著作権の切れた童話「ドリトル先生航海記」から、シンプルで、大学入試にもTOEICにも英検にも有効な練習問題を作成しています。コロンで区切られているのが四語選択問題、スラッシュで区切られているのが四語整序問題です。＊印は難易度の目安で、＊印が多いほど難しい単語になっています。無印は語法・文法等の問題です。楽しみながら英語力を伸ばしていただければ幸いです。
※(58)の解答①(even asked us if)②(bet)③(get away from this) ④(us go up into)⑤(harm)⑥(decent)⑦(ignorant)⑧(discouraged)⑨(hard to get through)⑩(present)⑪(splendid)⑫(set to work at)⑬(which made excellent eating)⑭(supplied)⑮(where)⑯(get glimpses of wonderful)⑰(among)⑱(miss)⑲(bother)⑳(treasure)
(59)
It certainly was a most beautiful insect. It was pale blue underneath; but its back was glossy black with huge ①(it / red / on / spots).
"There isn't an entymologist in the whole world who wouldn't give all he has to be in my shoes to-day," said the Doctor—"Hulloa! This Jabizri's got something on his leg—Doesn't look like mud. I ②*(bet : wonder : achieve : beg)what it is."
He took the beetle carefully out of the box and ③(it / its / held / by ) back in his fingers, where it waved its six legs slowly in the air. We all crowded about him peering at it. Rolled around the middle section of its right foreleg was ④(looked / that / like / something) a thin dried leaf. It was bound on very neatly with strong spider-web.
It was marvelous to see how John Dolittle with his fat heavy fingers undid that cobweb cord and unrolled the leaf, whole, without tearing it or ⑤*(hurting : doubting : preventing : adopting) the precious beetle. The Jabizri he put back into the box. Then he spread the leaf out flat and examined it.
You can imagine our surprise when we found that the inside of the leaf ⑥(signs / with / covered / was) and pictures, drawn so tiny that you almost needed a magnifying-glass to tell what they were. Some of the signs we couldn't ⑦(carry : make : take : look) out at all; but nearly all of the pictures were quite plain, figures of men and mountains mostly. The whole was done in a ⑧*(sensible : curious : rational : false) sort of brown ink.
For several moments there was a dead silence while we all ⑨*(mentioned : exibited : aimed : stared) at the leaf, fascinated and mystified.
"I think this is written in blood," said the Doctor at last. "It turns that color when it's dry. Somebody pricked his ⑩(to / finger / these / make) pictures. It's an old dodge when you're short of ink—but highly unsanitary—What an extraordinary thing to find tied to a beetle's leg! I wish I could talk beetle language, and find out where the Jabizri got it from."
"But what is it?" I asked—"Rows of little pictures and signs. What do you make of it, Doctor?"
"It's a letter," he said—"a picture letter. All these little ⑪(put / mean / things / together ) a message—But why give a message to a beetle to carry—and to a Jabizri, the rarest beetle in the world?—What an extraordinary thing!"
Then he fell to muttering over the pictures.
"I wonder what it means: men walking up a mountain; men walking into a hole in a mountain; a mountain falling down—it's a good drawing, that; men pointing to their open mouths; bars—prison-bars, perhaps; men praying; men lying down—they ⑫(though / look / they / as) might be sick; and last of all, just a mountain—a peculiar-shaped mountain."
All of a sudden the Doctor looked up sharply at me, a wonderful smile of delighted understanding ⑬*(lasting : spreading : following : blowing)over his face.
"LONG ARROW!" he cried, "don't you see, Stubbins?—Why, of course! Only a naturalist ⑭(of / would / doing / think) a thing like this: giving his letter to a beetle—not to a common beetle, but to the rarest of all, one that other naturalists would try to catch—Well, well! Long Arrow!—A picture-letter from Long Arrow. For pictures are the only ⑮(that / writing / knows / he)."
"Yes, but who is the letter to?" I asked.
"It's to me very likely. Miranda had told him, I know, years ago, that some day I meant to come here. But if not for me, then it's for ⑯(who / one / caught / any) the beetle and read it. It's a letter to the world."
"Well, but what does it say? It doesn't seem to me that it's much good to you now you've got it."
"Yes, it is," he said, "because, look, I can read it now. First picture: men walking up a mountain—that's Long Arrow and his party; men going into a hole in a mountain—they enter a ⑰(medicine-plants / for / cave / looking) or mosses; a mountain falling down—some hanging rocks must have slipped and trapped them, imprisoned them in the cave. And this was the only living creature that could carry a message for them to the outside world—a beetle, who could BURROW his way into the open air. Of course it was only a ⑱*(fat : mental : slim : recent) chance that the beetle would be ever caught and the letter read. But it was a chance; and when men are in great danger they ⑲*(release : grab : polish : defend) at any straw of hope.... All right. Now look at the next picture: men pointing to their open mouths—they are hungry; men praying—begging any one who finds this letter to come to their assistance; men lying down—they are sick, or starving. This letter, Stubbins, is their ⑳(help / last / for / cry)."
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※(58)の解答①(even asked us if)②(bet)③(get away from this) ④(us go up into)⑤(harm)⑥(decent)⑦(ignorant)⑧(discouraged)⑨(hard to get through)⑩(present)⑪(splendid)⑫(set to work at)⑬(which made excellent eating)⑭(supplied)⑮(where)⑯(get glimpses of wonderful)⑰(among)⑱(miss)⑲(bother)⑳(treasure)
(59)
It certainly was a most beautiful insect. It was pale blue underneath; but its back was glossy black with huge ①(it / red / on / spots).
"There isn't an entymologist in the whole world who wouldn't give all he has to be in my shoes to-day," said the Doctor—"Hulloa! This Jabizri's got something on his leg—Doesn't look like mud. I ②*(bet : wonder : achieve : beg)what it is."
He took the beetle carefully out of the box and ③(it / its / held / by ) back in his fingers, where it waved its six legs slowly in the air. We all crowded about him peering at it. Rolled around the middle section of its right foreleg was ④(looked / that / like / something) a thin dried leaf. It was bound on very neatly with strong spider-web.
It was marvelous to see how John Dolittle with his fat heavy fingers undid that cobweb cord and unrolled the leaf, whole, without tearing it or ⑤*(hurting : doubting : preventing : adopting) the precious beetle. The Jabizri he put back into the box. Then he spread the leaf out flat and examined it.
You can imagine our surprise when we found that the inside of the leaf ⑥(signs / with / covered / was) and pictures, drawn so tiny that you almost needed a magnifying-glass to tell what they were. Some of the signs we couldn't ⑦(carry : make : take : look) out at all; but nearly all of the pictures were quite plain, figures of men and mountains mostly. The whole was done in a ⑧*(sensible : curious : rational : false) sort of brown ink.
For several moments there was a dead silence while we all ⑨*(mentioned : exibited : aimed : stared) at the leaf, fascinated and mystified.
"I think this is written in blood," said the Doctor at last. "It turns that color when it's dry. Somebody pricked his ⑩(to / finger / these / make) pictures. It's an old dodge when you're short of ink—but highly unsanitary—What an extraordinary thing to find tied to a beetle's leg! I wish I could talk beetle language, and find out where the Jabizri got it from."
"But what is it?" I asked—"Rows of little pictures and signs. What do you make of it, Doctor?"
"It's a letter," he said—"a picture letter. All these little ⑪(put / mean / things / together ) a message—But why give a message to a beetle to carry—and to a Jabizri, the rarest beetle in the world?—What an extraordinary thing!"
Then he fell to muttering over the pictures.
"I wonder what it means: men walking up a mountain; men walking into a hole in a mountain; a mountain falling down—it's a good drawing, that; men pointing to their open mouths; bars—prison-bars, perhaps; men praying; men lying down—they ⑫(though / look / they / as) might be sick; and last of all, just a mountain—a peculiar-shaped mountain."
All of a sudden the Doctor looked up sharply at me, a wonderful smile of delighted understanding ⑬*(lasting : spreading : following : blowing)over his face.
"LONG ARROW!" he cried, "don't you see, Stubbins?—Why, of course! Only a naturalist ⑭(of / would / doing / think) a thing like this: giving his letter to a beetle—not to a common beetle, but to the rarest of all, one that other naturalists would try to catch—Well, well! Long Arrow!—A picture-letter from Long Arrow. For pictures are the only ⑮(that / writing / knows / he)."
"Yes, but who is the letter to?" I asked.
"It's to me very likely. Miranda had told him, I know, years ago, that some day I meant to come here. But if not for me, then it's for ⑯(who / one / caught / any) the beetle and read it. It's a letter to the world."
"Well, but what does it say? It doesn't seem to me that it's much good to you now you've got it."
"Yes, it is," he said, "because, look, I can read it now. First picture: men walking up a mountain—that's Long Arrow and his party; men going into a hole in a mountain—they enter a ⑰(medicine-plants / for / cave / looking) or mosses; a mountain falling down—some hanging rocks must have slipped and trapped them, imprisoned them in the cave. And this was the only living creature that could carry a message for them to the outside world—a beetle, who could BURROW his way into the open air. Of course it was only a ⑱*(fat : mental : slim : recent) chance that the beetle would be ever caught and the letter read. But it was a chance; and when men are in great danger they ⑲*(release : grab : polish : defend) at any straw of hope.... All right. Now look at the next picture: men pointing to their open mouths—they are hungry; men praying—begging any one who finds this letter to come to their assistance; men lying down—they are sick, or starving. This letter, Stubbins, is their ⑳(help / last / for / cry)."
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