词汇：needle
n. 针；指针；针状物；刺激
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- “They’re both white,” Needle said. “The difference is, hail is harder.” Within a few minutes, Newt was to find out just how hard. The sky began to rain balls of ice—small at first, but then not so small.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “It ain’t snow, it’s hail,” Needle said.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Look, it’s snowing,” he said excitedly to Needle Nelson, who was near him.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I don’t see what difference it makes,” Needle said. “It can get just so wet, and if you’re swimming you’re bound to be wet.” “It oughta quit raining, it’s rained enough,” Pea Eye said, but the heavens ignored him.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- When dawn did come, it was a low and gloomy one, the sky heavily overcast. Newt, with Dish, the Irishman and Needle Nelson, was with a large portion of the herd, perhaps a thousand cattle. No one was quite sure where the rest of the herd was. The cattle were too tired to be troublesome, so Dish loped off to look and was gone what seemed like half a day.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- He’s an expert on where places is at.” “Why, there’s nothing north of here,” Dish said, surprised that anyone would think otherwise. “You have to go east a ways to get into the towns.” “I thought we was going to strike Ogallala,” Needle reminded him.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Then they saw a strange sight: Po Campo was gathering hailstones in a bucket, the two pigs following him like dogs.“What do you reckon he expects to do with them?” Needle Nelson asked.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Newt looked around for the wagon, but couldn’t see it, the hail was so thick. Then he couldn’t see Needle, either. He spurred hard and raced for the river, though he didn’t know what he was supposed to do once he got there. As he ran for the river, he almost trampled Jasper, who had dismounted and made a kind of tent of his slicker and saddle—he was crouching under it in the mud.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “By God, we better get in that river,” Needle said. He had a large hat and was trying to hide under it, but the hailstones pounded his body.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “They’re both white,” Needle said. “The difference is, hail is harder.” Within a few minutes, Newt was to find out just how hard. The sky began to rain balls of ice—small at first, but then not so small.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “It ain’t snow, it’s hail,” Needle said.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Look, it’s snowing,” he said excitedly to Needle Nelson, who was near him.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I don’t see what difference it makes,” Needle said. “It can get just so wet, and if you’re swimming you’re bound to be wet.” “It oughta quit raining, it’s rained enough,” Pea Eye said, but the heavens ignored him.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- When dawn did come, it was a low and gloomy one, the sky heavily overcast. Newt, with Dish, the Irishman and Needle Nelson, was with a large portion of the herd, perhaps a thousand cattle. No one was quite sure where the rest of the herd was. The cattle were too tired to be troublesome, so Dish loped off to look and was gone what seemed like half a day.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- He’s an expert on where places is at.” “Why, there’s nothing north of here,” Dish said, surprised that anyone would think otherwise. “You have to go east a ways to get into the towns.” “I thought we was going to strike Ogallala,” Needle reminded him.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Let her rain, we’re ready,” Augustus said, taking the box of buttons from his saddlebag. “I guess it won’t stop us from playing cards.” Wilbarger had thoughtfully let them have some coffee and a side of bacon, and with those provisions and the tent and the buttons, they passed a week. A little of the hollowness left Lorena’s cheeks, and her bruises healed. She still slept close to Augustus at night and her eyes still followed him when he went out to move the horses or do some errand. Once or twice on pretty evenings they rode over to the river. Augustus had rigged a fishing line out of some coarse thread they had found in Adobe Walls. He bent a needle for a hook and used tadpoles for bait. But he caught no fish. Whenever he went to the river, he stripped off and bathed.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I wish we had a fiddle,” Needle said. “If we had a fiddle, we could dance.” “Dance with who?” Bert asked. “I don’t see no ladies.” “Dance with ourselves,” Needle said.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “He’s a haughty son of a bitch,” Bert Borum said. “He acted like he never knowed a one of us.” “He tolt me I smelled like cowshit,” Needle said. “He was sitting there gambling and had some whore hanging over him.” “I wouldn’t say he misses that one that got took,” Soupy said.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- The crew came back from Fort Worth hung over and subdued. Jasper Fant’s head was splitting to such an extent that he couldn’t bear to ride—he got off his horse and walked the last two miles, stopping from time to time to vomit. He tried to get the other boys to wait on him—in his state he could have been easily robbed and beaten, as he pointed out—but his companions were indifferent to his fate. Their own headaches were severe enough.“You can walk to China for all I care,” Needle said, expressing the sentiments of the group. They rode on and left Jasper to creep along as best he could.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Go rope that dern bull, if you’re so good at roping,” Needle Nelson said, referring to the Texas bull. The bull seemed to resent it when the cowboys sat in groups—he would position himself fifty yards away and paw the earth and bellow.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Dern, he’s behaving like a deacon,” Soupy said. “I expect to hear him preach a sermon any day.” Needle Nelson took a more charitable view. “He’s just in love,” he said. “He don’t want to go trashing around with us.” “By God, he’ll wish he had before we hit Nebraska,” Jasper Fant said. “You don’t see me waiting. I’d like to drink a couple of more bottles of good whiskey before I have to cross any more of them cold rivers. They got real cold rivers up north, I hear. Some of them even got ice in them, I guess.” “If I was to see a chunk of ice in a river, I’d rope it and we could use it to water our drinks,” Bert Borum said.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- Newt ate another of his own accord and Deets ate four or five more. Then Deets persuaded Pea Eye to try one and Pea ate two or three. To everyone’s surprise, Call strolled over and ate a couple; in fact, he had a sweet tooth and couldn’t resist the molasses. Dish decided he had to eat one to keep up his reputation, and then the Rainey boys each ate a couple to imitate Newt. Pete Spettle walked over and ate two and then Soupy, Needle and Bert each tried one. The remaining grasshoppers went quick, and before Jasper could make up his mind to try one they were all gone.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “Eat them,” he said. “They’re better than potatoes.” “May be, but they don’t look like potatoes,” Allen O’Brien said. “They look like bugs.”“Dish, you’re a top hand, you ought to take the first helping,” Augustus said. “None of us would want to cut you out of your turn.” “You’re welcome to my dang turn,” Dish said. “I pass on eatin’ bugs.” “What’s holding you back, Gus?” Needle Nelson asked.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “He’s young and innocent,” Augustus said. “That’s why I picked him. He’ll just moon over her a little. If I’d sent one of the full-grown rowdies, Jake might have come back and shot him. I doubt he’d shoot Newt.” “I doubt he’ll even come back, myself,” Call said. “That girl ought to have stayed in Lonesome Dove.” “If you was a young girl, with life before you, would you want to settle in Lonesome Dove?” Augustus asked. “Maggie done it, and look how long she lasted.” “She might have died anyplace,” Call said. “I’ll die someplace, and so will you—it might not be no better place than Lonesome Dove.” “It ain’t dying I’m talking about, it’s living,” Augustus said. “I doubt it matters where you die, but it matters where you live.” Call got up and went to catch his night horse. Without thinking, he caught the Hell Bitch again, though he had just turned her loose. One of the Spettle boys looked at him curiously and said nothing. Call saddled the Hell Bitch anyway and rode around the herd to see that all was in place. The cattle were calm, most of them already bedded down. Needle Nelson, perennially sleepy, dozed in his saddle.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
- “I wisht we was up to the Red River,” Dish said. “I don’t like this low country.” “I wish we was to the Yellowstone, myself,” Augustus said. “Maybe Captain Call would be satisfied with that.” When they reached the river it seemed that it was going to be the smoothest crossing possible. Old Dog seemed to have an affinity for Deets and followed him right into the water without so much as stopping to sniff. Call and Dish, Augustusand Pea and Needle Nelson spread out on the downriver side, but the cattle showed no signs of wanting to do anything but follow Old Dog.>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇