by Mark Twain


My father was a St. Bernard, my mother was a collie, but I am a

Presbyterian. This is what my mother told me, I do not know these nice

distinctions myself. To me they are only fine large words meaning

nothing. My mother had a fondness for such; she liked to say them, and

see other dogs look surprised and envious, as wondering how she got so

much education. But, indeed, it was not real education; it was only

show: she got the words by listening in the dining-room and drawing-room

when there was company, and by going with the children to Sunday-school

and listening there; and whenever she heard a large word she said it over

to herself many times, and so was able to keep it until there was a

dogmatic gathering in the neighborhood, then she would get it off, and

surprise and distress them all, from pocket-pup to mastiff, which

rewarded her for all her trouble. If there was a stranger he was nearly

sure to be suspicious, and when he got his breath again he would ask her

what it meant. And she always told him. He was never expecting this but

thought he would catch her; so when she told him, he was the one that

looked ashamed, whereas he had thought it was going to be she. The

others were always waiting for this, and glad of it and proud of her, for

they knew what was going to happen, because they had had experience.

When she told the meaning of a big word they were all so taken up with

admiration that it never occurred to any dog to doubt if it was the right

one; and that was natural, because, for one thing, she answered up so

promptly that it seemed like a dictionary speaking, and for another

thing, where could they find out whether it was right or not? for she was

the only cultivated dog there was. By and by, when I was older, she

brought home the word Unintellectual, one time, and worked it pretty hard

all the week at different gatherings, making much unhappiness and

despondency; and it was at this time that I noticed that during that week

she was asked for the meaning at eight different assemblages, and flashed

out a fresh definition every time, which showed me that she had more

presence of mind than culture, though I said nothing, of course. She had

one word which she always kept on hand, and ready, like a life-preserver,

a kind of emergency word to strap on when she was likely to get washed

overboard in a sudden way--that was the word Synonymous. When she

happened to fetch out a long word which had had its day weeks before and

its prepared meanings gone to her dump-pile, if there was a stranger

there of course it knocked him groggy for a couple of minutes, then he

would come to, and by that time she would be away down wind on another

tack, and not expecting anything; so when he'd hail and ask her to cash

in, I (the only dog on the inside of her game) could see her canvas

flicker a moment--but only just a moment--then it would belly out taut

and full, and she would say, as calm as a summer's day, "It's synonymous

with supererogation," or some godless long reptile of a word like that,

and go placidly about and skim away on the next tack, perfectly

comfortable, you know, and leave that stranger looking profane and

embarrassed, and the initiated slatting the floor with their tails in

unison and their faces transfigured with a holy joy.

And it was the same with phrases. She would drag home a whole phrase, if

it had a grand sound, and play it six nights and two matinees, and

explain it a new way every time--which she had to, for all she cared for

was the phrase; she wasn't interested in what it meant, and knew those

dogs hadn't wit enough to catch her, anyway. Yes, she was a daisy! She

got so she wasn't afraid of anything, she had such confidence in the

ignorance of those creatures. She even brought anecdotes that she had

heard the family and the dinner-guests laugh and shout over; and as a

rule she got the nub of one chestnut hitched onto another chestnut,

where, of course, it didn't fit and hadn't any point; and when she

delivered the nub she fell over and rolled on the floor and laughed and

barked in the most insane way, while I could see that she was wondering

to herself why it didn't seem as funny as it did when she first heard it.

But no harm was done; the others rolled and barked too, privately ashamed

of themselves for not seeing the point, and never suspecting that the

fault was not with them and there wasn't any to see.

You can see by these things that she was of a rather vain and frivolous

character; still, she had virtues, and enough to make up, I think. She

had a kind heart and gentle ways, and never harbored resentments for

injuries done her, but put them easily out of her mind and forgot them;

and she taught her children her kindly way, and from her we learned also

to be brave and prompt in time of danger, and not to run away, but face

the peril that threatened friend or stranger, and help him the best we

could without stopping to think what the cost might be to us. And she

taught us not by words only, but by example, and that is the best way and

the surest and the most lasting. Why, the brave things she did, the

splendid things! she was just a soldier; and so modest about it--well,

you couldn't help admiring her, and you couldn't help imitating her; not

even a King Charles spaniel could remain entirely despicable in her

society. So, as you see, there was more to her than her education.


When I was well grown, at last, I was sold and taken away, and I never

saw her again. She was broken-hearted, and so was I, and we cried; but

she comforted me as well as she could, and said we were sent into this

world for a wise and good purpose, and must do our duties without

repining, take our life as we might find it, live it for the best good of

others, and never mind about the results; they were not our affair. She

said men who did like this would have a noble and beautiful reward by and

by in another world, and although we animals would not go there, to do

well and right without reward would give to our brief lives a worthiness

and dignity which in itself would be a reward. She had gathered these

things from time to time when she had gone to the Sunday-school with the

children, and had laid them up in her memory more carefully than she had

done with those other words and phrases; and she had studied them deeply,

for her good and ours. One may see by this that she had a wise and

thoughtful head, for all there was so much lightness and vanity in it.

So we said our farewells, and looked our last upon each other through our

tears; and the last thing she said--keeping it for the last to make me

remember it the better, I think--was, "In memory of me, when there is a

time of danger to another do not think of yourself, think of your mother,

and do as she would do."

Do you think I could forget that? No.


It was such a charming home!--my new one; a fine great house, with

pictures, and delicate decorations, and rich furniture, and no gloom

anywhere, but all the wilderness of dainty colors lit up with flooding

sunshine; and the spacious grounds around it, and the great garden--oh,

greensward, and noble trees, and flowers, no end! And I was the same as

a member of the family; and they loved me, and petted me, and did not

give me a new name, but called me by my old one that was dear to me

because my mother had given it me--Aileen Mavourneen. She got it out of

a song; and the Grays knew that song, and said it was a beautiful name.

Mrs. Gray was thirty, and so sweet and so lovely, you cannot imagine it;

and Sadie was ten, and just like her mother, just a darling slender

little copy of her, with auburn tails down her back, and short frocks;

and the baby was a year old, and plump and dimpled, and fond of me, and

never could get enough of hauling on my tail, and hugging me, and

laughing out its innocent happiness; and Mr. Gray was thirty-eight, and

tall and slender and handsome, a little bald in front, alert, quick in

his movements, business-like, prompt, decided, unsentimental, and with

that kind of trim-chiseled face that just seems to glint and sparkle with

frosty intellectuality! He was a renowned scientist. I do not know what

the word means, but my mother would know how to use it and get effects.

She would know how to depress a rat-terrier with it and make a lap-dog

look sorry he came. But that is not the best one; the best one was

Laboratory. My mother could organize a Trust on that one that would skin

the tax-collars off the whole herd. The laboratory was not a book, or a

picture, or a place to wash your hands in, as the college president's dog

said--no, that is the lavatory; the laboratory is quite different, and is

filled with jars, and bottles, and electrics, and wires, and strange

machines; and every week other scientists came there and sat in the

place, and used the machines, and discussed, and made what they called

experiments and discoveries; and often I came, too, and stood around and

listened, and tried to learn, for the sake of my mother, and in loving

memory of her, although it was a pain to me, as realizing what she was

losing out of her life and I gaining nothing at all; for try as I might,

I was never able to make anything out of it at all.

Other times I lay on the floor in the mistress's work-room and slept, she

gently using me for a foot-stool, knowing it pleased me, for it was a

caress; other times I spent an hour in the nursery, and got well tousled

and made happy; other times I watched by the crib there, when the baby

was asleep and the nurse out for a few minutes on the baby's affairs;

other times I romped and raced through the grounds and the garden with

Sadie till we were tired out, then slumbered on the grass in the shade of

a tree while she read her book; other times I went visiting among the

neighbor dogs--for there were some most pleasant ones not far away, and

one very handsome and courteous and graceful one, a curly-haired Irish

setter by the name of Robin Adair, who was a Presbyterian like me, and

belonged to the Scotch minister.

The servants in our house were all kind to me and were fond of me, and

so, as you see, mine was a pleasant life. There could not be a happier

dog that I was, nor a gratefuller one. I will say this for myself, for

it is only the truth: I tried in all ways to do well and right, and

honor my mother's memory and her teachings, and earn the happiness that

had come to me, as best I could.

By and by came my little puppy, and then my cup was full, my happiness

was perfect. It was the dearest little waddling thing, and so smooth and

soft and velvety, and had such cunning little awkward paws, and such

affectionate eyes, and such a sweet and innocent face; and it made me so

proud to see how the children and their mother adored it, and fondled it,

and exclaimed over every little wonderful thing it did. It did seem to

me that life was just too lovely to--

Then came the winter. One day I was standing a watch in the nursery.

That is to say, I was asleep on the bed. The baby was asleep in the

crib, which was alongside the bed, on the side next the fireplace. It

was the kind of crib that has a lofty tent over it made of gauzy stuff

that you can see through. The nurse was out, and we two sleepers were

alone. A spark from the wood-fire was shot out, and it lit on the slope

of the tent. I suppose a quiet interval followed, then a scream from the

baby awoke me, and there was that tent flaming up toward the ceiling!

Before I could think, I sprang to the floor in my fright, and in a second

was half-way to the door; but in the next half-second my mother's

farewell was sounding in my ears, and I was back on the bed again.

I reached my head through the flames and dragged the baby out by the

waist-band, and tugged it along, and we fell to the floor together in a

cloud of smoke; I snatched a new hold, and dragged the screaming little

creature along and out at the door and around the bend of the hall, and

was still tugging away, all excited and happy and proud, when the

master's voice shouted:

"Begone you cursed beast!" and I jumped to save myself; but he was

furiously quick, and chased me up, strikingfuriously at me with his

cane, I dodging this way and that, in terror, and at last a strong blow

fell upon my left foreleg, which made me shriek and fall, for the moment,

helpless; the cane went up for another blow, but never descended, for the

nurse's voice rang wildly out, "The nursery's on fire!" and the master

rushed away in that direction, and my other bones were saved.

The pain was cruel, but, no matter, I must not lose any time; he might

come back at any moment; so I limped on three legs to the other end of

the hall, where there was a dark little stairway leading up into a garret

where old boxes and such things were kept, as I had heard say, and where

people seldom went. I managed to climb up there, then I searched my way

through the dark among the piles of things, and hid in the secretest

place I could find. It was foolish to be afraid there, yet still I was;

so afraid that I held in and hardly even whimpered, though it would have

been such a comfort to whimper, because that eases the pain, you know.

But I could lick my leg, and that did some good.

For half an hour there was a commotion downstairs, and shoutings, and

rushing footsteps, and then there was quiet again. Quiet for some

minutes, and that was grateful to my spirit, for then my fears began to

go down; and fears are worse than pains--oh, much worse. Then came a

sound that froze me. They were calling me--calling me by name--hunting

for me!

It was muffled by distance, but that could not take the terror out of it,

and it was the most dreadful sound to me that I had ever heard. It went

all about, everywhere, down there: along the halls, through all the

rooms, in both stories, and in the basement and the cellar; then outside,

and farther and farther away--then back, and all about the house again,

and I thought it would never, never stop. But at last it did, hours and

hours after the vague twilight of the garret had long ago been blotted

out by black darkness.

Then in that blessedstillness my terrors fell little by little away, and

I was at peace and slept. It was a good rest I had, but I woke before

the twilight had come again. I was feeling fairly comfortable, and I

could think out a plan now. I made a very good one; which was, to creep

down, all the way down the back stairs, and hide behind the cellar door,

and slip out and escape when the iceman came at dawn, while he was inside

filling the refrigerator; then I would hide all day, and start on my

journey when night came; my journey to--well, anywhere where they would

not know me and betray me to the master. I was feeling almost cheerful

now; then suddenly I thought: Why, what would life be without my puppy!

That was despair. There was no plan for me; I saw that; I must stay where

I was; stay, and wait, and take what might come--it was not my affair;

that was what life is--my mother had said it. Then--well, then the

calling began again! All my sorrows came back. I said to myself, the

master will never forgive. I did not know what I had done to make him so

bitter and so unforgiving, yet I judged it was something a dog could not

understand, but which was clear to a man and dreadful.

They called and called--days and nights, it seemed to me. So long that

the hunger and thirst near drove me mad, and I recognized that I was

getting very weak. When you are this way you sleep a great deal, and I

did. Once I woke in an awful fright--it seemed to me that the calling

was right there in the garret! And so it was: it was Sadie's voice, and

she was crying; my name was falling from her lips all broken, poor thing,

and I could not believe my ears for the joy of it when I heard her say:

"Come back to us--oh, come back to us, and forgive--it is all so sad

without our--"

I broke in with SUCH a grateful little yelp, and the next moment Sadie

was plunging and stumbling through the darkness and the lumber and

shouting for the family to hear, "She's found, she's found!"

The days that followed--well, they were wonderful. The mother and Sadie

and the servants--why, they just seemed to worship me. They couldn't

seem to make me a bed that was fine enough; and as for food, they

couldn't be satisfied with anything but game and delicacies that were out

of season; and every day the friends and neighbors flocked in to hear

about my heroism--that was the name they called it by, and it means

agriculture. I remember my mother pulling it on a kennel once, and

explaining it in that way, but didn't say what agriculture was, except

that it was synonymous with intramural incandescence; and a dozen times a

day Mrs. Gray and Sadie would tell the tale to new-comers, and say I

  • whenever [wen´evə] 移动到这儿单词发声  conj.&ad.无论何时   (初中英语单词)
  • neighborhood [´neibəhud] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.邻居;邻近;附近   (初中英语单词)
  • distress [di´stres] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.痛苦 vt.使苦恼   (初中英语单词)
  • breath [breθ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.呼吸;气息   (初中英语单词)
  • ashamed [ə´ʃeimd] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.惭愧;不好意思   (初中英语单词)
  • whereas [weər´æz] 移动到这儿单词发声  conj.鉴于;因此;而   (初中英语单词)
  • waiting [´weitiŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.等候;伺候   (初中英语单词)
  • culture [´kʌltʃə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.修养;文化;饲养   (初中英语单词)
  • phrase [freiz] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.短语;词组;措词   (初中英语单词)
  • modest [´mɔdist] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.谦虚的;朴素的   (初中英语单词)
  • reward [ri´wɔ:d] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.&v.报答;报酬;奖赏   (初中英语单词)
  • dignity [´digniti] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.尊严,尊贵;高官显贵   (初中英语单词)
  • vanity [´væniti] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.虚荣;自负;空虚   (初中英语单词)
  • charming [´tʃɑ:miŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.可爱的;极好的   (初中英语单词)
  • delicate [´delikət] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.精美的;微妙的   (初中英语单词)
  • wilderness [´wildənis] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.荒地,荒野   (初中英语单词)
  • darling [´dɑ:liŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.爱人 a.亲爱的   (初中英语单词)
  • innocent [´inəsənt] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.无罪的;单纯的   (初中英语单词)
  • slender [´slendə] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.细长的;微薄的   (初中英语单词)
  • sparkle [´spɑ:kəl] 移动到这儿单词发声  vi.闪耀;焕发 n.火花   (初中英语单词)
  • organize [´ɔ:gənaiz] 移动到这儿单词发声  v.组织;编组;建立   (初中英语单词)
  • knowing [´nəuiŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.会意的,心照不宣的   (初中英语单词)
  • graceful [´greisfəl] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.优美的,流畅的   (初中英语单词)
  • cunning [´kʌniŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.&n.狡猾(诡诈)的   (初中英语单词)
  • standing [´stændiŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.持续 a.直立的   (初中英语单词)
  • interval [´intəvəl] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.间隙;(工间)休息   (初中英语单词)
  • scream [skri:m] 移动到这儿单词发声  v.&n.尖叫(声)   (初中英语单词)
  • sprang [spræŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  spring 的过去式   (初中英语单词)
  • fright [frait] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.惊吓;恐怖;怪人   (初中英语单词)
  • striking [´straikiŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.显著的,明显的   (初中英语单词)
  • terror [´terə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.恐怖;惊骇   (初中英语单词)
  • shriek [ʃri:k] 移动到这儿单词发声  v.&n.尖叫(声)   (初中英语单词)
  • downstairs [,daun´steəz] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.在楼下 a.楼下的   (初中英语单词)
  • grateful [´greitful] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.感谢的;令人愉快的   (初中英语单词)
  • dreadful [´dredful] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.可怕的;讨厌的   (初中英语单词)
  • cellar [´selə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.地窑,地下室   (初中英语单词)
  • twilight [´twailait] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.黎明;黄昏   (初中英语单词)
  • anywhere [´eniweə] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.无论何处;任何地方   (初中英语单词)
  • betray [bi´trei] 移动到这儿单词发声  vt.背叛;辜负;暴露   (初中英语单词)
  • despair [di´speə] 移动到这儿单词发声  vi.&n.绝望   (初中英语单词)
  • forgive [fə´giv] 移动到这儿单词发声  vt.原谅,谅解,宽恕   (初中英语单词)
  • hunger [´hʌŋgə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.饥饿;渴望   (初中英语单词)
  • thirst [θə:st] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.渴,口渴;渴望   (初中英语单词)
  • lumber [´lʌmbə] 移动到这儿单词发声  v.伐木 n.木材   (初中英语单词)
  • worship [´wə:ʃip] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.&v.崇拜;敬仰   (初中英语单词)
  • agriculture [´ægrikʌltʃə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.农业;农事   (初中英语单词)
  • suspicious [sə´spiʃəs] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.可疑的,多疑的   (高中英语单词)
  • emergency [i´mə:dʒənsi] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.事变;紧急关头   (高中英语单词)
  • chestnut [´tʃesnʌt] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.栗子;栗树;栗色(马)   (高中英语单词)
  • insane [in´sein] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.患神经病的;疯狂的   (高中英语单词)
  • seeing [si:iŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  see的现在分词 n.视觉   (高中英语单词)
  • learned [´lə:nid] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.有学问的,博学的   (高中英语单词)
  • prompt [prɔmpt] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.敏捷的 vt.促使   (高中英语单词)
  • lasting [´lɑ:stiŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.持久的;永远的   (高中英语单词)
  • studied [´stʌdid] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.故意的;有计划的   (高中英语单词)
  • dainty [´deinti] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.秀丽的 n.美味   (高中英语单词)
  • spacious [´speiʃəs] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.广阔的,宽敞的   (高中英语单词)
  • decided [di´saidid] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.明显的;决定的   (高中英语单词)
  • renowned [ri´naund] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.有名的,有声望的   (高中英语单词)
  • scientist [´saiəntist] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.(自然)科学家   (高中英语单词)
  • laboratory [lə´bɔrətəri] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.实验室;研究室(所)   (高中英语单词)
  • nursery [´nə:səri] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.托儿所;苗床;养鱼场   (高中英语单词)
  • courteous [´kə:tiəs] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.有礼貌的;殷勤的   (高中英语单词)
  • scotch [skɔtʃ] 移动到这儿单词发声  vt.&n.刻痕(于);划伤   (高中英语单词)
  • awkward [´ɔ:kwəd] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.笨拙的;为难的   (高中英语单词)
  • alongside [əlɔŋ´said] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.在旁 prep.横靠   (高中英语单词)
  • fireplace [´faiəpleis] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.壁炉,炉灶   (高中英语单词)
  • half-way [´hɑ:fwei] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.半途;几乎   (高中英语单词)
  • furiously [´fjuəriəsli] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.狂怒地;有力地   (高中英语单词)
  • stillness [´stilnis] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.不动;无声,寂静   (高中英语单词)
  • refrigerator [ri´fridʒəreitə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.(电气)冰箱   (高中英语单词)
  • envious [´enviəs] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.妒忌的,羡慕的   (英语四级单词)
  • gathering [´gæðəriŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.集会,聚集   (英语四级单词)
  • definition [,defi´niʃən] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.限定;定义;明确   (英语四级单词)
  • reptile [´reptail] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.爬虫 a.爬虫类的   (英语四级单词)
  • profane [prə´fein] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.亵渎的 vt.玷污   (英语四级单词)
  • depress [di´pres] 移动到这儿单词发声  vt.压低;降低;使沮丧   (英语四级单词)
  • presbyterian [,prezbi´tiəriən] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.长老会(制)的   (英语四级单词)
  • flaming [´fleimiŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.熊熊燃烧的;热情的   (英语四级单词)
  • stairway [´steəwei] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.楼梯   (英语四级单词)
  • commotion [kə´məuʃən] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.混乱;骚动   (英语四级单词)
  • basement [´beismənt] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.地下室   (英语四级单词)
  • garret [´gærit] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.阁楼,顶楼   (英语四级单词)
  • blessed [´blesid] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.享福的;神圣的   (英语四级单词)
  • collie [´kɔli] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.柯利牧羊犬   (英语六级单词)
  • fondness [´fɔndnis] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.蠢事;溺爱;嗜好   (英语六级单词)
  • speaking [´spi:kiŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.说话 a.发言的   (英语六级单词)
  • cultivated [´kʌltiveitid] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.在耕作的;有教养的   (英语六级单词)
  • privately [´praivitli] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.秘密,一个人   (英语六级单词)
  • auburn [´ɔ:bən] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.&a.赭色(的)   (英语六级单词)
  • whimper [´wimpə] 移动到这儿单词发声  v.&n.啜泣(声)   (英语六级单词)
  • calling [´kɔ:liŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.点名;职业;欲望   (英语六级单词)
  • kennel [´kenl] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.狗窝;养狗场   (英语六级单词)

  • 上传人 欢乐鱼 分享于 2017-06-26 17:55:12
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