求马克吐温的《卡拉维拉斯县驰名的跳蛙》译文

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　　一个朋友从东部来了信，我遵他的命去拜访了好脾气、爱絮叨的西蒙·威勒，打听我朋友的朋友列昂尼达斯·W·斯迈雷的下落。这件受人之托的事究竟结果如何，我来做个交代。事后我心里嘀咕，这位列昂尼达斯·W·斯迈雷是瞎编出来的，我朋友根本就不认识此人。他准是琢磨着：只要我向老威勒一打听，就会让他联想起那个厚脸皮的吉姆·斯迈雷来，赶快打开话匣子把那些又臭又长、和我毫不相干的陈年旧事抖搂出来，把我顷死。要是我朋友存心这么干，那他真是做对了。
　　我见到西蒙·威勒的时候，他正在破破烂烂的矿山屯子安吉尔那座歪歪斜斜的酒馆里，靠着吧台旁边的炉子舒舒服服地打盹。我注意到他是个胖子，秃脑门，一脸安详，透着和气、朴实。他站起身来问了声好。我告诉他，朋友托我来打听一位儿时的密友，这人叫列昂尼达斯·W·斯迈雷——也就是列昂尼达斯·W·斯迈雷神父，听说这位年轻的福音传教士曾在安吉尔屯子里住过。我又加了一句：要是威勒先生能告诉我这位列昂尼达斯·W·斯迈雷神父的消息，我将感激不尽。
　　西蒙·威勒把我逼到墙角，拿自己的椅子封住我的去路，然后讲了一通下面段落里那些枯燥无味的事情。他脸上不露一丝笑意，眉头一皱不皱，从第一句起，他用的就是四平八稳的腔调，没有变过。他绝不是生性就爱唠叨；因为他收不住的话头里透着认认真真、诚心诚意的感人情绪，这是明明白白地告诉我，按他的想法，别管这故事本身是不是荒唐可笑，他可是把讲故事当成一件要紧事来办，而且对故事里的两位主人公推崇备至，认为他们智谋超群。我听凭他按照自己的路子讲下去，一直没有打断。
　　列昂尼达斯神父，嗯，列神父——嗯，这里从前倒是有过一个叫吉姆·斯迈雷的，那是四九年冬天——也许是五○年春天——不知道怎么闹的，我记不太清楚了，总归不是四九年就是五○年，因为他刚来到屯子的时候，那大渡槽还没造好呢；别的不说，要比谁最古怪，他算得上天下第一。只要能找到一个人愿打赌，他就赔，碰上什么就赌什么。别人要是不愿赌黑，他就赔黑；别人不愿赌白，他就赌白。不管怎么样，别人想怎么赌，他都陪着——不管怎么样，只要能赌得起来，他就舒服了。虽说这样，他照样有好运气，那可不是一般的好，十有八九总是他赢。他老惦记找机会打赌；无论大事小事，只要有人提出来，不管你的注往哪一边下，他都照赌不误，这些我刚才都告诉过你啦。赛的要是马，收场的时候他不是赢得满满当当，就是输得一干二净；如果斗的是狗，他赌；斗的是猫，他赌；斗的是鸡，他还赌；嘿，就算有两只鸟落在篱笆上，他也要跟你赌哪一只先飞；屯子里聚会他必到，到了就拿沃尔克牧师打赌，他打赌说，沃尔克牧师布道在这一带是头一份；那还用说，他本来就是个好人么。要是他看见一只屎克螂朝哪里开步走，他就跟你赌它几天才能到——不论到哪儿都行；只要你接茬，哪怕是去墨西哥，他也会跟着那只屎克螂，看看它到底去不去那儿，路上得花几天的时间。这儿的小伙子好多都见过斯迈雷，都能给你讲讲这个人。嘿，讲起他的事来可是绝对重不了样——他不论什么都赌——那家伙特有意思。有一回，沃尔克牧师的太太病得不轻，有好几天的工夫，眼看着她就没救了；可一天早晨牧师进来了，斯迈雷站起来问他太太怎么样，他说，她好多了——全凭主的大恩大德——看这势头，有主保佑，她能缓过来；还没等他讲完，斯迈雷来了一句：“这样吧，我押两块五，赌她缓不过来。”
　　这个斯迈雷有一匹母马——小伙子们都管它叫“一刻钟老太太”，这话损了点儿，它跑得当然比这快一点儿——他还经常靠这匹马赢钱呢。因为它慢慢吞吞的，不是得气喘，生瘟热，就是有痨病，以及这一类乱七八糟的病。他们总是让它先跑两三百码，可等到了终点跟前，它就抖起精神，拼了老命，撒欢尥蹶子；四只蹄子到处乱甩，甩空了的也有，甩偏了踢到篱笆上的也有，弄得尘土飞扬，再加上咳嗽、打喷嚏、攥鼻涕，闹闹哄哄——赶到裁判席前头的时候，它总是比别的马早一个头，早得刚好让人能看明白。
　　他还有一只小斗狗，光看外表你准以为它一钱不值，就配在那儿拴着，一副贼溜溜的样子，老想偷点什么。可是，一旦在它身上下了注，它转眼就变了一条狗；它的下巴颏往前伸着，就像火轮船的前甲板，下槽牙都露了出来，像煤火一样放光。别的狗抓它、耍弄它、咬它，接二连三地给它来背口袋，可安得鲁·杰克逊——这是那条狗的名字——安得鲁·杰克逊老是装着没什么不自在的，好像它原本就没有别的盼头——押在另一边的赌注翻了倍再翻倍，一直到再没钱往上押了；这时候，它就一口咬住另一条狗的后腿，咬得死死的——不啃，你明白吗，光咬，叼着不动，直到那狗服软，哪怕等上一年也不要紧。斯迈雷老是靠这条狗赢钱，直到在一条没后腿的狗身上碰了钉子，因为那狗的后腿让锯片给锯掉了。那一次，两条狗斗了好一阵子，两边的钱都押完了，安得鲁·杰克逊上去照着咬惯了的地方下嘴的时候，当时就看出自个儿上当了，看出它怎么让别的狗给涮了。怎么说呢，他当时好像是吃了一惊，跟着就有点儿没精打采，再也没有试着把那一场赢下来；他让人骗惨了。它朝斯迈雷瞧了一眼，好像是说它伤透了心，这都是斯迈雷的错，怎么弄了一条没有后腿的狗来让它咬呢，它斗狗本来靠的就是咬后腿嘛；后来，他一瘸一拐地溜达到旁边，倒在地上就死了。那可是条好狗，那个安得鲁·杰克逊要是活着，准出了名了，胚子好，又聪明——我敢担保安得鲁·杰克逊有真本事；他什么场面没经过啊、一想起它最后斗的那一场，一想起它的下场来，我鼻子就发酸。
　　唉，这个斯迈雷呀，他还养过拿耗子的狗、小公鸡、公猫，都是这一类的玩艺儿，不论你拿什么去找他赌，他都能跟你兵对兵，将对将，让你赌个没完没了。有一天，他逮着一只蛤蟆带回家去，说是要好好训一训；足足有三个月，他什么事都不干，光呆在后院里头教那只蛤蟆蹦高。果不其然，他把蛤蟆训出来了。只要他从后头点蛤蟆一下，你就看吧，那蛤蟆像翻煎饼一样在空中打个转——兴许翻一个筋斗，要是起得好，也许能翻两个，然后稳稳当当地爪朝下落地，就像一只猎。他还训那蛤蟆逮苍蝇，勤学苦练，练得那蛤蟆不论苍蝇飞出去多远，只要瞧得见，回回都能逮得着。斯迈雷说蛤蟆特爱学习，学什么会什么——这话我信。嘿，我就瞧见过他把丹尼尔·韦伯斯特放在这儿的地板上——那蛤蟆叫丹尼尔·韦伯斯特——大喊一声：“苍蝇，丹尼尔，苍蝇！”快得让你来不及眨眼，蛤蟆就噌曾地照直跳起来，把那边柜台上的一只苍蝇吞下去了，然后像一摊泥“扑嗒”落在地上，拿后腿抓耳挠腮，没事人似的，好像觉得自个儿比别的蛤蟆也强不到哪儿去。别看它有能耐，你还真找不着比它更朴实，更爽快的蛤唤了。只要是从平地上规规矩矩地往上跳，它比你见过的所有蛤蟆都跳得高一个身子。从平地往上跳是它的拿手好戏，你明白吗？只要比这一项，斯迈雷就一路把注押上去。斯迈雷把他的蛤蟆看成宝贝；要说也是，那些见多识广的老江湖都说，从来也没见过这么棒的蛤蟆。
　　斯迈雷拿一个小笼子盛着那蛤蟆，时不时地带着它逛大街，设赌局。有一天，一个汉子——他是个外乡人——到屯子里来，正碰上斯迈雷提着蛤蟆笼子，就问：
　　“你那笼子里头装的是什么呀？”
　　斯迈雷冷着个脸说：“它也许该是个鹦鹉，也许呢，该是只雀儿；可它偏不是——它是一只蛤蟆。”
　　那汉子拿过笼子，转过来转过去，细细地瞅，说：“嗯——原来是个蛤蟆，它有什么特别的呀？”
　　“噢，”斯迈雷不紧不慢地说，“它就有一件看家的本事，要叫我说——它比这卡县地界里的哪一只蛤蟆蹦得都高。”
　　那汉子拿过笼子，又仔仔细细地看了好半天，才还给斯迈雷，慢慢吞吞地说，“是嘛，”他说，“我也没瞧出来这蛤蟆比别的蛤蟆能好到哪儿去。”
　　“你也许瞧不出来，”斯迈雷说，“对蛤蟆，你兴许是内行，也兴许是外行；兴许是个老把式，也兴许不是；这么说吧，兴许只会看个热闹。别管你怎么看，我心里有数，我赌四十块钱，敢说这蛤蟆比卡县随便哪一只蛤蟆都蹦得高。”
　　那汉子琢磨了一会儿，有点儿作难：“呃，这儿我人生地不熟的，也没带着蛤蟆；要是我有一只蛤蟆，准跟你赌。”
　　这时候斯迈雷说话了：“好办——好办——只要你替我把这笼子拿一小会儿，我就去给你逮一只来。”就这样，那汉子拿着笼子，把他的四十块钱和斯迈雷的四十块钱放在一起，坐下等着了。
　　这汉子坐在那儿想来想去，想了好一会儿，然后从笼子里头把蛤蟆拿出来，扒开它的嘴，自己掏出一把小勺来，给蛤蟆灌了一肚子火枪的铁砂子——一直灌到齐了蛤蟆的下巴颏——然后把蛤蟆放到地上。斯迈雷呢，他上洼地的烂泥里头稀里哗啦趟了一气，到底逮住个蛤蟆。他把蛤蟆抓回来，交给那汉子说：
　　“行了，你要是准备好了，就把它跟丹尼尔并排摆着，把他的前爪跟丹尼尔的放齐了，我喊个号。”然后他就喊：“一——二——三——蹦！”他和那汉子从后边点那两只蛤蟆，那只新来的蛤蟆蹦得特有劲，可是丹尼尔喘了一口粗气，光耸肩膀——就这样——像法国人似的。这哪管事儿啊；它动不了，跟生了根一样，连挪挪地方都办不到，就像抛了错。斯迈雷又纳闷，又上火；当然啦，说什么他也想不通这到底是怎么一档子事。
　　那汉子拿起钱就走；临出门了，他还拿大拇指在肩膀上头指指丹尼尔——就像这样——慢慢吞吞地说：“我也没瞧出来这蛤蟆比别的蛤蟆好到哪儿去嘛。”
　　斯迈雷呢，他站在那儿抓耳挠腮，低着头把丹尼尔端详了好一会儿，最后说：“真闹不明白这蛤蟆怎么栽了——闹不明白它犯了什么毛病——看起来，它肚子胀得不轻。”他揪着丹尼尔脖子上的皮，把蛤蟆掂起来，说：“它要没五磅重才怪呢！”蛤蟆头朝下，吣出满满两大把铁砂子来。这时候斯迈雷才明白过来，他气得发疯，放下蛤蟆就去追那汉子，可再也追不上了。
　　（这时候，西蒙·威勒听见前院有人喊他的名字，就站起来去看找他有什么事。）他一边往外走，一边扭头对我说：“就在这儿坐着，老客，歇会儿——我一转眼就回来。”
　　不过，对不住了您呐，我想，再往下听牛皮糖吉姆·斯迈雷的故事，也打听不到列昂尼达斯·W·斯迈雷神父消息呀，于是我拔腿就走。
　　在门口，我碰上了那个见面熟的威勒回来了，他拽着我又打开了话匣子：
　　“哎，这个斯迈雷有一头独眼龙母黄牛，尾巴没了，光剩个尾巴撅子，像一根香蕉，还有——”
　　可我既没功夫，也没这个嗜好；还没等他开讲那头惨兮兮的母牛，我就走了。

Answer 2

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Samuel Langhorne Clemens (November 30, 1835 – April 21, 1910),[1] better known by the pen name Mark Twain, was an American humorist, satirist, writer, and lecturer. Twain is most noted for his novels Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. He is also known for his quotations.[2][3]

Clemens was a well known author in the United States, a popular comedian and monologist, and friend to presidents, artists, leading industrialists, and European royalty. Mark Twain's Adventures of Huckleberry Finn has been called a Great American Novel.[4]

Clemens enjoyed immense public popularity and his keen wit and incisive satire earned him praise from both critics and peers. American author William Faulkner called Twain "the father of American literature."[5]

Youth
Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain) was born in Florida, Missouri, on November 30, 1835, to Tennessee country merchant, John Marshall Clemens (August 11, 1798 - March 24, 1847), and Jane Lampton Clemens (June 18, 1803 - October 27, 1890).[6] He was the sixth of John and Jane's seven children. Only two of his siblings survived childhood, his brother Orion Clemens (July 17, 1825 - December 11, 1897 and sister Pamela (September 19, 1827 - August 31, 1904). His sister Margaret (May 31, 1830 - August 17, 1839) died when he was four years old, and his brother Benjamin (June 8, 1832 - May 12, 1842) died three years later. Another older brother, Pleasant (1828 - 1829), only lived three months before Samuel was born. In addition to his older siblings, Samuel had one younger brother, Henry Clemens (July 13, 1838 - June 21, 1858). [7] When Samuel was four, his family moved to Hannibal,[8] a port town on the Mississippi River that would serve as the inspiration for the fictional town of St. Petersburg in The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.[9] At that time, Missouri was a slave state in the union and young Samuel became familiar with the institution of slavery, a theme he later explored in his writing.

Samuel Clemens was colorblind, a condition that fueled his witty banter in the social circles of the day.[citation needed] In March of 1847 when Samuel was eleven, his father died of pneumonia.[citation needed] The following year, he became a printer's apprentice. In 1851 he began working as a typesetter and contributor of articles and humorous sketches for the Hannibal Journal, a newspaper owned by his older brother, Orion. When he was eighteen, he left Hannibal and worked as a printer in New York, Philadelphia, St. Louis, and Cincinnati. At twenty-two, Clemens returned to Missouri. On a voyage to New Orleans down the Mississippi, the steamboat pilot, "Bixby", inspired Clemens to pursue a career as a steamboat pilot, the third highest paying profession in America at the time, earning $250 per month ($155,000 today).

Because the steamboats at the time were constructed of very dry flammable wood, no lamps were allowed, making night travel a precarious endeavor. A steamboat pilot needed a vast knowledge of the ever-changing river to be able to stop at any of the hundreds of ports and wood-lots along the river banks. Clemens meticulously studied two thousand miles of the Mississippi for more than two years until he finally received his steamboat pilot license in 1859. While training for his pilot's license, Samuel convinced his younger brother Henry Clemens to work with him on the Mississippi. Henry was killed on June 21, 1858 when the steamboat he was working on exploded. Samuel was guilt-stricken over his brother's death and held himself responsible for the rest of his life. However, he continued to work on the river and served as a river pilot until the American Civil War broke out in 1861 and traffic along the Mississippi was curtailed.

Travels and family
Missouri was a slave state and considered by many to be part of the South, but it did not join the Confederacy. When the war began, Clemens and his friends formed a Confederate militia (depicted in an 1885 short story, "The Private History of a Campaign That Failed"), and joined a battle where a man was killed. Clemens found he could not bear to kill a man, and deserted. His friends joined the Confederate Army; Clemens joined his brother, Orion, who had been appointed secretary to the territorial governor of Nevada, and headed west.

Clemens and his brother traveled for more than two weeks on a stagecoach across the Great Plains and the Rocky Mountains. They visited the Mormon community in Salt Lake City. These experiences became the basis of the book Roughing It, and provided material for The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County. Clemens' journey ended in the silver-mining town of Virginia City, Nevada where he became a miner.

After failing as a miner, Clemens worked at a Virginia City newspaper, the Territorial Enterprise. On February 3, 1863, he signed a humorous travel account "LETTER FROM CARSON - re: Joe Goodman; party at Gov. Johnson's; music" with "Mark Twain".[10]

Clemens then traveled to San Francisco, California, where he continued as a journalist and began lecturing. He met other writers such as Bret Harte, Artemus Ward and Dan DeQuille. An assignment in Hawaii became the basis for his first lectures. In 1867, a local newspaper funded a steamboat trip to the Mediterranean.

During his tour of Europe and the Middle East he wrote a popular collection of travel letters which were compiled as The Innocents Abroad in 1869. He also met Charles Langdon, and saw a picture of Langdon's sister Olivia. Clemens claimed to have fallen in love at first sight. They met in 1868, were engaged a year later, and married in February 1870 in Elmira, New York. Olivia gave birth to a son, Langdon, who died of diphtheria after 19 months.

In 1871 Clemens moved his family to Hartford, Connecticut. There Olivia gave birth to three daughters: Susy, Clara, and Jean. Clemens also became good friends with fellow author William Dean Howells.

Clemens made a second tour of Europe, described in the 1880 book, A Tramp Abroad. He returned to America in 1900, having paid off his debts to his old firm. The Clemens' marriage lasted 34 years until Olivia's death in 1904.

In 1906 Clemens began his autobiography in the North American Review. Oxford University issued him a Doctorate of Literature a year later.

Clemens outlived Jean and Susy. He passed through a period of deep depression, which began in 1896 when his favorite daughter Susy died of meningitis. Olivia's death in 1904 and Jean's death on December 24, 1909 deepened his gloom.[11]

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