guard [gRd], faith [feIT], canister ['kxnIstq]
Occasionally they lapsed normal, and during one of these sane intervals, the chief bone of contention, the sugar, had been divided equally between them. They guarded their separate sacks, stored up in the cache, with jealous eyes; for there were but a few cupfuls left, and they were totally devoid of faith in each other. But one day Cuthfert made a mistake. Hardly able to move, sick with pain, with his head swimming and eyes blinded, he crept into the cache, sugar canister in hand, and mistook Weatherbee's sack for his own.
January had been born but a few days when this occurred (всего лишь за несколько дней до этого события родился =
occur [q'kW], evanescent ["Jvq'nesnt], earnest ['WnIst]
January had been born but a few days when this occurred. The sun had some time since passed its lowest southern declination, and at meridian now threw flaunting streaks of yellow light upon the northern sky. On the day following his mistake with the sugar-bag, Cuthfert found himself feeling better, both in body and in spirit. As noontime drew near and the day brightened, he dragged himself outside to feast on the evanescent glow, which was to him an earnest of the sun's future intentions. Weatherbee was also feeling somewhat better, and crawled out beside him. They propped themselves in the snow beneath the moveless wind-vane, and waited.
The stillness of death was about them (вокруг них была смертельная тишина). In other climes, when nature falls into such moods (в другом климате, когда природа впадает в такое настроение), there is a subdued air of expectancy (есть смягченная атмосфера надежды), a waiting for some small voice to take up the broken strain (ожидание некоего тихого голоса, который снимет неустойчивое напряжение;
aeon ['Jqn], future ['fjHCq], eternity [I'tWnItI]
The stillness of death was about them. In other climes, when nature falls into such moods, there is a subdued air of expectancy, a waiting for some small voice to take up the broken strain. Not so in the North. The two men had lived seeming aeons in this ghostly peace. They could remember no song of the past; they could conjure no song of the future. This unearthly calm had always been, — the tranquil silence of eternity.