TomwasintroducedtotheJudge;buthistonguewastied,hisbreathwouldhardlycome,hisheartquaked——partlybecauseoftheawfulgreatnessoftheman,butmainlybecausehewasherparent。Hewouldhavelikedtofalldownandworshiphim,ifitwereinthedark。TheJudgeputhishandonTom’sheadandcalledhimafinelittleman,andaskedhimwhathisnamewas。Theboystammered,gasped,andgotitout:
"Tom。"
"Oh,no,notTom——itis——"
"Thomas。"
"Ah,that’sit。Ithoughttherewasmoretoit,maybe。That’sverywell。Butyou’veanotheroneIdaresay,andyou’lltellittome,won’tyou?"
"Tellthegentlemanyourothername,Thomas,"saidWalters,"andsaysir。Youmustn’tforgetyourmanners。"
"ThomasSawyer——sir。"
"That’sit!That’sagoodboy。Fineboy。Fine,manlylittlefellow。
Twothousandversesisagreatmany——very,verygreatmany。Andyounevercanbesorryforthetroubleyoutooktolearnthem;forknowledgeisworthmorethananythingthereisintheworld;it’swhatmakesgreatmenandgoodmen;you’llbeagreatmanandagoodmanyourself,someday,Thomas,andthenyou’lllookbackandsay,It’sallowingtothepreciousSunday—schoolprivilegesofmyboyhood——it’sallowingtomydearteachersthattaughtmetolearn——it’sallowingtothegoodsuperintendent,whoencouragedme,andwatchedoverme,andgavemeabeautifulBible——asplendidelegantBible——tokeepandhaveitallformyown,always——it’sallowingtorightbringingup!Thatiswhatyouwillsay,Thomas——andyouwouldn’ttakeanymoneyforthosetwothousandverses——noindeedyouwouldn’t。
Andnowyouwouldn’tmindtellingmeandthisladysomeofthethingsyou’velearned——no,Iknowyouwouldn’t——forweareproudoflittleboysthatlearn。Now,nodoubtyouknowthenamesofallthetwelvedisciples。Won’tyoutellusthenamesofthefirsttwothatwereappointed?"
Tomwastuggingatabutton—holeandlookingsheepish。Heblushed,now,andhiseyesfell。Mr。Walters’heartsankwithinhim。Hesaidtohimself,itisnotpossiblethattheboycananswerthesimplestquestion——whydidtheJudgeaskhim?Yethefeltobligedtospeakupandsay:
"Answerthegentleman,Thomas——don’tbeafraid。"
Tomstillhungfire。
"NowIknowyou’lltellme,"saidthelady。"Thenamesofthefirsttwodiscipleswere——"
"DAVIDANDGOLIAH!"
Letusdrawthecurtainofcharityovertherestofthescene。
TheAdventuresofTomSawyer:Chapter5CHAPTERVABOUThalf—pasttenthecrackedbellofthesmallchurchbegantoring,andpresentlythepeoplebegantogatherforthemorningsermon。TheSunday—schoolchildrendistributedthemselvesaboutthehouseandoccupiedpewswiththeirparents,soastobeundersupervision。AuntPollycame,andTomandSidandMarysatwithher——Tombeingplacednexttheaisle,inorderthathemightbeasfarawayfromtheopenwindowandtheseductiveoutsidesummerscenesaspossible。Thecrowdfileduptheaisles:theagedandneedypostmaster,whohadseenbetterdays;themayorandhiswife——fortheyhadamayorthere,amongotherunnecessaries;thejusticeofthepeace;
thewidowDouglass,fair,smart,andforty,agenerous,good—heartedsoulandwell—to—do,herhillmansiontheonlypalaceinthetown,andthemosthospitableandmuchthemostlavishinthematteroffestivitiesthatSt。
Petersburgcouldboast;thebentandvenerableMajorandMrs。Ward;lawyerRiverson,thenewnotablefromadistance;nextthebelleofthevillage,followedbyatroopoflawn—cladandribbon—deckedyoungheart—breakers;
thenalltheyoungclerksintowninabody——fortheyhadstoodinthevestibulesuckingtheircane—heads,acirclingwallofoiledandsimperingadmirers,tillthelastgirlhadruntheirgantlet;andlastofallcametheModelBoy,WillieMufferson,takingasheedfulcareofhismotherasifshewerecutglass。Healwaysbroughthismothertochurch,andwastheprideofallthematrons。Theboysallhatedhim,hewassogood。Andbesides,hehadbeen"thrownuptothem"somuch。Hiswhitehandkerchiefwashangingoutofhispocketbehind,asusualonSundays——accidentally。
Tomhadnohandkerchief,andhelookeduponboyswhohadassnobs。
Thecongregationbeingfullyassembled,now,thebellrangoncemore,towarnlaggardsandstragglers,andthenasolemnhushfelluponthechurchwhichwasonlybrokenbythetitteringandwhisperingofthechoirinthegallery。Thechoiralwaystitteredandwhisperedallthroughservice。Therewasonceachurchchoirthatwasnotill—bred,butIhaveforgottenwhereitwas,now。Itwasagreatmanyyearsago,andIcanscarcelyrememberanythingaboutit,butIthinkitwasinsomeforeigncountry。
Theministergaveoutthehymn,andreaditthroughwitharelish,inapeculiarstylewhichwasmuchadmiredinthatpartofthecountry。
Hisvoicebeganonamediumkeyandclimbedsteadilyuptillitreachedacertainpoint,whereitborewithstrongemphasisuponthetopmostwordandthenplungeddownasiffromaspring—board:
ShallIbecar—ri—edtoetheskies,onflow’rybedsofease,Whilstothersfighttowintheprize,andsailthro’blood—yseas?Hewasregardedasawonderfulreader。Atchurch"sociables"hewasalwayscalledupontoreadpoetry;andwhenhewasthrough,theladieswouldliftuptheirhandsandletthemfallhelplesslyintheirlaps,and"wall"theireyes,andshaketheirheads,asmuchastosay,"Wordscannotexpressit;
itistoobeautiful,toobeautifulforthismortalearth。"
Afterthehymnhadbeensung,theRev。Mr。Spragueturnedhimselfintoabulletin—board,andreadoff"notices"ofmeetingsandsocietiesandthingstillitseemedthatthelistwouldstretchouttothecrackofdoom——aqueercustomwhichisstillkeptupinAmerica,evenincities,awayhereinthisageofabundantnewspapers。Often,thelessthereistojustifyatraditionalcustom,theharderitistogetridofit。
Andnowtheministerprayed。Agood,generousprayeritwas,andwentintodetails:itpleadedforthechurch,andthelittlechildrenofthechurch;fortheotherchurchesofthevillage;forthevillageitself;
forthecounty;fortheState;fortheStateofficers;fortheUnitedStates;
forthechurchesoftheUnitedStates;forCongress;forthePresident;
fortheofficersoftheGovernment;forpoorsailors,tossedbystormyseas;fortheoppressedmillionsgroaningundertheheelofEuropeanmonarchiesandOrientaldespotisms;forsuchashavethelightandthegoodtidings,andyethavenoteyestoseenorearstohearwithal;fortheheatheninthefarislandsofthesea;andclosedwithasupplicationthatthewordshewasabouttospeakmightfindgraceandfavor,andbeasseedsowninfertileground,yieldingintimeagratefulharvestofgood。Amen。
Therewasarustlingofdresses,andthestandingcongregationsatdown。Theboywhosehistorythisbookrelatesdidnotenjoytheprayer,heonlyenduredit——ifheevendidthatmuch。Hewasrestiveallthroughit;hekepttallyofthedetailsoftheprayer,unconsciously——forhewasnotlistening,butheknewthegroundofold,andtheclergyman’sregularrouteoverit——andwhenalittletrifleofnewmatterwasinterlarded,hiseardetecteditandhiswholenatureresentedit;heconsideredadditionsunfair,andscoundrelly。Inthemidstoftheprayeraflyhadlitonthebackofthepewinfrontofhimandtorturedhisspiritbycalmlyrubbingitshandstogether,embracingitsheadwithitsarms,andpolishingitsovigorouslythatitseemedtoalmostpartcompanywiththebody,andtheslenderthreadofaneckwasexposedtoview;scrapingitswingswithitshindlegsandsmoothingthemtoitsbodyasiftheyhadbeencoat—tails;
goingthroughitswholetoiletastranquillyasifitknewitwasperfectlysafe。Asindeeditwas;forassorelyasTom’shandsitchedtograbforittheydidnotdare——hebelievedhissoulwouldbeinstantlydestroyedifhedidsuchathingwhiletheprayerwasgoingon。Butwiththeclosingsentencehishandbegantocurveandstealforward;andtheinstantthe"Amen"wasouttheflywasaprisonerofwar。Hisauntdetectedtheactandmadehimletitgo。
Theministergaveouthistextanddronedalongmonotonouslythroughanargumentthatwassoprosythatmanyaheadbyandbybegantonod——
andyetitwasanargumentthatdealtinlimitlessfireandbrimstoneandthinnedthepredestinedelectdowntoacompanysosmallastobehardlyworththesaving。Tomcountedthepagesofthesermon;afterchurchhealwaysknewhowmanypagestherehadbeen,butheseldomknewanythingelseaboutthediscourse。However,thistimehewasreallyinterestedforalittlewhile。Theministermadeagrandandmovingpictureoftheassemblingtogetheroftheworld’shostsatthemillenniumwhenthelionandthelambshouldliedowntogetherandalittlechildshouldleadthem。Butthepathos,thelesson,themoralofthegreatspectaclewerelostupontheboy;heonlythoughtoftheconspicuousnessoftheprincipalcharacterbeforetheon—lookingnations;hisfacelitwiththethought,andhesaidtohimselfthathewishedhecouldbethatchild,ifitwasatamelion。
Nowhelapsedintosufferingagain,asthedryargumentwasresumed。
Presentlyhebethoughthimofatreasurehehadandgotitout。Itwasalargeblackbeetlewithformidablejaws——a"pinchbug,"hecalledit。
Itwasinapercussion—capbox。Thefirstthingthebeetledidwastotakehimbythefinger。Anaturalfillipfollowed,thebeetlewentflounderingintotheaisleandlitonitsback,andthehurtfingerwentintotheboy’smouth。Thebeetlelaythereworkingitshelplesslegs,unabletoturnover。
Tomeyedit,andlongedforit;butitwassafeoutofhisreach。Otherpeopleuninterestedinthesermonfoundreliefinthebeetle,andtheyeyedittoo。Presentlyavagrantpoodledogcameidlingalong,sadatheart,lazywiththesummersoftnessandthequiet,wearyofcaptivity,sighingforchange。Hespiedthebeetle;thedroopingtailliftedandwagged。Hesurveyedtheprize;walkedaroundit;smeltatitfromasafedistance;
walkedarounditagain;grewbolder,andtookaclosersmell;thenliftedhislipandmadeagingerlysnatchatit,justmissingit;madeanother,andanother;begantoenjoythediversion;subsidedtohisstomachwiththebeetlebetweenhispaws,andcontinuedhisexperiments;grewwearyatlast,andthenindifferentandabsent—minded。Hisheadnodded,andlittlebylittlehischindescendedandtouchedtheenemy,whoseizedit。Therewasasharpyelp,aflirtofthepoodle’shead,andthebeetlefellacoupleofyardsaway,andlitonitsbackoncemore。Theneighboringspectatorsshookwithagentleinwardjoy,severalfaceswentbehindfansandhandkerchiefs,andTomwasentirelyhappy。Thedoglookedfoolish,andprobablyfeltso;
buttherewasresentmentinhisheart,too,andacravingforrevenge。
Sohewenttothebeetleandbeganawaryattackonitagain;jumpingatitfromeverypointofacircle,lightingwithhisfore—pawswithinaninchofthecreature,makingevenclosersnatchesatitwithhisteeth,andjerkinghisheadtillhisearsflappedagain。Buthegrewtiredoncemore,afterawhile;triedtoamusehimselfwithaflybutfoundnorelief;
followedanantaround,withhisnoseclosetothefloor,andquicklyweariedofthat;yawned,sighed,forgotthebeetleentirely,andsatdownonit。
Thentherewasawildyelpofagonyandthepoodlewentsailinguptheaisle;theyelpscontinued,andsodidthedog;hecrossedthehouseinfrontofthealtar;heflewdowntheotheraisle;hecrossedbeforethedoors;heclamoredupthehome—stretch;hisanguishgrewwithhisprogress,tillpresentlyhewasbutawoollycometmovinginitsorbitwiththegleamandthespeedoflight。Atlastthefranticsufferersheeredfromitscourse,andsprangintoitsmaster’slap;heflungitoutofthewindow,andthevoiceofdistressquicklythinnedawayanddiedinthedistance。
Bythistimethewholechurchwasred—facedandsuffocatingwithsuppressedlaughter,andthesermonhadcometoadeadstandstill。Thediscoursewasresumedpresently,butitwentlameandhalting,allpossibilityofimpressivenessbeingatanend;foreventhegravestsentimentswereconstantlybeingreceivedwithasmotheredburstofunholymirth,undercoverofsomeremotepew—back,asifthepoorparsonhadsaidararelyfacetiousthing。Itwasagenuinerelieftothewholecongregationwhentheordealwasoverandthebenedictionpronounced。
TomSawyerwenthomequitecheerful,thinkingtohimselfthattherewassomesatisfactionaboutdivineservicewhentherewasabitofvarietyinit。Hehadbutonemarringthought;hewaswillingthatthedogshouldplaywithhispinchbug,buthedidnotthinkitwasuprightinhimtocarryitoff。
TheAdventuresofTomSawyer:Chapter6CHAPTERVIMONDAYmorningfoundTomSawyermiserable。Mondaymorningalwaysfoundhimso——becauseitbegananotherweek’sslowsufferinginschool。Hegenerallybeganthatdaywithwishinghehadhadnointerveningholiday,itmadethegoingintocaptivityandfettersagainsomuchmoreodious。
Tomlaythinking。Presentlyitoccurredtohimthathewishedhewassick;thenhecouldstayhomefromschool。Herewasavaguepossibility。
Hecanvassedhissystem。Noailmentwasfound,andheinvestigatedagain。
Thistimehethoughthecoulddetectcolickysymptoms,andhebegantoencouragethemwithconsiderablehope。Buttheysoongrewfeeble,andpresentlydiedwhollyaway。Hereflectedfurther。Suddenlyhediscoveredsomething。
Oneofhisupperfrontteethwasloose。Thiswaslucky;hewasabouttobegintogroan,asa"starter,"ashecalledit,whenitoccurredtohimthatifhecameintocourtwiththatargument,hisauntwouldpullitout,andthatwouldhurt。Sohethoughthewouldholdthetoothinreserveforthepresent,andseekfurther。Nothingofferedforsomelittletime,andthenherememberedhearingthedoctortellaboutacertainthingthatlaidupapatientfortwoorthreeweeksandthreatenedtomakehimloseafinger。
Sotheboyeagerlydrewhissoretoefromunderthesheetandhelditupforinspection。Butnowhedidnotknowthenecessarysymptoms。However,itseemedwellworthwhiletochanceit,sohefelltogroaningwithconsiderablespirit。
ButSidsleptonunconscious。
Tomgroanedlouder,andfanciedthathebegantofeelpaininthetoe。
NoresultfromSid。
Tomwaspantingwithhisexertionsbythistime。Hetookarestandthenswelledhimselfupandfetchedasuccessionofadmirablegroans。
Sidsnoredon。
Tomwasaggravated。Hesaid,"Sid,Sid!"andshookhim。Thiscourseworkedwell,andTombegantogroanagain。Sidyawned,stretched,thenbroughthimselfuponhiselbowwithasnort,andbegantostareatTom。
Tomwentongroaning。Sidsaid:
"Tom!Say,Tom!"[Noresponse。]"Here,Tom!Tom!Whatisthematter,Tom?"Andheshookhimandlookedinhisfaceanxiously。
Tommoanedout:
"Oh,don’t,Sid。Don’tjoggleme。"
"Why,what’sthematter,Tom?Imustcallauntie。"
"No——nevermind。It’llbeoverbyandby,maybe。Don’tcallanybody。"
"ButImust!don’tgroanso,Tom,it’sawful。Howlongyoubeenthisway?"
"Hours。Ouch!Oh,don’tstirso,Sid,you’llkillme。"
"Tom,whydidn’tyouwakemesooner?Oh,Tom,don’t!Itmakesmyfleshcrawltohearyou。Tom,whatisthematter?"
"Iforgiveyoueverything,Sid。[Groan。]Everythingyou’veeverdonetome。WhenI’mgone——"
"Oh,Tom,youain’tdying,areyou?Don’t,Tom——oh,don’t。Maybe——"
"Iforgiveeverybody,Sid。[Groan。]Tell’emso,Sid。AndSid,yougivemywindow—sashandmycatwithoneeyetothatnewgirlthat’scometotown,andtellher——"
ButSidhadsnatchedhisclothesandgone。Tomwassufferinginreality,now,sohandsomelywashisimaginationworking,andsohisgroanshadgatheredquiteagenuinetone。
Sidflewdown—stairsandsaid:
"Oh,AuntPolly,come!Tom’sdying!"
"Dying!"
"Yes’m。Don’twait——comequick!"
"Rubbage!Idon’tbelieveit!"
Butshefledup—stairs,nevertheless,withSidandMaryatherheels。Andherfacegrewwhite,too,andherliptrembled。Whenshereachedthebedsideshegaspedout:
"You,Tom!Tom,what’sthematterwithyou?"
"Oh,auntie,I’m——"
"What’sthematterwithyou——whatisthematterwithyou,child?"
"Oh,auntie,mysoretoe’smortified!"
Theoldladysankdownintoachairandlaughedalittle,thencriedalittle,thendidbothtogether。Thisrestoredherandshesaid:
"Tom,whataturnyoudidgiveme。Nowyoushutupthatnonsenseandclimboutofthis。"
Thegroansceasedandthepainvanishedfromthetoe。Theboyfeltalittlefoolish,andhesaid:
"AuntPolly,itseemedmortified,andithurtsoInevermindedmytoothatall。"
"Yourtooth,indeed!What’sthematterwithyourtooth?"
"Oneofthem’sloose,anditachesperfectlyawful。"
"There,there,now,don’tbeginthatgroaningagain。Openyourmouth。Well——yourtoothisloose,butyou’renotgoingtodieaboutthat。Mary,getmeasilkthread,andachunkoffireoutofthekitchen。"
Tomsaid:
"Oh,please,auntie,don’tpullitout。Itdon’thurtanymore。
IwishImayneverstirifitdoes。Pleasedon’t,auntie。Idon’twanttostayhomefromschool。"
"Oh,youdon’t,don’tyou?Soallthisrowwasbecauseyouthoughtyou’dgettostayhomefromschoolandgoa—fishing?Tom,Tom,Iloveyouso,andyouseemtotryeverywayyoucantobreakmyoldheartwithyouroutrageousness。"Bythistimethedentalinstrumentswereready。TheoldladymadeoneendofthesilkthreadfasttoTom’stoothwithaloopandtiedtheothertothebedpost。Thensheseizedthechunkoffireandsuddenlythrustitalmostintotheboy’sface。Thetoothhungdanglingbythebedpost,now。
Butalltrialsbringtheircompensations。AsTomwendedtoschoolafterbreakfast,hewastheenvyofeveryboyhemetbecausethegapinhisupperrowofteethenabledhimtoexpectorateinanewandadmirableway。Hegatheredquiteafollowingofladsinterestedintheexhibition;
andonethathadcuthisfingerandhadbeenacentreoffascinationandhomageuptothistime,nowfoundhimselfsuddenlywithoutanadherent,andshornofhisglory。Hisheartwasheavy,andhesaidwithadisdainwhichhedidnotfeelthatitwasn’tanythingtospitlikeTomSawyer;
butanotherboysaid,"Sourgrapes!"andhewanderedawayadismantledhero。
ShortlyTomcameuponthejuvenilepariahofthevillage,HuckleberryFinn,sonofthetowndrunkard。Huckleberrywascordiallyhatedanddreadedbyallthemothersofthetown,becausehewasidleandlawlessandvulgarandbad——andbecausealltheirchildrenadmiredhimso,anddelightedinhisforbiddensociety,andwishedtheydaredtobelikehim。Tomwasliketherestoftherespectableboys,inthatheenviedHuckleberryhisgaudyoutcastcondition,andwasunderstrictordersnottoplaywithhim。
Soheplayedwithhimeverytimehegotachance。Huckleberrywasalwaysdressedinthecast—offclothesoffull—grownmen,andtheywereinperennialbloomandflutteringwithrags。Hishatwasavastruinwithawidecrescentloppedoutofitsbrim;hiscoat,whenheworeone,hungnearlytohisheelsandhadtherearwardbuttonsfardowntheback;butonesuspendersupportedhistrousers;theseatofthetrousersbaggedlowandcontainednothing,thefringedlegsdraggedinthedirtwhennotrolledup。
Huckleberrycameandwent,athisownfreewill。Hesleptondoorstepsinfineweatherandinemptyhogsheadsinwet;hedidnothavetogotoschoolortochurch,orcallanybeingmasterorobeyanybody;hecouldgofishingorswimmingwhenandwherehechose,andstayaslongasitsuitedhim;nobodyforbadehimtofight;hecouldsitupaslateashepleased;hewasalwaysthefirstboythatwentbarefootinthespringandthelasttoresumeleatherinthefall;heneverhadtowash,norputoncleanclothes;hecouldswearwonderfully。Inaword,everythingthatgoestomakelifepreciousthatboyhad。Sothoughteveryharassed,hampered,respectableboyinSt。Petersburg。
Tomhailedtheromanticoutcast:
"Hello,Huckleberry!"
"Helloyourself,andseehowyoulikeit。"
"What’sthatyougot?"
"Deadcat。"
"Lemmeseehim,Huck。My,he’sprettystiff。Where’dyougethim?"
"Boughthimoff’naboy。"
"Whatdidyougive?"
"IgiveablueticketandabladderthatIgotattheslaughter—house。"
"Where’dyougettheblueticket?"
"Boughtitoff’nBenRogerstwoweeksagoforahoop—stick。"
"Say——whatisdeadcatsgoodfor,Huck?"
"Goodfor?Curewartswith。"
"No!Isthatso?Iknowsomethingthat’sbetter。"
"Ibetyoudon’t。Whatisit?"
"Why,spunk—water。"
"Spunk—water!Iwouldn’tgiveadernforspunk—water。"
"Youwouldn’t,wouldn’tyou?D’youevertryit?"
"No,Ihain’t。ButBobTannerdid。"
"Whotoldyouso!"
"Why,hetoldJeffThatcher,andJefftoldJohnnyBaker,andJohnnytoldJimHollis,andJimtoldBenRogers,andBentoldanigger,andtheniggertoldme。Therenow!"
"Well,whatofit?They’llalllie。Leastwaysallbutthenigger。
Idon’tknowhim。ButIneverseeaniggerthatwouldn’tlie。Shucks!NowyoutellmehowBobTannerdoneit,Huck。"
"Why,hetookanddippedhishandinarottenstumpwheretherain—waterwas。"
"Inthedaytime?"
"Certainly。"
"Withhisfacetothestump?"
"Yes。LeastIreckonso。"
"Didhesayanything?"
"Idon’treckonhedid。Idon’tknow。"
"Aha!Talkabouttryingtocurewartswithspunk—watersuchablamefoolwayasthat!Why,thatain’ta—goingtodoanygood。Yougottogoallbyyourself,tothemiddleofthewoods,whereyouknowthere’saspunk—waterstump,andjustasit’smidnightyoubackupagainstthestumpandjamyourhandinandsay:
’Barley—corn,barley—corn,injun—mealshorts,Spunk—water,spunk—water,swallerthesewarts,’andthenwalkawayquick,elevensteps,withyoureyesshut,andthenturnaroundthreetimesandwalkhomewithoutspeakingtoanybody。Becauseifyouspeakthecharm’sbusted。"
"Well,thatsoundslikeagoodway;butthatain’tthewayBobTannerdone。"
"No,sir,youcanbethedidn’t,becuzhe’sthewartiestboyinthistown;andhewouldn’thaveawartonhimifhe’dknowedhowtoworkspunk—water。I’vetookoffthousandsofwartsoffofmyhandsthatway,Huck。IplaywithfrogssomuchthatI’vealwaysgotconsiderablemanywarts。SometimesItake’emoffwithabean。"
"Yes,bean’sgood。I’vedonethat。"
"Haveyou?What’syourway?"
"Youtakeandsplitthebean,andcutthewartsoastogetsomeblood,andthenyouputthebloodononepieceofthebeanandtakeanddigaholeandburyit’boutmidnightatthecrossroadsinthedarkofthemoon,andthenyouburnuptherestofthebean。Youseethatpiecethat’sgotthebloodonitwillkeepdrawinganddrawing,tryingtofetchtheotherpiecetoit,andsothathelpsthebloodtodrawthewart,andprettysoonoffshecomes。"
"Yes,that’sit,Huck——that’sit;thoughwhenyou’reburyingitifyousay’Downbean;offwart;comenomoretobotherme!’it’sbetter。
That’sthewayJoeHarperdoes,andhe’sbeennearlytoCoonvilleandmosteverywheres。Butsay——howdoyoucure’emwithdeadcats?"
"Why,youtakeyourcatandgoandgetinthegraveyard’longaboutmidnightwhensomebodythatwaswickedhasbeenburied;andwhenit’smidnightadevilwillcome,ormaybetwoorthree,butyoucan’tsee’em,youcanonlyhearsomethinglikethewind,ormaybehear’emtalk;
andwhenthey’retakingthatfelleraway,youheaveyourcatafter’emandsay,’Devilfollowcorpse,catfollowdevil,wartsfollowcat,I’mdonewithye!’That’llfetchanywart。"
"Soundsright。D’youevertryit,Huck?"
"No,butoldMotherHopkinstoldme。"
"Well,Ireckonit’sso,then。Becuztheysayshe’sawitch。"
"Say!Why,Tom,IKNOWsheis。Shewitchedpap。Papsayssohisownself。Hecomealongoneday,andheseeshewasa—witchinghim,sohetookuparock,andifshehadn’tdodged,he’dagother。Well,thatverynightherolledoff’nashedwher’hewasalayindrunk,andbrokehisarm。"
"Why,that’sawful。Howdidheknowshewasa—witchinghim?"
"Lord,papcantell,easy。Papsayswhentheykeeplookingatyourightstiddy,they’rea—witchingyou。Speciallyiftheymumble。Becuzwhentheymumblethey’resayingtheLord’sPrayerbackards。"
"Say,Hucky,whenyougoingtotrythecat?"
"To—night。Ireckonthey’llcomeafteroldHossWilliamsto—night。"
"ButtheyburiedhimSaturday。Didn’ttheygethimSaturdaynight?"
"Why,howyoutalk!Howcouldtheircharmsworktillmidnight?
——andthenit’sSunday。Devilsdon’tslosharoundmuchofaSunday,Idon’treckon。"
"Ineverthoughtofthat。That’sso。Lemmegowithyou?"
"Ofcourse——ifyouain’tafeard。"
"Afeard!’Tain’tlikely。Willyoumeow?"
"Yes——andyoumeowback,ifyougetachance。Lasttime,youkep’mea—meowingaroundtilloldHayswenttothrowingrocksatmeandsays’Dernthatcat!’andsoIhoveabrickthroughhiswindow——butdon’tyoutell。"
"Iwon’t。Icouldn’tmeowthatnight,becuzauntiewaswatchingme,butI’llmeowthistime。Say——what’sthat?"
"Nothingbutatick。"
"Where’dyougethim?"
"Outinthewoods。"
"What’llyoutakeforhim?"
"Idon’tknow。Idon’twanttosellhim。"
"Allright。It’samightysmalltick,anyway。"
"Oh,anybodycanrunatickdownthatdon’tbelongtothem。I’msatisfiedwithit。It’sagoodenoughtickforme。"
"Sho,there’sticksaplenty。Icouldhaveathousandof’emifIwantedto。"
"Well,whydon’tyou?Becuzyouknowmightywellyoucan’t。Thisisaprettyearlytick,Ireckon。It’sthefirstoneI’veseenthisyear。"
"Say,Huck——I’llgiveyoumytoothforhim。"
"Lessseeit。"
Tomgotoutabitofpaperandcarefullyunrolledit。Huckleberryvieweditwistfully。Thetemptationwasverystrong。Atlasthesaid:
"Isitgenuwyne?"
Tomliftedhislipandshowedthevacancy。
"Well,allright,"saidHuckleberry,"it’satrade。"
Tomenclosedthetickinthepercussion—capboxthathadlatelybeenthepinchbug’sprison,andtheboysseparated,eachfeelingwealthierthanbefore。
WhenTomreachedthelittleisolatedframeschoolhouse,hestrodeinbriskly,withthemannerofonewhohadcomewithallhonestspeed。
Hehunghishatonapegandflunghimselfintohisseatwithbusiness—likealacrity。Themaster,thronedonhighinhisgreatsplint—bottomarm—chair,wasdozing,lulledbythedrowsyhumofstudy。Theinterruptionrousedhim。
"ThomasSawyer!"
Tomknewthatwhenhisnamewaspronouncedinfull,itmeanttrouble。
"Sir!"
"Comeuphere。Now,sir,whyareyoulateagain,asusual?"
Tomwasabouttotakerefugeinalie,whenhesawtwolongtailsofyellowhairhangingdownabackthatherecognizedbytheelectricsympathyoflove;andbythatformwastheonlyvacantplaceonthegirls’
sideoftheschool—house。Heinstantlysaid:
"ISTOPPEDTOTALKWITHHUCKLEBERRYFINN!"Themaster’spulsestoodstill,andhestaredhelplessly。Thebuzzofstudyceased。Thepupilswonderedifthisfoolhardyboyhadlosthismind。Themastersaid:
"You——youdidwhat?"
"StoppedtotalkwithHuckleberryFinn。"
Therewasnomistakingthewords。
"ThomasSawyer,thisisthemostastoundingconfessionIhaveeverlistenedto。Nomereferulewillanswerforthisoffence。Takeoffyourjacket。"
Themaster’sarmperformeduntilitwastiredandthestockofswitchesnotablydiminished。Thentheorderfollowed:
"Now,sir,goandsitwiththegirls!Andletthisbeawarningtoyou。"
Thetitterthatrippledaroundtheroomappearedtoabashtheboy,butinrealitythatresultwascausedrathermorebyhisworshipfulaweofhisunknownidolandthedreadpleasurethatlayinhishighgoodfortune。Hesatdownupontheendofthepinebenchandthegirlhitchedherselfawayfromhimwithatossofherhead。Nudgesandwinksandwhisperstraversedtheroom,butTomsatstill,withhisarmsuponthelong,lowdeskbeforehim,andseemedtostudyhisbook。
Byandbyattentionceasedfromhim,andtheaccustomedschoolmurmurroseuponthedullaironcemore。Presentlytheboybegantostealfurtiveglancesatthegirl。Sheobservedit,"madeamouth"athimandgavehimthebackofherheadforthespaceofaminute。Whenshecautiouslyfacedaroundagain,apeachlaybeforeher。Shethrustitaway。Tomgentlyputitback。Shethrustitawayagain,butwithlessanimosity。Tompatientlyreturnedittoitsplace。Thensheletitremain。Tomscrawledonhisslate,"Pleasetakeit——Igotmore。"Thegirlglancedatthewords,butmadenosign。Nowtheboybegantodrawsomethingontheslate,hidinghisworkwithhislefthand。Foratimethegirlrefusedtonotice;butherhumancuriositypresentlybegantomanifestitselfbyhardlyperceptiblesigns。
Theboyworkedon,apparentlyunconscious。Thegirlmadeasortofnon—committalattempttosee,buttheboydidnotbetraythathewasawareofit。Atlastshegaveinandhesitatinglywhispered:
"Letmeseeit。"
Tompartlyuncoveredadismalcaricatureofahousewithtwogableendstoitandacorkscrewofsmokeissuingfromthechimney。Thenthegirl’sinterestbegantofastenitselfupontheworkandsheforgoteverythingelse。Whenitwasfinished,shegazedamoment,thenwhispered:
"It’snice——makeaman。"
Theartisterectedamaninthefrontyard,thatresembledaderrick。
Hecouldhavesteppedoverthehouse;butthegirlwasnothypercritical;
shewassatisfiedwiththemonster,andwhispered:
"It’sabeautifulman——nowmakemecomingalong。"
Tomdrewanhour—glasswithafullmoonandstrawlimbstoitandarmedthespreadingfingerswithaportentousfan。Thegirlsaid:
"It’seversonice——IwishIcoulddraw。"
"It’seasy,"whisperedTom,"I’lllearnyou。"
"Oh,willyou?When?"
"Atnoon。Doyougohometodinner?"
"I’llstayifyouwill。"
"Good——that’sawhack。What’syourname?"
"BeckyThatcher。What’syours?Oh,Iknow。It’sThomasSawyer。"
"That’sthenametheylickmeby。I’mTomwhenI’mgood。YoucallmeTom,willyou?"
"Yes。"
NowTombegantoscrawlsomethingontheslate,hidingthewordsfromthegirl。Butshewasnotbackwardthistime。Shebeggedtosee。Tomsaid:
"Oh,itain’tanything。"
"Yesitis。"
"Noitain’t。Youdon’twanttosee。"
"YesIdo,indeedIdo。Pleaseletme。"
"You’lltell。"
"NoIwon’t——deedanddeedanddoubledeedwon’t。"
"Youwon’ttellanybodyatall?Ever,aslongasyoulive?"
"No,Iwon’tevertellanybody。Nowletme。"
"Oh,youdon’twanttosee!"
"Nowthatyoutreatmeso,Iwillsee。"Andsheputhersmallhanduponhisandalittlescuffleensued,Tompretendingtoresistinearnestbutlettinghishandslipbydegreestillthesewordswererevealed:
"Iloveyou。"
"Oh,youbadthing!"Andshehithishandasmartrap,butreddenedandlookedpleased,nevertheless。
Justatthisjuncturetheboyfeltaslow,fatefulgripclosingonhisear,andasteadyliftingimpulse。Inthatvisehewasborneacrossthehouseanddepositedinhisownseat,underapepperingfireofgigglesfromthewholeschool。Thenthemasterstoodoverhimduringafewawfulmoments,andfinallymovedawaytohisthronewithoutsayingaword。ButalthoughTom’seartingled,hisheartwasjubilant。
AstheschoolquieteddownTommadeanhonestefforttostudy,buttheturmoilwithinhimwastoogreat。Inturnhetookhisplaceinthereadingclassandmadeabotchofit;theninthegeographyclassandturnedlakesintomountains,mountainsintorivers,andriversintocontinents,tillchaoswascomeagain;theninthespellingclass,andgot"turneddown,"byasuccessionofmerebabywords,tillhebroughtupatthefootandyieldedupthepewtermedalwhichhehadwornwithostentationformonths。
TheAdventuresofTomSawyer:Chapter7CHAPTERVIITHEharderTomtriedtofastenhismindonhisbook,themorehisideaswandered。Soatlast,withasighandayawn,hegaveitup。Itseemedtohimthatthenoonrecesswouldnevercome。Theairwasutterlydead。
Therewasnotabreathstirring。Itwasthesleepiestofsleepydays。Thedrowsingmurmurofthefiveandtwentystudyingscholarssoothedthesoullikethespellthatisinthemurmurofbees。Awayoffintheflamingsunshine,CardiffHilllifteditssoftgreensidesthroughashimmeringveilofheat,tintedwiththepurpleofdistance;afewbirdsfloatedonlazywinghighintheair;nootherlivingthingwasvisiblebutsomecows,andtheywereasleep。Tom’sheartachedtobefree,orelsetohavesomethingofinteresttodotopassthedrearytime。Hishandwanderedintohispocketandhisfacelitupwithaglowofgratitudethatwasprayer,thoughhedidnotknowit。Thenfurtivelythepercussion—capboxcameout。Hereleasedthetickandputhimonthelongflatdesk。Thecreatureprobablyglowedwithagratitudethatamountedtoprayer,too,atthismoment,butitwaspremature:
forwhenhestartedthankfullytotraveloff,Tomturnedhimasidewithapinandmadehimtakeanewdirection。
Tom’sbosomfriendsatnexthim,sufferingjustasTomhadbeen,andnowhewasdeeplyandgratefullyinterestedinthisentertainmentinaninstant。ThisbosomfriendwasJoeHarper。Thetwoboyswereswornfriendsalltheweek,andembattledenemiesonSaturdays。Joetookapinoutofhislapelandbegantoassistinexercisingtheprisoner。Thesportgrewininterestmomently。SoonTomsaidthattheywereinterferingwitheachother,andneithergettingthefullestbenefitofthetick。SoheputJoe’sslateonthedeskanddrewalinedownthemiddleofitfromtoptobottom。
"Now,"saidhe,"aslongasheisonyoursideyoucanstirhimupandI’lllethimalone;butifyoulethimgetawayandgetonmyside,you’retoleavehimaloneaslongasIcankeephimfromcrossingover。"
"Allright,goahead;starthimup。"
ThetickescapedfromTom,presently,andcrossedtheequator。
Joeharassedhimawhile,andthenhegotawayandcrossedbackagain。Thischangeofbaseoccurredoften。Whileoneboywasworryingthetickwithabsorbinginterest,theotherwouldlookonwithinterestasstrong,thetwoheadsbowedtogetherovertheslate,andthetwosoulsdeadtoallthingselse。AtlastluckseemedtosettleandabidewithJoe。Theticktriedthis,that,andtheothercourse,andgotasexcitedandasanxiousastheboysthemselves,buttimeandagainjustashewouldhavevictoryinhisverygrasp,sotospeak,andTom’sfingerswouldbetwitchingtobegin,Joe’spinwoulddeftlyheadhimoff,andkeeppossession。AtlastTomcouldstanditnolonger。Thetemptationwastoostrong。Sohereachedoutandlentahandwithhispin。Joewasangryinamoment。Saidhe:
"Tom,youlethimalone。"
"Ionlyjustwanttostirhimupalittle,Joe。"
"No,sir,itain’tfair;youjustlethimalone。"
"Blameit,Iain’tgoingtostirhimmuch。"
"Lethimalone,Itellyou。"
"Iwon’t!"
"Youshall——he’sonmysideoftheline。"
"Lookhere,JoeHarper,whoseisthattick?"
"Idon’tcarewhosetickheis——he’sonmysideoftheline,andyousha’n’ttouchhim。"
"Well,I’lljustbetIwill,though。He’smytickandI’lldowhatIblamepleasewithhim,ordie!"
AtremendouswhackcamedownonTom’sshoulders,anditsduplicateonJoe’s;andforthespaceoftwominutesthedustcontinuedtoflyfromthetwojacketsandthewholeschooltoenjoyit。Theboyshadbeentooabsorbedtonoticethehushthathadstolenupontheschoolawhilebeforewhenthemastercametiptoeingdowntheroomandstoodoverthem。Hehadcontemplatedagoodpartoftheperformancebeforehecontributedhisbitofvarietytoit。
Whenschoolbrokeupatnoon,TomflewtoBeckyThatcher,andwhisperedinherear:
"Putonyourbonnetandletonyou’regoinghome;andwhenyougettothecorner,givetherestof’emtheslip,andturndownthroughthelaneandcomeback。I’llgotheotherwayandcomeitover’emthesameway。"
Sotheonewentoffwithonegroupofscholars,andtheotherwithanother。Inalittlewhilethetwometatthebottomofthelane,andwhentheyreachedtheschooltheyhaditalltothemselves。Thentheysattogether,withaslatebeforethem,andTomgaveBeckythepencilandheldherhandinhis,guidingit,andsocreatedanothersurprisinghouse。
Whentheinterestinartbegantowane,thetwofelltotalking。Tomwasswimminginbliss。Hesaid:
"Doyouloverats?"
"No!Ihatethem!"
"Well,Ido,too——liveones。ButImeandeadones,toswingroundyourheadwithastring。"
"No,Idon’tcareforratsmuch,anyway。WhatIlikeischewing—gum。"
"Oh,Ishouldsayso!IwishIhadsomenow。"
"Doyou?I’vegotsome。I’llletyouchewitawhile,butyoumustgiveitbacktome。"
Thatwasagreeable,sotheycheweditturnabout,anddangledtheirlegsagainstthebenchinexcessofcontentment。
"Wasyoueveratacircus?"saidTom。
"Yes,andmypa’sgoingtotakemeagainsometime,ifI’mgood。"
"Ibeentothecircusthreeorfourtimes——lotsoftimes。Churchain’tshuckstoacircus。There’sthingsgoingonatacircusallthetime。
I’mgoingtobeaclowninacircuswhenIgrowup。"
"Oh,areyou!Thatwillbenice。They’resolovely,allspottedup。"
"Yes,that’sso。Andtheygetslathersofmoney——mostadollaraday,BenRogerssays。Say,Becky,wasyoueverengaged?"
"What’sthat?"
"Why,engagedtobemarried。"
"No。"
"Wouldyouliketo?"
"Ireckonso。Idon’tknow。Whatisitlike?"
"Like?Whyitain’tlikeanything。Youonlyjusttellaboyyouwon’teverhaveanybodybuthim,evereverever,andthenyoukissandthat’sall。Anybodycandoit。"
"Kiss?Whatdoyoukissfor?"
"Why,that,youknow,isto——well,theyalwaysdothat。"
"Everybody?"
"Why,yes,everybodythat’sinlovewitheachother。DoyourememberwhatIwroteontheslate?"
"Ye——yes。"
"Whatwasit?"
"Isha’n’ttellyou。"
"ShallItellyou?"
"Ye——yes——butsomeothertime。"
"No,now。"
"No,notnow——to—morrow。"
"Oh,no,now。Please,Becky——I’llwhisperit,I’llwhisperiteversoeasy。"
Beckyhesitating,Tomtooksilenceforconsent,andpassedhisarmaboutherwaistandwhisperedthetaleeversosoftly,withhismouthclosetoherear。Andthenheadded:
"Nowyouwhisperittome——justthesame。"
Sheresisted,forawhile,andthensaid:
"Youturnyourfaceawaysoyoucan’tsee,andthenIwill。Butyoumustn’tevertellanybody——willyou,Tom?Nowyouwon’t,willyou?"
"No,indeed,indeedIwon’t。Now,Becky。"
Heturnedhisfaceaway。Shebenttimidlyaroundtillherbreathstirredhiscurlsandwhispered,"I——love——you!"
Thenshesprangawayandranaroundandaroundthedesksandbenches,withTomafterher,andtookrefugeinacorneratlast,withherlittlewhiteaprontoherface。Tomclaspedheraboutherneckandpleaded:
"Now,Becky,it’salldone——alloverbutthekiss。Don’tyoubeafraidofthat——itain’tanythingatall。Please,Becky。"Andhetuggedatherapronandthehands。
Byandbyshegaveup,andletherhandsdrop;herface,allglowingwiththestruggle,cameupandsubmitted。Tomkissedtheredlipsandsaid:
"Nowit’salldone,Becky。Andalwaysafterthis,youknow,youain’tevertoloveanybodybutme,andyouain’tevertomarryanybodybutme,everneverandforever。Willyou?"
"No,I’llneverloveanybodybutyou,Tom,andI’llnevermarryanybodybutyou——andyouain’ttoevermarryanybodybutme,either。"
"Certainly。Ofcourse。That’spartofit。Andalwayscomingtoschoolorwhenwe’regoinghome,you’retowalkwithme,whenthereain’tanybodylooking——andyouchoosemeandIchooseyouatparties,becausethat’sthewayyoudowhenyou’reengaged。"
"It’ssonice。Ineverheardofitbefore。"
"Oh,it’seversogay!Why,meandAmyLawrence——"
ThebigeyestoldTomhisblunderandhestopped,confused。
"Oh,Tom!ThenIain’tthefirstyou’veeverbeenengagedto!"
Thechildbegantocry。Tomsaid:
"Oh,don’tcry,Becky,Idon’tcareforheranymore。"
"Yes,youdo,Tom——youknowyoudo。"
Tomtriedtoputhisarmaboutherneck,butshepushedhimawayandturnedherfacetothewall,andwentoncrying。Tomtriedagain,withsoothingwordsinhismouth,andwasrepulsedagain。Thenhispridewasup,andhestrodeawayandwentoutside。Hestoodabout,restlessanduneasy,forawhile,glancingatthedoor,everynowandthen,hopingshewouldrepentandcometofindhim。Butshedidnot。Thenhebegantofeelbadlyandfearthathewasinthewrong。Itwasahardstrugglewithhimtomakenewadvances,now,buthenervedhimselftoitandentered。Shewasstillstandingbackthereinthecorner,sobbing,withherfacetothewall。
Tom’sheartsmotehim。Hewenttoherandstoodamoment,notknowingexactlyhowtoproceed。Thenhesaidhesitatingly:
"Becky,I——Idon’tcareforanybodybutyou。"
Noreply——butsobs。
"Becky"——pleadingly。"Becky,won’tyousaysomething?"
Moresobs。
Tomgotouthischiefestjewel,abrassknobfromthetopofanandiron,andpasseditaroundhersothatshecouldseeit,andsaid:
"Please,Becky,won’tyoutakeit?"
Shestruckittothefloor。ThenTommarchedoutofthehouseandoverthehillsandfaraway,toreturntoschoolnomorethatday。
PresentlyBeckybegantosuspect。Sherantothedoor;hewasnotinsight;
sheflewaroundtotheplay—yard;hewasnotthere。Thenshecalled:
"Tom!Comeback,Tom!"
Shelistenedintently,buttherewasnoanswer。Shehadnocompanionsbutsilenceandloneliness。Soshesatdowntocryagainandupbraidherself;
andbythistimethescholarsbegantogatheragain,andshehadtohidehergriefsandstillherbrokenheartandtakeupthecrossofalong,dreary,achingafternoon,withnoneamongthestrangersabouthertoexchangesorrowswith。
TheAdventuresofTomSawyer:Chapter8CHAPTERVIIITOMdodgedhitherandthitherthroughlanesuntilhewaswelloutofthetrackofreturningscholars,andthenfellintoamoodyjog。Hecrossedasmall"branch"twoorthreetimes,becauseofaprevailingjuvenilesuperstitionthattocrosswaterbaffledpursuit。HalfanhourlaterhewasdisappearingbehindtheDouglasmansiononthesummitofCardiffHill,andtheschool—housewashardlydistinguishableawayoffinthevalleybehindhim。Heenteredadensewood,pickedhispathlesswaytothecentreofit,andsatdownonamossyspotunderaspreadingoak。Therewasnotevenazephyrstirring;
thedeadnoondayheathadevenstilledthesongsofthebirds;naturelayinatrancethatwasbrokenbynosoundbuttheoccasionalfar—offhammeringofawoodpecker,andthisseemedtorenderthepervadingsilenceandsenseoflonelinessthemoreprofound。Theboy’ssoulwassteepedinmelancholy;
hisfeelingswereinhappyaccordwithhissurroundings。Hesatlongwithhiselbowsonhiskneesandhischininhishands,meditating。Itseemedtohimthatlifewasbutatrouble,atbest,andhemorethanhalfenviedJimmyHodges,solatelyreleased;itmustbeverypeaceful,hethought,tolieandslumberanddreamforeverandever,withthewindwhisperingthroughthetreesandcaressingthegrassandtheflowersoverthegrave,andnothingtobotherandgrieveabout,everanymore。IfheonlyhadacleanSunday—schoolrecordhecouldbewillingtogo,andbedonewithitall。Nowastothisgirl。Whathadhedone?Nothing。Hehadmeantthebestintheworld,andbeentreatedlikeadog——likeaverydog。Shewouldbesorrysomeday——maybewhenitwastoolate。Ah,ifhecouldonlydieTEMPORARILY!
Buttheelasticheartofyouthcannotbecompressedintooneconstrainedshapelongatatime。Tompresentlybegantodriftinsensiblybackintotheconcernsofthislifeagain。Whatifheturnedhisback,now,anddisappearedmysteriously?Whatifhewentaway——eversofaraway,intounknowncountriesbeyondtheseas——andnevercamebackanymore!Howwouldshefeelthen!
Theideaofbeingaclownrecurredtohimnow,onlytofillhimwithdisgust。
Forfrivolityandjokesandspottedtightswereanoffense,whentheyintrudedthemselvesuponaspiritthatwasexaltedintothevagueaugustrealmoftheromantic。No,hewouldbeasoldier,andreturnafterlongyears,allwar—wornandillustrious。No——betterstill,hewouldjointheIndians,andhuntbuffaloesandgoonthewarpathinthemountainrangesandthetracklessgreatplainsoftheFarWest,andawayinthefuturecomebackagreatchief,bristlingwithfeathers,hideouswithpaint,andpranceintoSunday—school,somedrowsysummermorning,withablood—curdlingwar—whoop,andseartheeyeballsofallhiscompanionswithunappeasableenvy。Butno,therewassomethinggaudiereventhanthis。Hewouldbeapirate!Thatwasit!nowhisfuturelayplainbeforehim,andglowingwithunimaginablesplendor。Howhisnamewouldfilltheworld,andmakepeopleshudder!Howgloriouslyhewouldgoplowingthedancingseas,inhislong,low,black—hulledracer,theSpiritofthestorm,withhisgrislyflagflyingatthefore!Andatthezenithofhisfame,howhewouldsuddenlyappearattheoldvillageandstalkintochurch,brownandweather—beaten,inhisblackvelvetdoubletandtrunks,hisgreatjack—boots,hiscrimsonsash,hisbeltbristlingwithhorse—pistols,hiscrime—rustedcutlassathisside,hisslouchhatwithwavingplumes,hisblackflagunfurled,withtheskullandcrossbonesonit,andhearwithswellingecstasythewhisperings,"It’sTomSawyerthePirate!——theBlackAvengeroftheSpanishMain!"
Yes,itwassettled;hiscareerwasdetermined。Hewouldrunawayfromhomeandenteruponit。Hewouldstarttheverynextmorning。Thereforehemustnowbegintogetready。Hewouldcollecthisresourcestogether。
HewenttoarottenlognearathandandbegantodigunderoneendofitwithhisBarlowknife。Hesoonstruckwoodthatsoundedhollow。Heputhishandthereandutteredthisincantationimpressively:
"Whathasn’tcomehere,come!What’shere,stayhere!"
Thenhescrapedawaythedirt,andexposedapineshingle。Hetookitupanddisclosedashapelylittletreasure—housewhosebottomandsideswereofshingles。Initlayamarble。Tom’sastonishmentwasboundless!
Hescratchedhisheadwithaperplexedair,andsaid:
"Well,thatbeatsanything!"
Thenhetossedthemarbleawaypettishly,andstoodcogitating。
Thetruthwas,thatasuperstitionofhishadfailed,here,whichheandallhiscomradeshadalwayslookeduponasinfallible。Ifyouburiedamarblewithcertainnecessaryincantations,andleftitaloneafortnight,andthenopenedtheplacewiththeincantationhehadjustused,youwouldfindthatallthemarblesyouhadeverlosthadgatheredthemselvestogetherthere,meantime,nomatterhowwidelytheyhadbeenseparated。Butnow,thisthinghadactuallyandunquestionablyfailed。Tom’swholestructureoffaithwasshakentoitsfoundations。Hehadmanyatimeheardofthisthingsucceedingbutneverofitsfailingbefore。Itdidnotoccurtohimthathehadtrieditseveraltimesbefore,himself,butcouldneverfindthehiding—placesafterward。Hepuzzledoverthemattersometime,andfinallydecidedthatsomewitchhadinterferedandbrokenthecharm。Hethoughthewouldsatisfyhimselfonthatpoint;sohesearchedaroundtillhefoundasmallsandyspotwithalittlefunnel—shapeddepressioninit。