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Ethan Brand A Chapter from an Abortive Romance Nathaniel Hawthorne BARTRAM the lime-burner, a rough, heavy-looking man, begrimed with charcoal, sat watching his kiln, at nightfall, while his little son played at building houses with the scattered fragments of marble, when, on the hill-side below them, they heard a roar of laughter, not mirthful, but slow, and even solemn, like a wind shaking the boughs of the forest. 傍晚，石灰工巴特兰姆，一条粗鲁壮实的汉子，浑身脏兮兮地沾着木炭灰，坐着照看石灰窑。小儿子在一旁用白云石碎片搭着小房子。忽然，下面山坡上传来一阵狂笑，并不快乐，无精打采，甚至相当严肃，如同阵风刮来，摇动着林中的树枝。 Father, what is that? asked the little boy, leaving his play, and pressing betwixt his fathers knees. “爹，这啥声音呀？”小男孩丢下游戏问，紧贴到父亲膝旁。 O, some drunken man, I suppose, answered the lime-burner; some merry fellow from the bar-room in the village, who dared not laugh loud enough within doors, lest he should blow the roof of the house off. So here he is, shaking his jolly sides at the foot of Gray-lock. “噢，有人喝醉了吧。”石灰工回答，“是哪个家伙从村里酒店出来啦，不敢在里头放声大笑，怕给房顶震塌，所以上这儿来，在格雷洛克山坡上笑个痛快。” But, father, said the child, more sensitive than the obtuse, middle-aged clown, he does not laugh like a man that is glad. So the noise frightens me! “可是，爹呀，”这孩子比愚钝的中年乡下佬敏感得多，“他笑起来并不像很快活，所以我听着好害怕！” Dont be a fool, child! cried his father, gruffly. You will never make a man, I do believe; there is too much of your mother in you. I have known the rustling of a leaf startle you. Hark! Here comes the merry fellow, now. You shall see that there is no harm in him. “别傻了，孩子！”当爹的挺粗暴，“俺就知道你成不了男子汉，太像你妈了。树叶响一下都能吓你一大跳。听！那快活的家伙来啦，你亲眼一看就知道，人家没安坏心。” Bartram and his little son, while they were talking thus, sat watching the same lime-kiln that had been the scene of Ethan Brands solitary and meditative life, before he began his search for the Unpardonable Sin. Many years, as we have seen, had now elapsed, since that portentous night when the IDEA was first developed. The kiln, however, on the mountain-side, stood unimpaired, and was in nothing changed since he had thrown his dark thoughts into the int