tailieunhanh - THE VALLEY OF THE MOON JACK LONDON BOOK 1 CHAPTER 13

THE VALLEY OF THE MOON JACK LONDON BOOK 1 CHAPTER 13 Đây là một tác phẩm anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng nâng cao chuyên ngành văn chương. Nhằm giúp các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh . | THE VALLEY OF THE MOON JACK LONDON BOOK 1 CHAPTER 13 Our cattle were all played out Saxon was saying and winter was so near that we couldn t dare try to cross the Great American Desert so our train stopped in Salt Lake City that winter. The Mormons hadn t got bad yet and they were good to us. You talk as though you were there Bert commented. My mother was Saxon answered proudly. She was nine years old that winter. They were seated around the table in the kitchen of the little Pine Street cottage making a cold lunch of sandwiches tamales and bottled beer. It being Sunday the four were free from work and they had come early to work harder than on any week day washing walls and windows scrubbing floors laying carpets and linoleum hanging curtains setting up the stove putting the kitchen utensils and dishes away and placing the furniture. Go on with the story Saxon Mary begged. I m just dyin to hear. And Bert you just shut up and listen. Well that winter was when Del Hancock showed up. He was Kentucky born but he d been in the West for years. He was a scout like Kit Carson and he knew him well. Many s a time Kit Carson and he slept under the same blankets. They were together to California and Oregon with General Fremont. Well Del Hancock was passing on his way through Salt Lake going I don t know where to raise a company of Rocky Mountain trappers to go after beaver some new place he knew about. Ha was a handsome man. He wore his hair long like in pictures and had a silk sash around his waist he d learned to wear in California from the Spanish and two revolvers in his belt. Any woman d fall in love with him first sight. Well he saw Sadie who was my mother s oldest sister and I guess she looked good to him for he stopped right there in Salt Lake and didn t go a step. He was a great Indian fighter too and I heard my Aunt Villa say when I was a little girl that he had the blackest brightest eyes and that the way he looked was like an eagle. He d fought duels too the way .