典范英语 9 sing for your supper分析和总结

典范英语9Sing foryour SupperNickWarburtonCHAPTER1Red BeardThesmell of mutton pieswoke Jamieup.His nosetwitched before his eyesopened.Jamies motherwas dead.His fatherhad goneto seaand notcome back.He rememberedthe bigroundsails as the littlegalleon movedout ofPlymouth harbour,but hedforgotten whathis fatherlooked like.Fortwo yearshed livedon the streets andbegged fbrhis food,so hegot usedto sniffingout pies.Hed beendozing ona pileof strawbeside thehorse troughwhen the man walkedby with his tray.Pies,Jamie thoughtat once.Fat warmpies.He didnt have acoin to his name,but hejumped up and followedthe man.He was heading forTheBoars Head.Jamie sawhim pushhis trayinto the crowd at the doorand disappear.After him/Jamie said to himself.He droppedto hisknees and crawled througha forestof sturdylegs.Jamie couldtell bya sniffthat thepieman hadstopped bya table in the corner.Keeping aneye openfor the innkeeper,he crawledon.Thepie man had settwo steamingpies on the table.He wascounting ahandful ofcoins into his purse.His customerswerent ordinary sailors.Theywore stiffruffs and a lineof fancybuttons down the front oftheir tunics.Jamie had seen one of them around Plymouthbefore-the onewith thered curlyhair and thepointed beard.He mustbe important,Jamie thought.Whenever hegoes theresbustle andtalk.But helooks likea manwhomight sharehis piewith ahungry boy.Jamie sawhim pushhis trayinto thecrowd at the doorand disappear.After himJamie said to himself.oHe droppedto hisknees andcrawled througha forestof sturdylegs.Jamie couldtell bya sniffthat thepiemanhadstopped bya tablein the corner.Keeping aneye openfor the innkeeper,he crawledon.Thepie manhad settwo steamingpies on the table.He wascounting ahandful ofcoins into his purse.His customersweren tordinarysailors.Theywore stiffruffs and a lineof fancybuttons down the frontof their tunics.Jamie hadseen one of themaround Plymouthbefore-the onewith thered curlyhair andthepointed beard.He mustbe important,Jamie thought.Wherever hegoes theresbustle andtalk.But helooks likea manwhomight sharehis piewith ahungry boy.rNo mutton pies afterwe set sail/the man with thered beadwas sayingto hisfriend.Ships biscuits and1hard cheeseand notmuch else.The sailorsand the men in their richclothes werestanding stilland staring at him.Then oneor twobegan to move.Theywalked slowlytowards him.Jamie gazedfrom faceto face and swallowed.Soon heseemedto besurrounded byhundreds ofmen,all of them lookingat him,all of them waiting.!What he said quietly.What isitSomeone waspushing his way through thecrowd.A short manwithcurly redhair.The othersmovedaside tolet himpass.He stoppedin front of Jamieand frowneddown at him.And Jamie knew him.It wasMaster Francis.Red Beard.What haveyou gotthere,young manhe askedquietly.Its a drum,Jamie stammered.It wasstolen fromme Pelicanand Ivebrought it back.,1Did yousteal it^o,master.I sawtwo menrun offwith it.A thin man namedJack and an uglyone called Tom,and Igotit away from themand Ivebrought it back and...and...’And youve done mea goodturn/said Francis.In fact,youvedoneyour Countrya goodturn.Thosemen wereenemies ofQueen Elizabeth.Spies,working forSpain.Theyd doanything tostop mesetting out1in The Pelican.But,master/Jamie saidJits onlyan old drum../No,no,lad.Ifs mydrum.Its Drakes drum,and itbrings meluck.I cantset sailwithout it.,Drake!fDrake sdrum.Jamie caught his breathof course.Francis.Red Beard.Why didnlhe think of it beforeEveryone in Plymouth knewabout Francis Drake.Drakesdrumis morethan justaDrum/Francis wassaying.When mymen hear the beatof mydrum theyknow Imnear and they rallyround.That drumis thehope ofEngland/The hopeofEngland!And Jamie had nearlyusedit forfirewood!Whafs yourname,ladJamie.,And whatwork do you do,Jamie!No work,sir.I haveto begfor myfood/Francis Draketurned toone ofthe menand wavedhis hand.Take the drum tomy cabin.And bringyoungJamie too.Hes agoodbrave lad;just thesort to be mycabinboy.9And suddenlyeveryone startedtalking andlaughing atonce,and Jamie was beingled towardsThePelican.Hands reachedout toruffle hishair andslap himon theback.A goodbrave lad,he thoughtas he wasjostled along.Me.Jamie.Ive doneagoodturnfor mycountry,andtheres betterwork forme thanbegging.Cabin boyon The Pelican.A sharein Spanish gold.And then...Mutton pies,he thought.As manymuttonpiesas I can eat.NOTE:精心整理FrancisDrakesetsailfrom Plymouthin ThePe/zran-later renamedTheGolden HW-onl5thNovember

1577.He leda smallfleet whichincluded TheElizabeth,TheMarigold,TheSwan,and TheBenedict.Drake wassaidtohave lovedmusic,and somesay hetookwith himadrumwhich heused torallyhis mento him.Few peopleknew hisdestination when he setout,but by the time he returned,nearly fouryears later,he hadsailed round the world,the firstEnglishman to do so.The menwho returnedwith him-including thecabin boy-were maderich bythe voyage.精心整理1But maybe someSpanishgoldto spendwhen weget back,eh,Francis hisfriend said.Francis.So thatwas hisname.And Spanishgold.That meantsea-fights,didnt itMaybe theywerepirates.Well MasterFrancis/Jamie saidto himself,Ican!wait foryourgold butIdlike toshare abit of your pie.,And hepopped upfrom behindthe tableas theredheaded man was about to eat.Can Ising youa song,Master FrancisJamieasked him.Francis blinkedat himwithhis mouth stillopen.11Please,Master/Jamie said.A songfor amouthful ofpie.The manlaughed and asked himifhe hada goodvoice.1,A wonderfulvoice,sir.Sweet as the birds,I promise.fIf youwant toearn thePrice of a Pie/said Francissfriend,you cango down to the harbour and helpload ourShip/1what shipis that,sir Jamieasked.1The PelicanAidits being loaded fora voyageto...But beforehe couldsay anotherword,Francis heldupahand tostop him.Quiet,Wil1/he said.A busyinn isnot theplace totalk aboutour plans/Will shuthis mouthand lookedroundthenoisy room.Jamie lookedround,too.And sureenough-or sohe thought-there was a thinman at the nexttable,leaning towardsthem asif tocatch everyword.Forasecond Jamieseye methis,and theman scowled.A faceto sourthe milk,Jamie thought.And fullof trouble,too.After twoyears on thestreets,Jamieknew troublewhenhe saw it.A shiverof fearran uphis spine.But Franciswas speakingto him again.Come onthen,lad,he said.Sing up.Jamie openedhis mouthto Sing,but abroad handtook hold ofhis neckand hefelt himselfjerkedto hisfeet.1Tve told you before,boomed avoice.Tou leavemy gentlemen in peace.It wastheinnkeeper.He crookedan armround Jamiesthroat andcrushed him against hisgreasyapron.Jamie kickedout andflailed his arms but it was no use.The innkeeperhauled himbackwards to thedoor and swung himout into the night.He twistedthrough the air andlanded with a thudin thestreet.Instead ofthe smellofmutton,his nosewasfilled with the stenchof strawand horsedung.It wasthe secondtimehe had been thrown out of TheBoars Head thatnight.He stood up and shook himself.Across thestreet hesaw theglow ofcandle-light from The Swan.Thehum ofvoices insidetempted him to tryhis luckthere,but hedbeenthrownout ofTheSwan,too.Hedidnt feellike beingdumped inhorse mucka fourthtime.Oh well/he mumbledas hewiped himselfdown,maybe Ishould godownto theharbour.If they*re1loading fora voyage,maybe Ican pick up somescraps.Soon heheard thelap ofwater againstwooden hullsand ropesslapping in the breeze.He sawmastsswaying against the blue-black sky.The shipin frontof himwas The Pelican.There wereothers,too,linedup behindit.The harbour was busyfor thetime ofnight.Dark figureswith sackson theirshoulders hurriedbackwardsandforwards.Some dumpedtheir loadsontheharbour walland otherstottered upplanks onto the ships.He stoppedoneofthe sailorsand askedif hecould help.,Clear off,little un/the sailorgrowled.Youll onlyget underour feet.Jamie sighed and satdown in the shadowof awall.His stomachgrumbled withhunger in the dark.Hishead hurt.He watched the menloading theirstores.Hed seenships beingloaded manytimes.Once hedseena sackdrop andsplit open,sending cheesesrolling over the cobbles.A goodround cheesewould donicely now,he thought.Maybe someonelldrop afew sackstonight.Sackafter sackhesawcarried onto the ships.But noone stumbled.Nothing spilled.At lastthe menstoppedwork andwent offtogether,laughing andjoking.For awhile Jamie watchedthemoon climbs1owly in the sky.Then hestoodup and stretched.Nothing doinghere/he saidsoftly to himself.He wasabout towander back into PlymouthTown whensomethingcaughthiseye.Two ofthe mencame back.Or werethey thesame menIt wastoo darkto seeproperly and they werewrappedin longcloaks.They movedlike the men whodloaded the ships,trotting alongwith theirheads bowed,but there wassomething differentabout them.At firstJamie couldntthink what it was.Then itcame tohim.They hadno sackson their backs.Theywere runningup theplank ontoThe Pelicanbut theycarried nostores.He saw them drop into theship anddisappearin shadow.Jamie satdown again and waited.A manwith alantern ona polecame wanderingalong-the watchman,keeping hiseye ontheshipswiththeir loadoffresh stores.Hewalked steadilya1ong theharbourwa11until he reached theship furthestfromThe Pelican.Then hepaused fora momentbefore turninground.It wasthen thatthe twomen camescuttlingdowntheplank again.One wastall withpale handswhich flutteredinthe dark.Jamieknewhim.It wasthe sour-faced manfromThe Boars Head.The othermanwasshort andthick-set.They movednimbly andsilently,and thistime theywere carryingsome-thing,At least,the shortonewas.It wasmore likea black bag than a sackandtheshortmancarried iton his shoulder likea barrel.Jamie Shrankbackinto the shadowofawall.He sawthe menlook round and spotthe Watchman.Thetall manstooped andpicked upa stonein hispale hands.He hurledit highoverthemasts ofme Pelicanand Jamie heard itdropintothe seawith a deepsplash.Along theharbour wallthe watchmanheard ittoo.He spunroundand held himselfstill.Then heliftedhis lanternand peeredbetween theships,trying to see wherethe soundhad comefrom.While he was stillstaringatthe sea,themenhurried awayintheopposite direction,their cloaksflappingbehind themas theyran.CHAPTER2Pale handsJamiesmind wasracing.He knewthat somethingodd wasgoing on.He waiteduntil themen werealmostoutofsight,then setoff afterthem.When theyturned into a side street,he forcedhimselfto runfaster.Mustnt losethem now,he thoughtas hepounded along.Theyll disappeardown somedark alley.Imust keepup.Jamiehadseen plentyof thievesonthestreets,but thesetwo weredifferent-and he was surethey weredangerousCommonsense toldhim tostay outof it.But hewas curious.And maybetherewasthe chanceofpleasing RedBeard andearning somepie.Maybe evensomething betterthan pie.；Mustnt losethem he saidto himself overand over.Mustnt losethem/As soonasthemen reachedthe safetyof asidestreet,they stoppedrunning tocatch theirbreath.They werebending downto examinethe thinginthe blackbag,when Jamiehurtled roundthe cornerand ran straightinto them.He fellover oneand rolledontothe other.There wererough shouts,the rustleof cloaksandawaving ofarms.Jamies struggledidnt lastlong.Soon hefelt a knee on his chestand longfingers tighteningon hisarm.He twistedhis headand sawthesame palehand thathad thrownthe stoneThere wasa silver ring onthe middle finger.A facecame closeandspoke tohim in a harshvoice.1And wheredoyouthink youregoingIt wasthe broadman,the onewho waskneeling onhim,andtheStench of his breathmade Jamieflinch.1Im sorry,master/he said.Tm Sorry.Then thetall manspoke andhis voicewasathin whisper.‘Hes followingus,Tom.I sawhim talkingto RedBeard inThe BoarsHead.1No,sir,said Jamie.Tm notfbllowingyou,Tm running away,sir.Honest.The watchman^after me.The fingersloosened onJamies armandthemen darteda look at eachother.They glancednervouslyback atthecornerofthestreet.They onlylooked awayfor asecondbut itwasenoughfor Jamie.He wriggledfromunderTomsknee andscrambledtohis feet.The mengrabbed athim,missed,and hewas chargingoff intothe darkness.1Hey!Come backhere!themancalledTomshouted after him.J amiedived intoan alleyand barkedhis shinagainst somethinghe couldnt see.F romthe wayitclattered against the wallbehind himhe guessedit wasan emptybarrel.The mencame lumberingafterhim andoneofthem kickedthe barreltoo.Jamie cametoagap betweentwo housesandranblindly intoit,hoping thereMbe nothingin hiswaythis time.There wasnt.He gropedalong awall untilhe founda lowfence,he swunghimself overit anddropped intoa littlegarden.His fingerstouched dampcabbage leavesandafish head.He crouchedthere wide-eyed,trying tostill hisgaspingbreath.Heavy feetthudded byhim,only yardsaway.The sounddisappeared intothe nightand thenthere wassilence.He waited.A dogbarked inthe distance.A sharppain began to throbin hisleg.He hadntnoticedit whenhewasrunning.After two or threemore minuteshe letout a long sighand climbedpainfully outofthe garden.5tYou shouldsaveyournoseforsniffingoutpies,Jamie/hetoldhimself.And keepit clearof badmeninlongcloaks/He imaginedwhat themen mightdo ifthey caughthim.The thoughtmade himshudder.Maybe heshould lookfor RedBeard-Master Francis.And thenwhat Tellhim whathed seenNo.Menlikehimdidn,tbelievebeggarboyslikeJamie.Stilljhethoughtjifllbesagerinthewarmglowfrom busyinns thanalonehere inthedark.So herubbed hisleg andstarted slowlythrough backstreets andalleyways towardsthe heartof thetown.After awhile hefound himselfoutside TheBoarsHeadagain.Well,here Iam again/Jamie saidout loud,9And Fmworse offthan Iwas before.Still,Til besafe andwarm inhere,as longas Ikeep myhead down.He slidin atthe doorand lookedcautiously around.The placewas full,and noisywith talkand laughter.The pieseller hadgone buthe thoughthe mightbeable toscrounge ascrap ofbread.He squeezedontothenearest benchand madehimself assmall ashecould.The mennext tohim kepttheirbacksturned andtalked inlow voices.Jamie couldsee twobeakers of aleon the tablein frontofthem.There wasno bread,though,so hesoon lostinterest inthem.He waslooking roundfor morepromising customerswhen oneofthemen reachedouttopickuphisbeaker.Jamie turnedand looked,then looked againandhis heartgave asudden jump.The man*s handwas longand pale,withasilverringonthemiddlefinger.1I toldyou,Tom,Jamieheard the thinman say.The boywas inhere talkingto RedBeard.He waswatchingThePelican.He mustbe aspy.What ifheis Tomsaid shortly.Weve gotwhat wewere after,Jack.And ifwe see himagainFil doforhim.No needto worrythen/If,Tom.If we see himagain/CHAPTER3A bitof bread and cheeseItoldyou,Tom/J amieheardthethinmansay.The boywasinhere talkingto RedBeard.He waswatchingThePelican.He mustbe aspy.1What ifheis Tomsaid shortly.WeVe gotwhat wewere after,Jack.And ifweseehimagainIll doforhim.No needto worrythen.fIf,Tom.If weseehimagain.Stop goingon aboutit.A scrapofakid likethat can*t harmus.The mancalled Jacksighedandshook his head.He bangedthe beakerdown onthetableso hardit madeJamiejump.Theyll killme,Jamie thought.And nobodywil1know orcare.Fve gotto getawayfromhere.He glancedquickly atthe opendoor.There werethree orfour peoplestanding byit,laughing awayas iftheydidnthavea careintheworld.Just thenTom coughedand leanedover tospit onthe floor.Jamie caughta glimpseofhisbroadface andhis heartbegantopound inhis chest.Run,he thought.Run,Jamie,and runnow.But ashe turnedaway,a hugesailor witha thickbrass ringthrough hisear plumpeddown besidehim.And hewas trapped,squashed betweenthe sailorand thin-faced Jack.His headbegantospin andpoints ofcandle-light swumbeforehiseyes.And Jack hadseenhim.Jamiesaw hismouth dropopen-a gapingred mouthstudded withtwoorthree blackteeth.You/the mouthsaid ina whisperyvoice.The handwiththering tookJamie bythe shoulder and squeezed.Jamie squirmedbut couldnot breakfree.His facewas whitewith fear.The bigsailor nudgedhim fiercelyand toldhimtosit still.Look whatweve gothere,Tom/hissed Jack.Tom blinkedwith shockatthesight ofJamie sittingthere.Then he scowled,drew afat fingeracross histhroatand gavea silentlaugh.That awfulgesture terrifiedJamie.He openedhismouthandathin,squeaking soundcame out.Shut up/snapped Jackandshookhisshoulder.The sailorturned tolookat Jamie.Whats upwith him*he asked.Nothing saidJack witha sicklysmile.Hes lustsinging a little song,arent you,ladJamie nodded.Just singing.Singing forhis supper.He tooka breathand beganto singinawavery voice.He couldntthinkofa tuneso hemade oneup.精心整理1A bit ofb-b-bread andcheese isalll ask/he sang.Alli askisabitofb-b-breadandcheese.Thatll do/Jack hissedintohisface.Take himoutside/growled Tom.Quick!Im donefor,Jamie thought.Im donefor now.But hewent onsinging.Then hesawtheinnkeeper pushinghiswaythroughthecrowd towardsthem.You again!he bellowed.How manytimes doI haveto tellyouHe reachedacross thetable andgrabbed Jamiebythefrontofhis tunic.People lookedround andcheeredastheinnkeeper liftedhim offthe benchandswunghim intothe air.1r1Let himbe!laughed thesailor.He onlywants tosing.The innkeeperdropped Jamieand heclattered tothe floorandcrawledunder thetable.He felthis headbumpinto somethinghard andblack.At firsthe thought it wassomeones knee,butit made a hollowsound againsthis head,not atall likeaknee.Then Tomshead appearedbeneath thetable.He snarledandlunged atJamie.Jamie lurchedbackwards.Someone caughtholdofhis anklesand hefelt himselfbeingdraggedbelly-down acrossthe floor.Its Jack,he thought.Hes gotme!But itwasnt Jack.It wastheinnkeeper,and hewas marchingJamietothe door.Everyone shoutedand cheeredasheswung hisleg andkicked Jamieintothestreet.Jamie skiddedand rolledover,then jumpedup andran.He ranunti1hereachedthecornerof thestreet.Whenhelooked back,he sawTomandJack,stuckin thedoorway ofTheBoarsHead,tryingto shovetheir way out.Their faceswere twistedwith rage.Go,Jamie/he toldhimself.Run,run,run!But hislegs wereweak withfright andrunning wasnteasy.He lookeddown andfound thathewas stillclutching theblack thinghed foundunder thetable.He peereddown at it andfroze inhis tracks.Stone thecrows,hesaidtohimself.Not that.Then hetook off.CHAPTER4Out oftheblackbagJamie swungthe bundleover hisshoulderandbolted.As heran hecould hearahollowsound thumpingagainsthis back.And somethingrattling too.What coulditbeWhat kindof treasurerattled likethatHe heardTom andJack roaringup anddownthestreets behindhim.This time,though,hehada goodstart.Five minuteslater,after twistingand turningdown narrowlanes,he lostthem completely.At lasthecame toa churchyard andslipped inamong thegraves.He founda shadowyspot behinda tallheadstone and fel1tohisknees torest.The nightwas nowthick anddark but a littlelight filtereddown froma smallmoon.He setthebag downand examinedit.Itwas tiedatthetop withapiece ofwhite cord.His fingersfiddled nervouslyattheknot andhe pulledtheblack clothaway.A paledisc appeared.He touchedit gently.It feltlike paperor tightleather,and itmadea softbooming sound.A drum.Jamiewasdisappointed,A drum.And acouple ofdull sticks.They musthave madethe rattlingsound.All thatfuss foran olddrum!He kicked it awayin disgust.‘I thoughtyoud betreasure/he toldit.I thoughtyoud beimportant.A stupid olddrum!What useisthat1He turnedhis backon itand foldedhis arms.Then hetook theblack clothbag andwrapped itroundhim.He leanedagainsttheheadstoneandclosed hiseyes0This ismore usethanastupidolddrum/he grumbled.At leastthisll keepme warm/He yawnedand thoughtabout hisnight*s work:all thatflying throughtheairand landingin horsemuck,all thatrunningawayfrom menin cloaks.What wasit for,and wherehad itgot himAlone inagraveyard witha worthlessdrum.A worthlessdrum ina lonelygraveyard.The wordstumbled overandover inhishead,andaminute or two laterhewasfast asleep.Spots ofcold rainon hisfaceanda patteringsoundwoke himup.There wasa stiffpain inhis neckas hesatup.He blinkedinthemorning light.The drumwasstillwhere hedkickedit.Raindrops werebouncingoff it.Youre nouse tome/hescowledatit.He satthere staringatitand thinking.What washe goingtodowith itHecould smashit upand makealittlefire with it:it mightwarm himfor tenminutes orso.Or hecouldtake ittothe market andtry tosell it.But ifhetook ittothemarket,he mightend upbeing chasedthroughevery streetinPlymouthagain.Useless thing/he muttered.But itlookedalittle moregrand indaylight.It wasnot anordinary drum.It waswell madeandbrightly paintedwith littlepictures.After all,Tom andJackhadstolen itfromThePelican,and theymustvethoughtitwas worthsomething.Ill haveto takeit back,hethought.Someone willbe pleasedtoseeit.Of course,Tom andJack mightcatchme withit,but thafsa riskIll haveto take.He gotupandstretched andshivered.Thats whatIll do,then/hesaidtohimself.Til takeitback,CHAPTER5A goodturnThe harbourwas againbustling withactivity whenhe arrived.The lastofthestores werebeingloaded.Ono ortwo richly-dressed menwere pacingabout,calling instructionsto sailorswho trottedupgangplanks withsacks andbarrels.1These barrelsoftarforThePelican!someone shouted.And candles!More candlesand clothaboard1The Marigold!Move yourselves,move yourselves!Jamiewatchedas menclung tomasts andspars,tightening ropesand checkingsails.Gulls circledandscreamed above.After awhileJamie stoppedinfrontofashort fatsailorwith hishead bentforward underaheavy sack.Please,master/he began,but thesailor onlygrowled athim.He squintedatJamie,swayed underhis load,then tooka steportwobackwards andaimed akick athim.r11Out ofmyway,you brat!Canlyou seeweYe busyPig!Jamie calledafterhimas hejumpednimblyaside.No useasking themen withstores tocarry,he realized;better toask someonecoming offthe shipsempty-handed.Excuse me,master,but Ive got somethinghere../But theempty-handed sailorsdidnt want to knoweither.And theyhad theirhands freeto takeaswipe atanyone whodared toget intheirway.And thefine gentlemenshouting outtheir ordersonly wrinkledtheir nosesathimand flappedhim outofthe way.Out ofthe way,boy!Out ofthe way!Dont anyofyouwanttosee whatIvegothere*Jamie shoutedat them.But nobodydid.They bustledabout,running andcarrying andshouting,and theytook nonotice ofhim.He sighedheavily andsat ona lowwall withthe drum onhislap.What couldhedowithitnow Hecouldnt sellit inthemarketandhe couldnt giveitback.And whatwouldthey wantwithadrumonalongvoyage anywayTheyd needtar andcandles,beef andpork,biscuitsandcloth-butadrum Evena fancydrum likethis onewasnouse toanyone.He foldedback thecloth andlooked atthe drum.Ono ofthe sticksdropped athisfeetandhepicked itup.He tappedit lightlyagainstthetight skin.It madea deep,pleasing sound.He foundtheotherstick andgavethe dmmacouple ofrattling blows.Yes,he likedthe noiseitmade.He tappedsharply withthe sticks,trying tobeat arhythm likethemenwho playedfor thedancingbears.Arat-a-tat-tatBONGBONG!A rat-a-tat-tat BONGBONG!When hestopped,thedrumechoed intosilence.In fact,the wholeharbour seemedtobequiet now.Theshouting hadstopped andhecouldnthearthepounding offeet onplanks anymore.He lookedup.。