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

　　No one knew who the dead stranger was， they could not even form a conjecture； the fragments of wreckage gave no clue to the matter.

　　No tidings reached Spain of the fate of the daughter and son-in-law. They did not arrive at their destination， and violent storms had raged during the past weeks. At last the verdict was given： Foundered at seaall lost. But in the fishermans cottage among the sand-hills near Huusby， there lived a little scion of the rich Spanish family.

　　Where Heaven sends food for two， a third can manage to find a meal， and in the depth of the sea there is many a dish of fish for the hungry.

　　They called the boy Jorgen.

　　It must certainly be a Jewish child， its skin is so dark， the people said.

　　It might be an Italian or a Spaniard， remarked the clergyman.

　　But to the fishermans wife these nations seemed all the same， and she consoled herself with the thought that the child was baptized as a Christian.

　　The boy throve； the noble blood in his veins was warm， and he became strong on his homely fare. He grew apace in the humble cottage， and the Danish dialect spoken by the West Jutes became his language. The pomegranate seed from Spain became a hardy plant on the coast of West Jutland. Thus may circumstances alter the course of a mans life！ To this home he clung with deep-rooted affection； he was to experience cold and hunger， and the misfortunes and hardships that surround the poor； but he also tasted of their joys.