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Unit 3
A Hanging
A HANGING
George
Orwell
1.
It
was
in
Burma,
a
sodden
morning
of
the
rains.
We
were
waiting
outside
the
condemned cells, a row
of sheds fronted with double bars, like small
animal cages. Each
cell measured about
ten feet by ten and was quite bare within except
for a plank bed and a
pot
for
drinking
water.
In
some
of
them
brown
silent
men
were
squatting
at
the
inner
bars, with their
blankets draped round them. These were the
condemned men, due to be
hanged within
the next week or two.
Detailed Reading
2.
One prisoner had been
brought out of his cell. He was a Hindu, a puny
wisp of a man,
with a shaven head and
vague liquid eyes. Six tall Indian warders were
guarding him and
getting him ready for
the gallows. Two of them stood by with rifles and
fixed bayonets,
while
the
others
handcuffed
him,
passed
a
chain
through
his
handcuffs
and
fixed
it
to
their belts, and lashed his arms
tightly to his sides. They crowded very close
about him,
with their hands always on
him in a careful, caressing grip, as though all
the while feeling
him to make sure he
was there. But he stood quite unresisting,
yielding his arms limply to
the ropes,
as though he hardly noticed what was happening.
3.
Eight
o'clock
struck
and
a
bugle
call
floated
from
the
distant
barracks.
The
superintendent of the jail, who was
standing apart from the rest of us, moodily
prodding
the gravel with his stick,
raised his head at the sound.
he said
irritably.
4.
Francis,
the
head
jailer,
a
fat
Dravidian
in
a
white
drill
suit
and
gold
spectacles,
waved
his
black
hand.
sir,
yes sir,
he
bubbled.
is
satisfactorily
prepared.
The
hangman is waiting. We shall
proceed.
5.
6.
We set out for
the gallows. Two warders marched on either side of
the prisoner, with
their rifles at the
slope; two others marched close against him,
gripping him by arm and
shoulder, as
though at once pushing and supporting him. The
rest of us, magistrates and
the like,
followed behind.
7.
It was
about forty yards to the gallows. I watched the
bare brown back of the prisoner
marching in front of me. He walked
clumsily with his bound arms, but quite steadily.
At
each step his muscles slid neatly
into place, the lock of hair on his scalp danced
up and
down, his feet printed
themselves on the wet gravel. And once, in spite
of the men who
gripped him by each
shoulder, he stepped slightly aside to avoid a
puddle on the path.
8.
It
is
curious,
but
till
that
moment
I
had
never
realized
what
it
means
to
destroy
a
healthy, conscious man.
When I saw the prisoner step aside to avoid the
puddle I saw the
mystery,
the
unspeakable
wrongness,
of
cutting
a
life
short
when
it
is
in
full
tide.
This
man
was
not
dying,
he
was
alive
just
as
we
are
alive.
All
the
organs
of
his
body
were
working -- bowels digesting food, skin
renewing itself, nails growing, tissues forming --
all
toiling away in solemn foolery. His
nails would still be growing when he stood on the
drop,
when
he
was
falling
through
the
air
with
a
tenth
of
a
second
to
live.
His
eyes
saw
the
yellow
gravel
and
the
gray
walls,
and
his
brain
still
remembered,
foresaw,
reasoned
--
reasoned even about puddles. He and we
were a party of men walking together, seeing,
hearing, feeling, understanding the
same world; and in two minutes, with a sudden
snap,
one of us would be gone -- one
mind less, one world less.
9.
The gallows stood in a small yard. The
hangman, a gray-haired convict in the white
uniform
of
the
prison,
was
waiting
beside
his
machine.
He
greeted
us
with
a
servile
crouch
as
we
entered.
At
a
word
from
Francis
the
two
warders,
gripping
the
prisoner
more closely than
ever, half led half pushed him to the gallows and
helped him clumsily
up the
ladder.
Then
the
hangman
climbed
up and
fixed
the
rope
around
the
prisoner's
neck.
10.
We stood waiting, five
yards away. The warders had formed a rough circle
round the
gallows. And then, when the
noose was fixed, the prisoner began crying out to
his god. It
was a high, reiterated cry
of
or a cry for help, but steady,
rhythmical, almost like the tolling of a bell.
11.
The hangman climbed down
and stood ready, holding the lever. Minutes seemed
to
pass.
The
steady
crying
from
the
prisoner
went
on
and
on,
Ram!
Ram!
never
faltering for an instant. The
superintendent, his head on his chest, was slowly
poking the
ground
with his
stick;
perhaps
he
was counting
the
cries,
allowing
the
prisoner
a
fixed
number
--
fifty,
perhaps,
or
a
hundred.
Everyone
had
changed
color.
The
Indians
had
gone gray like bad coffee, and one or
two of the bayonets were wavering.
12.
Suddenly
the
superintendent
made up
his
mind.
Throwing
up his
head
he
made
a
swift motion with his
stick.
13.
There was a
clanking noise, and then dead silence. The
prisoner had vanished, and
the rope was
twisting on itself. We went round the gallows to
inspect the prisoner's body.
He was
dangling with his toes pointing straight downward.
Very slowly revolving, as dead
as a
stone.
14.
The
superintendent
reached
out
with
his
stick
and
poked
the
bare
brown
body;
it
oscillated slightly.
gallows,
and
blew
out
a
deep
breath.
The
moody
look
had
gone
out
of
his
face
quite
suddenly. He glanced at his wrist
watch.
morning, thank God.
15.
The warders
unfixed bayonets and marched away. We walked out
of the gallows yard,
past
the
condemned
cells
with
their
waiting
prisoners,
into
the
big
central
yard
of
the
prison. The convicts
were already receiving their breakfast. They
squatted in long rows,
each man
holding
a
tin
pannikin, while
two
warders
with buckets march
round
ladling
out rice; it
seemed quite a homely, jolly scene, after the
hanging. An enormous relief had
come
upon us now that the job was done. One felt an
impulse to sing, to break into a run,
to snigger. All at once everyone began
chattering gaily.
16.
The
Eurasian
boy
walking
beside me
nodded
toward
the
way
we
had
come,
with a
knowing smile,
appeal had
been dismissed, he pissed on the floor of his
cell. From fright. Kindly take one
of
my cigarettes, sir. Do you not admire my new
silver case, sir? Classy European
style.
17.
Several people
laughed -- at what, nobody seemed certain.
18.
Francis
was
walking
by
the
superintendent,
talking
garrulously,
sir,
all
has
passed
off with the utmost satisfactoriness. It was all
finished -- flick! Like that. It is not
always so -- oah no! I have known cases
where the doctor was obliged to go beneath the
gallows and pull the prisoner's legs to
ensure decease. Most disagreeable.
19.
20.
sir,
it is
worse
when
they
become
refractory!
One
man,
I
recall,
clung
to
the
bars of his cage when we
went to take him out. You will scarcely credit,
sir, that it took six
warders to
dislodge him, three pulling at each
leg.
21.
I
found
that
I
was
laughing
quite
loudly.
Everyone
was
laughing.
Even
the
superintendent grinned in
a
tolerant
way.
all
come
and
have a
drink,
he
said
quite genially.
22.
We
went
through
the
big
double
gates
of
the
prison
into
the
road.
at
his
legs!
began laughing again.
At that moment Francis' anecdote seemed
extraordinarily funny.
We
all
had
a drink
together, native
and
European
alike,
quite
amicably.
The dead man
was a hundred
yards away.
1.
那是发生在缅甸的事情。
在一个
很潮湿的雨季清晨,
我们都在死囚牢房外面等着,
一排
小屋的门上加了双根铁条,就像小动物的笼子。每间牢房大约
10
英寸见方,里面只有一张
木板床和一个盛饮水的罐儿。
有几间里,
棕色皮肤的人默默无声地蹲在里面一间的铁条后面,
身上披着毯子。这些都是死囚,在一两周以内将被处以绞刑。
2.
有个囚犯从他的牢房里被带了
出来。
他是个印度教徒,身材瘦小,
弱不禁风,
头顶剃得
光光的,双眼水汪汪的,浑浊无神。六个高大的印度狱卒看着他,准备
送他上绞刑架。其中
两个手持上了刺刀的长枪,
站在旁边,
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其余几个给他戴上手铐,
从手铐中穿上一根链条系在
他们的皮带上,
再把他的手臂紧紧地捆在他身体的两侧。
狱卒们团团站在他周围,
手都小心
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