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As a person who loves reading books and records each drop of idea. I always think about to share my reading notes with you, and there is no orginal English book with clearly Vocabulary List, so I want to do a thing, to write down some articles with my thought, ideas, and my way of reading.
Supper /ˈsʌpə/: the meal that you have in the early evening.
* There we put up our tent, and we cook and eat our simple supper.
Tent /tent/: a shelter consisting of a sheet of cloth supported by poles and ropes, used especially for camping.
* You pull your side of the tent hard, and pull out all the ropes on his side.
Fool /fuːl/: a stupid prson or someone who has done something stupid. (Idiot!)
* Ah! The stupid fool!
Terrible /ˈterəbəl/: very bad! (Awful!)
* You wake up and you understand that something terrible has happened
Blow down: if the wind blows something down, or if something blows down, the wind makes it fall.
* The tent has blown down, I think.
Chapter 2 : We Start To Make Plans
We pulled out the maps and we discussed plans.
We decided to start on the following Saturday. Harris and I would go down to Kingston in the morning and take the boat up to Chertsey, but George could not leave the City until the afternoon. So George was going to meet us at Chertsey.
The next question was where to sleep at night.
George and I didn’t want to sleep in hotels at night. We wanted to sleep outside. ‘How beautiful,’ we said, ‘in the country, by the river, with the birds, the flowers and the trees all around us!’
I can imagine it easily…
At the end of the day, night comes and the world is peaceful and calm. Our little boat moves silently into some quiet little corner on the river. There we put up our tent, and we cook and eat our simple supper. Then we fill our pipes and we sit and talk quietly. Sometimes we stop for a moment or two and we listen to the water as it plays gently against the boat. The silver moon shines down on us and our heads are full of beautiful thoughts. We sit in silence for a time. We don’t want to speak. Then we laugh quietly, put away our pipes, say ‘Goodnight’ and go to bed. The peaceful sound of the water against the boat sends us to sleep, and we dream. We dream that the world is young again…
‘And what about when it rains?’ Harris said.
He was right. When it rains, you don’t enjoy living in tents.
I thought about it again…
It is evening. You’re very wet. There’s a lot of water in the boat and everything in it is wet, too. You find a place on the river bank which isn’t as wet as other places. You get out of the boat, pull out the tent, and two of you try to put it up. Because it’s wet, it’s very heavy. And then it falls on top of you. You can’t get it off your head, and you get angry. All the time it’s raining heavily. It’s difficult to put up a tent in good weather. In wet weather it’s almost possible. The other man doesn’t help you. He starts to play about. You get your side of the tent up and begin to tie the ropes to the ground. Just then he pulls the tent from his side, and he destroys all your hand work.
‘Here! What do you think you are doing?’ you call out.
‘What are you doing, you mean,’ he answers angrily.
‘Don’t pull it! You’ve got it all wrong, you stupid man!’ you cry.
‘No, I haven’t!’ he shouts. ‘Let your side go!’
‘I tell you, you’re wrong!’ you scream, and you wish you could get to him to hit him. You pull your side of the tent hard, and pull out all the ropes on his side.
‘Ah! The stupid fool!’ you hear him say to himself. And then, suddenly, he gives a violent pull, and your side comes out, too. Slowly, you start to go round to his side to tell him what you think of him. At the same time, he begins to come round the other way, to tell you what he feels. And you follow each other round and round, and you shout at each other, until the tent falls down. And there you are! You stand and look at each other across the tent. At the same time, you both call out, ‘There you are!’ What did I tell you?’
Meanwile, the third man has been trying to get the water out of the boat. The water has run up his arms, and he is wet and angry. Suddenly, he wants to know what you are doing, and why the tent is not up yet.
When at last, the tent is up, you carry the things out of the boat. Supper is mostly rainwater, rainwater bread, rainwater soup. Happily, you have something strong to drink. This brings back your interest in life until it is time to go to bed.
There you dream that a very large animal has suddenly sat down on you. You wake up and you understand that something terrible has happened. At first, you think that the world has ended. Then you think that this can’t be true. So it must be thieves, or murderers, or fire. No help comes, and all you know is that thousands of people are kicking you, and you can’t breathe.
Somebody else is is trouble, too. You can hear his cries. They are coming from under your bed.
You decide to fight, and you hit out, left and right, with your arms and your legs. You are shouting all the time. At last you find your head in the fresh air. Near you, you see a half dressed murderer. He is waiting to kill you. You are just going to start fighting him when you see that it’s Jim.
At the same moment, he sees that it’s you.
‘Oh, it’s you, is it?’ he says.
‘Yes,’ you answer, ‘What’s happened?’
‘The tent has blown down, I think,’ he says, ‘Where’s Bill?’
Then you both shout for Bill. The ground underneath you moves, and a voice says, ‘Get off my head!’
The next day you have no voices because you have all caught colds, and all day you argue with each other in angry whispers…
We therefore decided that we would sleep out in tents on fine nights, and in hotels when it rained.
Montmorency was very pleased about this. He doesn’t like peace and quiet. He prefers noise, but he looks so good, so well-behaved. When old ladies and gentlemen look at him, tears come into their eyes.
When he first came to live with me, I thought, ‘This dog will not be with me long. He is too good for this world.’ But, by the end of the year, he had killed twelve chickens, which I had to pay for… I had pulled him out of a hundred and fourteen street fights… A woman had brought me a dead cat and had called me a murderer. Then I changed my ideas about Montmorency.
We had decided where to sleep, so now we had to discuss what to take with us. We began to argue about this, so we agreed that we had done enough for one night.
When I read through this chapter, I thought these guys were quite fun and stupid, they always argue with each other and say some complaints. And the Montmorency is a dog actually. These three idiots did know how to make tent, and they got cold after a night.
Don’t have to read very clearly in this book, just seem it as an humorous story, then you could get a different feeling.