The fisherman listened as the fish spoke.
Chapter Two: Mary Visits the Gardens
The next morning, Mary woke up when a young housemaid came into
her room to light the fire. Her name was Martha, and she talked to Mary
while she worked.
Mary didn’t understand servants who were friendly. In India she had
spoken to servants only to give them orders. She never said ‘Please’ or
‘Thank you’. Once, she had even slapped her ayah’s face when she was
angry with her. Somehow, she knew that she must not behave in this way
At first Mary did not listen to Martha, but after a while she began to
like the sound of the friendly Yorkshire voice.
‘You should see all my little brothers and sisters in our little cottage
on the moor,’ Martha said. ‘There’s twelve of us, and my father only
earns sixteen shillings a week. It is hard for my mother to feed them
all. The fresh air on the moor makes them strong and healthy. Our
Dickon’s twelve. He’s always out on the moor. He’s good with animals.
He’s tamed a wild pony.
‘Go and look at the gardens,’ Martha said. ‘There’s not much growing
now, but they’re lovely in summer.’
She paused for a moment, and then said quietly, ‘One of the gardens is
locked up. No one has been in it for ten years.’
‘Why?’ asked Mary.
‘Mr Craven closed it after his wife died. It was her garden. He locked
the door, dug a hole and buried the key.’
The enormous grounds of Misselthwaite Manor were divided by high walls
into many gardens. In some there were flowers, trees and fountains.
Vegetables grew in others. Doors opened from garden into garden. Because
it was winter, the trees were bare and no flowers grew. Mary thought
that it all looked very empty and ugly.
After a while an old man came through one of the doors. He had a surly
old face and did not seem at all pleased to see Mary.
‘Can I go through that door?’ Mary asked.
‘If you like,’ he replied. ‘There’s nothing to see.’
Mary hoped that she might find the door to the locked garden. She tried
many doors, but they all opened easily. Then, she noticed one wall that
was covered in ivy, but seemed to have no door in it. She could see tall
trees behind the ivy-covered wall. A robin on a high branch started to
sing. She stopped to listen, and the little bird with the red breast
seemed almost to be calling to her. His cheerful song brought a small
smile to her sad face.
The old man continued digging. He ignored Mary until at last she said,
‘There’s a garden over there without a door.’
‘What garden?’ he asked angrily.
‘On the other side of the wall,’ she answered. ‘I saw a robin in the
trees over there.’
The old man stopped digging, and to Mary’s surprise he smiled.
He looked quite different when he smiled. He whistled very softly.
Then, a wonderful thing happened. There was a sound of wings, and the
robin came down next to the man’s foot.
‘Here he is,’ the old man chuckled . ‘He always comes to me when I
whistle. Isn’t he a nice little bird?’
The robin hopped about, pecking at the earth. The gardener, Ben
Weatherstaff, continued digging. ‘He’s the only friend I’ve got,’ he
‘I’ve never had any friends,’ said Mary, sadly. Ben stopped digging and
looked at Mary.
‘You and I are the same, then,’ he said to her. ‘We’re not good looking
and we’re as sour as we look.’
It was the first time that Mary had ever thought about her angry face
and bad temper. Now that she did, she felt uncomfortable. Just then ,
the clear sound of the robin’s song made her look towards the apple tree
where he sat.
Ben Weatherstaff laughed.
‘What did he do that for?’ asked Mary.
‘He’s decided to be your friend,’ replied Ben. ‘He’s taken a fancy to
‘To me?’ said Mary, and she moved softly towards the little tree and
‘Would you make friends with me?’ she said gently to the robin, as if
she was speaking to a person.
‘Why,’ said Ben quietly, ‘you said that like a real child instead of a
little old woman. You said it almost like Dickson when he talks to his
wild things out on the moor.’
The robin flew over the wall.
‘There must be a door to that garden,’ Mary said firmly.
‘There’s no door that you can find and in any case, it’s none of your
business ,’ Ben said sharply. ‘Don’t poke your nose in where it doesn’t
The gardener walked away without saying goodbye.
Chapter Three: A Cry in the Night
Mary spent most of her days outside in the grounds. The cold wind made
her cheeks pink, and each evening she ate all of her food. After dinner
she liked to sit near the fire and talk to Martha.
‘Why does Mr Craven hate the locked garden?’ Mary asked once.
‘It was Mrs Craven’s garden. She loved it. She and Mr Craven looked
after the flowers together. No gardeners were allowed in.’
‘But what happened?’ Mary asked impatiently.
‘Mrs Craven was sitting on a branch of a tree when it broke and she
She was injured so badly she died. That’s why Mr Craven hates the
He won’t let anyone ever talk about it.’
Mary had never felt sorry for anyone before, but now she realised how
unhappy her uncle must be.
The wind moaned around the house, banging at the doors and windows.
Martha said it was ‘wutherin’. Mary listened and through the noise she
thought that she heard a child crying.
‘Do you hear someone crying?’ she asked Martha.
Martha suddenly looked confused.
‘No,’ she answered. ‘It’s only the wind or the scullery maid. She’s
cried all day with toothache.’
Then Martha quickly left the room.
Next day, it rained. Mary was bored and complained to Martha that she
had nothing to do.
‘On a day like this at home, we all try to keep busy indoors,’ Martha
‘Except Dickson. He goes out on the moor in all types of weather. He
brought home a fox cub that he found. He’s got a crow , too, called
When Martha left her alone, Mary decided to explore the house. She went
along corridors and up and down stairs. In the silence of the house she
heard again the sound of a child crying. She stopped to listen at a
door, but then another door opened and out came Mrs Medlock.
‘What are you doing here?’ she said, and she took Mary by the arm and
pulled her away. ‘Get back to your room at once!’
‘I didn’t know which way to go, and then I heard someone crying,’ said
‘You didn’t hear anything,’ said Mrs Medlock. ‘Go back to your room, or
I’ll tell the master that you disobeyed him.’
Mary was angry. She wanted to know what the cry was.
Soon the storm passed.
‘Wait until the sun shines and lights up the moor,’ said Martha.
‘I’d love to see your cottage on the moor and meet your mother,’ said
‘You would like my mother,’ Martha said. ‘She’s kind and good tempered
and works hard. When it’s my day off and I can go home and see her, I
jump for joy.’
‘I’d like to see Dickson, too,’ said Mary.
‘Yes, you’d like him,’ Martha said. ‘Everyone likes Dickson.’
‘No one likes me,’ said Mary sadly.
‘Maybe that’s because you don’t like yourself,’ laughed Martha. ‘I never
thought of that,’ said Mary.
Mary found Ben Weatherstaff working in the garden.
‘Spring’s coming,’ he said. ‘The plants are growing under the soil .
Soon you’ll see crocuses and daffodils.’
Mary saw that the robin was on a wall covered with ivy. He hopped down
to the soil at her feet. The robin tried to find a worm in the garden.
Suddenly, Mary saw an old, rusty key.
‘Perhaps it’s been buried for ten years,’ she said to herself.
‘Perhaps it’s the key to the garden,’ she thought, putting it into her
After supper, Martha told Mary all about her day at home.
‘Mother has sent you a present,’ she said. She brought out a skipping
rope with striped handles, and showed Mary how to skip.
‘Your mother is very kind,’ Mary said. She wondered how Mary’s mother
could find the money to buy her the rope with all those hungry mouths to
Mary skipped all the time, and the more she skipped, the stronger she
Her cheeks became red, and her plain face started to look almost pretty.
One day as Mary watched the robin in the garden, a wonderful thing
happened. To Mary it was almost like magic. A small gust of wind blew
aside some of the ivy on the wall, and beneath the leaves, she saw a
She remembered that she had the key in her pocket. She tried it in the
lock, and although it was very stiff , she turned it. The next moment,
she stood inside the secret garden.
It was the loveliest and most mysterious looking place that Mary had
It was overgrown and untidy, but she could see plants starting to push
their way up through the soil. She pulled weeds away to make space for
the spring flowers to grow.
‘Now they look as if they can breathe ,’ she thought. Then she whispered
to herself, ‘I am the first person who has spoken in here for ten
Time passed quickly as Mary cleared the weeds and dead grass. Soon it
was time to go back to the house for her supper.
Mary wanted to tell Martha her secret, but she knew that this was not a
good idea. She might be forbidden to go into the secret garden again, so
instead she said, ‘I would like a little garden to grow things in.’
‘Why, that’s just what you need to keep you busy,’ said Martha. ‘I’ll
get Dickson to bring some garden tools and some seeds to plant.’
Mary worked with her hands each day in the secret garden. She was
careful not to let Ben Weatherstaff see where she went.
But Ben noticed a change in her. One day he said, ‘The fresh air is good
for you. You’re less thin, and your skin is less yellow.’
Too many anglers are greedy. They take more fish than they can possibly
use. These often end up just being wasted. They take males and females
so that few fish are left to breed, and the numbers fall even futher.
Chapter Two: Pocahontas meets John Smith
Captain John Smith and his men were happy to be in Chesapeake Bay.
They wanted to establish a small settlement there.
Captain Smith called the big river the James River, after King James I
of Britain. On May 13, 1607, he established the small settlement called
Jamestown. Jamestown was on the James River. In Jamestown the settlers
built some huts, a storehouse and a church.
There were about 100 men in Jamestown in 1607. Most of them were English
gentlemen. They came to the New World to find gold and riches.
They did not want to be farmers. John Smith was angry with them. He
said, “You must all plant crops, hunt and fish. You must not be lazy!”
In Jamestown there was little food. One day Captain Smith and his men
went into the forest to look for food. They walked for a long time. Then
they met a big group of Indians. The Indians attacked them with their
bows and arrows. They killed one of Smith’s men. John Smith and his men
killed two Indians. Then the Indians captured John Smith and took him
After a long walk, John Smith stood in front of Chief Powhatan and his
tribe. Everyone was silent. Pocahontas stood next to her father. She
looked at John Smith. He was very tall. She looked at his red hair, his
blue eyes and his white skin. He was very different from the Indian men.
John Smith spoke to the Indians in sign language and a few Indian words.
“Great chief, I am a friend. My men and I want to live in peace with
Powhatan and his medicine men did not like him.
John Smith gave a compass to the great chief. Powhatan looked at it. He
turned it around in his hand. Why did the needle always point in the
same direction? He tried to touch the needle but a piece of ice was in
front of it!
The ice wasn’t cold. It didn’t melt! Powhatan thought it was magic. All
the Indians of the tribe looked at the compass. They were surprised at
the white man’s magic.
Pocahontas liked John Smith and his magic, but her father didn’t like
That afternoon John Smith and his men killed two Indians. Chief Powhatan
and his tribe were very angry. Now John Smith must die!
Two Indian warriors pushed Captain Smith to the ground. They put his
head on a very big stone. Then the Indians picked up another big stone.
They wanted to kill John Smith! When Pocahontas saw this, she said, “No,
father. Please don’t kill him. He isn’t a bad man.”
Powhatan said, “No! He and his men killed two Indians. He must die.”
The two Indians were ready to kill Captain Smith. One Indian raised his
“No!” said Pocahontas. She jumped forward and put her head above Captain
Smith’s head. “Please father, he must not die! Save him!” said
Powhatan looked at his favorite daughter. He immediately told the two
Indians to stop. Everyone was surprised at Pocahontas’ courage.
Pocahontas saved John Smith’s life.
After this Pocahontas and John Smith became great friends.
John Smith taught her English and she taught him the Indian language. He
gave her beautiful beads and trinkets. He told her about London and its
enormous buildings. Pocahontas listened to Smith’s stories.
“The King of England is called King James I. He lives in a beautiful
palace in London,” said John Smith.
“Is he your chief?” asked Pocahontas. “Yes, he’s our leader,” said John
“What do the English ladies wear?” asked Pocahontas.
“They wear long, colorful dresses, shoes and hats. They also wear
“Are the English ladies beautiful?” Pocahontas asked.
“Some are beautiful and some aren’t!” said John Smith.
Pocahontas laughed and listened. She dreamed about London.
Chapter Three: Winter in Jamestown
The hot summer passed and the cool autumn arrived. The Jamestown
settlers had little food to eat. Many settlers were ill and weak. They
When winter arrived there was no food. Pocahontas helped the Jamestown
settlers. She asked her father for corn, meat and other food. Pocahontas
and other Indians brought the food to Jamestown in big baskets. The
courageous Indian princess helped the settlers to live during the cold
Ships came to Jamestown from England. Powhatan was not happy about this.
More white men came to the New World. Powhatan was afraid of them.
He was afraid of the future.
One winter day Powhatan sent an Indian messenger to Jamestown. He had a
message for Captain Smith. “My chief Powhatan wants to speak to you.
Follow me.” John Smith followed the messenger to Powhatan’s village.
Powhatan was in his longhouse. John Smith sat next to him. “We have no
more food to give to your people. You must all leave this land now,”
“Why must we leave?” asked John Smith.
The two men talked for a long time. At midnight Powhatan said,” It is
very late. You can sleep in the small cabin near the river.”
Captain Smith accepted the invitation. He went to sleep in the small
During the night, John Smith heard someone at the door. He got up,opened
the door and saw Pocahontas. “What a surprise to see you,Pocahontas!
Please come in!”
“Oh, Captain Smith, your life is in danger. My father and the medicine
men want to kill you tonight! They don’t want white people to stay here.
You must run away now.”
“Dear princess, you are saving my life again. How can I thank you? What
can I give you?” asked Captain Smith.
“Run away now! Save yourself!” Pocahontas touched his hand and ran away.
John Smith ran out of the cabin. He walked to Jamestown in the middle of
the night. When he arrived in Jamestown, he told the settlers that
Pocahontas saved his life again. After this adventure, Captain Smith
returned to England.
In Pocahontas’ village everyone thought that Captain Smith was dead.
Everyone said that he was killed by a gunpowder explosion.
The case for fishing
Don’t give them up to chase impossible things。
The case against fishing
Eg:Russ caught a big fish。
Fishing is a blood sport. This means that an animal must die so that a
human can have ‘fun’. (This applies more to sportsfishing than to
fishing for food; at least if a fish is eaten, there is some purpose to
it being caught.) Once hooked, fish have little or no chance of escape.
Fishing is probably the world’s most popular sports. Millions and
millions of people spend billions and billions each year on tackle,
bait, boats, fuel, repairs, four-wheel-drives —just so they can go
People can’t catch fish every day of the year, either. There are times
when the weather is too bad for fishing, times when people may have to
go to work, even times when the fish may not be there! These breaks in
fishing give the fish a chance to build up their numbers.
Of all those millions of people, most of them are after fish to eat.
Generally, they are happy with a few fish to feed themselves and their
families. They catch fish that are found in huge numbers, so there is
little danger of them being fished out.
If he threw the fish back, he would never find it again。
Anglers make a huge contribution to the economy. Not only do they spend
money directly—as was mentioned earlier—they also spend it indirectly,
such as in tax on their equipment or fuel, or in accommodation and
airfares. This money keeps many people in work and provides many new
jobs each year.
One day, he caught nothing except one small fish.
Whatever side you are on—for or against—fishing is an activity that will
come under much closer examination in the future.
The little fish hopped around in the net and cried out to the
There are too many people fishing. The fish aren’t farmed or conserved;
they are just taken until there is none left. No animal can stand that
sort of pressure. Modern cars and boats mean people can now fish even in
remote areas of the world—no place is ‘safe’ for fish.
He knew his family would love a big, fat fish.
It is also a way of reducing stress. Many people who are stressed tum to
drugs or alcohol to help them cope. Fishing, like other recreations, can
be both fun and relaxing. People who are relaxed are generally
healthier—and much nicer to be near (except for the smell of the bait!).
- fisherman n. 渔夫