求《通向阴雨山的道路》（the way to rainy mountain）的英文原版,pdf最佳,邮箱lbwbswq@

求《通向阴雨山的道路》（the way to rainy mountain）的英文原版,pdf最佳,邮箱lbwbswq@163.com

The Way to Rainy Mountain A single Knoll rises out of the plain in Oklahoma, north and west o the WIchita Range. For my people , the Kiowas ,it is an old landmark,and they gave it the name Rainy Mountain. The hardest weather in the world is there . Winter brings blizzards, hot tornadic winds arise in the spring,and in summer the prairie is an anvil's edge. The grass turns brittle and brown,and it cracks beneath your feet. There are green belts along the rivers and crees, linear groves of hickory and pecan, wilow and witch hazel. At a distance in July or August the steaming foliage seems almost to writhe in fire. Great green-and-yellow grasshoppers are everywhere in the tall grass, popping up like corn to sting the flesh,and tortoises crawl about on the red earth, going nowhere in the plenty of time. Loneliness is an aspect of the land. All things in the plain are isolate; ther is no confusion of objects in the eye, but one hill or one tree or one man. To look upon that landsdcape in the early morning , with the sun at your back,is to lose the sense of proportion. Your imagination comes to life,and this , you think , is where Creatiion was begun. I retuned to Rainy Mountain in July. My grandmother had died in the spring, and I wanted to be at her grave. She had lived to be very old and at last infirm. Her only lliving daughter was with her when she died, and I was told that in death her face was that of a child. I like to think of her as a child . When she was born, the Kiowas were living that last great moment of their history. For more than a hunderd years they had cntrolled the openrangefrom the Smoky Hill River to the Red , from the headwaters o fthe
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