安徒生童话：沙冈那边的一段故事_少儿英语故事

安徒生童话：沙冈那边的一段故事

　　Jorgen felt overcome by a holy， childlike feeling， like that which possessed him， when， as a boy， he stood in the splendid Spanish cathedral. But here the feeling was different， for he felt conscious of being one of the congregation.

　　After the sermon followed Holy Communion. He partook of the bread and wine， and it so happened that he knelt by the side of Miss Clara； but his thoughts were so fixed upon heaven and the Holy Sacrament that he did not notice his neighbour until he rose from his knees， and then he saw tears rolling down her cheeks.

　　She left Skagen and went to Norway two days later. He remained behind， and made himself useful on the farm and at the fishery. He went out fishing， and in those days fish were more plentiful and larger than they are now. The shoals of the mackerel glittered in the dark nights， and indicated where they were swimming； the gurnards snarled， and the crabs gave forth pitiful yells when they were chased， for fish are not so mute as people say.

　　Every Sunday Jorgen went to church； and when his eyes rested on the picture of the Virgin Mary over the altar as he sat there， they often glided away to the spot where they had knelt side by side.

　　Autumn came， and brought rain and snow with it； the water rose up right into the town of Skagen， the sand could not suck it all in， one had to wade through it or go by boat. The storms threw vessel after vessel on the fatal reefs； there were snow-storm and sand-storms； the sand flew up to the houses， blocking the entrances， so that people had to creep up through the chimneys； that was nothing at all remarkable here. It was pleasant and cheerful indoors， where peat fuel and fragments of wood from the wrecks blazed and crackled upon the hearth. Merchant Bronne read aloud， from an old chronicle， about Prince Hamlet of Denmark， who had come over from England， landed near Bovbjerg， and fought a battle； close by Ramme was his grave， only a few miles from the place where the eel-breeder lived； hundreds of barrow rose there from the heath， forming as it were an enormous churchyard. Merchant Bronne had himself been at Hamlets grave； they spoke about old times， and about their neighbours， the English and the Scotch， and Jorgen sang the air of The King of Englands Son， and of his splendid ship and its outfit.