What are the thrilling journeys?

186 1 In the early summer, the American Civil War started, artillery fire spread to the Mississippi River, all ships were forced to stop sailing, and Mark Twain lost his job.

"Do you support the North or the South?" Mark Twain, like many people in his hometown, didn't know what to do. He is against war. Some of his friends joined the northern army, others joined the southern army. They are killing each other, and he feels pain for it. He went home.

One day, Mark Twain walked around the room, thinking about what he should do. Someone knocked at the door. Twain's mother carefully opened the door a crack, carefully looked at the person outside the door, and then let him in.

The bearer was Twain's childhood companion. He leaned in Twain's ear and said something assiduously. Twain nodded slightly. Later, Twain ate dinner at home, said hello to his mother and went out.

In the evening, Mark Twain and 14 young people gathered in a secret place in the town to form a small army and vowed to fight the invading enemy to the end.

Mob: refers to a group of people who have no organization and discipline. Under the cover of darkness, I set out and walked all night. Finally, I came to a camp belonging to the southern army. All the people there are like Twain's army, some young people in villages and towns. When we arrived, everyone was exhausted (pí) and exhausted (bí i). As soon as they sat down, they began to eat and settled down here.

At first, they borrowed some horses and mules from local farmers to practice riding. They had a good time. Then one day, several farmers came to report that the enemy was advancing here. As soon as the news came out, the team was as lively as a frying pan.

"Run, we can't beat them." Someone shouted in horror.

"Where should we retreat? God, we must be finished. " Many people in the team don't know what to do.

Twain said loudly, "Guys, be quiet. We haven't got accurate information yet. We don't need to retreat immediately. Don't panic. "

"You stay and die, but I'm leaving." Several people in the queue shouted (rānɡ) to leave (chè), "Leave early, it will be too late."

So, the team began to retreat, and a group of people ran in a flurry. As a result, they lost all their guns and ammunition and borrowed horses and mules. They came to a farm, stopped to have a rest, and when they heard that the enemy was coming, they immediately started to run, ran into the Woods, huddled under the trees, and spent a stormy night.

The next day, they didn't know it was a false alarm, but they were still afraid. As soon as they heard of the enemy, they ran to retreat every few days, so tired that everyone screamed. Finally, they decided not to go, just wanted to sleep comfortably, so they found a fenced farmhouse and stayed for the time being.

But at night, no one could sleep well, and no one slept a wink. Suddenly, there was a dull sound of hooves in the distance, and everyone rushed to the fence to look out, searching for people in the dim moonlight.

A rider appeared on the road ahead. "The enemy is coming!" "Some people said nervously that boys who had never fought treated him like a large group of people and fired with trembling guns." Bang, bang ... "Six shots were fired and the rider fell on his horse and died.

Everyone is ready to keep shooting, but there is not a large crowd. It was a long time before they became cautious: what used to be described as serious and pious is now used to describe them as very cautious and dare not neglect. Slowly walked out of the fence and came to the man and found that he was not wearing a military uniform or carrying weapons. He is not an enemy, just a stranger passing by!

Among the six shots, there is also a shot of Mark Twain. He bent down and stroked the dead man's cold forehead, hoping that he could not bring him back to life.

"Every night, when I think of him, my heart hurts. It's cruel to kill innocent people. This incident seems to be the epitome of war. All wars are like this. People you don't know kill each other, not because they have any hatred for each other. " Many years later, Mark Twain still can't forget it, and he can't get rid of the feeling of crime.

Mark Twain is no longer willing to fight this absurd war. He went home with some friends.

When he got home, Twain got surprising good news. Thanks to the help of a friend, his brother Olin will become the CEO of another state, and he intends to make Twain his private secretary. "Would you like to go? It's very hard there. " My brother asked Twain for advice.

"As long as I don't fight, I can go anywhere!" Mark Twain replied happily.

186 1 In August, Mark Twain and his brothers set out in an old carriage with six horses. They kept on going day and night.

Everyone in the carriage became nervous when the carriage passed the desolate Indian area in the western United States. Mark Twain sat on many mail bags, with a pistol pinned to his waist, and always looked behind the carriage.

One night, a postman passed by the carriage on a fast horse, and suddenly a gunshot broke the silence around him. The postman was hit by a bullet that came from nowhere. He held back the pain and ran away like a gust of wind.

Everyone panicked. The coachman comforted them and said, "nothing, guys, the road ahead is terrible." I'm full, but I'd rather starve there, because the Indians hit me with bullet holes and everything I ate fell out. " Then he laughed.

The next day, the carriage entered the mountain forest. At night, it was dark around, only the roar of the wind and the sound of rain hitting the roof. Mark Twain closed the window, put the pistol beside him, and lay on the mail bag trying to sleep. Suddenly, there was a sadness in the night sky: sadness and misery. Shout:

"Help! Help! "

Then there were two gunshots and the sound of hitting people with sticks. Twain was about to open the window to see the situation. The carriage drove for a while and soon left the accident site.

During the day, Twain realized that a carriage was driving in front of them and was ambushed by evil (D \u I) behavior. The coachman was killed alive, without a pistol, and everything in the carriage was looted.

"Who are those gangsters?" Twain asked.

"Hey, nine times out of ten, Slade's gang did it," said the driver in Twain's car. "They have killed more than twenty people. If you sneeze in the wrong place and offend Slade, your life is worse than a broken horseshoe. Sometimes Slade hates people laughing, so this person won't have a second chance to laugh because he is dead. "

When the word "Slade" was said, the driver's voice was as light as a whisper, for fear that others would hear it. Slade is the most terrible man in the west.

The carriage walked for eight days in a row and stopped at a small station on the mountain. Passengers get off for dinner. The restaurant is full of savage-looking men with guys pinned to their waists. Mark Twain came to a friendly stranger and sat down. This man speaks politely, and Twain feels safer sitting next to him. This meal was very comfortable, especially after drinking the rare coffee these days. Twain finished it in a few mouthfuls.

The friendly-looking stranger was also drinking coffee when a strong man who looked like a demon came to pay his respects: "I'll get you some more coffee, Mr. Slade."

"No," said the man sitting next to Twain politely. "There are still some in the pot."

Twain was shocked at once. It turns out that he is Slade who kills people without blinking an eye! I chewed a piece of bread in my mouth a few times and now it has stopped there.

"Young man, coffee smells good, doesn't it? Come on, I'll pour you some. " Slade turned his head to Twain and said politely.

"No, thank you, Sir. Thank you. Enjoy it. " Twain carefully refused. He was worried that the murderer Wang might not have killed anyone this morning.

Slade tried to give Twain coffee many times, but he just poured it into his own cup and Twain drank it.

Back in the car, Twain talked about the experience just now. The driver turned pale with fear and drove away quickly.

On a gentle slope, they met a group of immigrants, and both men and women were panting to climb. They have been walking like this for a month or two. There are also many dead mules (luó) and cattle bones on the roadside, and some new graves made of boards and stones, all left by former immigrants. Seeing such a scene, Mark Twain felt much more comfortable sitting in the carriage.

At the mouth of a canyon, Twain saw an army of 60 people who had just returned from the battlefield. The day before, they had a little conflict with 400 Indians. The Indians disappeared in the mountains, and now they are probably still hiding in this area, and they may attack the passing white cars at any time.

The journey is full of hardships and dangers, but it also has rare fun. Sometimes, just before dinner, the driver will park his car in a hidden place, shoot a rabbit crossing the road with a gun, and then light a bonfire on the roadside. The roast rabbit tastes delicious, and Twain thinks it is the most delicious food he has ever eaten since he was a child. It's also great to go camping after a picnic. Twain can stretch his limbs, lie on the ground for an hour or two, look at the stars in the sky, enjoy the warmth of the bonfire, then climb into the car and have a good sleep.

After 20 days' trekking and crossing numerous mountains and plains, Mark Twain and his brother O 'Ryan finally reached their destination.

The place where the two brothers came was a small town in the west, where there was a gold rush. Everyone wants to dig silver mines in the fields and make a fortune. When Mark Twain came, he was also influenced by this atmosphere and was eager to make a fortune at once.

1861/kloc-0 In February, 2008, He, two young people and a 60-year-old team formed an exploration team, bought a carriage, loaded it with food and tools, and went to a place far from the town for prospecting. Four people trudged through the ice and snow, and it took them half a month to reach their destination.

They climbed mountains and mountains, explored carefully under the guidance of an old blacksmith (jiànɡ), learned to identify silver mines, and blasted hard rock layers with explosives. A few weeks later, although several veins were found, because the ore was buried deeply, only four people could do nothing, and the food they brought with them was almost finished, so they had to throw a lot of ore in the temporary shed and go home.

When the flood broke out, Mark Twain, Balu and a miner rode back to a small town. They quickly hid in a two-story wooden house in a post station by the river. There were already about 30 people in the house.

Surrounded by Wang Yang, the high-lying post became an island, and they were besieged by the flood for eight days and nights. Dozens of people in the room are too crowded to move. People are often noisy, and the air is full of all kinds of unpleasant smells. Mark Twain found life really difficult. When the flood subsided a little, he, Balu and the miners couldn't wait to leave the cabin and ride on horseback.

Unfortunately, it snowed heavily, so three people got lost and wandered around all day. They went back to the post station that escaped the flood and saw many wagons wading across the river. So Mark Twain and they decided to walk behind the fart coach.

In the evening, there was another heavy snow, which buried the tracks of the carriage in front and the carriage was gone. They became dejected and despondent and decided to sleep all night. They planned to build a bonfire to keep warm and let the horses have a rest. Balu had four matches. He lit one and put out the other, but all the matches were lit and the bonfire was not lit. "I want some." At this moment, Twain cried anxiously. As a result, his hand was released and the reins (jiānɡ) fell to the ground. The horse slipped away and disappeared.

They have nowhere to live in this desolate wilderness (q: and), and they are facing despair. The three of them are exhausted (Jie). As soon as they fall in the snow, they will easily go from coma to eternal sleep (mián). Mark Twain has heard this terrible scene described many times. He tried his best to keep his head clear and try his best not to let others sleep. However, their footsteps are getting heavier and heavier. The miners fell, Balu fell, and the snow covered them layer by layer. Finally, Twain couldn't hold on and slowly fell into the snow.

A few hours later, Mark Twain was awakened by shouts. It turned out that these three people were not completely frozen (jiānɡ). Balu woke up first and woke them up. Balu is covered with snow, like a white pillow. He pointed to the front and said pathetically:

"Do me a favor and kick me from behind!" He really can't walk

More than ten meters away, a wooden house of a post station stands tall in the morning light of dawn. I thought I was going to die, but I didn't expect a warm shelter in front of me. Even their runaway wild horses stood in the barn as if they knew they were coming.

Mark Twain tried to find a silver mine and make a fortune, but after more than a year of struggle, he was still empty-handed. The money he brought from home has been spent. Later, he had to work as a coolie in the mine, working from morning till night, earning only 10 yuan a week.

"It's good to get rich, of course, but am I that piece of material? Thousands of people dream of making money here, but less than 50 people really succeed. Forget it. " Mark Twain lost interest in mining. He remembered his hometown and the happy days in the past. Suddenly, he had an idea. In the past, he wrote several articles for Enterprise magazine and published them. "Let's go to the newspaper and do our old job!" He made up his mind.

So, he wrote a letter to his brother, asking him to tell the editor of Enterprise that he was willing to write a manuscript for them, and he could get 10 yuan in a week to solve the urgent need.

A few days later, the company wrote back, saying that a reporter from the newspaper was going to visit relatives and would leave for three months. He asked Mark Twain if he would accept his job in Virginia City with a weekly salary of 25 yuan. Twain was very happy and felt that he was on the right track. He had a hard time finding the silver mine and found nothing, but he was allowed to enter the newspaper after a try. He accepted the job at once and went to Virginia City.

Mark Twain wrote some words "biānbì": a metaphor for finding or pointing out mistakes. In the article, the pen pointed at all kinds of swindlers and exposed their ugly faces, which had a growing influence on readers.

In order to attract readers, Mark Twain also wrote some jokes and anecdotes. In a humorous sketch, he drew up a ridiculous "passenger notice" for the hotel, stipulating that every passenger must take off his shoes before going to bed; If passengers have it, they can also rent it cheaply to nightmares. Such articles by Mark Twain are also very popular.

Mark Twain is a serious and responsible journalist, and he did a good job. The newspaper raised his salary (X and N) to 40 yuan per week. He became a prestigious figure in the town, and the officials respected him all the more. The mine owner tried his best to make friends with him and send stocks. He was busy all day.

Two years passed in a hurry.1In April, 864, the newspaper owner went out on vacation and asked Mark Twain to act as the editor-in-chief during this period. One of the tasks of the chief editor is to write editorials. Mark Twain is not interested in this, and he has nothing to write about. So he used the old method to attack this old rival who often fought with each other in his editorial, and Laird, the owner of another newspaper, retaliated by saying that Mark Twain was a liar.

According to the popular custom at that time, after being attacked and insulted, a person should put forward a duel to save his dignity. Mark Twain didn't want to fight, saying that it was not worth playing with his life. However, two young editors (jí) of the newspaper insisted on a duel. One of them wrote to Gerald in the name of Mark Twain, proposing a duel. Gerrard was originally a famous excellent shooter in a small town, and he didn't want to play, but the challenge was issued and he reluctantly agreed to play.

This can fool Mark Twain. You know, his marksmanship is so bad (zāo) that he is no match for Steven Gerrard.

It's time for a duel. At 4 o'clock in the morning, Mark Twain's assistant Steve took him to an empty canyon, patiently taught him how to use a revolver and told him to aim at the opponent's calf. He said:

"Don't kill him, maim him and let his mother take care of him. Then you will win. "

Twain was holding a pistol, his body trembled involuntarily (dǒu), and his heart was beating violently. He practiced marksmanship at the gate of a warehouse more than 20 meters away, but he could only hit the hillside and could not hit the gate. At this time, Gerald was also filming in the canyon (b m:).

"If you can't even hit the gate, how can you fight?" Steve was a little worried and said to Twain, "Look at me. It should be played like this. "

Steve raised his pistol, and with a bang, a titmouse fell in the distance. Mark Twain and he ran to pick up tits, and it happened that Gerald and his assistant ran out of the mountain.

"Who is this?" Gerald turned pale with fear when he saw that tit's head was beaten to powder. He immediately asked Steve.

"Mark Twain." Steve told a lie. He wants to overwhelm each other psychologically.

"Ah ... yes, how far is it?"

"Not far, about 30 meters."

"Turns out to be a dead shot! I thought he couldn't hit the house. " Laird said.

At this moment, Laird's assistant came up to him and whispered, "Never duel with such a person. Isn't this equal to suicide? "

"Goodbye." Gerald and his assistant turned away and refused to fight Mark Twain.

According to the new law, the person who puts forward a duel will be arrested and imprisoned, so Mark Twain and Steve boarded the bus the next morning and fled the town.

Mark Twain and Steve fled to San Francisco and stayed in a hotel. They are inseparable and close as brothers. In order to make a living, Twain found a newspaper as a reporter.

One night, Steve got into a fight with someone (not you) and seriously hurt the bar owner. He was immediately arrested for attempted murder. Mark Twain vouched for his friend at the police station. But Steve escaped after parole. Without appearing in court, the police investigated the legal responsibility of the guarantor Mark Twain, so he was forced to flee from San Francisco.

Steve's brother Zhan (zhān) and James (mD) are old gold diggers. He built a wooden house deep in the forest. He heard that he always likes to make trouble: cause trouble or disputes. Mark Twain was implicated by his younger brother and had nowhere to go. He was invited to hide in the wooden house for a while many times, but Mark Twain had to agree.

1865 In April, when the Civil War ended, Mark Twain left the depths of the forest and returned to San Francisco. By this time, Steve's case had been properly mediated, and Mark Twain was no longer in trouble.

At the beginning of the second year, Mark Twain was hired as a special correspondent by a newspaper to cover the Hawaiian Islands (yí) in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. He was asked to write four newsletters every month, and the reward for each newsletter was 20 yuan. He visited there for more than four months, enjoying the beautiful natural scenery and seeing the world's largest active volcano erupting lava.