Ch3-Coal Cart Blues

CHAPTER THREE Coal Cart Blues. The streetcar turned onto a crowded, busy street. Lively music blared from restaurants and dance halls. "We're in the French Quarter now, and you're the next stop," the conductor said to Jack and Annie. "Head down St. Peter Street toward the Mississippi River. You'll run right into Jackson Square."

第三章煤车的忧郁。 有轨电车拐进了一条拥挤繁忙的街道。 餐馆和舞厅里传出欢快的音乐。 “我们现在到了法国区，你们是下一站，”售票员对杰克和安妮说。 沿着圣彼得街往密西西比河方向走。 你会直接跑到杰克逊广场。”

"Thanks!" Jack put the research book back in his bag. Annie tucked the trumpet under her arm. When the streetcar came to a stop, they hopped off. "Good luck playing that horn, missy!" said the conductor. "Thanks, I'll need it!" said Annie.

“谢谢!”杰克把研究书放回书包里。 安妮把小号夹在腋下。 电车停了下来，他们跳了下来。 “祝你吹号好运，小姐！”售票员说。 “谢谢，我需要它！”安妮说。

As the streetcar pulled away, Jack and Annie looked around. "Hey, this is Bourbon Street," said Annie, pointing to a street sign. "Isn't that the street with the haunted blacksmith shop?" "Don't think about that," said Jack. "Let's head down St. Peter." Jack and Annie left Bourbon Street and started down St. Peter Street. They passed tall, narrow houses painted pale green, yellow, and pink. Vines grew up walls and twined around iron balconies. Alleys led to courtyards with trickling fountains. "I like the buildings in New Orleans," said Annie. "Yeah, and it smells good, too," said Jack.

电车开走了，杰克和安妮环顾四周。 “嘿，这是波旁街，”安妮指着一个路牌说。 “那条街不是闹鬼的铁匠铺吗？”“别想那个，”杰克说。 “我们往圣彼得下去吧。” 杰克和安妮离开波旁街，沿着圣街走。 彼得大街。他们经过又高又窄的房子，房子被漆成淡绿色、黄色和粉红色。 藤蔓长在墙上，缠绕在铁阳台上。 小巷通向院子，院子里有汩汩的喷泉。 “我喜欢新奥尔良的建筑，”安妮说。 “是啊，而且闻起来也很香。”杰克说。

Delicious food smells filled the air. From a mule-drawn cart, an old woman cried out, "Waffles! Get your waffles here! Yes sir, fresh, hot waffles!" Jack was getting hungry. Outside a restaurant was a sign that read: Special! Dinner 10 cents. "Gosh, things are cheap in 1915," said Jack. "Too bad we don't even have a dime." "Yeah," said Annie. "Oh, look!" She pointed to a grand cathedral with soaring spires. "A cathedral! That must be the place with the ghost of the Spanish priest." "Why do you like ghosts so much?" said Jack.

空气中充满了美味的食物气味。 一位老妇人从一辆骡子拉的马车上喊道：“华夫饼！把你的华夫饼拿过来！是的，先生，新鲜的热华夫饼！”杰克饿了。 一家餐馆外面有一块牌子，上面写着：特供！晚餐10美分。 “天哪，1915年的东西太便宜了，”杰克说。 “真可惜我们一毛钱都没有。” “是的，”安妮说。“哦,你看!”她指着一座尖顶高耸的大教堂。 “一个大教堂!那一定是那个西班牙牧师的鬼魂出没的地方。” “你为什么这么喜欢鬼？”杰克说。

"I don't like ghosts so much," said Annie. "Well, you keep talking about them," said Jack. "I'm just pointing things out," said Annie. "You're the one who brought up ghosts in the first place." "Well, let's forget them," said Jack. He didn't like ghosts. He didn't even like thinking about them. Soon Jack and Annie came to a huge green park with an iron fence around it. A sign at the entrance read: JACKSON SQUARE. "We found it!" said Jack. Outside the iron fence, in the hot afternoon sunlight, small bands of barefoot kids were

“我不太喜欢鬼，”安妮说。 “好吧，你继续说他们，”杰克说。 “我只是指出一些事情，”安妮说。 “是你首先提出鬼魂的。” “好吧，让我们忘记他们。”杰克说。 他不喜欢鬼。他甚至不喜欢去想他们。 不久，杰克和安妮来到了一个巨大的绿色公园，周围有铁栅栏。 入口处的牌子上写着：杰克逊广场。 “我们找到了！”杰克说。铁栅栏外，在午后炎热的阳光下，一群群赤脚的孩子在玩耍

playing music. Some strummed banjos. Others played harmonicas or long tin horns. Three boys sang in harmony. A couple of the smallest kids passed around hats, collecting money for the different bands. "Where's Louis Armstrong?" Annie asked Jack. "No one here looks like the picture in our book." "Of course not," said Jack. "The picture shows him as a grown-up. He wouldn't look the same when he's fourteen." "I'll ask," said Annie. She went up to a small girl passing a hat. "Excuse me, is there a musician here named Louis Armstrong?" "Louis Armstrong? You mean Dipper?" asked the girl.

播放音乐。有些人弹班卓琴。 其他人吹口琴或长锡号。 三个男孩和谐地唱歌。 几个最小的孩子传帽子，为不同的乐队募捐。 “路易斯·阿姆斯特朗在哪儿？”安妮问杰克。 “这里没有人长得像我们书上的照片。” “当然不是，”杰克说。 这张照片显示的是他长大成人后的样子。 他十四岁的时候就不一样了。” “我会问的，”安妮说。她走向一个递给她帽子的小女孩。 “请问，这里有一个叫路易斯·阿姆斯特朗的音乐家吗？”“路易斯·阿姆斯特朗? 你是说迪珀吗？”女孩问。