10 Wind in the Trees

10 WIND IN THE TREES John and Annie whirled around to look. The shaggy brown bear was walking slowly toward the campfire. It stopped and stared at the three of them. "Be very still," John said softly to Jack and Annie. "Is it a grizzly?" whispered Jack. "She is, indeed," said John. "You were right. I thought there were no grizzlies left in Yosemite. Perhaps she is the last one." "That's sad," said Annie. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" John said. "Can you sketch her for me?" "Yes," whispered Annie. She reached into her pocket and took out her sketchbook. Though he was scared of the bear, Jack did the same.

约翰和安妮转过身去看。 那只毛茸茸的棕熊慢慢地向营火走去。 它停了下来，盯着他们三个。 “保持安静，”约翰轻声对杰克和安妮说。 “是灰熊吗？”杰克小声说。 “她确实是，”约翰说。 “你说得对。我以为优胜美地没有灰熊了。 也许她是最后一个了。” “那太可悲了，”安妮说。“她很漂亮，不是吗？”约翰说。 “你能给我画一张她的素描吗？”“是的，”安妮小声说。 她把手伸进口袋，拿出速写本。 虽然杰克很怕熊，但他照样做了。

The grizzly didn't move. She stood very still and kept gazing at the three of them.

灰熊没有动。她一动不动地站着，一直盯着他们三个人。

Jack's heart was pounding. By the firelight, he pressed his pencil against the white page. The pencil started moving. Soon Jack had sketched the outline of the bear. He then drew clumps of shaggy fur and big paws and claws. He darkened the bear's nose and ears. By the time he finished his sketch, Jack wasn't afraid of the grizzly anymore. The bear was beautiful, just as John had said. The grizzly huffed and shook her large head. She directed her gaze at Annie and stared at her. "Okay, I'll tell them," Annie said to the bear. The bear huffed again. Then she turned and lumbered back the way she had come. "Tell us what?" John asked Annie. "Yes, what?" said Jack, eager to hear. "She wants us to know that she didn't mean us any harm yesterday," said Annie. "She believes all living things have a right to exist. Because she's the last grizzly bear in Yosemite, she's moving on. She's going to find a place where she's not around people, so she won't scare them anymore, a place where she can be her true self and be—"

杰克的心怦怦直跳。 借着火光，他把铅笔按在那张白纸上。 铅笔开始移动。 杰克很快就画出了熊的轮廓。 然后他画了一簇簇毛茸茸的毛，大爪子和爪子。 他把熊的鼻子和耳朵涂黑。 当他完成他的素描时，杰克不再害怕灰熊了。 熊很漂亮，就像约翰说的那样。 灰熊生气地摇了摇她的大头。 她凝视着安妮，盯着她看。 “好吧，我会告诉他们的，”安妮对熊说。 熊又怒吼起来。然后她转过身来，笨重地往回走。 “告诉我们什么？”约翰问安妮。 “是的，什么？”杰克急切地想听。 “她想让我们知道，她昨天并没有想伤害我们，”安妮说。 她相信所有生物都有生存的权利。 因为她是优胜美地最后一只灰熊，她要离开了。 她会找到一个没有人的地方，这样她就不会再吓到别人了，在那里她可以做真实的自己，然后——”

"Wait, wait, wait, stop," said Jack. "With other grizzly bears," finished Annie. "She didn't say all that!" said Jack. Annie grinned. "Trust me," she said. John of the Mountains laughed. "I trust you, Annie," he said. "And the bear." Then he looked around. "Friends, it's nearly dark. I think you'd better return to the hotel with me." "Oh, wow! I hear her!" said Annie, jumping up. She stared at the forest. "I hear her calling us!" "Who? The bear?" said Jack. "No! Morgan! Our teacher! She's here! I just heard her call out our names—from beyond the trees!" Annie shouted at the woods. "Hold on, Morgan! We're coming! Stay there!" "Oh, right," said Jack. He jumped up. "Our ride home is here! Calling to us from beyond the trees!" "I didn't hear anyone," said John. "Really?" said Annie. "Yes, but to be honest, I don't hear people as well as I hear nature," said John. "I will wait here by the fire awhile. If you don't soon find your teacher, promise me you will come right back." "We will! Thank you!" said Jack. "Thank you

“等等，等等，等等，停下，”杰克说。 “和其他灰熊在一起。”安妮说完。 “她没那么说！”杰克说。 安妮咧嘴一笑。“相信我，”她说。 山里的约翰笑了。 “我相信你，安妮，”他说。 “还有那只熊。”然后他环顾四周。 “朋友们，天快黑了。 我想你最好和我一起回旅馆去。” “哦,哇!我听到了！”安妮说着跳了起来。 她凝视着森林。“我听见她在叫我们！”“谁? 熊？”杰克说。“不!摩根!我们的老师!她在这里!我刚才听见她在树林那边喊我们的名字！”安妮对着树林大喊。 “坚持住，摩根！”我们来了!呆在那儿!”“哦，对了，”杰克说。 他跳了起来。“我们回家的车在这儿！”在树林那边呼唤我们！”“我没听到任何人的声音，”约翰说。 “真的吗？”安妮说。“是的，但说实话，我听人说话不如听大自然说话，”约翰说。 “我在火边等一会儿。 如果你不能很快找到你的老师，答应我马上回来。” “我们将!谢谢你！”杰克说。 “谢谢你

for everything! For bringing us back here and for a great camping trip." "We'll never forget you, John!" said Annie. "Please take our sketchbooks as a gift. And say good-bye to President Teddy for us!" Jack and Annie handed their sketchbooks to John of the Mountains. "Thank you, friends. I will treasure these," he said. "Have a good trip home." "You too, John. Bye!" said Annie. Then she called toward the giant trees, "Coming, Morgan!" She grabbed Jack's hand and pulled him deeper into the forest. "There!" said Jack. He and Annie ran to the rope ladder hanging on the other side of the giant tree. Annie started up. Jack followed. They climbed through the dark step by step…step by step…until finally they reached the top of the sequoia. By the time they slipped inside the tree house, the sky was filled with stars. The leaves of all the big trees were shaking. Far below they could barely see the glow of John's campfire. "Good-bye, John of the Mountains. Good-bye, California," Annie said softly. "Good-bye, President Teddy and mules and last grizzly bear

所做的一切!谢谢你把我们带回来，让我们有了一次很棒的露营之旅。” “我们永远不会忘记你的，约翰！”安妮说。 “请把我们的速写本作为礼物。 替我们向泰迪总统告别！”杰克和安妮把他们的速写本递给山里的约翰。 “谢谢你们，朋友们。我会珍惜这些，”他说。 “回家一路顺风。”“你也是，约翰。 再见！”安妮说。然后她对着大树喊道：“来了，摩根！”她抓住杰克的手，把他拉进森林深处。 “那里！”杰克说。他和安妮跑向挂在大树另一边的绳梯。 安妮吓了一跳。杰克跟着。 他们在黑暗中一步一步地爬，直到最后到达了红杉树的顶端。 当他们溜进树屋时，天空布满了星星。 所有大树的叶子都在颤抖。 在下面很远的地方，他们几乎看不到约翰营火的火光。 “再见了，山里的约翰。 再见，加州。”安妮轻声说。 再见了，泰迪总统，骡子和最后一只灰熊

and—" While Annie kept saying her good-byes, Jack started to hear a humming sound. The sound seemed to be coming from the windblown trees. "Annie, listen," said Jack. "Good-bye, Douglas squirrel, Alpine butterfly," said Annie, "waterfall and stars—" "Annie, listen!" said Jack. Annie stopped talking and listened to the rustling leaves of the giant trees. More and more sounds filled the evening air… the strange, whirring voices of all the living things of Yosemite. The wind stirred the voices together, blending them into one timeless, wordless song. The song grew louder and louder, until it was nearly deafening. Then suddenly it softened, died down, and stopped. "What—what was that?" Jack said with wonder. He'd never heard anything like it. "Nature's song," said Annie. "The song that John hears." "Oh. Whoa," breathed Jack. After a long moment of silence, Annie sighed. "Time to go," she said.

当安妮不停地说再见时，杰克开始听到一阵嗡嗡声。 那声音似乎是从被风吹动的树上传来的。 “安妮，听着，”杰克说。 “再见，道格拉斯松鼠，高山蝴蝶，”安妮说，“瀑布和星星——”“安妮，听着！” 安妮停止了说话，倾听着大树树叶的沙沙声。 傍晚的空气中充满了越来越多的声音……约塞米蒂所有生物发出的奇怪的嗡嗡声。 风把这些声音搅在一起，融合成一首永恒的、无言的歌。 歌声越来越响，几乎震耳欲聋。 突然，声音变软了，减弱了，停了下来。 “那是什么？”杰克惊奇地说。 他从来没有听到过这样的声音。 “大自然的歌声，”安妮说。 “约翰听到的那首歌。” “哦。哇，”杰克喘着气说。 沉默了很久之后，安妮叹了口气。 “该走了，”她说。