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THE GLINT OF WINGS Marie Barton
閃爍的翅膀 瑪麗·巴頓
What makes a good aviator? Is it enough just to learn how to fly and to understand the machinery of airplanes?
怎樣才能成為一名優(yōu)秀的飛行員呢？僅僅學(xué)習(xí)如何飛行和了解飛機(jī)的機(jī)械原理就夠了嗎?
In this story you will learn what kind of person an aviator should be,
在這個(gè)故事里，你會(huì)學(xué)到飛行員應(yīng)該是什么樣的人，
and you will read of the strange way in which Clint Warren showed that he had in him the making of a good pilot.
你會(huì)讀到克林特·沃倫用一種奇怪的方式證明他有成為一名優(yōu)秀飛行員的天賦。
CLINT YEARNS TO FLY
克林特想成為飛行員
Clattering up the rock-worn trail on his wiry little pony, Clint Warren watched the sun snatching purple shadows from the hills ahead of him.
克林特·沃倫騎著他那匹瘦削的小馬，在巖石嶙峋的小徑上一路顛簸，看著太陽從他面前的山丘上攫取紫色的影子。
Beyond their greenness rose the gray crags of a lofty mountain range.
在它們的綠色之外，聳立著一座高山的灰色峭壁。
All the morning he pressed up the fence-line of his father’s ranch, stopping to mend a break, to tighten a wire,
整個(gè)上午，他都在父親的農(nóng)場里修籬笆，停下來修補(bǔ)裂縫，拉緊鐵絲，
to dislodge a large boulder that might crash down unexpectedly, or to call to a Mexican herder trotting after the snowy Angora goats.
把可能會(huì)意外墜落的巨石移走，或者呼喚一個(gè)墨西哥牧民，后者正在小跑著追趕那些雪白的安哥拉山羊。
His noon meal he ate under a twisted juniper tree. “It’s good to be home,” he told himself for the fiftieth time.
中午，他會(huì)在一棵扭曲的檜樹下吃午飯。“回家真好，”他第五次對自己說。
Yet his restless brown eyes were lifted to the mountains. “Wish, though, I were up there; the higher the better!”
但是，他那不安的棕色眼睛仰望著群山。“不過，要是我在上面就好了；越高越好！”
An eagle circled the summit, great-winged and sure of flight. Clint’s keen, eager eyes followed it to the upper air, to a mere speck, to nothing.
一只鷹在山頂盤旋，它翅膀很大，在空中自在飛行。克林特那雙敏銳而急切的眼睛一直盯著它看，直到它升到空中，然后變成一個(gè)小點(diǎn)，最后消失不見。
He sprang to his feet. “Come!” he whispered to his beast. “Let’s climb, too!” He swung into the saddle and dug his heels into the pony’s flanks.
他跳了起來。“來！他低聲對他的馬兒說。“讓我們也爬上去吧!他跨上馬鞍，把腳跟插進(jìn)小馬兩側(cè)的套具里。
“The fence can wait. The top calls. I’ve got to go!”
修籬笆的事可以等一等。高峰在呼喚。我得走了!”
