Saint Ma Guo in Gulliver's Travels

I spent about five months with my wife and children. If only I knew what my good day was. When I left my poor wife, she was pregnant again. I accepted a well-paid invitation to become the captain of the merchant ship Adventure with a load of 350 tons. This is because I am very proficient in sailing; Besides, although I can be a doctor sometimes, I am tired of being a surgeon at sea, so I recruited a skilled young doctor, Robert Falfoy, to be a surgeon on board. We set sail from Portsmouth on August 7th, 1770; /kloc-On October 4th, I met Captain Pocock of Bristol on Tenerife Island (Tenerife Island is the largest of the Canary Islands 60 miles off the northwest coast of Africa), and he was going to Campiz Bay (Campiz Bay is the southwest part of the Gulf of Mexico on the southeast coast of North America) to cut sapwood. /kloc-a storm blew us away on 0/6. Only after this voyage did I hear that his ship sank, and no one was spared except a cabin attendant. He is sincere and an excellent sailor, but he is a bit stubborn, so he ruined himself like some other sailors. If he had listened to me, maybe he would have lived with his family as safely as I do now.

Several sailors on my ship died of fever, so I had to recruit new sailors in Barbados (Barbados is an island in the West Indies) and leeward islands (leeward islands is an island group in the West Indies, northwest of Barbados); The businessman who hired me once instructed me to make a short stay in these two places. But I soon began to regret it, because afterwards I found that most of these new sailors were pirates. There are fifty sailors on my ship, and my employer's order is that I will go to Nanyang to do business with Indians and try my best to open up some new business channels. These thugs I recruited threw the rest of my sailors into the sea, and together they plotted to seize the ship and imprison me. One morning, they did it, rushed into the cabin, tied my hands and feet, and threatened to throw me into the sea if I moved. I told them that I was their prisoner and I was willing to surrender. They forced me to swear to yield, then untied me and tied one of my legs to the bed with only one chain. At the same time, a whistle was set at the door of the hut so that he could load a bullet and shoot me if I tried to escape. They sent my food and drink to the cabin below and began to command everything on this ship by themselves. Their plan is to be pirates and rob the Spaniards, but they must wait until more people gather. They decided to sell the goods on the ship first, and then go to Madagascar to recruit novices, because after I was imprisoned, several of them were dead. They sailed for several weeks and did some business with the Indians, but I was kept in the cabin all the time. I don't know which route they took. They threatened to kill me many times. I thought I was dead.

17 1 1 On May 9, 2008, a man named james will Qi came to the cabin and claimed that he had been ordered by the captain to let me go ashore. I appealed to him, but there was no result; He won't tell me who their new captain is. They asked me to put on my best clothes, actually new clothes, and let me bring a pack of underwear, but I was not allowed to bring any weapons except broadsword; In this way, they forced me to board a long junk. But they were polite and didn't search my pockets; There is all my money and other daily necessities in that pocket. They rowed for about a mile, and then they threw me into a shoal. I begged them to tell me what country it was, but they swore together that they didn't know this place was like me, only that it was the captain's idea (as they called him). As long as the goods on the ship are sold out, they will kick me off the ship as soon as they see land. They rowed back at once, but advised me to go away quickly, or the tide would engulf me. In this way, they said goodbye to me.

I walked forward on this deserted island and set foot on solid land without crossing Tuo. I sat down on a bank to rest and think about what I'd better do. When I recovered a little, I stepped into this country and decided to surrender as soon as I met any savage, bribing them with toys such as bracelets and glass rings to spare my life. Sailors always take these things with them on such a voyage, but I also take some. The land here is separated by rows of trees; Trees are not planted artificially, but naturally grow there without any regularity. Weeds are everywhere, and there are some oat fields. I walked carefully, afraid of being suddenly attacked, or suddenly an arrow came from behind or from both sides and killed me. I walked on a trampled road and saw many people's footprints and some hoof prints on it, but most of them were hoof prints. Finally, I found several animals in a field, one or two of which were sitting in a tree. Their shapes are very strange and ugly. This made me feel a little uneasy, so I lay behind a bush and observed them carefully. Some of them went straight ahead and came to the place where I was lying, which gave me a chance to see them clearly. Their heads and breasts are covered with a thick layer of curly or straight hair. They have goat-like beards and long hair on their backs and in front of their legs and feet, but the rest of their bodies are bare, so I can see their light brown skin. They have no tail, and their hips have no hair except around their anus. I think that's because they have to sit on the ground and let them grow some hair there to protect their anus. They often use this sitting posture, sometimes lying down and often standing on their hind legs. They climbed up the village as quickly as monkeys, because their front and rear feet had claws as sharp as hooks. They often jump around very dexterously. Females are not as big as males, with long straight hair on their heads and only a layer of fine hair around their anus and genitals. The breast hangs between the two front legs and almost always touches the ground when walking. Both male and female animals have brown hair. Red, black, yellow and other different colors, in short, it is the first time I have seen such an uncomfortable animal on my previous trip, because no animal has ever made me feel so disgusting by nature. I think I've seen enough, and my heart is full of contempt and disgust, so I got up and walked to the original sidewalk, hoping to finally find an Indian hut along this road. I didn't go far when I met an animal. It really blocked the road and kept coming towards me. As soon as that ugly guy saw me, he made all kinds of faces and stared at me as if he had never seen anything. Then it gets closer and closer to me. I don't know whether it was out of curiosity or trying to hurt me, but it raised its front paws. I pulled out my broadsword and hit it with the back of my knife. I dare not hit it with the blade, for fear that the local residents will be angered if they know that I hacked to death or injured their livestock. After the blow, the beast retreated and roared; At once, at least forty such monsters came running from the neighboring fields and surrounded me in the middle. They howled and made faces. I ran under the trunk of a tree, leaned against it and waved a big knife to keep them away from my body. Some damn animals grabbed the branch behind me and ran to the tree, from where they began to shit on my head. I clung to the trunk and managed to hide, but I was almost suffocated by the stench of feces falling from all around.

At this critical moment, I saw these animals suddenly run away quickly, so I got up the courage to leave the tree and continued on my way, thinking, what would scare them like this? I looked to the left, but I saw a horse walking slowly in the field; It turns out that those who abused me saw it before me, so they all ran away. When the horse approached me, it was a little surprised at first, but it calmed down immediately. He looked at me with a big grin, obviously surprised. It looked at my hand, then at my foot, and turned around me several times. I want to continue my way, but it stands in my way, but it looks gentle and doesn't mean to be forced at all. We stood there staring at each other for a while, and finally I got up the courage to pose as a professional jockey taming a wild horse, whistling and reaching out to touch its neck. But this animal seems to disdain my kindness. He shook his head and frowned, gently lifted his right front hoof and pushed my hand away. Then it brayed three or four times, but each time the tone was different, and I couldn't help thinking that it was talking to itself in its own language.

Just when I was so deadlocked with it, another horse came along. He politely walked up to the first horse, touched his right front hoof gently, and hissed at him in different voices, just like talking. They walked away a few steps, as if discussing something together; He walked back and forth side by side, as if people were thinking about something important, but his eyes turned to look at me from time to time, as if spying on me, fearing that I would run away. I was so surprised to see the behavior of irrational animals that I couldn't help inferring that horses were so spiritual. If the residents of this country are clear-headed, they must be the smartest people in the world. This idea gave me great comfort, so I decided to keep walking until I found a house or village or met local residents. Let the two horses talk there if they want. But the first horse (a horse with dark gray stripes) saw that I was going to slip away quietly and hissed behind me. That voice is so expressive that I think I know what it means. So I turned and walked over to it, trying to see what else it ordered, but trying to hide my panic, because I began to feel a little painful and didn't know how this dangerous thing would end. Readers can easily believe that I didn't like my situation at that time.

Two horses came up to me and studied my face and hands carefully. The gray horse touched my hat with its right front hoof and deformed it. I had to take it off, tidy it up and put it back on. It and its partner (a chestnut horse) are even more surprised to see this. When the chestnut horse touched my coat skirt and found it hanging loosely on me, both of them showed even more surprised look. It touched my right hand, and the color and silky appearance of my hand seemed to make it envious. But it squeezed my hand between its hoof and skeleton, which made me cry. In this way, they tried to caress me gently. They looked at my shoes and socks and felt puzzled. They touch them from time to time, scream at each other for a while, and make various gestures for a while, just like a philosopher trying to solve some new problems.

In a word, the behavior of these two animals is very orderly and rational, and they are observant and correct in judgment, so I finally made such a judgment: they must be some magician, who turned themselves into what they are now by some kind of magic, and saw a stranger coming over on the road to have fun with him in this way. Or really surprised to see that a person, regardless of clothing, appearance and looks, is completely different from people who may live in such a distant place. I think this inference is very reasonable, so I summon up courage to say the following words to them: "Gentlemen, if you are magicians, I think you must be, and you can certainly understand any language, so I will take the liberty to tell you two gentlemen that I am a poor Englishman who has drifted to your coast because of misfortune, and I ask which one of you to allow me to ride on my back, just like riding a real horse, carrying me on my back." In return for your kindness, I want to give you this knife and bracelet as a gift (I took them out of my pocket when I spoke). "When I spoke, the two animals stood there quietly, as if listening to me very attentively. After I finished, they screamed at each other for a long time, as if they were having a serious conversation. I have clearly observed that their language can express their feelings well. It doesn't take much effort to spell it with letters. It's much easier to compete in Chinese.

I can hear a word called "Yehu" from time to time. They have said it many times. Although I can't guess what this means, I tried to learn when two horses were busy talking there. As soon as their conversation stopped, I got up the courage to shout "Yehu" and tried to imitate the neighing of horses. It was surprised after listening to it. I studied hard several times. Although it is far from perfect, I find that there is obvious progress every time. Then the chestnut horse tried to teach me the second word, but it was much more difficult to pronounce than the first one; According to English spelling, it can be spelled "Houyhnhnm". My pronunciation of this word is not as successful as the last one, but I tried it two or three times and it was much better. They all looked surprised to see that I had such a gift.

After talking some more (I thought it might be related to me at that time), the two friends broke up and the etiquette of touching each other's hooves was the same. The posture of the grey horse means to let me go in front of it. I think I'd better follow it until I find a better guide. As soon as I slow down, it will make a "mixed, mixed" sound. I guessed its meaning, so I tried to let it know that I was too tired to walk soon. So it stopped and stood for a while to give me a rest. After walking about three miles, we came to a long house. The house is built by inserting wood into the ground and weaving branches. The roof is low and covered with grass. At this time, I began to feel more at ease, so I took out some toys (travelers usually bring some of these things as gifts to Indian savages in America and other places), hoping that the people in this family would be happy and good to me. The horse gestured to me to let me in first. This is a big room, bare mud, with a whole row of sock racks and food troughs on one side. There are three ponies and two mares in the room. None of them are eating grass, but there are a few buttocks sitting on the ground, which surprised me. What surprised me even more was that all the other horses were doing housework there. It seems that they are just ordinary animals, but it confirms my original idea that a nation that can educate wild animals like this must surpass all the people in the world intellectually. Then the grey horse came in, so that the other horses couldn't abuse me, or I might suffer a little. It hissed majestically at them, and they answered.

In addition to this room, there are three other rooms at the end of this long house, which are connected together like a street through three opposite doors. We went through the second room and came to the third room. At this time, the gray horse went in first and motioned for me to wait outside. I waited in the second room, preparing gifts for the host and housewife; They are two knives, three fake pearl bracelets, a small mirror and a beaded necklace. The horse neighed three or four times, and I waited, hoping to hear a voice answer; But I didn't hear anything, except the neigh of the horse, except one or two screams sharper than that of the gray horse. I began to think that this house must belong to one of them, and there seemed to be a lot of formalities before being summoned. However, I don't understand that this noble man's life and other things are served by Malays. I'm afraid I'm crazy by these experiences and misfortunes, so I cheer up and look around this room where I'm alone. The decoration in the room is the same as that in the first room, only more elegant. I wiped my eyes several times and still saw the same thing. I twisted my arm and pinched my waist to wake myself up. I thought this was not a dream, was it? Then I came to a clear conclusion that all these things must be just witchcraft and magic. But I have no time to think about it. The gray horse has come to the door, and it motioned me to follow it into the third room. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a very beautiful mare. On the neat and delicate straw mat, there was a little stallion and a little mare.

Shortly after I entered the house, the mare stood up from the straw mat. He came up to me and looked at my hands and face carefully, but he showed a very contemptuous look. Then it turned to the gray horse. I heard them talk about the word "wild beard" over and over again. Although it was the first word I learned to say, I didn't know its meaning at that time. But it didn't take me long to figure it out, which made me feel eternal shame. The gray horse nodded at me with his head, just like on the road just now, and "mixed" it a few times. I understand that it is asking me to follow it. It took me out of the room and came to a place like a yard. There was another house not far from the house where the horse lived. As soon as we walked in, I saw three disgusting animals that I first saw when I landed. They enjoy roots and animal meat there. Later, it was found to be donkey meat and dog meat, and sometimes it was beef and beef that died of illness or accident. They all have strong branches tied around their necks and the other ends tied to the crossbar. They grab food with their front paws and then tear it off with their teeth.

The owner of the horse told one of his servants (a chestnut pony) to untie the biggest head and take it to the yard. After I lined up next to the beast, the servant began to compare our faces carefully, and then repeated "wild beard" and "wild beard" over and over again. When I saw that this hateful beast was completely human, I was scared beyond description. Its face is flat and wide, its nose is flat, its lips are thick and its mouth is big, but these differences are common among all savages, because savages always let children lie on the ground or carry them on their backs, and the facial contour changes when the children's face rubs against their mothers' shoulders. The front paws of the wild fox are no different from my hands except that the nails are long, the palms are rough, the color is brown and the back of the hand is long. Our feet have similarities and differences with our hands; I know this very well, but the horse doesn't know it because I have shoes and socks on my feet. It's the same in other places, but it's hairy and the color is different, as I mentioned earlier.

The problem that these two horses don't understand is probably that they see that other parts of my body are very different from the "wild beard", which is all because of my clothes; They know nothing about clothes. The chestnut pony gave me a root with its hoof and hoof epiphysis (I'll tell you how they got it when there is a suitable opportunity in the future). I took it with my hand, smelled it and returned it politely. He brought another piece of donkey meat from the wild tiger's house. The smell made me eat nothing, so I threw it to the wild tiger and wolfed it down for them at once. After that, it gave me a small bundle of hay and a polo joint of oats (the joint is the part above the hoof at the back of the horse's leg), but I shook my head, indicating that these two things made me want to vomit, so I quickly turned my head to one side. To tell you the truth, I'm really worried now. If I hadn't met my own kind, I would have starved to death. As for those annoying "wild beards", although no one loved human beings more than I did at that time, I could never admit that they were my own kind. I have never seen such disgusting creatures. The closer I get to them, the more disgusting I feel. This, the owner of the horse also saw from my behavior, so he ordered the "wild beard" to be brought back to the nest. Then it put its front hoof on its mouth, and its movements looked calm and natural, but it surprised me greatly. It made some other gestures to ask me what I want to eat. But I can't give an answer to make it understand me. Even if it understands me, I don't see how I can figure out how to get food for myself. In this situation, I saw a cow passing by, so I pointed to it and said I wanted to drink milk. This has played a role. He took me home and asked a mare who was a servant to open a room, in which a large number of clay pots and milk in wooden pots were neatly stored. The mare gave me a big bowl full, and I drank it happily, and I was refreshed immediately.

At about noon, I saw four "wild beards" pulling a car like a plow towards the house. The car is an old horse and looks like it has some status; When getting off the bus, its hind hoof landed first because its left front hoof was accidentally injured. The old horse came to my horse owner's house for dinner, and the horse owner received it very politely. They eat in the best room, and the second course is oatmeal boiled with milk. Old horses eat hot food, while the rest eat cold food. Their trough is placed in a circle in the center of the room, divided into several squares, and they sit in a circle on the haystack around the trough. In the middle of the trough ring is a large forage rack with many sharp corners, aiming at each grid of the trough, so that every male horse and mare can eat their own hay and milk oat paste in an orderly way. The foal seems to behave well, while the owner and his wife are extremely carefree and attentive to their guests. Grey Horse asked me to stand next to him. He talked a lot about me with his friends, because I found that the guests looked at me from time to time and repeatedly said the word "wild beard".

I happened to be wearing a pair of gloves, and the owner of the gray horse wondered; He looked surprised when he saw what I did to my front hoof. It touched my gloves three or four times with its hoof, as if asking me to restore my front hoof. I did it right away. I took off my gloves and put them in my pocket.

This move caused them to talk more. I saw that everyone was satisfied with what I did, and soon I also saw that this movable property had a good influence. They asked me to say what I understood. While they were eating, the horse owner put oats again. The names of milk, fire and water taught me; Because I have a good language learning ability since I was a child, it is easy after reading it.

After dinner, the owner of the horse pulled me aside and let me know that I had nothing to eat with gestures and words. I was very worried. Oats are called "herons" in their words. I have read this word three or four times, because although I refused to eat it at first, on second thought, I think I can try to make it into a kind of bread and eat it with milk, or I can live and then try to escape to other countries until I find my own kind. The horse owner immediately ordered a white mare servant to bring me a lot of oats on a wooden plate. I will try to roast them on the fire, then wipe off the wheat skin and try to blow it off. I put them between two stones and grind them, then add water to make them into paste or cake, and then bake them on the fire and eat them while they are hot. In fact, this kind of food is quite common in many places in Europe, but I found it tasteless at first and got used to it after a long time. I often eat coarse grains in my life, and my lovely nature is easy to satisfy. This is not the first time that I have been proved by experience. In addition, I have to say that during my stay on this island, I didn't even get sick for an hour. Of course, I sometimes try to use a "wild beard" wool net to hold up a rabbit or bird or something; I also often collect some sanitary wild vegetables and eat them with bread or lettuce when cooked. Sometimes I make some thin cream, and I drink all the whey left from making cream. At first I didn't know what to do without salt, but habit became nature, and soon it wouldn't matter without salt. I believe that we always want to eat salt, which is actually a luxury, because putting salt in drinks is originally used to stimulate appetite, so there is no need to use salt except for long-distance sailing or storing meat away from big markets. We found that no animal likes to eat salt except human beings. As for myself, I can't eat salty food until long after I left this country.

Enough has been said about my diet. Other travelers also talk about this topic in their books, as if all readers are concerned about whether we eat well or not. However, it is necessary to mention this matter, otherwise I have lived in such a country and such a group of residents for three years, and the world will not believe it!

In the evening, the owner of the horse ordered me to prepare a place to live. The residence is six yards away from the house where the horse lives, which is separate from the nest of the wild fox. I got some hay, covered my clothes and slept soundly. But I will live a better life soon. I will describe my future lifestyle in detail, and readers will know then.