6 Chapter 6 Dr. Livingston Fallows

Chapter 6 Dr. Livingston Fallows As night fell, Mr. Lambchop admitted that he could paddle no more. Stanley was too heavy. Their journey downriver was supposed to take only a few hours, but as far as Stanley could tell they were still a long way from their destination. As strange birds chirped and mysterious splashes occasionally erupted in the darkness around them, Stanley huddled in the bottom of the boat with Arthur. Their father squeezed in beside them. Exhausted, the Lambchop men fell asleep in a heap, their canoe adrift. The African river had defeated them. "Hallo!" Stanley was awakened by a voice. It was a man standing on the shore, wearing high boots, khaki pants, and a brown shirt. He had a British accent. "You there! Are you all right?" "Oh, thank goodness," Mr. Lambchop said under his breath. Stanley sunk his arms in the water at the back of the canoe and flicked his wrists up and down. The boat made its way slowly toward the shore.

第六章利文斯顿医生法洛斯夜幕降临时，兰彻普先生承认他再也划不动了。 斯坦利太重了。他们的顺流而下之旅本来只需要几个小时，但据斯坦利所知，他们离目的地还有很长的路要走。 周围的黑暗中不时传来奇怪的鸟鸣声和神秘的水花飞溅，斯坦利和阿瑟挤在船底。 他们的父亲挤到他们身边。 小羊羔排的人筋疲力尽，躺在地上睡着了，他们的独木舟漂流着。 非洲河打败了他们。 “喂!”斯坦利被一个声音吵醒了。 那是一个站在岸边的男人，穿着高筒靴、卡其裤和棕色衬衫。 他有英国口音。“你有!你没事吧?”“哦，谢天谢地，”兰切普低声说。 斯坦利把胳膊伸到独木舟后面的水里，手腕上下摆动。 小船慢慢地向岸边驶去。

"We are looking for an archaeological site!" called Mr. Lambchop. "Can you help us?" The man shaded his eyes. He walked several steps into the water and jumped back. "I say! Does that boy have a flat head?" he cried as the canoe lifted onto shore. "Hello," said Stanley, drying his hands on his pants. "I'm Stanley." The man's eyes bulged. Without another word, he turned and ran into the jungle. "Hey!" cried Arthur. "Come back!" "Perhaps he's going to get us a towel," said Mr. Lambchop. Stanley, Arthur, and Mr. Lambchop followed a well-worn path away from the water. Soon, they came to a clearing dotted with canvas tents. Out of the largest tent charged a very large man with a very large white mustache. Behind

“我们在找一个考古遗址!”兰切普先生喊道。 “你能帮助我们吗?”那人蒙上了眼罩。 他往水里走了几步，又跳了回来。 “我说!那个男孩的脑袋是平的吗?”当独木舟靠岸时，他喊道。 “你好，”斯坦利说，在裤子上擦干双手。 “我。”那人的眼睛鼓了起来。 他二话没说，转身跑进了丛林。 “嘿!”阿瑟叫道。“回来!”“也许他要给我们拿条毛巾来，”兰彻先生说。 斯坦利、阿瑟和兰彻先生沿着一条破旧的小路离开了水边。 很快，他们来到了一块空地，上面点缀着帆布帐篷。 从最大的一顶帐篷里走出来一个身材魁梧、留着大胡子的人。 后面

him shuffled the man from the shore, who appeared to be his assistant. The large man stopped short at the sight of Stanley. He held up his hand, and his assistant walked right into it with a slap. "I'll handle this," the man with the mustache boomed. Several people emerged from other tents, including a woman clutching a camera. They gathered around curiously. The man marched up to Stanley. Without a word of greeting, he pulled out a ruler and measured the thickness of Stanley's head. Then he carefully rapped him on the crown in four different spots, appearing to listen carefully each time. He gestured gruffly for Stanley to open his mouth. He peered inside. Finally, he tugged Stanley's ear. "Ouch," said Stanley.

他把那个似乎是他助手的人从岸上拖走。 那个大个子一看到斯坦利就停住了脚步。 他举起手，他的助手一巴掌打在他的手上。 “我来处理，”留胡子的男人大声说。 有几个人从其他帐篷里出来，包括一名拿着相机的妇女。 他们好奇地围在一起。 那人大步走向斯坦利。 他一句话也没说，就拿出一把尺子，量了量斯坦利头的厚度。 然后，他小心翼翼地在他的王冠上敲了四个不同的地方，每次都显得很仔细。 他粗暴地做了个手势，让斯坦利张开嘴。 他往里面看了看。最后，他拽了拽斯坦利的耳朵。 “哎哟，”斯坦利说。

"Harrumph," the man grumbled. He turned to his audience. "I hereby pronounce this scoundrel a fraud!" The woman with the camera snapped a picture. "I beg your pardon?" said Stanley's father. "Don't be fooled," the man said. "This boy is NOT a genuine, living, flat Homo sapiens." "I am, too," protested Stanley. "He totally is," agreed Arthur. "You should see him rolled up." Mr. Lambchop was red. "Who do you think you are?" he asked the man sharply. "I, sir, am Dr. Livingston Fallows, the world's greatest ologist!" "What's an ologist?" said Arthur. "It's everything," the man answered proudly. "Anthropologist, paleontologist, archaeologist, et cetera." "Well," said Mr. Lambchop, "my sons and I have traveled all the way from the United States of America in order to see a flat skull that has been discovered by real scientists in this area. And I think we'd prefer not to spend another moment with a fraud like you."

“哼!”那人嘟囔着。 他转向听众。 “我在此宣布这个恶棍是个骗子!”拿着相机的女人拍了一张照片。 “你说什么?”斯坦利的父亲说。 “别被骗了，”那人说。 “这个男孩不是一个真正的、活着的、扁平的智人。” “我也是，”斯坦利抗议道。 “他完全是。”阿瑟同意道。 “你应该看看他被卷起来的样子。” 兰切普先生是红色的。“你以为你是谁?”他严厉地问那个人。 “先生，我是利文斯顿·法洛斯博士，世界上最伟大的学家!”“什么是专家?”阿瑟问。 “这是一切，”男人自豪地回答。 “人类学家、古生物学家、考古学家等等。” “嗯，”兰彻先生说，“我和我的儿子们从美国一路赶来，就是为了看一个由真正的科学家在这个地区发现的扁平头骨。 我想我们最好不要再和你这样的骗子在一起了。”

The man huffed with indignity. He pointed an enormous finger in Mr. Lambchop's face. "You wouldn't say that if you saw the skull!" The crowd around them murmured. Stanley's heart skipped a beat. "You mean it's here?" he said. "The flat skull is here?" They had made it, at last. "Please, Dr. Fallows, sir." Stanley's voice was shaking. "May I see the skull?"

那人因受到侮辱而怒不可遏。 他用一个巨大的手指指着兰彻先生的脸。 “你要是看见那骷髅就不会这么说了!”他们周围的人群议论纷纷。 斯坦利的心跳了一下。 “你是说它在这儿?”他说。 “扁平的头骨在这儿?”他们终于成功了。 “请，法洛斯医生，先生。” 斯坦利的声音在颤抖。 “我可以看看头骨吗?”