海明威短篇小說賞析（簡體書）

At the lake shore there was another rowboat drawn up.The two Indians stood waiting.
Nick and his father got in the stern of the boat and the Indians shoved it off and one of them got in to row.Uncle George sat in the stern of the camp rowboat.The young Indian shoved the camp boat off and got in to row Uncle George.
The two boats started off in the dark.Nick heard the oarlocks of the other boat quite a way ahead of them in the mist.The Indians rowed with quick choppy strokes.Nick lay back with his father's arm around him.It was cold on the water.The Indian who was rowing them was working very hard, but the other boat moved further ahead in the mist all the time.
"Where are we going, Dad?" Nick asked.
"Over to the Indian camp.There is an Indian lady very sick."
"Oh," said Nick.
Across the bay they found the other boat beached.Uncle George was smoking a cigar in the dark.The young Indian pulled the boat way up on the beach.Uncle George gave both the Indians cigars.
They walked up from the beach through a meadow that was soaking wet with dew, following the young Indian who carried a lantern.Then they went into the woods and followed a trail that led to the logging road that ran back into the hills.It was much lighter on the logging road as the timber was cut away on both sides.The young Indian stopped and blew out his lantern and they all walled on along the road.
They came around a bend and a dog came out barking.Ahead were the lights of the shanties where the Indian bark-peelers lived.More dogs rushed out at them.The two Indians sent them back to the shanties.In the shanty nearest the road there was a light in the window.An old woman stood in the doorway holding a lamp.