SHORT STORY BY O’HENRY The Handbook Of Hymen Đây là một serries truyện ngắn anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng quen thuộc. Nhằm giúp các em và các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh | SHORT STORY BY O HENRY The Handbook Of Hymen Tis the opinion of myself Sanderson Pratt who sets this down that the educational system of the United States should be in the hands of the weather bureau. I can give you good reasons for it and you can t tell me why our college professors shouldn t be transferred to the meteorological department. They have been learned to read and they could very easily glance at the morning papers and then wire in to the main office what kind of weather to expect. But there s the other side of the proposition. I am going on to tell you how the weather furnished me and Idaho Green with an elegant education. We was up in the Bitter Root Mountains over the Montana line prospecting for gold. A chin-whiskered man in Walla-Walla carrying a line of hope as excess baggage had grubstaked us and there we was in the foothills pecking away with enough grub on hand to last an army through a peace conference. Along one day comes a mail-rider over the mountains from Carlos and stops to eat three cans of greengages and leave us a newspaper of modern date. This paper prints a system of premonitions of the weather and the card it dealt Bitter Root Mountains from the bottom of the deck was warmer and fair with light westerly breezes. That evening it began to snow with the wind strong in the east. Me and Idaho moved camp into an old empty cabin higher up the mountain thinking it was only a November flurry. But after falling three foot on a level it went to work in earnest and we knew we was snowed in. We got in plenty of firewood before it got deep and we had grub enough for two months so we let the elements rage and cut up all they thought proper. If you want to instigate the art of manslaughter just shut two men up in a eighteen by twenty-foot cabin for a month. Human nature won t stand it. When the first snowflakes fell me and Idaho Green laughed at each other s jokes and praised the stuff we turned out of a skillet and called bread. At the end of .
