Английский с Джеком Лондоном. Золотой каньон. Рассказы / Jack London. All Gold Canyon. Stories - стр. 27
As the cross-cuts decreased, showing that the sides of the “V” were converging, the depth of the “V” increased. The gold-trace was dipping into the hill. It was only at thirty inches beneath the surface that he could get colors in his pan. The dirt he found at twenty-five inches from the surface, and at thirty-five inches, yielded barren pans. At the base of the “V,” by the water’s edge, he had found the gold colors at the grass roots. The higher he went up the hill, the deeper the gold dipped. To dig a hole three feet deep in order to get one test-pan was a task of no mean magnitude; while between the man and the apex intervened an untold number of such holes to be dug. “An’ there’s no tellin’ how much deeper it’ll pitch,” he sighed, in a moment’s pause, while his fingers soothed his aching back.
Feverish with desire (горящий желанием; fever – жар, лихорадка), with aching back and stiffening muscles (с ноющей спиной и онемевшими мышцами), with pick and shovel gouging and mauling the soft brown earth (киркой и лопатой долбя и разрывая мягкую коричневую землю), the man toiled up the hill (человек обрабатывал склон). Before him was the smooth slope (перед ним был гладкий склон), spangled with flowers and made sweet with their breath (усеянный цветами и сладкий: «сделанный сладким» от их дыхания). Behind him was devastation (позади него было опустошение). It looked like some terrible eruption breaking out on the smooth skin of the hill (это выглядело как ужасная сыпь, высыпавшая на гладкой коже холма;