对于绝大部分中国学生来说，学习英文写作似乎只是为了一个目的――应试。的确，从基础的中、高考，到大学英语四、六级，乃至高阶段的TOEFL、IELTS，研究生入学考试等等，写作一直是必考的内容之一。为了应付这些考试，同学们不得不机械地背诵大量程式化的词组、句子、甚至是范文。这种做法也许能在短期内提高我们的应试能力，可长此以往，英文写作势必会重蹈历史的覆辙，演变成又一种“八股文”，这是我们所不愿意看到的。那么，怎样才能真正提高自己的写作能力呢？我想最根本的方法只有一个：阅读，而且是广泛的阅读。
其实，中英文写作在很多方面是相通的。关于阅读和写作的关系，中文有很多俗语：“读书破万卷，下笔如有神。”，“熟读唐诗三百首，不会做诗也会吟。”等等，英文同样如此，只有读得多了，见得广了，才能写出精彩的东西。
要读书，读些什么内容呢？首当其冲的，是文学作品。经过时间考验的文学作品里，凝聚着一门语言的精华。掌握了这些精华，把他们变为自己的血肉，你就掌握了写作的精髓。有的人也许要问：“英语的文学作品岂止成千上万，我应该选择哪些来读呢？”，给大家一个建议，从简单的开始读起，不要开始就读莎士比亚、乔叟、弥尔顿。从《简.爱》、《傲慢与偏见》这种难度的书开始会比较适合。此外，大家可以根据自己喜欢的风格，选择不同的作家来读。喜欢幽默，可以读马克吐温的小说；喜欢简洁，读培根的散文；喜欢铿锵有力，读蒲柏的英雄双韵诗；喜欢优雅，读王尔德的童话……对不同的风格有广泛的涉猎，一定会对自己的写作大有裨益。除了上述的这些内容，我们还要特别注意学习语言背后的文化。比如希腊、罗马神话，基督教知识等等。举个例子，表达“致命的弱点”这个意思，一般同学都知道用“fatal weak point”，可如果你知道用“Achilles heel”这样一个源自希腊神话中的短语，就会显得与众不同。
今天我们要推荐阅读的是美国著名现实主义小说马克•吐温（Mark Twain）的小说《哈克贝利•费恩历险记》的第15章（附中文对照），如果你喜欢这样的文字，可以去看全文。
《哈克贝利•费恩历险记》，被评论家称赞为他最优秀的作品是吐温用近八年的心血写完的。这部作品无论从思想内容或艺术成就来衡量都很成熟。海明威是这样评价它的：“一切现代美国文学都来自一本吐温的著作《哈克贝利•费恩》⋯⋯这是我们所有书中最好的。一切美国文学都来自这本书。在它之前或之后都不曾有过能同它媲美的作品。” 《哈克•费恩》中用了第一人称叙述者，不仅词汇简单，口语化而且句子也简单、直接，具有口语的节奏。
From ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY FINN
Chapter 15
We judged that three nights more Would fetch us to Cairo, 1at
the bottom of Illinois, where the Ohio River comes in, andthat was
what we was after．We would sell the raft and get on a steamboat
and go way up the Ohio amongst the free States, and then be out of
trouble．2
Well, the second night a fog begun to come on, and we made for
a tow-head to tie to, for it wouldn't do to try to run in fog；
but when I paddled ahead i n the canoe, with the line, to make fast,
there warn't anything but little saplings totie to．I passed the
line around one of them right on the edge of the cut bank, but there
was a stiff current, and the raft come booming down so lively she
tore it out by the roots and away she went．I see the fog closing
down, and it made meso sick and scared I couldn't budge for most
a half a minuteit seemed to me—and then there warn't no raft in
sight；you couldn't see twenty yards．3 I jumped into the canoe
and runback to the stern and grabbed the paddle and set her back a
stroke．But she didn't come, I was in such a hurry Ihadn't untied
her．I got up and tried to untie her, but I was so excited my hands
shook so I couldn't hardly do anything with them．
As soon as I got started I took out after the raft, hot and heavy,
right down the tow-head．4 That was all right as far asit went,
but the tow-head warn't sixty yards long, and theminute I flew by
the foot of it I shot out into the solid whitefog, and hadn't no
more idea which way I was going than adead man．
Thinks I, it won't do to paddle；first I know I'll run intothe
bank or a tow-head or something；I got to set still andfloat, and
yet it's mighty fidgety business to have to hold yourhands still
at such a time．I whooped and listened．Away downthere, somewheres,
I hears a small whoop, and up comes myspirits．I went tearing after
it, listening sharp to hear it again．The next time it come, I see
I warn't heading for it but head-ing away to the right of it．And
the next time, I was head-ing away to the left of it—and not gaining
on it much, either, for I was flying around, this way and that and
'tother, 5but it was going straight ahead all the time．
I did wish the fool would think to beat a tin pan, and beatit
all the time, but he never did, and it was the still placesbetween
the whoops that was making the trouble for me．Well, I fought along,
and directly I hears the whoops behind me．Iwas tangled good,
now．That was somebody else's whoop．orelse I was turned around．
I throwed the paddle down．I heard the whoop again；itwas behind me yet, but in a different place；it kept coming,
and kept changing its place, and I kept answering, till by-and-by
it was in front of me again and I knowed the current hadswung the
canoe's head down stream and I was all right, ifthat was Jim and
not some other raftsman hollering．I could-n't tell nothing about
voices in a fog, for nothing don't looknatural nor sound natural
in a fog．
The whooping went on, and in about a minute I come a booming
down on a cut bank6 with smoky ghosts of big treeson it, and the
current throwed me off to the left and shot by, amongst a lot of
snags that fairly roared, the current was tear-ing by them so swift．
In another second or two it was solid white and still again．I
set perfectly still, then, listening to my heart thump, and Ireckon
I didn't draw a breath while it thumped a hundred．
I just give up, then．I knowed what the matter was．Thatcut
bank was an island, and Jim had gone down 'tother sideof it．It
warn't no tow-head, that you could float by in tenminutes．It had
the big timber of a regular island；it mightbe five or six mile
long and more than a half a mile wide．
I kept quiet, with my ears cocked, about fifteen minutes,
Ireckon．I was floating along, of course, four or five mile anhour；
but you don't ever think of that．No, you feel like youare laying
dead still on the water；and if a little glimpse of a snap slips
by, you don't think to yourself how fast you're go-ing, but you
catch your breath and think my！how that snag'stearing along．lf
you think it ain't dismal and lonesome outin a fog that way, by
yourself, in the night, you try it once— you'll see．
Next, for about a half an hour, I whoops now and then；atlast
I hears the answer a loog ways off, and tries to follow it, but
I couldn't do it, and directly I judged I'd got into a nestof
towheads, for I had little dim glimpses of them on bothsides of
me, sometimes just a narrow channel between；andsome that I couldn't
see, I knowed was there, because I'd hearthe wash of the current
against the old dead brush and trashthat hung over the banks．Well,
I warn't long losing thewhoops, down amongst the towheads；and I
only tried to chasethem a little while, anyway, because it was worse
than chas-ing a Jack-o-lantern．You never knowed a sound dodge
aroundso, and swap places so quick and so much．
I had to claw away from the bank pretty lively, four or
fivetimes, to keep from knocking the islands out of the river；
andso I judged the raft must be butting into the bank every nowand
then, or else it would get further ahead and clear out ofhearing—
it was floating a little faster than what I was．
Well, I seemed to be in the open river again, by-and-by, butouldn't hear no sign of a whoop nowheres．I reckonedJim had
fetched up on a snag, maybe, and it was all up withhim．I was good
and tired, so I laid down in the canoe andsaid I wouldn't bother
no more．I didn't want to go to sleep, of course；but I was so sleepy
I couldn't help it；so I thoughtI would take just one little cat-nap．
But I reckon it was more than a cat-nap, for when I wakedup
the stars was shining bright, the fog was all gone, and Iwas
spinning down a big bend stern first．First I didn't knowwhere I
was；I thought I was dreaming；and when things be-gun to come back
to me, they seemed to come up dim out oflast week．
It was a monstrous big river here, with the tallest and
thethickest kind of timber on both banks；just a solid wall, aswell
as I could see, by the stars．I looked away down stream, and seen
a blacK speck on the water．I took out after it；butwhen I got to
it it warn't nothing but a couple of saw-logsmade fast
together．Then I see another speck, and chasedthat；then another,
and this time I was right．It was the raft．
When I got to it Jim was setting there with his head downbetween
his knees, asleep, with his right arm hanging overthe steering
oar．The other oar was smashed off, and the raftwas littered up
with leaves and branches and dirt．So she'dhad a rough time．
I made fast and laid down under Jim's nose on the raft, and
begun to gap, 7 and stretch my fists out against Jim, andsays：
“Hello, Jim, have I been asleep？Why didn't you stir meup？”
“Goodness gracious, is dat you, Huck？En you ain'dead—you
ain'drowned—you's back agin？It's too good fortrue, honey, it's
too good for true．Lemme look at you, chile, lemme feel o'you．No,
you ain'dead？you's back agin, 'liveen soun', jis de same ole
Huck—de same ole Huck, thanksto goodness！”
“What's the matter with you, Jim？You been a drinking？”
“Drinkin'？Has I ben a drinkin'？Has I had a chance tobe a
drinkin'？”
“Well, then, what makes you talk so wild？”
“How does I talk wild？”
“How？why, haint you been talking about my coming back, and
all that stuff, as if I'd been gone away？”
“ Huck — Huck Finn, you look me in de eye ；look me inde
eye．Hain't you ben gone away？”
“Gone away？Why, what in the nation do you mean？Ihain't been
gone anywheres．Where would I go to？”
“Well, looky here, boss, dey's sumf'n wrong, dey is．Is I me,
or who is I？Is I heah, or whah is I？Now dat's what Iwants to
know？”
“Well, I think you're here, plain enough, but I think you'reatangle-headed old fool, Jim．”
“I is, is I？Well you answer me dis．Didn't you tote outde
line in de canoe, fer to make fas'to de tow-head？”
“No, I didn't．What tow-head？I hain't seen no tow-head？”
“You hain't seen no tow-head？Looky here—didn't deline pull
loose en de raf'go a hummin'down de river, enleave you en de canoe
behine in de fog？”
“What fog？”
“Why de fog．De fog dat's ben aroun'all night．En didn'tyou
whoop, en didn't I whoop, tell we got mix'up in de is-lands en one
un us got los'en 'tother one was jis'as goodas los', 'kase he
didn'know whah he wuz？En didn't I bustup agin a lot er dem islands
en have a turrible time en mos'git drownded？Now ain'dat so, boss—
ain't it so？You an-swer me dat．”
“well, this is too many for me, Jim．I hain't seen no fog,
nor no islands, nor no troubles, nor nothing．I been settlinghere
talking with you all night till you went to sleep aboutten minutes
ago, and I reckon I done the same．You couldn'ta got drunk in that
time, so of course you've been dreaming．”
“ Dad fetch it, how is I gwyne to dream all dat in ten
min-utes？”
“Well, hang it all, you did dream it, because there didn'tany
of it happen．”
“But Huck, it's all jis'as plain to me as—”
“It don't make no difference how plain it is, there ain't
noth-ing in it．I know, because I've been here all the time．”
Jim didn't say nothing for about five minutes, but set
therestudying over it．Then he says：
“Well, den, I reck'n I did dream it, Huck；but dog mycats ef
it ain't de powerfullest dream I ever see．En I hain'tever had no
dream b'fo'dat's tired me like dis one．”
“Oh, well, that's all right, because a dream does tire abody
like everything, sometimes．But this one was a staving8dream—
tell me all about it, Jim．”
So Jim went to work and told me the whole thing rightthrough,
just as it happened, only he painted it up consider-able．Then he
said he must start in and“'terpret”it, becauseit was sent for
a warning．He said the first tow-head stoodfor a man that would
try to do us some good, but the cur-rent was another man that would
get us away from him．Thewhoops was warnings that would come to
us every now and
then, and if we didn't try hard to make out to understandthem
they'd just take us into bad luck, 'stead of keeping usout of it．The
lot of tow-heads was troubles we was going toget into withquarrelsome people and all kinds of mean folks, but if we minded
our business and didn't talk back and ag-gravate them, we would
pull through and get out of the fog and into the big clear river,
which was the free States, and wouldn't have no more trouble．
It had clouded up pretty dark just after I got onto the raft,
but it was clearing up again, now．
“Oh, well that's all interpreted well enough, as far as it
goes, Jim, ”I says；“but what does these things stand for？”
It was the leaves and rubbish on the raft, and the smashed
oar．You could see them first rate, now．
Jim looked at the trash, and then looked at me, and back at
the trash again．He had got the dream fixed so strong in his head
that be couldn't seem to shake it loose and get the facts back into
its place again, right away ． But when he did get the thing
straightened around, he looked at me steady, without ever smiling,
and says：
“What do dey stan'for？I's gwyne to tell you．When I got all
wore out wid work, en wid de callin'for you, en went to sleep, my
heart wuz mos'broke bekase you wuz los', en I didn'k'yer no mo'what
become er me en de raf'．En when I wake up en fine you back agin',
all safe en soun', de tears come en I could a got down on my knees
en kiss'yo'foot I's so thankful．En all you wuz thinkin''bout wuz
how you could make a fool uv ole Jim wid a lie．Dat truck dah is
trash；en trash is people is dat puts dirt on de head er dey fren's
en makes 'em ashamed．”
Then he got up slow, and walked to the wigwam, 9 and went in
there without saying anything but that．But that was enough．It
made me feel so mean I could almost kissed his foot to get him to
take it back．
It was fifteen minutes before I could work myself up to go and
hombre myself to a n nigget—but I done it ．and I warn't ever sorry
for it afterwards．neither．I didn't do him no moremear onwould
make him feel that way．
第十五章
我们断定，再有三个晚上，我们就会来到开罗。那是在伊利诺斯的南头，俄亥俄河在此
汇合，我们要到的地方正是这里。我们准备把木筏卖了，搭上轮船，沿着俄亥俄河往上走，
到那些不买卖黑奴的自由洲去，这样也就摆脱了是非之地啦①。
①诺顿版注：马克•吐温为什么没有按照杰姆求得了自由那个原来的路子写下去，
评论家们对此历来都有争论。据对手稿进行过研究的人说，马克•吐温写到近第十六章结尾
处便停了下来，一搁笔，恐达两年。后来续写时，爱上了这样一个写法，即要抒写密西西比
河上的自由气氛，写成一种时间之流，在时间之流的流逝中，能免于陆地上的残酷与假冒伪
善这类的灾难。比较本书第八章中的注释。
后来，在第二个夜晚，开始起了雾，我们便朝一处沙洲划去，把木筏系好，因为在雾中
行舟是不行的。不过，我坐在独木小舟上，拉着一根缆绳，想把木筏拴在什么一个地方，却
无处可拴，除了一些小小的嫩枝。我把缆绳套在那凹岸旁边的一颗小树上。不过正好有一个
急流，木筏猛地一冲，就把小树连根拔了起来，而木筏也就往前漂去了。我见到迷雾正四面
八方聚拢来，只感到心里既不舒服，又发慌，至少有半分钟动弹不得。——抬头一望，木筏
已经无影无踪。二十码以外，就什么也望不清。我跳进了独木小舟，跑到船尾，抄起桨来，
使劲往后一退。可是它动也不动。我一慌张，忘了解开绳索啦。我立起身来，解开了独木
舟，可是我心慌意乱，两只手抖抖的，弄得什么事也干不成。
船一开动，我就顺着沙洲，朝着木筏，拼命追去。情况还算顺利，不过，沙洲还不到六
十码长，我刚窜过沙洲的末尾，眼看就一头冲进了白茫茫一片浓浓的大雾之中了。我象个死
人一般，连自己正在往哪一个方向漂行也一点儿辨不清了。
我寻思，这样一味地划可不行。首先，我知道会撞在岸上、沙洲上或是别的什么东西上
面。我必须得坐着不动，随着它漂。可是啊，在这么一个关头，偏偏要人家空有双手不动
弹，叫人如何安得下心。我喊了一声，又仔细地听。我听到，从下游那边，隐隐约约地从某
处什么地方，远远传来了微弱的喊声。这下子，我的精神就上来了。我飞快地追赶它，一边
又屏住气仔细地听。等到下一回听到那喊声的时候，我这才明白了自己并非是正对着它朝前
赶，而是偏到了右边去了。等到再下一次，又偏到了左方——偏左也好，偏右也好，进展都
不大，因为我正在团团地乱转，一会儿这一边，一会儿那一边，一会儿又回过头来，可木筏
却始终在朝着正前方走。
我心里但愿那个傻瓜会想得到敲响洋铁锅这样一个办法，可是他从没有敲过一声。叫我
最难受的，还是前后两次喊声间隙时听不到一点儿声音。啊，我一直在拼搏着，可猛听得那
喊声又硬是转到我的身后去了。这下子真是把我搞胡涂了。准是别的什么人的喊声吧，要不
然，那就是我的划子转过头了。
我把桨一扔，但听得喊声又起。还是在我身后，只是换了个地方。喊声不停地传来，又
不停地更换地方，我呢，不停地答应。到后来，又转到了我的前边了。我知道，是水流把独
木船的船头转到了朝下游的方向，只要那是杰姆的喊声，并非是别的木筏上的人叫喊声，那
我还是走对了。在沉沉迷雾中，我委实无法把声音辨认清楚，因为在沉沉迷雾中，形体也
好，声音也好，都和原来的本色不一样。
喊声继续响着。大约一分钟光景，我突然撞到一处陡峭的河岸上，但见岸上一簇簇黑黝
黝、鬼影森森的大树。河水把我一冲，冲到了左边，河水飞箭似地往前直冲，在断枝残桠中
一边咆哮着，一边夹着它们朝前猛冲。
不一会儿，又只见白茫茫的一片，四周一派寂静。我就静静地坐着，纹丝不动，听着自
己心跳的声音。据我估计，心跳了一百下，我连一口气也没有吸。
在那个时刻，我算是死了心了。我明白那究竟是怎么一回事了。那陡峭的河岸是一座小
岛。杰姆已经到了小岛的另一边了。这里可不是什么沙洲，十分钟便能漂过的。这里有一般
小岛上那种大树。小岛可能有五、六英里长，半英里多宽。
估计有十五分钟时间，我一声不响，竖起了耳朵听。我当然是在漂着，我估计，一小时
漂四五英里路，只是你并不觉得自己是在水上漂。不。你只觉得自己死了一般地躺在水面
上。要是一眼瞥见一段枝桠滑过，也不会想到自己正飞快地往前走，而只是屏住了呼吸，心
里想着，天啊，这段树枝往前冲得有多快啊。要是你想知道，一个人，在深夜里，四下一片
迷雾，此情此景，会有多凄冷，有多孤单，那你不妨也来试一试——那你就准会知道。
随后大概有半个钟点光景，我时不时地喊几声，到后来，终于听到远处传来了回答的声
音，我就使劲追踪，可是不成。我推断，我这里陷进了沙洲窝啦。因为在我的左右两旁，我
都隐隐约约瞥见了沙洲的景色。有的时候，只是在两岸中间一条狭窄的水道上漂。有些是我
看不见的。只是我知道自己是在那里，因为我听到了挂在河岸水面上的枯树残枝之类的东西
被流水撞击时发出的声音。没有好久，我在陷进了沙洲窝里以后，连喊声也听不见了。我只
是隔一会儿试着追踪一下。因为实际情况比追踪鬼火还要糟糕。声音如此地东躲西闪，难以
捉摸，地点又如此变得飞快，而且面广量大，这些可真是闻所未闻的。
有四五回，我非得用手利索地推开河岸，免得猛然撞上高出水面的小岛。因此我断定，
我们那个木筏子一定也是时不时撞到了河岸上，不然的话，它会漂到老远去，听也听不见了
——木筏子与我的小舟比起来要漂得快一些。
再后来，我仿佛又进到了大河宽阔的河面上了。不过，到处也听不到一丝丝喊声了。我
猜想，会不会杰姆撞到了一块礁石上，遭到了什么不测呢。我这时候也够累的了，便在小舟
上躺了下来，跟自己说，别再烦什么神了吧。我当然并非存心要睡觉，不过实在困得没法
了，所以我想就先打个瞌睡吧。
不过大概不只是打了个瞌睡。我醒来时，只见星星亮晶晶，迷雾已经烟消云散，我架的
小舟舟尾朝前，正飞快地沿着一处大的河湾往下游走。开头，我还不知道自己身在何处，还
以为自己正在做梦呢。等到过去的事慢慢想起来以后，依稀仿佛象是上星期发生的事。
这里已是一片浩瀚的大河，两岸参天的大树浓浓密密，星光照处，仿佛是一堵堵结结实
实的城墙。我朝下游远处望去，只见水面上有一个黑点，我就朝它追去。一走近，原来只是
捆在一起的几根圆木。接着看到了另一个黑点，追上去，又是另一个黑点，这一回可是追得
对了，正是我们自己的木筏子。
我上去的时候，杰姆正坐在那里，脑袋往两腿中间垂着，是睡着了，右胳膊还在掌舵的
桨上耷拉着。另一柄桨已经震裂了，木筏子上到处是树叶、枝桠和灰尘。这样看来，他过去
的那段时间也充满了风险。
我把小划子系好，在木筏上杰姆跟前躺下，打起了呵欠。
我伸出拳头对杰姆捅了桶。我说：
“喂，杰姆，我刚才睡着了么？你为什么没有把我叫醒啊？”
“天啊，难道是你么，哈克？你没有死啊——你没有烟（淹）死啊——你又活过来了
么？这可是太好了，乖乖，难道会有这样的霍（好）事？让我好好看一看你，伙计啊，让我
墨墨（摸摸）你。是啊，你可没有死，你回来了，活蹦活跳的。还是哈克那个老样子，谢天
谢地！”
“你怎么啦，杰姆？你喝醉了么？”
“喝醉？我喝醉了么？我难道还有时间喝酒么？”
“好，那么为什么你说话说得没头没脑？”
“我又哪里说得没头没脑？”
“哪里？哈，你不是在说什么我回来了，如此等等一类的话，仿佛我真的走开过似的。”
“哈克——哈克•芬，你看着我，你看着我，难道你没有走开过？”
“走开？你这是什么意思？我哪儿也没有去啊。我能到哪里去啊？”
“嗯，听我说，老弟，该是什么地方出了岔儿吧，一定是的。我还是我么？，要不然，
我又是谁呢？我是在这儿么？要不然，我又在哪里呢？这我倒要弄个一青（清）二粗
（楚）。”
“嗯，我看嘛，你是在这里，明明白白的。不过我看啊，杰姆，你可是个一脑袋浆糊的
老傻瓜。”
“我是么？难道我是么？你回答我这个问题。你有没有坐着小划子，牵着绳子，想把划
子拴在沙舟（洲）上？”
“没有，我没有。什么沙洲？我没有见到什么沙洲啊。”
“你没有见到过什么沙舟（洲）？听我说——那根绳子不是拉松了么？木筏子不是在河
上顺着水呜呜地冲下来了么？不是把你和那只小舟给撂在大午（雾）之中么？”
“什么大雾？”
“连大午（雾）都——大午（雾）下了整整一个晚上。难道你不是喊了么？我不是喊了
么？喊到后来，我们便被那些小岛弄得晕头转向，我们一个迷了路，另一个也迷了路，因为
谁也不知道自己究竟是在哪里。难道我没有在那些小岛上东撞西撞，吃足了苦头，差一点儿
给烟（淹）死？你说是不是这样，老弟——是不是这样？你回答我这个问题。”
“哈，这可叫我太为难了，杰姆。我没有见到什么大雾，没有见到什么岛屿，没有遇到
什么麻烦，什么都没有。我在这儿坐着，一整夜在跟你说话来着，只是在十分钟前你才睡
觉，我呢，大概也是这样。在那个时间里，你不可能喝醉啊，这样说来，你肯定是在做梦
吧。”
“真他妈的怪了，我怎么能十分中（钟）里梦见这么多一大堆的事啊？”
“啊，他妈的，你准定是做梦来着，因为根本没有发生过其中任何一件事啊。”
“不过哈克，对我来说，这一切是冥冥（明明）白白的——”
“不管多么明明白白，也没有用，根本没有这回事啊。这我明白。我自始至终，一直在
这里嘛。”
杰姆有五分钟之久什么话都没有说，只是坐在那里，想啊想的。接下来，他说：
“嗯，这么说来，我看我是做了梦了，哈克。不过啊，这可真是我平生一场极大极大的
恶梦了。我平生也从没有做过这么把我类（累）死的梦哩。”
“哦，不错，这可没有什么，因为做梦有时候也确实会累人。不过嘛，这场梦啊，可真
是无比美妙的梦哩——把梦的经过，一五一十全都对我说一说，杰姆。”
这样，杰姆就把全部经过从头到尾说了一遍，跟实际发生过的事说得一模一样，只是加
油加醋描画了一番。他随后说，他得“详一详”这个梦，因为这是上天降下来的一个警告
啊。他说，那第一个沙洲指的是存心对我们做好事的人，可是，那流水指的是另一个人，此
人存心要叫我们遇不到那个好人。喊声呢，指的是一些警告，警告我们会有时候遇到些什
么，要是我们不能对这些警告的含义弄个明白，那这些警告的喊声非但不能帮我们逢凶化
吉，反倒会叫我们遭殃。至于沙洲的数目有多少，指的是我们会有多少回跟爱惹事生非的家
伙和各种各样卑劣之徒吵架；不过只要我们管好自己本身的事，不去跟人家顶嘴，把事情弄
僵，我们也能顶过去，平安无事；能冲出重重浓雾，漂到宽敞的大河之上，那就是到了解放
了黑奴的自由州，从此无灾无难啦。
我上木筏的时候，起了云，天挺黑，这会儿倒是又开朗起来了。
“哦，好啊，杰姆，这样就把梦全都‘详’得个清清楚楚了，”我说，“不过嘛，这些
个事情又指的是什么呢？”
我指的是木筏上的树叶子和那些破破烂烂的东西，还有那支撞裂了的桨。这会儿，这些
能看得清清楚楚了。
杰姆看了一眼那一堆肮脏的东西，接着对我看了一眼，然后又看了一眼那一堆肮脏的东
西。做过了一场梦这样的观念，在他的脑子里印得太深了，摆脱不掉，一时间无法把发生过
的事重新理出个头路来。不过嘛，等到他把事情理清楚了，他便定神看着我，连一点儿笑容
也没有，说道：
“这些个事情指的是什么嘛？我要对你说的。我使劲划，使劲喊你，累得没得命了。睡
的时候，因为丢失了你，我心都率（碎）了，对自己，对木筏子，我也不放在心上了。一醒
来，发现你可回来了，一切平安无事，我禁不住流出了眼泪，为了谢天谢地，我恨不得双膝
跪下，吻你的脚。可是啊，你心里想的只是怎样编一个荒（谎）来糊弄老杰姆。那边一堆残
枝败叶是肮脏的东西。肮脏的东西也就是人家把脏东西往朋友的脑袋上道（倒），叫人家为
他害少（臊）的人嘛。”
然后他慢慢地站起身来，往窝棚走去，走了进去，一路之上，不则一声。可是这就够
了。我只觉得自己那么卑鄙，简直想伏下身来亲他的脚，求他收回他刚才说的话。
足足经过了十五分钟，我才鼓足了勇气，在一个黑奴面前低头认错——不过我总算认了
错，并且从此以后，对此从未后悔过。从此以后，我再也没有卑鄙地作弄过他。我要是早知
道他会那么难过，我也决不会干那样的事。