The Trumpet of the Swan（天鵝的喇叭）

　　《天鵝的喇叭》是以擬人手法，描寫一隻生下來就發不出聲音的小天鵝，在加拿大營地「認識」了小男孩山姆。天鵝路易士的爸爸為了讓他發出聲音，不顧一切到樂器行搶來一支喇叭。小天鵝很聰明，找山姆去上學、學寫字、學吹喇叭，克服「語言障礙」；他不願父親的名譽受到傷害，而決心以吹喇叭賺錢還債。

　　故事娓娓道來，有親情、友情和愛情，流暢簡潔的文字，讀來格外感人，是一本非常富有人情味的作品。

　　這本書原是為美國保護即滅種的「喇叭天鵝」而寫，但讀起來卻一點也不生硬。因懷特在寫作時，曾研讀「喇叭天鵝」的相關資料，對牠們的生活習性、遷徒路徑等都做了詳細的研究。從知識角度看，這是一本非文學作品；但從頭讀到尾，並不讓人感覺那是為保護即將滅種的天鵝而寫的。

Chapter One

Walking back to camp through the swamp, Sam wondered whether to tell his father what he had seen.

＂I know one thing,＂ he said to himself. ＂Im going back to that little pond again tomorrow. And Id like to go alone. If I tell my father what I saw today, he will want to go with me. Im not sure thats a very good idea.＂

Sam was eleven. His last name was Beaver. He was strong for his age and had black hair and dark eyes like an Indian. Sam walked like an Indian, too, putting one toot straight in front of the other and making very little noise. The swamp through which he was traveling was a wild place--there was no trail, and it was boggy underfoot, which made walking difficult. Every four or five minutes Sam took his compass out of his pocket and checked his course to make sure he was headed in a westerly direction. Canada is a big place. Much of it is wilderness. To get lost in the Woods and swamps of western Canada would be a serious matter.

As he trudged on, the boys mind was full of the wonder of what he had seen. Not in -any people in the world have seen the nest of a Trumpeter Swan. Sam had found one on the lonely pond on this day in spring. He had seen the two great white birds with their long white necks and black bills. Nothing he had ever seen before in all his life had made him feel quite the way he felt, on that wild little pond, in the presence of those two enormous swans. They were so much bigger than any bird he had ever seen before. The nest was big, too--a mound of sticks and grasses. The female was sitting on eggs; the male glided slowly back and forth, guarding her.

When Sam reached camp, tired and hungry, he found his father frying a couple of fish for lunch.

＂Where have you been?＂ asked Mr. Beaver.

＂Exploring,＂ replied Sam. ＂I walked over to a pond about a mile and a half from here. its the one we see from the air as were coming in. It isnt much of a place--nowhere near as big as this lake were on.＂

＂Did you see anything over there?＂ asked his father.

＂Well,＂ said Sam, ＂its a swampy pond with a lot of reeds and cattails. I dont think it would be any good for fishing. And its hard to get to--you have to cross a swamp.＂

See anything?＂ repeated Mr. Beaver.

＂I saw a muskrat,＂ said Sam, a and a few Redwinged Blackbirds.＂

Mr. Beaver looked up from the wood stove, where the fish were sizzling in a pan.

＂Sam,＂ he said, ＂I know you like to go exploring. But dont forget--these woods and marshes are not like the country around home in Montana. If you ever go over to that pond again, be careful you dont get lost. I dont like you crossing swamps. Theyre treacherous. You could step into a soggy place and get bogged down, and there wouldnt be anybody to pull you out.＂

＂Ill be careful,- said Sam. He knew perfectly well he would be going back to the pond where the swans were. And he had no intention of getting lost in the woods. He felt relieved that he had not told his father about seeing the swans, but he felt queer about it, too. Sam was not a sly boy, but he was odd in one respect: he liked to keep things to himself. And he liked being alone, particularly when he was in the woods. He enjoyed the life on his fathers cattle ranch in the Sweet Grass country in Montana. He loved his mother. He loved Duke, his cow pony. He loved riding the range. He loved watching guests who came to board at the Beavers ranch every summer.