◆hostile adj. 不友好的,有敌意的
be hostile to / be unfriendly to
antagonistic: 对抗性的,敌对的
effensive: 进攻性的
Eg: I took notice of his evvensive remarks.
aggressive; 挑畔的

◆vicinity n. 周围,近邻
in the vicinity / in the nerborhood 比后一个正式 (书面用词)
I often visit the fair in the vicinity.
vicinity: about
in the vicinity of
He is in thevicinity of fifty. 他大约50岁吧。
the inhabitant of the vicinity

◆architectural adj. 建筑的
◆fresco n. 壁画
◆abruptly adv. 突然地,意外地
◆tramp v. 徒步行进
◆moor v. (用绳、链、锚)系(船)
◆ferry v. (用渡船)运
◆straggle v. 蔓延,散乱分布
◆dilapidated adj. 陈旧破烂的,倒塌的
dilapidate vt. 使倒塌,便破损
dilapidation n.
batter v. 撞坏,撞击
battered adj.
Eg: It is easy to recognize the battered car.
run down 渐渐变糟,恶化; run-down: 渐渐被恶化的

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L48-04  begin  10’11”

Eg: The doctor had not to do with his run-down renew.

◆sardine n. 沙丁鱼,沙丁鱼罐头
◆rag n. 破烂衣服
◆motionless adj. 不动的
◆procession adj. 不动的
◆shawl n. 披巾,围巾
◆peer v. 凝视,盯着
◆quicken v. 加快

§ Lesson 48 The silent village 沉默的村庄
Listen to the tape then answer the question below.
Why was the village silent?

In this much-travelled world, there are still thousands of places which are inaccessible to tourists. We always assume that villagers in remote places are friendly and hospitable. But people who are cut off not only from foreign tourists, but even from their own countrymen can be hostile to travellers. Visits to really remote villages are seldom enjoyable -- as my wife and I discovered during a tour through the Balkans.
We had spent several days in a small town and visited a number of old churches in the vicinity. These attracted many visitors, for they were not only of great architectural interest, but contained a large number of beautifully preserved frescoes as well. On the day before our departure, several bus loads of tourists descended on the town. This was more than we could bear, so we decided to spend our last day exploring the countryside. Taking a path which led out of the town, we crossed a few fields until we came to a dense wood. We expected the path to end abruptly, but we found that it traced its way through the trees. We tramped through the wood for over two hours until we arrived at a deep stream. We could see that the path continued on the other side, but we had no idea how we could get across the stream. Suddenly my wife spotted a boat moored to the bank. In it there was a boatman fast asleep. We gently woke him up and asked him to ferry us to the other side. Though he was reluctant to do so at first, we eventually persuaded him to take us.
The path led to a tiny village perched on the steep sides of a mountain. The place consisted of a straggling unmade road which was lined on either side by small houses. Even under a clear blue sky, the village looked forbidding, as all the houses were built of grey mud bricks. The village seemed deserted, the only sign of life being an ugly-looking black goat on a short length of rope tied to a tree in a field nearby. Sitting down on a dilapidated wooden fence near the field, we opened a couple of tins of sardines and had a picnic lunch. All at once, I noticed that my wife seemed to be filled with alarm. Looking up I saw that we were surrounded by children in rags who were looking at us silently as we ate. We offered them food and spoke to them kindly, but they remained motionless. I concluded that they were simply shy of strangers. When we later walked down the main street of the villager, we were followed by a silent procession of children. The village which had seemed deserted, immediately came to life. Faces appeared at windows. Men in shirt sleeves stood outside their houses and glared at us. Old women in black shawls peered at us from doorways. The most frightening thing of all was that not a sound could be heard. There was no doubt that we were unwelcome visitors. We needed no further warning. Turning back down the main street, we quickened our pace and made our way rapidly towards the stream where we hoped the boatman was waiting.