at its tail. Not
until the man turned his head to exchange greetings, did Smoke
recognize him as Arizona Bill. Von Schroeder had evidently passed
him. The trail, hard-packed, ran too narrowly through the soft
snow, and for another half-hour Smoke was forced to stay in the
rear. Then they topped an ice-jam and struck a smooth stretch
below, where were a number of relay camps and where the snow was
packed widely. On his knees, swinging his whip and yelling, Smoke
drew abreast. He noted that Arizona Bill's right arm hung dead at
his side, and that he was compelled to pour leather with his left
hand. Awkward as it was, he had no hand left with which to hold on,
and frequently he had to cease from the whip and clutch to save
himself from falling off. Smoke remembered the scrimmage in the
creek bed at Three Below Discovery, and understood. Shorty's advice
had been sound.
"What's happened?" Smoke asked, as he began to pull ahead.
"I don't know," Arizona Bill answered. "I think I threw my shoulder
out in the scrapping."
He dropped behind very slowly, though when the last relay station
was in sight he was fully half a mile in the rear. Ahead, bunched
together, Smoke could see Big Olaf and Von Schroeder. Again Smoke
arose to his knees, and he lifted his jaded dogs into a burst of
speed such as a man only can who has the proper instinct for dog-
driving. He drew up close to the tail of Von Schroeder's sled, and
in this order the three sleds dashed out on the smooth going, below
a jam, where many men and many dogs waited. Dawson was fifteen
miles away.
Von Schroeder, with his ten-mile relays, had changed five miles
back, and would change five miles ahead. So he held on, keeping his
dogs at full leap. Big Olaf and Smoke made flying changes, and
their fresh teams immediately regained what had been lost to the
Baron. Big Olaf led past, and Smoke followed into the narrow trail
beyond.
"Still good, but not so good," Smoke paraphrased Spencer to himself.
Of Von Schroeder, now behind, he had no fear; but ahead was the
greatest dog-driver in the country. To pass him seemed impossible.
Again and again, many times, Smoke forced his leader to the other's
sled-trail, and each time Big Olaf let out another link and drew
away. Smoke contented himself with taking the pace, and hung on
grimly. The race was not lost until one or the other won, and in
fifteen miles many things could happen.
Three miles from Dawson something did happen. To Smoke's surprise,
Big Olaf rose up and with oaths and leather proceeded to fetch out
the last ounce of effort in his animals. It was a spurt that should
have been reserved for the last hundred yards instead of being begun
three miles from the finish. Sheer dog-killing that it was, Smoke
followed. His own team was superb. No dogs on the Yukon had had
harder work or were in better condition. Besides, Smoke had toiled
with them, and eaten and bedded with them, and he knew each dog as
an individual, and how best to win in to the animal's intelligence
and extract its last least shred of willingness.
They topped a small jam and struck the smooth-going below. Big Olaf
was barely fifty feet ahead. A sled shot out from the side and drew
in toward him, and Smoke understood Big Olaf's terrific spurt. He
had tried to gain a lead for the change. This fresh team that
waited to jerk him down the home stretch had been a private surprise
of his. Even the men who had backed him to win had had no knowledge
of it.
Smoke strovedesperately to pass during the exchange of sleds.
Lifting his dogs to the effort, he ate up the intervening fifty
feet. With urging and pouring of leather, he went to the side and
on until his lead-dog was jumping abreast of Big Olaf's wheeler. On
the other side, abreast, was the relay sled. At the speed they were
going, Big Olaf did not dare the flying leap. If he missed and fell
off, Smoke would be in the lead and the race would be lost.
Big Olaf tried to spurt ahead, and he lifted his dogs magnificently,
but Smoke's leader still continued to jump beside Big Olaf's
wheeler. For half a mile the three sleds tore and bounced along
side by side. The smooth stretch was nearing its end when Big Olaf
took the chance. As the flying sleds swerved toward each other, he
leaped, and the instant he struck he was on his knees, with whip and
voice spurting the fresh team. The smooth pinched out into the
narrow trail, and he jumped his dogs ahead and into it with a lead
of barely a yard.
A man was not beaten until he was beaten, was Smoke's conclusion,
and drive no matter how, Big Olaf failed to shake him off. No team
Smoke had driven that night could have stood such a killing pace and
kept up with fresh dogs--no team save this one. Nevertheless, the
pace WAS killing it, and as they began to round the bluff at
Klondike City, he could feel the pitch of strength going out of his
animals. Almost imperceptibly they lagged, and foot by foot Big
Olaf drew away until he led by a score of yards.
A great cheer went up from the population of Klondike City assembled
on the ice. Here the Klondike entered the Yukon, and half a mile
away, across the Klondike, on the north bank, stood Dawson. An
outburst of madder cheering arose, and Smoke caught a glimpse of a
sled shooting out to him. He recognized the splendid animals that
drew it. They were Joy Gastell's. And Joy Gastell drove them. The
hood of her squirrel-skin parka was tossed back, revealing the
cameo-like oval of her face outlined against her heavily-massed
hair. Mittens had been discarded, and with bare hands she clung to
whip and sled.
"Jump!" she cried, as her leader snarled at Smoke's.
Smoke struck the sled behind her. It rocked violently from the
impact of his body, but she was full up on her knees and swinging
the whip.
"Hi! You! Mush on! Chook! Chook!" she was crying, and the dogs
whined and yelped in eagerness of desire and effort to overtake Big
Olaf.
And then, as the lead-dog caught the tail of Big Olaf's sled, and
yard by yard drew up abreast, the great crowd on the Dawson bank
went mad. It WAS a great crowd, for the men had dropped their tools
on all the creeks and come down to see the outcome of the race, and
a dead heat at the end of a hundred and ten miles justified any
madness.
"When you're in the lead I'm going to drop off!" Joy cried out over
her shoulder.
had piled a barrier allowing the open water, that formed for half a
mile below, to freezesmoothly. This smooth stretch enabled the
racers to make flying exchanges of sleds, and down all the course
they had placed their relays below the jams.
Over the jam and out on to the smooth, Smoke tore along, calling
loudly, "Billy! Billy!"
Billy heard and answered, and by the light of the many fires on the
ice, Smoke saw a sled swing in from the side and come abreast. Its
dogs were fresh and overhauled his. As the sleds swerved toward
each other he leaped across and Billy promptly rolled off.
"Where's Big Olaf?" Smoke cried.
"Leading!" Billy's voice answered; and the fires were left behind
and Smoke was again flying through the wall of blackness.
In the jams of that relay, where the way led across a chaos of up-
ended ice-cakes, and where Smoke slipped off the forward end of the
sled and with a haul-rope toiled behind the wheel-dog, he passed
three sleds. Accidents had happened, and he could hear the men
cutting out dogs and mending harnesses.
Among the jams of the next short relay into Sixty Mile, he passed
two more teams. And that he might know adequately what had happened
to them, one of his own dogs wrenched a shoulder, was unable to keep
up, and was dragged in the harness. Its team-mates, angered, fell
upon it with their fangs, and Smoke was forced to club them off with
the heavy butt of his whip. As he cut the injured animal out, he
heard the whining cries of dogs behind him and the voice of a man
that was familiar. It was Von Schroeder. Smoke called a warning to
prevent a rear-end collision, and the Baron, hawing his animals and
swinging on the gee-pole, went by a dozen feet to the side. Yet so
impenetrable was the blackness that Smoke heard him pass but never
saw him.
On the smooth stretch of ice beside the trading post at Sixty Mile,
Smoke overtake的过去式">overtook two more sleds. All had just changed teams, and for
five minutes they ran abreast, each man on his knees and pouring
whip and voice into the maddened dogs. But Smoke had studied out
that portion of the trail, and now marked the tall pine on the bank
that showed faintly in the light of the many fires. Below that pine
was not merely darkness, but an abrupt cessation of the smooth
stretch. There the trail, he knew, narrowed to a single sled-width.
Leaning out ahead, he caught the haul-rope and drew his leaping sled
up to the wheel-dog. He caught the animal by the hind-legs and
threw it. With a snarl of rage it tried to slash him with its
fangs, but was dragged on by the rest of the team. Its body proved
an efficient brake, and the two other teams, still abreast, dashed
ahead into the darkness for the narrow way.
Smoke heard the crash and uproar of their collision, released his
wheeler, sprang to the gee-pole, and urged his team to the right
into the soft snow where the straining animals wallowed to their
necks. It was exhausting work, but he won by the tangled teams and
gained the hard-packed trail beyond.
VI.
On the relay out of Sixty Mile, Smoke had next to his poorest team,
and though the going was good, he had set it a short fifteen miles.
Two more teams would bring him in to Dawson and to the Gold-
Recorder's office, and Smoke had selected his best animals for the
last two stretches. Sitka Charley himself waited with the eight
Malemutes that would jerk Smoke along for twenty miles, and for the
finish, with a fifteen-mile run, was his own team--the team he had
had all winter and which had been with him in the search for
Surprise Lake.
The two men he had left entangled at Sixty Mile failed to overtake
him, and, on the other hand, his team failed to overtake any of the
three that still led. His animals were willing, though they lacked
stamina and speed, and little urging was needed to keep them jumping
into it at their best. There was nothing for Smoke to do but to lie
face-downward and hold on. Now and again he would plunge out of the
darkness into the circle of light about a blazing fire, catch a
glimpse of furred men standing by harnessed and waiting dogs, and
plunge into the darkness again. Mile after mile, with only the
grind and jar of the runners in his ears, he sped on. Almost
automatically he kept his place as the sled bumped ahead or half-
lifted and heeled on the swings and swerves of the bends. First
one, and then another, without apparent rhyme or reason, three faces
limned themselves on his consciousness: Joy Gastell's, laughing and
audacious; Shorty's, battered and exhausted by the struggle down
Mono Creek; and John Bellew's, seamed and rigid, as if cast in iron,
so unrelenting was its severity. And sometimes Smoke wanted to
shout aloud, to chant a paean of savageexultation, as he remembered
the office of the Billow and the serial story of San Francisco which
he had left unfinished, along with the other fripperies of those
empty days.
The grey twilight of morning was breaking as he exchanged his weary
dogs for the eight fresh Malemutes. Lighter animals than Hudson
Bays, they were capable of greater speed, and they ran with the
supple tirelessness of true wolves. Sitka Charley called out the
order of the teams ahead. Big Olaf led, Arizona Bill was second,
and Von Schroeder third. These were the three best men in the
country. In fact, ere Smoke had left Dawson, the popular betting
had placed them in that order. While they were racing for a
million, at least half a million had been staked by others on the
outcome of the race. No one had bet on Smoke, who, despite his
several known exploits, was still accounted a chechaquo with much to
learn.
As daylight strengthened, Smoke caught sight of a sled ahead, and,
in half an hour, his own lead-dog was leaping at its tail. Not
until the man turned his head to exchange greetings, did Smoke
recognize him as Arizona Bill. Von Schroeder had evidently passed
him. The trail, hard-packed, ran too narrowly through the soft
snow, and for another half-hour Smoke was forced to stay in the
rear. Then they topped an ice-jam and struck a smooth stretch
below, where were a number of relay camps and where the snow was
packed widely. On his knees, swinging his whip and yelling, Smoke
drew abreast. He noted that Arizona Bill's right arm hung dead at
his side, and that he was compelled to pour leather with his left
hand. Awkward as it was, he had no hand left with which to hold on,
and frequently he had to cease from the whip and clutch to save
himself from falling off. Smoke remembered the scrimmage in the
creek bed at Three Below Discovery, and understood. Shorty's advice
had been sound.
"What's happened?" Smoke asked, as he began to pull ahead.
"I don't know," Arizona Bill answered. "I think I threw my shoulder
out in the scrapping."
He dropped behind very slowly, though when the last relay station
was in sight he was fully half a mile in the rear. Ahead, bunched
together, Smoke could see Big Olaf and Von Schroeder. Again Smoke
arose to his knees, and he lifted his jaded dogs into a burst of
speed such as a man only can who has the proper instinct for dog-
driving. He drew up close to the tail of Von Schroeder's sled, and
in this order the three sleds dashed out on the smooth going, below
a jam, where many men and many dogs waited. Dawson was fifteen
miles away.
Von Schroeder, with his ten-mile relays, had changed five miles
back, and would change five miles ahead. So he held on, keeping his
dogs at full leap. Big Olaf and Smoke made flying changes, and
their fresh teams immediately regained what had been lost to the
Baron. Big Olaf led past, and Smoke followed into the narrow trail
beyond.
"Still good, but not so good," Smoke paraphrased Spencer to himself.
Of Von Schroeder, now behind, he had no fear; but ahead was the
greatest dog-driver in the country. To pass him seemed impossible.
Again and again, many times, Smoke forced his leader to the other's
sled-trail, and each time Big Olaf let out another link and drew
away. Smoke contented himself with taking the pace, and hung on
grimly. The race was not lost until one or the other won, and in
fifteen miles many things could happen.
Three miles from Dawson something did happen. To Smoke's surprise,
Big Olaf rose up and with oaths and leather proceeded to fetch out
the last ounce of effort in his animals. It was a spurt that should
have been reserved for the last hundred yards instead of being begun
three miles from the finish. Sheer dog-killing that it was, Smoke
followed. His own team was superb. No dogs on the Yukon had had
harder work or were in better condition. Besides, Smoke had toiled
with them, and eaten and bedded with them, and he knew each dog as
an individual, and how best to win in to the animal's intelligence
and extract its last least shred of willingness.
They topped a small jam and struck the smooth-going below. Big Olaf
was barely fifty feet ahead. A sled shot out from the side and drew
in toward him, and Smoke understood Big Olaf's terrific spurt. He
had tried to gain a lead for the change. This fresh team that
waited to jerk him down the home stretch had been a private surprise
of his. Even the men who had backed him to win had had no knowledge
of it.
Smoke strovedesperately to pass during the exchange of sleds.
Lifting his dogs to the effort, he ate up the intervening fifty
feet. With urging and pouring of leather, he went to the side and
on until his lead-dog was jumping abreast of Big Olaf's wheeler. On
the other side, abreast, was the relay sled. At the speed they were
going, Big Olaf did not dare the flying leap. If he missed and fell
off, Smoke would be in the lead and the race would be lost.
Big Olaf tried to spurt ahead, and he lifted his dogs magnificently,
but Smoke's leader still continued to jump beside Big Olaf's
wheeler. For half a mile the three sleds tore and bounced along
side by side. The smooth stretch was nearing its end when Big Olaf
took the chance. As the flying sleds swerved toward each other, he
leaped, and the instant he struck he was on his knees, with whip and
voice spurting the fresh team. The smooth pinched out into the
narrow trail, and he jumped his dogs ahead and into it with a lead
of barely a yard.
A man was not beaten until he was beaten, was Smoke's conclusion,
and drive no matter how, Big Olaf failed to shake him off. No team
Smoke had driven that night could have stood such a killing pace and
kept up with fresh dogs--no team save this one. Nevertheless, the
pace WAS killing it, and as they began to round the bluff at
Klondike City, he could feel the pitch of strength going out of his
animals. Almost imperceptibly they lagged, and foot by foot Big
Olaf drew away until he led by a score of yards.
A great cheer went up from the population of Klondike City assembled
on the ice. Here the Klondike entered the Yukon, and half a mile
away, across the Klondike, on the north bank, stood Dawson. An
outburst of madder cheering arose, and Smoke caught a glimpse of a
sled shooting out to him. He recognized the splendid animals that
drew it. They were Joy Gastell's. And Joy Gastell drove them. The
hood of her squirrel-skin parka was tossed back, revealing the
cameo-like oval of her face outlined against her heavily-massed
hair. Mittens had been discarded, and with bare hands she clung to
whip and sled.
"Jump!" she cried, as her leader snarled at Smoke's.
Smoke struck the sled behind her. It rocked violently from the
impact of his body, but she was full up on her knees and swinging
the whip.
"Hi! You! Mush on! Chook! Chook!" she was crying, and the dogs
whined and yelped in eagerness of desire and effort to overtake Big
Olaf.
And then, as the lead-dog caught the tail of Big Olaf's sled, and
yard by yard drew up abreast, the great crowd on the Dawson bank
went mad. It WAS a great crowd, for the men had dropped their tools
on all the creeks and come down to see the outcome of the race, and
a dead heat at the end of a hundred and ten miles justified any
madness.
"When you're in the lead I'm going to drop off!" Joy cried out over
her shoulder.
- freeze [fri:z]
v.结冰；凝固；冷淡 (初中英语单词) - promptly [´prɔmptli] ad.敏捷地；即时地 (初中英语单词)
- unable [ʌn´eibəl] a.不能的；无能为力的 (初中英语单词)
- harness [´hɑ:nis] vt.上马具 n.马具 (初中英语单词)
- portion [´pɔ:ʃən] n.嫁妆；命运 vt.分配 (初中英语单词)
- sprang [spræŋ] spring 的过去式 (初中英语单词)
- willing [´wiliŋ] a.情愿的，乐意的 (初中英语单词)
- plunge [plʌndʒ] v.插进 n.投入；冲击 (初中英语单词)
- circle [´sə:kəl] n.圆圈 v.环绕；盘旋 (初中英语单词)
- standing [´stændiŋ] n.持续 a.直立的 (初中英语单词)
- waiting [´weitiŋ] n.等候；伺候 (初中英语单词)
- apparent [ə´pærənt] a.显然的；表面上的 (初中英语单词)
- savage [´sævidʒ] a.野蛮的 n.蛮人 (初中英语单词)
- twilight [´twailait] n.黎明；黄昏 (初中英语单词)
- capable [´keipəbəl] a.有能力；能干的 (初中英语单词)
- despite [di´spait] prep.尽管 (初中英语单词)
- daylight [´deilait] n.日光；黎明 (初中英语单词)
- evidently [´evidəntli] ad.明显地 (初中英语单词)
- clutch [klʌtʃ] v.抓住 n.爪子；控制 (初中英语单词)
- instinct [´instiŋkt] n.本能；直觉；天资 (初中英语单词)
- barely [´beəli] ad.公开地；仅仅 (初中英语单词)
- instant [´instənt] a.立即的 n.紧迫；瞬间 (初中英语单词)
- beaten [´bi:tn] beat 的过去分词 (初中英语单词)
- driven [´driv(ə)n] drive 的过去分词 (初中英语单词)
- nevertheless [,nevəðə´les] conj.&ad.然而；不过 (初中英语单词)
- glimpse [glimps] n.&v.瞥见 (初中英语单词)
- barrier [´bæriə] n.栅栏；屏障；障碍 (高中英语单词)
- smoothly [´smu:ðli] ad.光滑地；顺利地 (高中英语单词)
- abreast [ə´brest] ad.并排，并肩 (高中英语单词)
- studied [´stʌdid] a.故意的；有计划的 (高中英语单词)
- faintly [´feintli] ad.微弱地，软弱无力的 (高中英语单词)
- abrupt [ə´brʌpt] a.突然的；粗鲁的 (高中英语单词)
- efficient [i´fiʃənt] a.有效的，有能力的 (高中英语单词)
- overtake [,əuvə´teik] vt.追上；赶上 (高中英语单词)
- consciousness [´kɔnʃəsnis] n.意识；觉悟；知觉 (高中英语单词)
- arizona [,æri´zəunə] n.亚利桑那(州) (高中英语单词)
- awkward [´ɔ:kwəd] a.笨拙的；为难的 (高中英语单词)
- contented [kən´tentid] a.满足的；心满意足的 (高中英语单词)
- extract [ik´strækt, ´ekstrækt] vt.取出；摘录 n.精华 (高中英语单词)
- terrific [tə´rifik] a.可怕的；极大的 (高中英语单词)
- strove [strəuv] strive的过去式 (高中英语单词)
- desperately [´despəritli] ad.绝望地；拼命地 (高中英语单词)
- violently [´vaiələntli] ad.强暴地；猛烈地 (高中英语单词)
- eagerness [´i:gənis] n.渴望；热忱 (高中英语单词)
- warning [´wɔ:niŋ] n.警告；前兆 a.预告的 (英语四级单词)
- blackness [´blæknis] n.黑色；阴险 (英语四级单词)
- overtook [,əuvə´tuk] overtake的过去式 (英语四级单词)
- uproar [´ʌprɔ:] n.喧嚣；骚动；轰鸣，轰动 (英语四级单词)
- severity [si´veriti] n.严厉；严重；苛刻 (英语四级单词)
- billow [´biləu] n.巨浪 v.(使)翻腾 (英语四级单词)
- unfinished [´ʌn´finiʃt] a.未完成的，未完工的 (英语四级单词)
- superb [su:´pə:b, sju:-] a.宏伟的；极好的 (英语四级单词)
- outcome [´autkʌm] n.结果；后果；成果 (英语四级单词)
- adequately [´ædikwitli] ad.足够地；适当地 (英语六级单词)
- collision [kə´liʒən] n.碰幢；冲突；互撞事件 (英语六级单词)
- exultation [egzʌl´teiʃən] n.欢腾，狂欢 (英语六级单词)
- narrowly [´nærəuli] ad.勉强地；严密地 (英语六级单词)
- half-hour [´hɑ:f-auə] n.&a.(每)三十分钟的 (英语六级单词)
- spencer [´spensə] n.(羊毛)短上衣 (英语六级单词)
- taking [´teikiŋ] a.迷人的 n.捕获物 (英语六级单词)
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