tailieunhanh - LUYỆN ĐỌC TIẾNG ANH QUA CÁC TÁC PHẨM VĂN HỌC –MOBY DICK Herman Melville CHAPTER 15

MOBY DICK Herman Melville CHAPTER 15 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 . | MOBY DICK Herman Melville CHAPTER 15 Chowder It was quite late in the evening when the little Moss came snugly to anchor and Queequeg and I went ashore so we could attend to no business that day at least none but a supper and a bed. The landlord of the Spouter-Inn had recommended us to his cousin Hosea Hussey of the Try Pots whom he asserted to be the proprietor of one of the best kept hotels in all Nantucket and moreover he had assured us that Cousin Hosea as he called him was famous for his chowders. In short he plainly hinted that we could not possibly do better than try pot-luck at the Try Pots. But the directions hc had given us about keeping a yellow warehouse on our starboard hand till we opened a white church to the larboard and then keeping that on the larboard hand till we made a corner three points to the starboard and that done then ask the first man we met where the place was these crooked directions of his very much puzzled us at first especially as at the outset Queequeg insisted that the yellow warehouse- our first point of departure- must be left on the larboard hand whereas I had understood Peter Coffin to say it was on the starboard. However by dint of beating about a little in the dark and now and then knocking up a peaceful inhabitant to inquire the way we at last came to something which there was no mistaking. Two enormous wooden pots painted black and suspended by asses ears swung from the cross-trees of an old top-mast planted in front of an old doorway. The horns of the cross-trees were sawed off on the other side so that this old topmast looked not a little like a gallows. Perhaps I was over sensitive to such impressions at the time but I could not help staring at this gallows with a vague misgiving. A sort of crick was in my neck as I gazed up to the two remaining horns yes two of them one for Queequeg and one for me. It s ominous thinks I. A Coffin my Innkeeper upon landing in my first whaling port tombstones staring at me in the .