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Three nights later old Major died peacefully in his sleep. His body was buried at the foot of the orchard.
This was early in March. During the next three months there was much secret activity. Major's speech had given to the more intelligent animals on the farm a completely new outlook on life. They did not know when the Rebellion predicted by Major would take place, they had no reason for thinking that it would be within their own lifetime, but they saw clearly that it was their duty to prepare for it. The work of teaching and organising the others fell naturally upon the pigs, who were generally recognised as being the cleverest of the animals. Pre-eminent [1] among the pigs were two young boars named Snowball and Napoleon, whom Mr. Jones was breeding up for sale. Napoleon was a large, rather fierce-looking Berkshire boar, the only Berkshire on the farm, not much of a talker, but with a reputation for getting his own way. Snowball was a more vivacious [2] pig than Napoleon, quicker in speech and more inventive, but was not considered to have the same depth of character. All the other male pigs on the farm were porkers. The best known among them was a small fat pig named Squealer, with very round cheeks, twinkling [3] eyes, nimble [4] movements, and a shrill [5] voice. He was a brilliant talker, and when he was arguing some difficult point he had a way of skipping [6] from side to side and whisking [7] his tail which was somehow very persuasive. The others said of Squealer that he could turn black into white.
These three had elaborated [8] old Major's teachings into a complete system of thought, to which they gave the name of Animalism. Several nights a week, after Mr. Jones was asleep, they held secret meetings in the barn and expounded [9] the principles of Animalism to the others. At the beginning they met with much stupidity and apathy [10] . Some of the animals talked of the duty of loyalty to Mr. Jones, whom they referred to as “Master, ” or made elementary [11] remarks such as “Mr. Jones feeds us. If he were gone, we should starve to death.”Others asked such questions as “Why should we care what happens after we are dead? ”or “If this Rebellion is to happen anyway, what diff erence does it make whether we work for it or not? ”, and the pigs had great difficulty in making them see that this was contrary to the spirit of Animalism. The stupidest questions of all were asked by Mollie, the white mare. The very first question she asked Snowball was: “Will there still be sugar after the Rebellion? ”
“No, ” said Snowball firmly. “We have no means of making sugar on this farm. Besides, you do not need sugar. You will have all the oats and hay you want.”
“And shall I still be allowed to wear ribbons in my mane? ” asked Mollie.
“Comrade, ” said Snowball, “those ribbons that you are so devoted to are the badge [12] of slavery. Can you not understand that liberty is worth more than ribbons? ”
Mollie agreed, but she did not sound very convinced.
The pigs had an even harder struggle to counteract the lies put about by Moses, the tame raven. Moses, who was Mr. Jones's especial pet, was a spy and a tale-bearer, but he was also a clever talker. He claimed to know of the existence of a mysterious country called Sugarcandy Mountain, to which all animals went when they died. It was situated somewhere up in the sky, a little distance beyond the clouds, Moses said. In Sugarcandy Mountain it was Sunday seven days a week, clover was in season all the year round, and lump [13] sugar and linseed [14] cake grew on the hedges. The animals hated Moses because he told tales and did no work, but some of them believed in Sugarcandy Mountain, and the pigs had to argue very hard to persuade them that there was no such place.
Their most faithful disciples [15] were the two cart-horses, Boxer and Clover. These two had great difficulty in thinking anything out for themselves, but having once accepted the pigs as their teachers, they absorbed everything that they were told, and passed it on to the other animals by simple arguments. They were unfailing in their attendance at the secret meetings in the barn, and led the singing of Beasts of England , with which the meetings always ended.
Now, as it turned out, the Rebellion was achieved much earlier and more easily than anyone had expected. In past years Mr. Jones, although a hard master, had been a capable farmer, but
of late
he had
fallen on evil days
. He had become much disheartened after losing money in a lawsuit, and had taken to drinking more than was good for him. For whole days at a time he would
lounge
[16]
in his Windsor chair in the kitchen, reading the newspapers, drinking, and occasionally feeding Moses on
crusts
[17]
of bread soaked in beer. His men were idle and dishonest, the fields were full of weeds, the buildings wanted roofing, the hedges were neglected, and the animals were
underfed
[18]
.
June came and the hay was almost ready for cutting. On Midsummer's Eve, which was a Saturday, Mr. Jones went into Willingdon and got so drunk at the Red Lion that he did not come back till midday on Sunday. The men had milked the cows in the early morning and then had gone out rabbiting, without bothering to feed the animals. When Mr. Jones got back he immediately went to sleep on the drawing-room sofa with the
News of the World
over his face, so that when evening came, the animals were still unfed. At last they could stand it no longer. One of the cows broke in the door of the store-shed with her horn and all the animals began to help themselves from the
bins
[19]
. It was just then that Mr. Jones woke up. The next moment he and his four men were in the store-shed with whips in their hands,
lashing out
in all directions. This was more than the hungry animals could bear. With one accord, though nothing of the kind had been planned beforehand, they flung themselves upon their
tormentors
[20]
. Jones and his men suddenly found themselves being
butted
[21]
and kicked from all sides. The situation was quite out of their control. They had never seen animals behave like this before, and this sudden uprising of creatures whom they were used to
thrashing
[22]
and
maltreating
[23]
just as they chose, frightened them almost
out of their wits
. After only a moment or two they gave up trying to defend themselves and
took to their heels
. A minute later all five of them were in full flight down the cart-track that led to the main road, with the animals pursuing them in triumph.
Mrs. Jones looked out of the bedroom window, saw what was happening, hurriedly flung a few possessions into a carpet bag, and slipped out of the farm by another way. Moses sprang off his perch and flapped after her, croaking [24] loudly. Meanwhile the animals had chased Jones and his men out on to the road and slammed the five-barred gate behind them. And so, almost before they knew what was happening, the Rebellion had been successfully carried through: Jones was expelled, and the Manor Farm was theirs.
For the first few minutes the animals could hardly believe in their good fortune. Their first act was to gallop [25] in a body right round the boundaries of the farm, as though to make quite sure that no human being was hiding anywhere upon it; then they raced back to the farm buildings to wipe out the last traces of Jones's hated reign. The harness-room at the end of the stables was broken open; the bits, the nose-rings, the dog-chains, the cruel knives with which Mr. Jones had been used to castrate [26] the pigs and lambs, were all flung down the well. The reins, the halters, the blinkers [27] , the degrading [28] nosebags, were thrown on to the rubbish fire which was burning in the yard. So were the whips. All the animals capered [29] with joy when they saw the whips going up in flames.Snowball also threw on to the fire the ribbons with which the horses' manes and tails had usually been decorated on market days.
“Ribbons, ” he said, “should be considered as clothes, which are the mark of a human being. All animals should go naked.”
When Boxer heard this he fetched the small straw hat which he wore in summer to keep the flies out of his ears, and flung it on to the fire with the rest.
In a very little while the animals had destroyed everything that reminded them of Mr. Jones. Napoleon then led them back to the store-shed and served out a double ration of corn to everybody, with two biscuits for each dog. Then they sang Beasts of England from end to end seven times running, and after that they settled down for the night and slept as they had never slept before.
But they woke at dawn as usual, and suddenly remembering the glorious thing that had happened, they all raced out into the pasture [30] together. A little way down the pasture there was a knoll [31] that commanded [32] a view of most of the farm. The animals rushed to the top of it and gazed round them in the clear morning light. Yes, it was theirs — everything that they could see was theirs! In the ecstasy [33] of that thought they gambolled [34] round and round, they hurled themselves into the air in great leaps of excitement. They rolled in the dew [35] , they cropped mouthfuls of the sweet summer grass, they kicked up clods [36] of the black earth and snuff ed [37] its rich scent. Then they made a tour of inspection of the whole farm and surveyed with speechless admiration the ploughland, the hayfield, the orchard, the pool, the spinney [38] . It was as though they had never seen these things before, and even now they could hardly believe that it was all their own.
Then they filed back to the farm buildings and halted in silence outside the door of the farmhouse. That was theirs too, but they were frightened to go inside. After a moment, however, Snowball and Napoleon butted the door open with their shoulders and the animals entered in single file, walking with the utmost care for fear of disturbing anything. They tiptoed from room to room, afraid to speak above a whisper and gazing with a kind of awe [39] at the unbelievable luxury, at the beds with their feather mattresses [40] , the looking-glasses, the horsehair sofa, the Brussels carpet, the lithograph [41] of Queen Victoria over the drawing-room mantelpiece [42] . They were just coming down the stairs when Mollie was discovered to be missing. Going back, the others found that she had remained behind in the best bedroom. She had taken a piece of blue ribbon from Mrs. Jones's dressing-table, and was holding it against her shoulder and admiring herself in the glass in a very foolish manner. The others reproached [43] her sharply, and they went outside. Some hams hanging in the kitchen were taken out for burial, and the barrel of beer in the scullery was stove [44] in with a kick from Boxer's hoof, otherwise nothing in the house was touched. A unanimous [45] resolution was passed on the spot that the farmhouse should be preserved as a museum. All were agreed that no animal must ever live there.
The animals had their breakfast, and then Snowball and Napoleon called them together again.
“Comrades, ” said Snowball, “it is half past six and we have a long day before us. Today we begin the hay harvest. But there is another matter that must be attended to first.”
The pigs now revealed that during the past three months they had taught themselves to read and write from an old spelling book which had belonged to Mr. Jones's children and which had been thrown on the rubbish heap. Napoleon sent for pots of black and white paint and led the way down to the five-barred gate that gave on to the main road. Then Snowball (for it was Snowball who was best at writing) took a brush between the two knuckles [46] of his trotter, painted out MANOR FARM from the top bar of the gate and in its place painted ANIMAL FARM. This was to be the name of the farm from now onwards. After this they went back to the farm buildings, where Snowball and Napoleon sent for a ladder which they caused to be set against the end wall of the big barn. They explained that by their studies of the past three months the pigs had succeeded in reducing the principles of Animalism to Seven Commandments. These Seven Commandments would now be inscribed [47] on the wall; they would form an unalterable law by which all the animals on Animal Farm must live for ever after. With some difficulty (for it is not easy for a pig to balance himself on a ladder) Snowball climbed up and set to work, with Squealer a few rungs [48] below him holding the paint-pot. The Commandments were written on the tarred [49] wall in great white letters that could be read thirty yards away. They ran thus:
1. Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy.
2. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend.
3. No animal shall wear clothes.
4. No animal shall sleep in a bed.
5. No animal shall drink alcohol.
6. No animal shall kill any other animal.
7. All animals are equal.
It was very neatly written, and except that “friend” was written “freind” and one of the “s” was the wrong way round, the spelling was correct all the way through. Snowball read it aloud for the benefit of the others. All the animals nodded in complete agreement, and the cleverer ones at once began to learn the Commandments by heart.
“Now, comrades, ” cried Snowball, throwing down the paint-brush, “to the hayfield! Let us make it a point of honour to get in the harvest more quickly than Jones and his men could do.”
But at this moment the three cows, who had seemed uneasy for some time past, set up a loud lowing. They had not been milked for twenty-four hours, and their udders [50] were almost bursting. After a little thought, the pigs sent for buckets and milked the cows fairly successfully, their trotters being well adapted to this task. Soon there were five buckets of frothing [51] creamy [52] milk at which many of the animals looked with considerable interest.
“What is going to happen to all that milk? ” said someone.
“Jones used sometimes to mix some of it in our mash [53] , ” said one of the hens.
“Never mind the milk, comrades! ” cried Napoleon, placing himself in front of the buckets. “That will be attended to. The harvest is more important. Comrade Snowball will lead the way. I shall follow in a few minutes. Forward, comrades! The hay is waiting.”
So the animals trooped down to the hayfield to begin the harvest, and when they came back in the evening it was noticed that the milk had disappeared.
[1] .pre-eminent [priˈeminənt] a． 优秀的，杰出的
[2] .vivacious [viˈveiʃəs] a． 活泼的
[3] .twinkling [ˈtwiŋkliŋ] a． 闪烁的；闪亮的
[4] .nimble [ˈnimbl] a． 敏捷的
[5] .shrill [ʃril] a． 尖声的
[6] .skip [skip] v． 跳来跳去
[7] .whisk [hwisk] v． 挥动
[8] .elaborate [iˈlæbəreit] v． 详尽阐述
[9] .expound [ikˈspaund] v. （详细）说明，阐明
[10] .apathy [ˈæpəθi] n． 无动于衷
[11] .elementary [ˌeliˈmentəri] a. 初级的
[12] .badge [ˈbædʒ] n． 标识，标记
[13] .lump [lʌmp] a． 成块状的
[14] .linseed [ˈlinsi:d] n． 亚麻籽
[15] .disciple [diˈsaipl] n． 信徒
[16] .lounge [laundʒ] v． 虚度（光阴）
[17] .crust [krʌst] n． 面包皮
[18] .underfeed [ˌʌndəˈfi:d] v． 没喂饱（过去分词underfed）
[19] .bin [bin] n. （贮藏食物的）箱子
[20] .tormentor [tɔ:ˈmentə] n． 折磨者
[21] .butt [bʌt] v． 猛撞
[22] .thrash [θræʃ] v. （用棍、鞭等）痛打
[23] .maltreat [mælˈtri:t] v． 虐待
[24] .croak [krəuk] v． 发嘎嘎声
[25] .gallop [ˈgæləp] v． 飞跑，疾驰
[26] .castrate [kæˈstreit] v． 阉割
[27] .blinker [ˈbliŋkə] n. （马的）眼罩
[28] .degrading [diˈgreidiŋ] a． 可耻的
[29] .caper [ˈkeipə] v． 欢跃，雀跃
[30] .pasture [ˈpɑ:stʃə] n． 牧草地
[31] .knoll [nəul] n． 圆丘；土墩
[32] .command [kəˈmɑ:nd] v． 俯视
[33] .ecstasy [ˈekstəsi] n． 狂喜
[34] .gambol [ˈgæmbəl] v． 跳蹦，雀跃
[35] .dew [dju:] n． 露水
[36] .clod [klɔd] n． 土块
[37] .snuff [snʌf] v． 嗅
[38] .spinney [ˈspini] n． 矮林
[39] .awe [ɔ:] n． 敬畏
[40] .mattress [ˈmætris] n． 床垫；褥子
[41] .lithograph [ˈliθəugrɑ:f] n. 平版画
[42] .mantelpiece [ˈmæntlpi:s] n. 壁炉架
[43] .reproach [riˈprəutʃ] v． 斥责
[44] .stove [stəuv]（stave的过去式和过去分词） v． 穿孔
[45] .unanimous [ju:ˈnæniməs] a. 全体一致的
[46] .knuckle [ˈnʌkl] n. （小牛、猪等的）肘
[47] .inscribe [inˈskraib] v． 题写
[48] .rung [rʌŋ] n. （梯子的）梯级
[49] .tar [tɑ:] v． 涂柏油
[50] .udder [ˈʌdə] n .（牛、羊等的）乳房
[51] .frothing [ˈfrɔθiŋ] a． 充满泡沫的
[52] .creamy [ˈkri:mi] a． 奶油色的
[53] .mash [mæʃ] n． 糊状饲料