In the late summer of that year, the narrator lived in a village that overlooked a river and mountains. Troops were frequently marching along the road near the house, stirring up dust and fallen leaves. There was fighting in the nearby mountains, with flashes seen at night from artillery fire. Many military vehicles passed along the roads, including trucks carrying supplies and guns covered with branches. One night, the narrator receives news that his wife Catherine has had a hemorrhage and it is very dangerous. He prays fervently that she will not die. When he sees her, Catherine says she knows she is going to die and hates it. Despite the doctor's urging her not to talk, she exchanges some final

1. CHAPTER-1
In the late summer of that year, we lived in a house in a village that looked across
the river and the plain to the mountains. In the bed ofthe river, there were pebbles
and boulders, dry and white in the sun, and the water was clear and swiftly
moving and blue in the channels. Troops went by the house and down the road
and the dust they raised powdered the leaves of the trees. The trunks of the trees
too were dusty, and the leaves fell early that year and we saw the troops marching
along the road and the dustrising and leaves, stirred by the breeze, falling and the
soldiers marching and afterwards the road bare and white except for the leaves.
The plain was rich with crops;there were many orchards of fruit trees and beyond
the plain, the mountains were brown and bare. There was fighting in the
mountains and at night we could see the flashes from the artillery. In the dark, it
was like summer lightning, but the nights were cooland there was not the feeling
of a storm coming. Sometimes in the dark, we heard the troops marching under
the window and guns going past pulled by motor tractors. There was much traffic
at night and many mules on the roads with boxes of ammunition on each side of
their pack-saddles and gray motor trucks that carried men, and other trucks with
loads covered with canvas that moved slower in the traffic. There were big guns
too that passed in the day drawn by tractors, the long barrels of the guns covered
with green branches and green leafy branches and vines laid over the tractors. To
the north we could look across a valley and see a forest of chestnut trees and
behind it another mountain on this side of the river. There was fighting for that

2. mountain too, but it was not successful, and in the fall when the rains came the
leaves all fell from the chestnut trees and the branches were bare and the trunks
black with rain. The vineyards were thin and bare-branched too and all the
country wet and brownand dead with the autumn. There were mists over the river
and clouds on the mountain and the trucks splashed mud on the road and the
troops were muddy and wet in their capes; their rifles were wet and under their
capes the two leather cartridge-boxes on the front of the belts, gray leather boxes
heavy with the packs of clips of thin, long 6.5 mm. cartridges, bulged forward
under the capes so that the men, passing on the road, marched as though they
were six months gone with child. There were small gray motor cars that passed
going very fast; usually there was an officer on the seat with the driver and more
officers in the back seat. They splashed more mud than the camions even and if
one of the officers in the back was very small and sitting between two generals,
he himself so small that you could not see his face but only the top of his cap and
his narrow back, and if the car went especially fast it was probably the King. He
lived in Udine and came out in this way nearly the King. He lived in Udine and
came out in this way nearly every day to see how things were going, and things
went very badly. At the start of the winter came the permanent rain and with the
rain came the cholera. But it was checked and in the end only seven thousand
died of it in the army.

3. ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
ERNEST HEMINGWAY was born in Oak Park, Illinois, in 1899, and began his
writing career for _The Kansas City Star_ in 1917. During the First World War,
he volunteered as an ambulance driver on the Italian front but was invalided
home, having been seriously wounded while serving with the infantry. In 1921
Hemingway settled in Paris, where he became part of the expatriate circle of
Gertrude Stein, F. ScottFitzgerald, Ezra Pound, and Ford Madox Ford. His first
book, _Three Stories and Ten Poems_, was published in Paris in 1923 and was
followed by the shortstory selection _In Our Time_, which marked his American
debut in 1925. With the appearance of _The Sun Also Rises_ in 1926,
Hemingway became notonly the voice ofthe "lostgeneration" but the preeminent
writer of his time. This was followed by _Men Without Women_ in 1927 when
Hemingway returned to the United States, and his novel of the Italian front, _A
Farewell to Arms_ (1929). In the 1930s, Hemingway settled in Key West, and
later in Cuba, but he travelled widely--to Spain, Italy, and Africa--and wrote
about his experiences in _Death in the Afternoon_ (1932), his classic treatise on
bullfighting, and _Green Hills of Africa_ (1935), an accountofbig-game hunting
in Africa. Later he reported on the Spanish Civil War, which became the
background forhis brilliant war novel, _ForWhomthe Bell Tolls_ (1939), hunted
Uboats in the Caribbean, and covered the European front during the Second
World War. Hemingway's most popular work, _The Old Man and the Sea_, was
awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 1953, and in 1954 Hemingway won the Nobel Prize
in Literature "for his powerful, style-forming mastery ofthe art ofnarration." One
of the most important influences on the development of the short story and novel
in American fiction, Hemingway has seized the imagination of the American
public like no other twentieth imagination of the American public like no other
twentieth-century author. He died, by suicide, in Ketchum, Idaho, in 1961. His
other works include _The Torrents of Spring_ (1926), _Winner Take Nothing_
(1933), _To Have and Have Not_ (1937), _The Fifth Column and the First Forty-
Nine Stories_ (1938), _Across the River and into the Trees_ (1950), and
posthumously, _A Moveable Feast_ (1964), _Islands in the Stream_ (1970), _The
Dangerous Summer_ (1985), and _The Garden of Eden_ (1986).

4. Chapter-41 (Last Two Pages)
“What is wrong?” “Mrs. Henry has had a hemorrhage.” “Can I go in?” “No, not yet.
The doctor is with her.” “Is it dangerous?” “It is very dangerous.” The nurse went into
the room and shut the door. I sat outside in the hail. Everything was gone inside of me.
I did not think. I could not think. I knew she was going to die and I prayed that she
would not. Don’t let her die. Oh, God, please don’t let her die. I’ll do anything for you
if you won’t let her die. Please, please, please, dear God, don’t let her die. Dear God,
don’t let her die. Please, please, please don’t let her die. God please make her not die.
I’ll do anything you say if you don’t let her die. You took the baby but don’t let her die.
That was all right but don’t let her die. Please, please, dear God, don’t let her die. The
nurse opened the door and motioned with her finger for me to come. I followed her into
the room. Catherine did not look up when I came in. I went over to the side of the bed.
The doctor was standing by the bed on the opposite side. Catherine looked at me and
smiled. I bent down over the bed and started to cry. “Poor darling,” Catherine said very
softly. She looked gray. “You’re all right, Cat,” I said. “You’re going to be all right.”
“I’m going to die,” she said; then waited and said, “I hate it.” I took her hand. “Don’t
touch me,” she said. I let go of her hand. She smiled. “Poor darling. You touch me all
you want.” “You’ll be all right, Cat. I know you’ll be all right.” “I meant to write you a
letter to have if anything happened, but I didn’t do it.” “Do you want me to get a priest
or any one to come and see you?” “Just you,” she said. Then a little later, “I’m not
afraid. I just hate it.” “You must not talk so much,” the doctor said. “All right,”
Catherine said. “Do you want me to do anything, Cat? Can I get you anything?”
Catherine smiled, “No.” Then a little later, “You won’t do our things with another girl,

5. or say the same things, will you?” “Never.” “I want you to have girls, though.” “I don’t
want them.” “You are talking too much,” the doctor said. “Mr. Henry must go out. He
can come back again later. You are not going to die. You must not be silly.” “All right,”
Catherine said. “I’ll come and stay with you nights,” she said. It was very hard for her
to talk. “Please go out of the room,” the doctor said. “You cannot talk.” Catherine
winked at me, her face gray. “I’ll be right outside,” I said. “Don’t worry, darling,”
Catherine said. “I’m not a bit afraid. It’s just a dirty trick.” “You dear, brave sweet.” I
waited outside in the hall. I waited a long time. The nurse came to the door and came
over to me. “I’m afraid Mrs. Henry is very ill,” she said. “I’m afraid for her.” “Is she
dead?” “No, but she is unconscious.” It seems she had one hemorrhage after another.
They couldn’t stop it. I went into the room and stayed with Catherine until she died.
She was unconscious all the time, and it did not take her very long to die. Outside the
room, in the hall, I spoke to the doctor, “Is there anything I can do to-night?” “No. There
is nothing to do. Can I take you to your hotel?” “No, thank you. I am going to stay here
a while.” “I know there is nothing to say. I cannot tell you—”
“No,” I said. “There’s nothing to say.” “Good-night,” he said. “I cannot take you to your
hotel?” “No, thank you.” “It was the only thing to do,” he said. “The operation proved—
” “I do not want to talk about it,” I said. “I would like to take you to your hotel.” “No,
thank you.” He went down the hall. I went to the door of the room. “You can’t come in
now,” one of the nurses said. “Yes I can,” I said. “You can’t come in yet.” “You get
out,” I said. “The other one too.” But after I had got them out and shut the door and
turned off the light it wasn’t any good. It was like saying good-by to a statue. After a
while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain.