7. The Statue's Face

THE STATUE'S FACE 7 The huge, towering man did not move. Neither did the crow. Fog swirled around them. Very slowly, Sam inched forward. The hall monitor sash tugged at Lucy and Antonio to follow him. There was a gust of cool wind and the fog cleared. They saw, then, that it was not a man. Not really. "It's just a statue!" Lucy exclaimed. Antonio breathed a sigh of relief. "We were worried over a big hunk of stone!"

雕像的脸这个高大的人没有动。 乌鸦也不知道。雾在他们周围旋转。 萨姆慢慢地向前挪动。 大厅的班长拉着露西和安东尼奥跟他走。 一阵凉风吹来，雾散了。 然后，他们看到那不是一个人。 不是真的。“那只是一座雕像！”露西喊道。 安东尼奥松了一口气。 “我们担心的是一大块石头！”

The statue was cracked and chipped. Large black insects crawled in and out of it. Green moss covered much of the statue, including its face. The statue stood atop a stone base covered in vines. "The soccer ball!" Antonio said, pointing. The ball rested against the base of the statue. "Hey, we found it!" Lucy said. Antonio scooped it up and wiped mud off of it. Sam barely heard his friends. He was too busy staring at the statue. He wondered who the man was... SQUAWK! SQUAWK! The crow flapped its wings and flew into the fog. Sam untied the sash and threw it over his shoulder. "Can you two help me up?" he said. "I want to peel away that slimy green gunk, so we can see the statue's face."

雕像裂开了。 又大又黑的昆虫爬进爬出。 绿苔覆盖了雕像的大部分，包括它的脸。 雕像立在长满藤蔓的石基上。 “足球！”安东尼奥指着说。 球靠在雕像的底座上。 “嘿，我们找到了！”露西说。 安东尼奥把它捞起来，擦去上面的泥。 萨姆几乎没有听到他朋友的声音。 他只顾盯着雕像看。 他想知道这个人是谁…… 诉苦!诉苦!乌鸦扇动翅膀，飞进雾中。 萨姆解开腰带，把它甩在肩上。 “你们俩能扶我起来吗？”他说。 “我想剥掉那黏糊糊的绿色污垢，这样我们就能看到雕像的脸了。”

Moments later, Lucy stood on Antonio's shoulders. And Sam was climbing up Lucy's back. Antonio groaned. "You guys, how strong do you think I am?" "Pretty strong!" Sam said with a grin. "Just hold still for one more second." Antonio stumbled a bit, but Lucy held tight to Sam's ankles. Sam grabbed on to the top of the statue. They were steady, now. Sam's fingers clutched the moss. Slowly, he began pulling it off the statue's face.

过了一会儿，露茜站在安东尼奥的肩膀上。 萨姆爬上了露西的背。 安东尼奥呻吟着。“伙计们，你们觉得我有多强壮？”“很强!”萨姆笑着说。 “再坚持一秒钟。” 安东尼奥绊了一下，但露西紧紧抓住山姆的脚踝。 萨姆抓住雕像的顶端。 他们现在很稳定了。萨姆的手指紧紧抓住苔藓。 慢慢地，他开始把它从雕像的脸上扯下来。

The moss was wet, and cold as ice. It smelled of mud and earth. As Sam peeled it away from the statue's mouth, he felt cold air rush at him. It was like something old and lifeless had just breathed on him. Sam gulped. He continued peeling away the moss. At last, a large bit came free. Sam saw a face staring back at him. He cried out, "The st-st-statue... it's a statue of Orson Eerie!"

苔藓是湿的，冷得像冰。 它散发着泥土和泥土的味道。 当山姆把它从雕像嘴里拿出来时，他感到一阵冷空气向他袭来。 就像有什么老旧的、没有生命的东西向他吹了一口气。 山姆一饮而尽。他继续剥苔藓。 最后，一个大家伙跑出来了。 萨姆看见一张脸正盯着他。 他大声叫道：“圣——圣——雕像…… 这是奥森·怪诞的雕像！”