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Growing from boy to man, he was alone a good deal of the time.
從男孩長成了男人，他大部分時間都是獨自一人。
Days came often when he was by himself all the time except at breakfast and supper hours in the cabin home.
他總是獨自一人，除了在小棚屋里吃早飯和晚飯。
In some years more of his time was spent in loneliness than in, the company of other people.
多年來他更多時間是獨來獨往，而不是和其他人在一起。
It happened, too, that this loneliness he knew was not like that of people in cities who can look from a window on streets
他所知道的孤獨不像城市里面的孤獨，那些人從窗戶里面看大街，
where faces pass and repass. It was the wilderness loneliness he became acquainted with.
看人來人往，他已經熟悉了荒野的孤獨。
He lived with trees, with the bush wet with shining raindrops, with the burning bush of autumn.
他和樹木住在一起，和帶有亮晶晶雨滴的灌木叢住在一起，和秋天火紅的灌木叢住在一起。
The faces of open sky and weather, the ax which is a one-man instrument, these he had for companions, books, friends,
開闊的天空和天氣，斧頭是一個人的工具，這才是他的伴侶，書籍和朋友，
talkers, chums of his endless changing thoughts.
也是交流者，無休止交流思想的朋友。
His moccasined feet in the winter time knew the white spaces of snowdrifts piled in queer shapes
在冬天，穿著軟幫皮鞋的腳知道奇形怪狀的雪堆
against timber slopes or blown in levels across the fields of last year's cut corn stalks;
依靠著木斜坡堆放，或是一層層飄灑在去年砍掉的玉米秸田地里；
in the summer time his bare feet toughened in the gravel of green streams,
夏天，他赤裸的腳因踩在清澈的溪水砂礫中而變硬，
while he laughed back to the chatter of bluejays in the red haw trees,
他向山楂樹上唱歌的藍鴉回頭笑了笑，
or while he kept his eyes ready in the slough grass for the cow snake, the rattler, the copperhead.
他的眼睛會隨時盯著沼澤草中的牛奶蛇，響尾蛇和銅頭蛇。
He rested between spells of work in the springtime when the upward push of the coming out of the new grass can be heard,
在春天，他在工作時期小憩時會聽到綠草從土壤中迸發的聲音，
and in autumn weeks when the rustle of a single falling leaf lets go a whisper that a listening ear can catch. And so he grew.
在秋天的幾周，一片落葉發出的沙沙聲就可以成為傾聽者可以聽到的耳語，他長大了。
