THE STORY OF MY LIFE
第一篇 我生活的故事
CHAPTER I 第1章 早期的光明 2
CHAPTER II 第2章 童年的记忆 10
CHAPTER III 第3章 寻找希望 21
CHAPTER IV 第4章 重塑生命 28
CHAPTER V 第5章 认识大自然 34
CHAPTER VI 第6章 领悟爱的真谛 39
CHAPTER VII 第7章 沐浴知识的阳光 45
CHAPTER VIII 第8章 欢乐的圣诞节 56
CHAPTER IX 第9章 波士顿之旅 59
CHAPTER X 第10章 和大海亲密接触 64
CHAPTER XI 第11章 山间秋季 68
CHAPTER XII 第12章 洁白的冰雪世界 75
CHAPTER XIII 第13章 我要说话 79
CHAPTER XIV 第14章 《霜王》事件 85
CHAPTER XV 第15章 世界博览会 99
CHAPTER XVI 第16章 学习拉丁文 105
CHAPTER XVII 第17章 客居纽约的学习生活 108
CHAPTER XVIII 第18章 剑桥女子中学 112
CHAPTER XIX 第19章 冲出困境 120
CHAPTER XX 第20章 实现大学的梦想 127
CHAPTER XXI 第21章 爱书如命 138
CHAPTER XXII 第22章 享受多彩的生活 156
CHAPTER XXIII 第23章 永远的朋友 174
THREE DAYS TO SEE
第二篇 假如给我三天光明
Spend Your Days 珍惜每一天 190
The First Day 第一天 196
The Second Day 第二天 201
The Third Day 第三天 207
《大美百科全书 海伦?凯勒传》 213
內容試閱：
I was born on June 27, 1880, in Tuscumbia, a little town of northern Alabama.
The family on my fathers side is descended from Caspar Keller, a native of Switzerland, who settled in Maryland. One of my Swiss ancestors was the first teacher of the deaf in Zurich and wrote a book on the subject of their education- rather a singular coincidence; though it is true that there is no king who has not had a slave among his ancestors, and no slave who has not had a king among his.
My grandfather, Caspar Kellers son, enteredlarge tracts of land in Alabama and finally settled there. I have been told that once a year he went from Tuscumbia to Philadelphia on horseback to purchase supplies for the plantation, and my aunt has in her possession many of the letters to his family, which give charming and vivid accounts of these trips.
My Grandmother Keller was a daughter of one of Lafayettes aides, Alexander Moore, and granddaughter of Alexander Spotswood, an early Colonial Governor of Virginia. She was also second cousin to Robert E. Lee.
My father, Arthur H. Keller, was a captain in the Confederate Army, and my mother, Kate Adams, was his second wife and many years younger. Her grandfather, Benjamin Adams, married Susanna E. Goodhue, and lived in Newbury, Massachusetts, for many years. Their son, Charles Adams, was born in Newburyport, Massachusetts, and moved to Helena, Arkansas. When the Civil War broke out, he fought on the side of the South and became a brigadier-general. He married Lucy Helen Everett, who belonged to the same family of Everett as Edward Everett and Dr. Edward Everett Hale. After the war was over the family moved to Memphis, Tennessee.
I lived, up to the time of the illness that deprived me of my sight and hearing, in a tiny house consisting of a large square room and a small one, in which the servant slept. It is a custom in the South to build a small house near the homestead as an annex to be used on occasion. Such a house my father built after the Civil War, and when he married my mother they went to live in it. It was completely covered with vines, climbing roses and honeysuckles. From the garden it looked like an arbour. The little porch was hidden from view by a screen of yellow roses and Southern smilax. It was the favourite haunt of humming-birds and bees.
The Keller homestead, where the family lived, was a few steps from our little rose-bower. It was called Ivy Green because the house and the surrounding trees and fences were covered with beautiful English ivy. Its old-fashioned garden was the paradise of my childhood.
Even in the days before my teacher came, I used to feel along the square stiff boxwood hedges, and, guided by the sense of smell, would find the first violets and lilies. There, too, after a fit of temper, I went to find comfort and to hide my hot face in the cool leaves and grass.
What joy it was to lose myself in that garden of flowers, to wander happily from spot to spot, until, coming suddenly upon a beautiful vine, I recognized it by its leaves and blossoms, and knew it was the vine which covered the tumble-down summer-house at the farther end of the garden! Here, also, were trailing clematis, drooping jessamine, and some rare sweet flowers called butterfly lilies, because their fragile petals resemble butterflies wings. But the roses-they were loveliest of all. Never have I found in the greenhouses of the North such heart-satisfying roses as the climbing roses of my southern home. They used to hang in long festoons from our porch, filling the whole air with their fragrance, untainted by any earthy smell; and in the early morning, washed in the dew, they felt so soft, so pure, I could not help wondering if they did not resemble the asphodels of Gods garden.
The beginning of my life was simple and much like every other little life. I came, I saw, I conquered, as the first baby in the family always does. There was the usual amount of discussion as to a name for me. The first baby in the family was not to be lightly named, every one was emphatic about that. My father suggested the name of Mildred Campbell, an ancestor whom he highly esteemed, and he declined to take any further part in the discussion. My mother solved the problem by giving it as her wish that I should be called after her mother, whose maiden name was Helen Everett.
But in the excitement of carrying me to church my father lost the name on the way, very naturally, since it was one in which he had declined to have a part. When the minister asked him for it, he just remembered that it had been decided to call me after my grandmother, and he gave her name as Helen Adams.
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