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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Part 2. + +Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +Release Date: June 29, 2004 [EBook #7194] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TOM SAWYER, PART 2. *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + + +<br><br><br><br> + + + + +<center> +<img alt="bookcover.jpg (156K)" src="images/bookcover.jpg" height="1038" width="832"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="spine.jpg (33K)" src="images/spine.jpg" height="1028" width="204"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<center> +<h1>THE ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER </h1> +<br><br> +<h2>BY MARK TWAIN</h2> +<h3>(Samuel Langhorne Clemens)</h3> +</center> +<br><br> +<h2>Part 2.</h2> +<br> +<a name="frontispiece"></a> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="frontispiece.jpg (259K)" src="images/frontispiece.jpg" height="1027" width="750"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="titlepage.jpg (72K)" src="images/titlepage.jpg" height="1030" width="843"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> +<center> +<img alt="dedication.jpg (10K)" src="images/dedication.jpg" height="245" width="473"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<center><h2>CONTENTS</h2></center> +<br><br> + + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + +<p><a href="#c4">CHAPTER IV.</a><br> +Mental Acrobatics—Attending Sunday—School +<br>—The Superintendent—"Showing off"—Tom Lionized</p> +<p><a href="#c5">CHAPTER V.</a><br> +A Useful Minister—In Church—The Climax</p> +<p><a href="#c6">CHAPTER VI.</a><br> +Self-Examination—Dentistry—The Midnight Charm +<br>—Witches and Devils—Cautious Approaches—Happy Hours</p> +<p><a href="#c7">CHAPTER VII.</a><br> +A Treaty Entered Into—Early Lessons—A Mistake Made</p> + + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + + +<br><br><br><br> + + +<center><h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + +<a href="#04-042">Boyhood</a><br> +<a href="#04-044">Using the "Barlow"</a><br> +<a href="#04-045">The Church</a><br> +<a href="#04-047">Necessities</a><br> +<a href="#04-051">Tom as a Sunday-School Hero</a> <br> +<a href="#04-052">The Prize</a><br> +<a href="#05-053">At Church</a><br> +<a href="#05-054">The Model Boy</a><br> +<a href="#05-055">The Church Choir</a><br> +<a href="#05-057">A Side Show</a><br> +<a href="#05-058">Result of Playing in Church</a><br> +<a href="#05-059">The Pinch-Bug</a><br> +<a href="#06-060">Sid</a><br> +<a href="#06-063">Dentistry</a><br> +<a href="#06-064">Huckleberry Finn</a><br> +<a href="#06-067">Mother Hopkins</a><br> +<a href="#06-069">Result of Tom's Truthfulness</a><br> +<a href="#06-070">Tom as an Artist</a><br> +<a href="#06-071">Interrupted Courtship</a><br> +<a href="#07-072">The Master</a><br> +<a href="#07-077">Vain Pleading</a><br> +<a href="#07-078">Tail Piece</a><br> + + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + +</center> + + + + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c4"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER IV</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="04-042"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="04-042.jpg (218K)" src="images/04-042.jpg" height="963" width="829"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>THE sun rose upon a tranquil world, and beamed down upon the +peaceful village like a benediction. Breakfast over, Aunt Polly +had family worship: it began with a prayer built from the ground +up of solid courses of Scriptural quotations, welded together +with a thin mortar of originality; and from the summit of this +she delivered a grim chapter of the Mosaic Law, as from +Sinai.</p> + +<p>Then Tom girded up his loins, so to speak, and went to work to +"get his verses." Sid had learned his lesson days before. Tom +bent all his energies to the memorizing of five verses, and he +chose part of the Sermon on the Mount, because he could find no +verses that were shorter. At the end of half an hour Tom had a +vague general idea of his lesson, but no more, for his mind was +traversing the whole field of human thought, and his hands were +busy with distracting recreations. Mary took his book to hear +him recite, and he tried to find his way through the fog:</p> + +<p>"Blessed are the—a—a—"</p> + +<p>"Poor"—</p> + +<p>"Yes—poor; blessed are the +poor—a—a—"</p> + +<p>"In spirit—"</p> + +<p>"In spirit; blessed are the poor in spirit, for +they—they—"</p> + +<p>"THEIRS—"</p> + +<p>"For THEIRS. Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the +kingdom of heaven. Blessed are they that mourn, for +they—they—"</p> + +<p>"Sh—"</p> + +<p>"For they—a—"</p> + +<p>"S, H, A—"</p> + +<p>"For they S, H—Oh, I don't know what it is!"</p> + +<p>"SHALL!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, SHALL! for they shall—for they +shall—a—a—shall +mourn—a—a—blessed are they that shall—they +that—a—they that shall mourn, for they +shall—a—shall WHAT? Why don't you tell me, +Mary?—what do you want to be so mean for?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, Tom, you poor thick-headed thing, I'm not teasing you. I +wouldn't do that. You must go and learn it again. Don't you be +discouraged, Tom, you'll manage it—and if you do, I'll give +you something ever so nice. There, now, that's a good boy."</p> + +<p>"All right! What is it, Mary, tell me what it is."</p> + +<p>"Never you mind, Tom. You know if I say it's nice, it is +nice."</p> + +<p>"You bet you that's so, Mary. All right, I'll tackle it +again."</p> + +<p>And he did "tackle it again"—and under the double +pressure of curiosity and prospective gain he did it with such +spirit that he accomplished a shining success. Mary gave him a +brand-new "Barlow" knife worth twelve and a half cents; and the +convulsion of delight that swept his system shook him to his +foundations. True, the knife would not cut anything, but it was a +"sure-enough" Barlow, and there was inconceivable grandeur in +that—though where the Western boys ever got the idea that +such a weapon could possibly be counterfeited to its injury is an +imposing mystery and will always remain so, perhaps. Tom +contrived to scarify the cupboard with it, and was arranging to +begin on the bureau, when he was called off to dress for +Sunday-school.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="04-044"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="04-044.jpg (46K)" src="images/04-044.jpg" height="463" width="323"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Mary gave him a tin basin of water and a piece of soap, and he +went outside the door and set the basin on a little bench there; +then he dipped the soap in the water and laid it down; turned up +his sleeves; poured out the water on the ground, gently, and then +entered the kitchen and began to wipe his face diligently on the +towel behind the door. But Mary removed the towel and said:</p> + +<p>"Now ain't you ashamed, Tom. You mustn't be so bad. Water +won't hurt you."</p> + +<p>Tom was a trifle disconcerted. The basin was refilled, and +this time he stood over it a little while, gathering resolution; +took in a big breath and began. When he entered the kitchen +presently, with both eyes shut and groping for the towel with his +hands, an honorable testimony of suds and water was dripping from +his face. But when he emerged from the towel, he was not yet +satisfactory, for the clean territory stopped short at his chin +and his jaws, like a mask; below and beyond this line there was a +dark expanse of unirrigated soil that spread downward in front +and backward around his neck. Mary took him in hand, and when she +was done with him he was a man and a brother, without distinction +of color, and his saturated hair was neatly brushed, and its +short curls wrought into a dainty and symmetrical general effect. +[He privately smoothed out the curls, with labor and difficulty, +and plastered his hair close down to his head; for he held curls +to be effeminate, and his own filled his life with bitterness.] +Then Mary got out a suit of his clothing that had been used only +on Sundays during two years—they were simply called his +"other clothes"—and so by that we know the size of his +wardrobe. The girl "put him to rights" after he had dressed +himself; she buttoned his neat roundabout up to his chin, turned +his vast shirt collar down over his shoulders, brushed him off +and crowned him with his speckled straw hat. He now looked +exceedingly improved and uncomfortable. He was fully as +uncomfortable as he looked; for there was a restraint about whole +clothes and cleanliness that galled him. He hoped that Mary would +forget his shoes, but the hope was blighted; she coated them +thoroughly with tallow, as was the custom, and brought them out. +He lost his temper and said he was always being made to do +everything he didn't want to do. But Mary said, persuasively:</p> + +<p>"Please, Tom—that's a good boy."</p> + +<p>So he got into the shoes snarling. Mary was soon ready, and +the three children set out for Sunday-school—a place that +Tom hated with his whole heart; but Sid and Mary were fond of +it.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="04-045"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="04-045.jpg (63K)" src="images/04-045.jpg" height="576" width="384"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Sabbath-school hours were from nine to half-past ten; and then +church service. Two of the children always remained for the +sermon voluntarily, and the other always remained too—for +stronger reasons. The church's high-backed, uncushioned pews +would seat about three hundred persons; the edifice was but a +small, plain affair, with a sort of pine board tree-box on top of +it for a steeple. At the door Tom dropped back a step and +accosted a Sunday-dressed comrade:</p> + +<p>"Say, Billy, got a yaller ticket?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"What'll you take for her?"</p> + +<p>"What'll you give?"</p> + +<p>"Piece of lickrish and a fish-hook."</p> + +<p>"Less see 'em."</p> + +<p>Tom exhibited. They were satisfactory, and the property +changed hands. Then Tom traded a couple of white alleys for three +red tickets, and some small trifle or other for a couple of blue +ones. He waylaid other boys as they came, and went on buying +tickets of various colors ten or fifteen minutes longer. He +entered the church, now, with a swarm of clean and noisy boys and +girls, proceeded to his seat and started a quarrel with the first +boy that came handy. The teacher, a grave, elderly man, +interfered; then turned his back a moment and Tom pulled a boy's +hair in the next bench, and was absorbed in his book when the boy +turned around; stuck a pin in another boy, presently, in order to +hear him say "Ouch!" and got a new reprimand from his teacher. +Tom's whole class were of a pattern—restless, noisy, and +troublesome. When they came to recite their lessons, not one of +them knew his verses perfectly, but had to be prompted all along. +However, they worried through, and each got his reward—in +small blue tickets, each with a passage of Scripture on it; each +blue ticket was pay for two verses of the recitation. Ten blue +tickets equalled a red one, and could be exchanged for it; ten +red tickets equalled a yellow one; for ten yellow tickets the +superintendent gave a very plainly bound Bible (worth forty cents +in those easy times) to the pupil. How many of my readers would +have the industry and application to memorize two thousand +verses, even for a Dore Bible? And yet Mary had acquired two +Bibles in this way—it was the patient work of two +years—and a boy of German parentage had won four or five. +He once recited three thousand verses without stopping; but the +strain upon his mental faculties was too great, and he was little +better than an idiot from that day forth—a grievous +misfortune for the school, for on great occasions, before +company, the superintendent (as Tom expressed it) had always made +this boy come out and "spread himself." Only the older pupils +managed to keep their tickets and stick to their tedious work +long enough to get a Bible, and so the delivery of one of these +prizes was a rare and noteworthy circumstance; the successful +pupil was so great and conspicuous for that day that on the spot +every scholar's heart was fired with a fresh ambition that often +lasted a couple of weeks. It is possible that Tom's mental +stomach had never really hungered for one of those prizes, but +unquestionably his entire being had for many a day longed for +the glory and the eclat that came with it.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="04-047"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="04-047.jpg (94K)" src="images/04-047.jpg" height="505" width="647"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>In due course the superintendent stood up in front of the +pulpit, with a closed hymn-book in his hand and his forefinger +inserted between its leaves, and commanded attention. When a +Sunday-school superintendent makes his customary little speech, +a hymn-book in the hand is as necessary as is the inevitable +sheet of music in the hand of a singer who stands forward on the +platform and sings a solo at a concert—though why, is a +mystery: for neither the hymn-book nor the sheet of music is ever +referred to by the sufferer. This superintendent was a slim +creature of thirty-five, with a sandy goatee and short sandy +hair; he wore a stiff standing-collar whose upper edge almost +reached his ears and whose sharp points curved forward abreast +the corners of his mouth—a fence that compelled a straight +lookout ahead, and a turning of the whole body when a side view +was required; his chin was propped on a spreading cravat which +was as broad and as long as a bank-note, and had fringed ends; +his boot toes were turned sharply up, in the fashion of the day, +like sleigh-runners—an effect patiently and laboriously +produced by the young men by sitting with their toes pressed +against a wall for hours together. Mr. Walters was very earnest +of mien, and very sincere and honest at heart; and he held sacred +things and places in such reverence, and so separated them from +worldly matters, that unconsciously to himself his Sunday-school +voice had acquired a peculiar intonation which was wholly absent +on week-days. He began after this fashion:</p> + +<p>"Now, children, I want you all to sit up just as straight and +pretty as you can and give me all your attention for a minute or +two. There—that is it. That is the way good little boys +and girls should do. I see one little girl who is looking out of +the window—I am afraid she thinks I am out there +somewhere—perhaps up in one of the trees making a speech to +the little birds. [Applausive titter.] I want to tell you how +good it makes me feel to see so many bright, clean little faces +assembled in a place like this, learning to do right and be +good." And so forth and so on. It is not necessary to set down +the rest of the oration. It was of a pattern which does not vary, +and so it is familiar to us all.</p> + +<p>The latter third of the speech was marred by the resumption of +fights and other recreations among certain of the bad boys, and +by fidgetings and whisperings that extended far and wide, +washing even to the bases of isolated and incorruptible rocks +like Sid and Mary. But now every sound ceased suddenly, with the +subsidence of Mr. Walters' voice, and the conclusion of the +speech was received with a burst of silent gratitude.</p> + +<p>A good part of the whispering had been occasioned by an event +which was more or less rare—the entrance of visitors: +lawyer Thatcher, accompanied by a very feeble and aged man; a +fine, portly, middle-aged gentleman with iron-gray hair; and a +dignified lady who was doubtless the latter's wife. The lady was +leading a child. Tom had been restless and full of chafings and +repinings; conscience-smitten, too—he could not meet Amy +Lawrence's eye, he could not brook her loving gaze. But when he +saw this small newcomer his soul was all ablaze with bliss in a +moment. The next moment he was "showing off" with all his +might—cuffing boys, pulling hair, making faces—in a +word, using every art that seemed likely to fascinate a girl and +win her applause. His exaltation had but one alloy—the +memory of his humiliation in this angel's garden—and that +record in sand was fast washing out, under the waves of happiness +that were sweeping over it now.</p> + +<p>The visitors were given the highest seat of honor, and as soon +as Mr. Walters' speech was finished, he introduced them to the +school. The middle-aged man turned out to be a prodigious +personage—no less a one than the county +judge—altogether the most august creation these children +had ever looked upon—and they wondered what kind of +material he was made of—and they half wanted to hear him +roar, and were half afraid he might, too. He was from +Constantinople, twelve miles away—so he had travelled, and +seen the world—these very eyes had looked upon the county +court-house—which was said to have a tin roof. The awe +which these reflections inspired was attested by the impressive +silence and the ranks of staring eyes. This was the great Judge +Thatcher, brother of their own lawyer. Jeff Thatcher immediately +went forward, to be familiar with the great man and be envied by +the school. It would have been music to his soul to hear the +whisperings:</p> + +<p>"Look at him, Jim! He's a going up there. Say—look! he's +a going to shake hands with him—he IS shaking hands with +him! By jings, don't you wish you was Jeff?"</p> + +<p>Mr. Walters fell to "showing off," with all sorts of official +bustlings and activities, giving orders, delivering judgments, +discharging directions here, there, everywhere that he could find +a target. The librarian "showed off"—running hither and +thither with his arms full of books and making a deal of the +splutter and fuss that insect authority delights in. The young +lady teachers "showed off"—bending sweetly over pupils that +were lately being boxed, lifting pretty warning fingers at bad +little boys and patting good ones lovingly. The young gentlemen +teachers "showed off" with small scoldings and other little +displays of authority and fine attention to discipline—and +most of the teachers, of both sexes, found business up at the +library, by the pulpit; and it was business that frequently had +to be done over again two or three times (with much seeming +vexation). The little girls "showed off" in various ways, and the +little boys "showed off" with such diligence that the air was +thick with paper wads and the murmur of scufflings. And above it +all the great man sat and beamed a majestic judicial smile upon +all the house, and warmed himself in the sun of his own +grandeur—for he was "showing off," too.</p> + +<p>There was only one thing wanting to make Mr. Walters' ecstasy +complete, and that was a chance to deliver a Bible-prize and +exhibit a prodigy. Several pupils had a few yellow tickets, but +none had enough—he had been around among the star pupils +inquiring. He would have given worlds, now, to have that German +lad back again with a sound mind.</p> + +<p>And now at this moment, when hope was dead, Tom Sawyer came +forward with nine yellow tickets, nine red tickets, and ten blue +ones, and demanded a Bible. This was a thunderbolt out of a clear +sky. Walters was not expecting an application from this source +for the next ten years. But there was no getting around +it—here were the certified checks, and they were good for +their face. Tom was therefore elevated to a place with the Judge +and the other elect, and the great news was announced from +headquarters. It was the most stunning surprise of the decade, +and so profound was the sensation that it lifted the new hero up +to the judicial one's altitude, and the school had two marvels to +gaze upon in place of one. The boys were all eaten up with +envy—but those that suffered the bitterest pangs were those +who perceived too late that they themselves had contributed to +this hated splendor by trading tickets to Tom for the wealth he +had amassed in selling whitewashing privileges. These despised +themselves, as being the dupes of a wily fraud, a guileful snake +in the grass.</p> + +<p>The prize was delivered to Tom with as much effusion as the +superintendent could pump up under the circumstances; but it +lacked somewhat of the true gush, for the poor fellow's instinct +taught him that there was a mystery here that could not well bear +the light, perhaps; it was simply preposterous that this boy had +warehoused two thousand sheaves of Scriptural wisdom on his +premises—a dozen would strain his capacity, without a +doubt.</p> + +<p>Amy Lawrence was proud and glad, and she tried to make Tom see +it in her face—but he wouldn't look. She wondered; then she +was just a grain troubled; next a dim suspicion came and +went—came again; she watched; a furtive glance told her +worlds—and then her heart broke, and she was jealous, and +angry, and the tears came and she hated everybody. Tom most of +all (she thought).</p> + +<p>Tom was introduced to the Judge; but his tongue was tied, his +breath would hardly come, his heart quaked—partly because +of the awful greatness of the man, but mainly because he was her +parent. He would have liked to fall down and worship him, if it +were in the dark. The Judge put his hand on Tom's head and called +him a fine little man, and asked him what his name was. The boy +stammered, gasped, and got it out:</p> + +<p>"Tom."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, not Tom—it is—"</p> + +<p>"Thomas."</p> + +<p>"Ah, that's it. I thought there was more to it, maybe. That's +very well. But you've another one I daresay, and you'll tell it +to me, won't you?"</p> + +<p>"Tell the gentleman your other name, Thomas," said Walters, +"and say sir. You mustn't forget your manners."</p> + +<p>"Thomas Sawyer—sir."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="04-051"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="04-051.jpg (63K)" src="images/04-051.jpg" height="522" width="370"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"That's it! That's a good boy. Fine boy. Fine, manly little +fellow. Two thousand verses is a great many—very, very +great many. And you never can be sorry for the trouble you took +to learn them; for knowledge is worth more than anything there +is in the world; it's what makes great men and good men; you'll +be a great man and a good man yourself, some day, Thomas, and +then you'll look back and say, It's all owing to the precious +Sunday-school privileges of my boyhood—it's all owing to my +dear teachers that taught me to learn—it's all owing to the +good superintendent, who encouraged me, and watched over me, and +gave me a beautiful Bible—a splendid elegant Bible—to +keep and have it all for my own, always—it's all owing to +right bringing up! That is what you will say, Thomas—and +you wouldn't take any money for those two thousand +verses—no indeed you wouldn't. And now you wouldn't mind +telling me and this lady some of the things you've +learned—no, I know you wouldn't—for we are proud of +little boys that learn. Now, no doubt you know the names of all +the twelve disciples. Won't you tell us the names of the first +two that were appointed?"</p> + +<p>Tom was tugging at a button-hole and looking sheepish. He +blushed, now, and his eyes fell. Mr. Walters' heart sank within +him. He said to himself, it is not possible that the boy can +answer the simplest question—why DID the Judge ask him? Yet +he felt obliged to speak up and say:</p> + +<p>"Answer the gentleman, Thomas—don't be afraid."</p> + +<p>Tom still hung fire.</p> + +<p>"Now I know you'll tell me," said the lady. "The names of the +first two disciples were—"</p> + +<p>"DAVID AND GOLIAH!"</p> + +<p>Let us draw the curtain of charity over the rest of the +scene.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="04-052"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="04-052.jpg (43K)" src="images/04-052.jpg" height="300" width="774"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c5"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER V</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="05-053"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="05-053.jpg (205K)" src="images/05-053.jpg" height="931" width="768"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>ABOUT half-past ten the cracked bell of the small church began +to ring, and presently the people began to gather for the +morning sermon. The Sunday-school children distributed themselves +about the house and occupied pews with their parents, so as to +be under supervision. Aunt Polly came, and Tom and Sid and Mary +sat with her—Tom being placed next the aisle, in order that +he might be as far away from the open window and the seductive +outside summer scenes as possible. The crowd filed up the aisles: +the aged and needy postmaster, who had seen better days; the +mayor and his wife—for they had a mayor there, among other +unnecessaries; the justice of the peace; the widow Douglass, +fair, smart, and forty, a generous, good-hearted soul and +well-to-do, her hill mansion the only palace in the town, and the +most hospitable and much the most lavish in the matter of +festivities that St. Petersburg could boast; the bent and +venerable Major and Mrs. Ward; lawyer Riverson, the new notable +from a distance; next the belle of the village, followed by a +troop of lawn-clad and ribbon-decked young heart-breakers; then +all the young clerks in town in a body—for they had stood +in the vestibule sucking their cane-heads, a circling wall of +oiled and simpering admirers, till the last girl had run their +gantlet; and last of all came the Model Boy, Willie Mufferson, +taking as heedful care of his mother as if she were cut glass. He +always brought his mother to church, and was the pride of all the +matrons. The boys all hated him, he was so good. And besides, he +had been "thrown up to them" so much. His white handkerchief was +hanging out of his pocket behind, as usual on +Sundays—accidentally. Tom had no handkerchief, and he +looked upon boys who had as snobs.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="05-054"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="05-054.jpg (45K)" src="images/05-054.jpg" height="492" width="345"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The congregation being fully assembled, now, the bell rang +once more, to warn laggards and stragglers, and then a solemn +hush fell upon the church which was only broken by the tittering +and whispering of the choir in the gallery. The choir always +tittered and whispered all through service. There was once a +church choir that was not ill-bred, but I have forgotten where +it was, now. It was a great many years ago, and I can scarcely +remember anything about it, but I think it was in some foreign +country.</p> + +<p>The minister gave out the hymn, and read it through with a +relish, in a peculiar style which was much admired in that part +of the country. His voice began on a medium key and climbed +steadily up till it reached a certain point, where it bore with +strong emphasis upon the topmost word and then plunged down as if +from a spring-board:</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="05-055"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="05-055.jpg (94K)" src="images/05-055.jpg" height="558" width="794"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Shall I be car-ri-ed toe the skies, on flow'ry BEDS of +ease,</p> + +<p>Whilst others fight to win the prize, and sail thro' BLOOD-y +seas?</p> + +<p>He was regarded as a wonderful reader. At church "sociables" +he was always called upon to read poetry; and when he was +through, the ladies would lift up their hands and let them fall +helplessly in their laps, and "wall" their eyes, and shake their +heads, as much as to say, "Words cannot express it; it is too +beautiful, TOO beautiful for this mortal earth."</p> + +<p>After the hymn had been sung, the Rev. Mr. Sprague turned +himself into a bulletin-board, and read off "notices" of meetings +and societies and things till it seemed that the list would +stretch out to the crack of doom—a queer custom which is +still kept up in America, even in cities, away here in this age +of abundant newspapers. Often, the less there is to justify a +traditional custom, the harder it is to get rid of it.</p> + +<p>And now the minister prayed. A good, generous prayer it was, +and went into details: it pleaded for the church, and the little +children of the church; for the other churches of the village; +for the village itself; for the county; for the State; for the +State officers; for the United States; for the churches of the +United States; for Congress; for the President; for the officers +of the Government; for poor sailors, tossed by stormy seas; for +the oppressed millions groaning under the heel of European +monarchies and Oriental despotisms; for such as have the light +and the good tidings, and yet have not eyes to see nor ears to +hear withal; for the heathen in the far islands of the sea; and +closed with a supplication that the words he was about to speak +might find grace and favor, and be as seed sown in fertile +ground, yielding in time a grateful harvest of good. Amen.</p> + +<p>There was a rustling of dresses, and the standing congregation +sat down. The boy whose history this book relates did not enjoy +the prayer, he only endured it—if he even did that much. +He was restive all through it; he kept tally of the details of +the prayer, unconsciously—for he was not listening, but he +knew the ground of old, and the clergyman's regular route over +it—and when a little trifle of new matter was +interlarded, his ear detected it and his whole nature resented it; +he considered additions unfair, and scoundrelly. In the midst of +the prayer a fly had lit on the back of the pew in front of him +and tortured his spirit by calmly rubbing its hands together, +embracing its head with its arms, and polishing it so vigorously +that it seemed to almost part company with the body, and the +slender thread of a neck was exposed to view; scraping its wings +with its hind legs and smoothing them to its body as if they had +been coat-tails; going through its whole toilet as tranquilly as +if it knew it was perfectly safe. As indeed it was; for as sorely +as Tom's hands itched to grab for it they did not dare—he +believed his soul would be instantly destroyed if he did such a +thing while the prayer was going on. But with the closing +sentence his hand began to curve and steal forward; and the +instant the "Amen" was out the fly was a prisoner of war. His +aunt detected the act and made him let it go.</p> + +<p>The minister gave out his text and droned along monotonously +through an argument that was so prosy that many a head by and by +began to nod—and yet it was an argument that dealt in +limitless fire and brimstone and thinned the predestined elect +down to a company so small as to be hardly worth the saving. Tom +counted the pages of the sermon; after church he always knew how +many pages there had been, but he seldom knew anything else about +the discourse. However, this time he was really interested for a +little while. The minister made a grand and moving picture of the +assembling together of the world's hosts at the millennium when +the lion and the lamb should lie down together and a little +child should lead them. But the pathos, the lesson, the moral of +the great spectacle were lost upon the boy; he only thought of +the conspicuousness of the principal character before the +on-looking nations; his face lit with the thought, and he said to +himself that he wished he could be that child, if it was a tame +lion.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="05-057"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="05-057.jpg (49K)" src="images/05-057.jpg" height="544" width="359"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Now he lapsed into suffering again, as the dry argument was +resumed. Presently he bethought him of a treasure he had and got +it out. It was a large black beetle with formidable jaws—a +"pinchbug," he called it. It was in a percussion-cap box. The +first thing the beetle did was to take him by the finger. A +natural fillip followed, the beetle went floundering into the +aisle and lit on its back, and the hurt finger went into the +boy's mouth. The beetle lay there working its helpless legs, +unable to turn over. Tom eyed it, and longed for it; but it was +safe out of his reach. Other people uninterested in the sermon +found relief in the beetle, and they eyed it too. Presently a +vagrant poodle dog came idling along, sad at heart, lazy with the +summer softness and the quiet, weary of captivity, sighing for +change. He spied the beetle; the drooping tail lifted and wagged. +He surveyed the prize; walked around it; smelt at it from a safe +distance; walked around it again; grew bolder, and took a closer +smell; then lifted his lip and made a gingerly snatch at it, just +missing it; made another, and another; began to enjoy the +diversion; subsided to his stomach with the beetle between his +paws, and continued his experiments; grew weary at last, and then +indifferent and absent-minded. His head nodded, and little by +little his chin descended and touched the enemy, who seized it. +There was a sharp yelp, a flirt of the poodle's head, and the +beetle fell a couple of yards away, and lit on its back once +more. The neighboring spectators shook with a gentle inward joy, +several faces went behind fans and hand-kerchiefs, and Tom was +entirely happy. The dog looked foolish, and probably felt so; but +there was resentment in his heart, too, and a craving for +revenge. So he went to the beetle and began a wary attack on it +again; jumping at it from every point of a circle, lighting with +his fore-paws within an inch of the creature, making even closer +snatches at it with his teeth, and jerking his head till his ears +flapped again. But he grew tired once more, after a while; tried +to amuse himself with a fly but found no relief; followed an ant +around, with his nose close to the floor, and quickly wearied of +that; yawned, sighed, forgot the beetle entirely, and sat down on +it. Then there was a wild yelp of agony and the poodle went +sailing up the aisle; the yelps continued, and so did the dog; he +crossed the house in front of the altar; he flew down the other +aisle; he crossed before the doors; he clamored up the +home-stretch; his anguish grew with his progress, till presently he +was but a woolly comet moving in its orbit with the gleam and the +speed of light. At last the frantic sufferer sheered from its +course, and sprang into its master's lap; he flung it out of the +window, and the voice of distress quickly thinned away and died +in the distance.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="05-058"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="05-058.jpg (50K)" src="images/05-058.jpg" height="373" width="492"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>By this time the whole church was red-faced and suffocating +with suppressed laughter, and the sermon had come to a dead +standstill. The discourse was resumed presently, but it went lame +and halting, all possibility of impressiveness being at an end; +for even the gravest sentiments were constantly being received +with a smothered burst of unholy mirth, under cover of some +remote pew-back, as if the poor parson had said a rarely +facetious thing. It was a genuine relief to the whole +congregation when the ordeal was over and the benediction +pronounced.</p> + +<p>Tom Sawyer went home quite cheerful, thinking to himself that +there was some satisfaction about divine service when there was a +bit of variety in it. He had but one marring thought; he was +willing that the dog should play with his pinchbug, but he did +not think it was upright in him to carry it off.</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="05-059"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="05-059.jpg (33K)" src="images/05-059.jpg" height="389" width="614"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c6"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER VI</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="06-060"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="06-060.jpg (202K)" src="images/06-060.jpg" height="1011" width="808"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>MONDAY morning found Tom Sawyer miserable. Monday morning +always found him so—because it began another week's slow +suffering in school. He generally began that day with wishing he +had had no intervening holiday, it made the going into captivity +and fetters again so much more odious.</p> + +<p>Tom lay thinking. Presently it occurred to him that he wished +he was sick; then he could stay home from school. Here was a +vague possibility. He canvassed his system. No ailment was +found, and he investigated again. This time he thought he could +detect colicky symptoms, and he began to encourage them with +considerable hope. But they soon grew feeble, and presently died +wholly away. He reflected further. Suddenly he discovered +something. One of his upper front teeth was loose. This was +lucky; he was about to begin to groan, as a "starter," as he +called it, when it occurred to him that if he came into court +with that argument, his aunt would pull it out, and that would +hurt. So he thought he would hold the tooth in reserve for the +present, and seek further. Nothing offered for some little time, +and then he remembered hearing the doctor tell about a certain +thing that laid up a patient for two or three weeks and +threatened to make him lose a finger. So the boy eagerly drew his +sore toe from under the sheet and held it up for inspection. But +now he did not know the necessary symptoms. However, it seemed +well worth while to chance it, so he fell to groaning with +considerable spirit.</p> + +<p>But Sid slept on unconscious.</p> + +<p>Tom groaned louder, and fancied that he began to feel pain in +the toe.</p> + +<p>No result from Sid.</p> + +<p>Tom was panting with his exertions by this time. He took a +rest and then swelled himself up and fetched a succession of +admirable groans.</p> + +<p>Sid snored on.</p> + +<p>Tom was aggravated. He said, "Sid, Sid!" and shook him. This +course worked well, and Tom began to groan again. Sid yawned, +stretched, then brought himself up on his elbow with a snort, and +began to stare at Tom. Tom went on groaning. Sid said:</p> + +<p>"Tom! Say, Tom!" [No response.] "Here, Tom! TOM! What is the +matter, Tom?" And he shook him and looked in his face +anxiously.</p> + +<p>Tom moaned out:</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't, Sid. Don't joggle me."</p> + +<p>"Why, what's the matter, Tom? I must call auntie."</p> + +<p>"No—never mind. It'll be over by and by, maybe. Don't +call anybody."</p> + +<p>"But I must! DON'T groan so, Tom, it's awful. How long you +been this way?"</p> + +<p>"Hours. Ouch! Oh, don't stir so, Sid, you'll kill me."</p> + +<p>"Tom, why didn't you wake me sooner? Oh, Tom, DON'T! It makes +my flesh crawl to hear you. Tom, what is the matter?"</p> + +<p>"I forgive you everything, Sid. [Groan.] Everything you've +ever done to me. When I'm gone—"</p> + +<p>"Oh, Tom, you ain't dying, are you? Don't, Tom—oh, +don't. Maybe—"</p> + +<p>"I forgive everybody, Sid. [Groan.] Tell 'em so, Sid. And Sid, +you give my window-sash and my cat with one eye to that new girl +that's come to town, and tell her—"</p> + +<p>But Sid had snatched his clothes and gone. Tom was suffering +in reality, now, so handsomely was his imagination working, and +so his groans had gathered quite a genuine tone.</p> + +<p>Sid flew downstairs and said:</p> + +<p>"Oh, Aunt Polly, come! Tom's dying!"</p> + +<p>"Dying!"</p> + +<p>"Yes'm. Don't wait—come quick!"</p> + +<p>"Rubbage! I don't believe it!"</p> + +<p>But she fled upstairs, nevertheless, with Sid and Mary at her +heels. And her face grew white, too, and her lip trembled. When +she reached the bedside she gasped out:</p> + +<p>"You, Tom! Tom, what's the matter with you?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, auntie, I'm—"</p> + +<p>"What's the matter with you—what is the matter with you, +child?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, auntie, my sore toe's mortified!"</p> + +<p>The old lady sank down into a chair and laughed a little, then +cried a little, then did both together. This restored her and she +said:</p> + +<p>"Tom, what a turn you did give me. Now you shut up that +nonsense and climb out of this."</p> + +<p>The groans ceased and the pain vanished from the toe. The boy +felt a little foolish, and he said:</p> + +<p>"Aunt Polly, it SEEMED mortified, and it hurt so I never +minded my tooth at all."</p> + +<p>"Your tooth, indeed! What's the matter with your tooth?"</p> + +<p>"One of them's loose, and it aches perfectly awful."</p> + +<p>"There, there, now, don't begin that groaning again. Open your +mouth. Well—your tooth IS loose, but you're not going to +die about that. Mary, get me a silk thread, and a chunk of fire +out of the kitchen."</p> + +<p>Tom said:</p> + +<p>"Oh, please, auntie, don't pull it out. It don't hurt any +more. I wish I may never stir if it does. Please don't, auntie. I +don't want to stay home from school."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="06-063"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="06-063.jpg (54K)" src="images/06-063.jpg" height="516" width="367"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Oh, you don't, don't you? So all this row was because you +thought you'd get to stay home from school and go a-fishing? Tom, +Tom, I love you so, and you seem to try every way you can to +break my old heart with your outrageousness." By this time the +dental instruments were ready. The old lady made one end of the +silk thread fast to Tom's tooth with a loop and tied the other to +the bedpost. Then she seized the chunk of fire and suddenly +thrust it almost into the boy's face. The tooth hung dangling by +the bedpost, now.</p> + +<p>But all trials bring their compensations. As Tom wended to +school after breakfast, he was the envy of every boy he met +because the gap in his upper row of teeth enabled him to +expectorate in a new and admirable way. He gathered quite a +following of lads interested in the exhibition; and one that had +cut his finger and had been a centre of fascination and homage up +to this time, now found himself suddenly without an adherent, +and shorn of his glory. His heart was heavy, and he said with a +disdain which he did not feel that it wasn't anything to spit +like Tom Sawyer; but another boy said, "Sour grapes!" and he +wandered away a dismantled hero.</p> + +<p>Shortly Tom came upon the juvenile pariah of the village, +Huckleberry Finn, son of the town drunkard. Huckleberry was +cordially hated and dreaded by all the mothers of the town, +because he was idle and lawless and vulgar and bad—and +because all their children admired him so, and delighted in his +forbidden society, and wished they dared to be like him. Tom was +like the rest of the respectable boys, in that he envied +Huckleberry his gaudy outcast condition, and was under strict +orders not to play with him. So he played with him every time he +got a chance. Huckleberry was always dressed in the cast-off +clothes of full-grown men, and they were in perennial bloom and +fluttering with rags. His hat was a vast ruin with a wide +crescent lopped out of its brim; his coat, when he wore one, hung +nearly to his heels and had the rearward buttons far down the +back; but one suspender supported his trousers; the seat of the +trousers bagged low and contained nothing, the fringed legs +dragged in the dirt when not rolled up.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="06-064"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="06-064.jpg (42K)" src="images/06-064.jpg" height="488" width="341"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Huckleberry came and went, at his own free will. He slept on +doorsteps in fine weather and in empty hogsheads in wet; he did +not have to go to school or to church, or call any being master +or obey anybody; he could go fishing or swimming when and where +he chose, and stay as long as it suited him; nobody forbade him +to fight; he could sit up as late as he pleased; he was always +the first boy that went barefoot in the spring and the last to +resume leather in the fall; he never had to wash, nor put on +clean clothes; he could swear wonderfully. In a word, everything +that goes to make life precious that boy had. So thought every +harassed, hampered, respectable boy in St. Petersburg.</p> + +<p>Tom hailed the romantic outcast:</p> + +<p>"Hello, Huckleberry!"</p> + +<p>"Hello yourself, and see how you like it."</p> + +<p>"What's that you got?"</p> + +<p>"Dead cat."</p> + +<p>"Lemme see him, Huck. My, he's pretty stiff. Where'd you get +him ?"</p> + +<p>"Bought him off'n a boy."</p> + +<p>"What did you give?"</p> + +<p>"I give a blue ticket and a bladder that I got at the +slaughter-house."</p> + +<p>"Where'd you get the blue ticket?"</p> + +<p>"Bought it off'n Ben Rogers two weeks ago for a +hoop-stick."</p> + +<p>"Say—what is dead cats good for, Huck?"</p> + +<p>"Good for? Cure warts with."</p> + +<p>"No! Is that so? I know something that's better."</p> + +<p>"I bet you don't. What is it?"</p> + +<p>"Why, spunk-water."</p> + +<p>"Spunk-water! I wouldn't give a dern for spunk-water."</p> + +<p>"You wouldn't, wouldn't you? D'you ever try it?"</p> + +<p>"No, I hain't. But Bob Tanner did."</p> + +<p>"Who told you so!"</p> + +<p>"Why, he told Jeff Thatcher, and Jeff told Johnny Baker, and +Johnny told Jim Hollis, and Jim told Ben Rogers, and Ben told a +nigger, and the nigger told me. There now!"</p> + +<p>"Well, what of it? They'll all lie. Leastways all but the +nigger. I don't know HIM. But I never see a nigger that WOULDN'T +lie. Shucks! Now you tell me how Bob Tanner done it, Huck."</p> + +<p>"Why, he took and dipped his hand in a rotten stump where the +rain-water was."</p> + +<p>"In the daytime?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly."</p> + +<p>"With his face to the stump?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. Least I reckon so."</p> + +<p>"Did he say anything?"</p> + +<p>"I don't reckon he did. I don't know."</p> + +<p>"Aha! Talk about trying to cure warts with spunk-water such a +blame fool way as that! Why, that ain't a-going to do any good. +You got to go all by yourself, to the middle of the woods, where +you know there's a spunk- water stump, and just as it's midnight +you back up against the stump and jam your hand in and say:</p> + +<p>'Barley-corn, barley-corn, injun-meal shorts, Spunk-water, +spunk-water, swaller these warts,'</p> + +<p>and then walk away quick, eleven steps, with your eyes shut, +and then turn around three times and walk home without speaking +to anybody. Because if you speak the charm's busted."</p> + +<p>"Well, that sounds like a good way; but that ain't the way Bob +Tanner done."</p> + +<p>"No, sir, you can bet he didn't, becuz he's the wartiest boy +in this town; and he wouldn't have a wart on him if he'd knowed +how to work spunk-water. I've took off thousands of warts off of +my hands that way, Huck. I play with frogs so much that I've +always got considerable many warts. Sometimes I take 'em off +with a bean."</p> + +<p>"Yes, bean's good. I've done that."</p> + +<p>"Have you? What's your way?"</p> + +<p>"You take and split the bean, and cut the wart so as to get +some blood, and then you put the blood on one piece of the bean +and take and dig a hole and bury it 'bout midnight at the +crossroads in the dark of the moon, and then you burn up the rest +of the bean. You see that piece that's got the blood on it will +keep drawing and drawing, trying to fetch the other piece to it, +and so that helps the blood to draw the wart, and pretty soon off +she comes."</p> + +<p>"Yes, that's it, Huck—that's it; though when you're +burying it if you say 'Down bean; off wart; come no more to +bother me!' it's better. That's the way Joe Harper does, and he's +been nearly to Coonville and most everywheres. But say—how +do you cure 'em with dead cats?"</p> + +<p>"Why, you take your cat and go and get in the grave-yard 'long +about midnight when somebody that was wicked has been buried; and +when it's midnight a devil will come, or maybe two or three, but +you can't see 'em, you can only hear something like the wind, or +maybe hear 'em talk; and when they're taking that feller away, +you heave your cat after 'em and say, 'Devil follow corpse, cat +follow devil, warts follow cat, I'm done with ye!' That'll fetch +ANY wart."</p> + +<p>"Sounds right. D'you ever try it, Huck?"</p> + +<p>"No, but old Mother Hopkins told me."</p> + +<p>"Well, I reckon it's so, then. Becuz they say she's a +witch."</p> + +<p>"Say! Why, Tom, I KNOW she is. She witched pap. Pap says so +his own self. He come along one day, and he see she was +a-witching him, so he took up a rock, and if she hadn't dodged, +he'd a got her. Well, that very night he rolled off'n a shed +wher' he was a layin drunk, and broke his arm."</p> + +<p>"Why, that's awful. How did he know she was a-witching +him?"</p> + +<p>"Lord, pap can tell, easy. Pap says when they keep looking at +you right stiddy, they're a-witching you. Specially if they +mumble. Becuz when they mumble they're saying the Lord's Prayer +backards."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="06-067"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="06-067.jpg (48K)" src="images/06-067.jpg" height="580" width="322"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Say, Hucky, when you going to try the cat?"</p> + +<p>"To-night. I reckon they'll come after old Hoss Williams +to-night."</p> + +<p>"But they buried him Saturday. Didn't they get him Saturday +night?"</p> + +<p>"Why, how you talk! How could their charms work till +midnight?—and THEN it's Sunday. Devils don't slosh around +much of a Sunday, I don't reckon."</p> + +<p>"I never thought of that. That's so. Lemme go with you?"</p> + +<p>"Of course—if you ain't afeard."</p> + +<p>"Afeard! 'Tain't likely. Will you meow?"</p> + +<p>"Yes—and you meow back, if you get a chance. Last time, +you kep' me a-meowing around till old Hays went to throwing rocks +at me and says 'Dern that cat!' and so I hove a brick through his +window—but don't you tell."</p> + +<p>"I won't. I couldn't meow that night, becuz auntie was +watching me, but I'll meow this time. Say—what's that?"</p> + +<p>"Nothing but a tick."</p> + +<p>"Where'd you get him?"</p> + +<p>"Out in the woods."</p> + +<p>"What'll you take for him?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know. I don't want to sell him."</p> + +<p>"All right. It's a mighty small tick, anyway."</p> + +<p>"Oh, anybody can run a tick down that don't belong to them. +I'm satisfied with it. It's a good enough tick for me."</p> + +<p>"Sho, there's ticks a plenty. I could have a thousand of 'em +if I wanted to."</p> + +<p>"Well, why don't you? Becuz you know mighty well you can't. +This is a pretty early tick, I reckon. It's the first one I've +seen this year."</p> + +<p>"Say, Huck—I'll give you my tooth for him."</p> + +<p>"Less see it."</p> + +<p>Tom got out a bit of paper and carefully unrolled it. +Huckleberry viewed it wistfully. The temptation was very strong. +At last he said:</p> + +<p>"Is it genuwyne?"</p> + +<p>Tom lifted his lip and showed the vacancy.</p> + +<p>"Well, all right," said Huckleberry, "it's a trade."</p> + +<p>Tom enclosed the tick in the percussion-cap box that had +lately been the pinchbug's prison, and the boys separated, each +feeling wealthier than before.</p> + +<p>When Tom reached the little isolated frame school-house, he +strode in briskly, with the manner of one who had come with all +honest speed. He hung his hat on a peg and flung himself into his +seat with business-like alacrity. The master, throned on high +in his great splint-bottom arm-chair, was dozing, lulled by the +drowsy hum of study. The interruption roused him.</p> + +<p>"Thomas Sawyer!"</p> + +<p>Tom knew that when his name was pronounced in full, it meant +trouble.</p> + +<p>"Sir!"</p> + +<p>"Come up here. Now, sir, why are you late again, as +usual?"</p> + +<p>Tom was about to take refuge in a lie, when he saw two long +tails of yellow hair hanging down a back that he recognized by +the electric sympathy of love; and by that form was THE ONLY +VACANT PLACE on the girls' side of the school-house. He instantly +said:</p> + +<p>"I STOPPED TO TALK WITH HUCKLEBERRY FINN!"</p> + +<p>The master's pulse stood still, and he stared helplessly. The +buzz of study ceased. The pupils wondered if this foolhardy boy +had lost his mind. The master said:</p> + +<p>"You—you did what?"</p> + +<p>"Stopped to talk with Huckleberry Finn."</p> + +<p>There was no mistaking the words.</p> + +<p>"Thomas Sawyer, this is the most astounding confession I have +ever listened to. No mere ferule will answer for this offence. +Take off your jacket."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="06-069"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="06-069.jpg (48K)" src="images/06-069.jpg" height="518" width="346"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The master's arm performed until it was tired and the stock of +switches notably diminished. Then the order followed:</p> + +<p>"Now, sir, go and sit with the girls! And let this be a +warning to you."</p> + +<p>The titter that rippled around the room appeared to abash the +boy, but in reality that result was caused rather more by his +worshipful awe of his unknown idol and the dread pleasure that +lay in his high good fortune. He sat down upon the end of the +pine bench and the girl hitched herself away from him with a toss +of her head. Nudges and winks and whispers traversed the room, +but Tom sat still, with his arms upon the long, low desk before +him, and seemed to study his book.</p> + +<p>By and by attention ceased from him, and the accustomed +school murmur rose upon the dull air once more. Presently the boy +began to steal furtive glances at the girl. She observed it, +"made a mouth" at him and gave him the back of her head for the +space of a minute. When she cautiously faced around again, a +peach lay before her. She thrust it away. Tom gently put it back. +She thrust it away again, but with less animosity. Tom patiently +returned it to its place. Then she let it remain. Tom scrawled on +his slate, "Please take it—I got more." The girl glanced at +the words, but made no sign. Now the boy began to draw something +on the slate, hiding his work with his left hand. For a time the +girl refused to notice; but her human curiosity presently began +to manifest itself by hardly perceptible signs. The boy worked +on, apparently unconscious. The girl made a sort of +non-committal attempt to see, but the boy did not betray that he +was aware of it. At last she gave in and hesitatingly +whispered:</p> + +<p>"Let me see it."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="06-070"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="06-070.jpg (26K)" src="images/06-070.jpg" height="348" width="454"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Tom partly uncovered a dismal caricature of a house with two +gable ends to it and a corkscrew of smoke issuing from the +chimney. Then the girl's interest began to fasten itself upon the +work and she forgot everything else. When it was finished, she +gazed a moment, then whispered:</p> + +<p>"It's nice—make a man."</p> + +<p>The artist erected a man in the front yard, that resembled a +derrick. He could have stepped over the house; but the girl was +not hypercritical; she was satisfied with the monster, and +whispered:</p> + +<p>"It's a beautiful man—now make me coming along."</p> + +<p>Tom drew an hour-glass with a full moon and straw limbs to it +and armed the spreading fingers with a portentous fan. The girl +said:</p> + +<p>"It's ever so nice—I wish I could draw."</p> + +<p>"It's easy," whispered Tom, "I'll learn you."</p> + +<p>"Oh, will you? When?"</p> + +<p>"At noon. Do you go home to dinner?"</p> + +<p>"I'll stay if you will."</p> + +<p>"Good—that's a whack. What's your name?"</p> + +<p>"Becky Thatcher. What's yours? Oh, I know. It's Thomas +Sawyer."</p> + +<p>"That's the name they lick me by. I'm Tom when I'm good. You +call me Tom, will you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>Now Tom began to scrawl something on the slate, hiding the +words from the girl. But she was not backward this time. She +begged to see. Tom said:</p> + +<p>"Oh, it ain't anything."</p> + +<p>"Yes it is."</p> + +<p>"No it ain't. You don't want to see."</p> + +<p>"Yes I do, indeed I do. Please let me."</p> + +<p>"You'll tell."</p> + +<p>"No I won't—deed and deed and double deed won't."</p> + +<p>"You won't tell anybody at all? Ever, as long as you +live?"</p> + +<p>"No, I won't ever tell ANYbody. Now let me."</p> + +<p>"Oh, YOU don't want to see!"</p> + +<p>"Now that you treat me so, I WILL see." And she put her small +hand upon his and a little scuffle ensued, Tom pretending to +resist in earnest but letting his hand slip by degrees till these +words were revealed: "I LOVE YOU."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you bad thing!" And she hit his hand a smart rap, but +reddened and looked pleased, nevertheless.</p> + +<p>Just at this juncture the boy felt a slow, fateful grip +closing on his ear, and a steady lifting impulse. In that vise he +was borne across the house and deposited in his own seat, under +a peppering fire of giggles from the whole school. Then the +master stood over him during a few awful moments, and finally +moved away to his throne without saying a word. But although +Tom's ear tingled, his heart was jubilant.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="06-071"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="06-071.jpg (46K)" src="images/06-071.jpg" height="459" width="373"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>As the school quieted down Tom made an honest effort to study, +but the turmoil within him was too great. In turn he took his +place in the reading class and made a botch of it; then in the +geography class and turned lakes into mountains, mountains into +rivers, and rivers into continents, till chaos was come again; +then in the spelling class, and got "turned down," by a +succession of mere baby words, till he brought up at the foot and +yielded up the pewter medal which he had worn with ostentation +for months.</p> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c7"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER VII</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="07-072"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="07-072.jpg (175K)" src="images/07-072.jpg" height="912" width="777"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>THE harder Tom tried to fasten his mind on his book, the more +his ideas wandered. So at last, with a sigh and a yawn, he gave +it up. It seemed to him that the noon recess would never come. +The air was utterly dead. There was not a breath stirring. It was +the sleepiest of sleepy days. The drowsing murmur of the five and +twenty studying scholars soothed the soul like the spell that is +in the murmur of bees. Away off in the flaming sunshine, Cardiff +Hill lifted its soft green sides through a shimmering veil of +heat, tinted with the purple of distance; a few birds floated on +lazy wing high in the air; no other living thing was visible but +some cows, and they were asleep. Tom's heart ached to be free, or +else to have something of interest to do to pass the dreary time. +His hand wandered into his pocket and his face lit up with a glow +of gratitude that was prayer, though he did not know it. Then +furtively the percussion-cap box came out. He released the tick +and put him on the long flat desk. The creature probably glowed +with a gratitude that amounted to prayer, too, at this moment, +but it was premature: for when he started thankfully to travel +off, Tom turned him aside with a pin and made him take a new +direction.</p> + +<p>Tom's bosom friend sat next him, suffering just as Tom had +been, and now he was deeply and gratefully interested in this +entertainment in an instant. This bosom friend was Joe Harper. +The two boys were sworn friends all the week, and embattled +enemies on Saturdays. Joe took a pin out of his lapel and began +to assist in exercising the prisoner. The sport grew in interest +momently. Soon Tom said that they were interfering with each +other, and neither getting the fullest benefit of the tick. So he +put Joe's slate on the desk and drew a line down the middle of it +from top to bottom.</p> + +<p>"Now," said he, "as long as he is on your side you can stir +him up and I'll let him alone; but if you let him get away and +get on my side, you're to leave him alone as long as I can keep +him from crossing over."</p> + +<p>"All right, go ahead; start him up."</p> + +<p>The tick escaped from Tom, presently, and crossed the equator. +Joe harassed him awhile, and then he got away and crossed back +again. This change of base occurred often. While one boy was +worrying the tick with absorbing interest, the other would look +on with interest as strong, the two heads bowed together over the +slate, and the two souls dead to all things else. At last luck +seemed to settle and abide with Joe. The tick tried this, that, +and the other course, and got as excited and as anxious as the +boys themselves, but time and again just as he would have victory +in his very grasp, so to speak, and Tom's fingers would be +twitching to begin, Joe's pin would deftly head him off, and keep +possession. At last Tom could stand it no longer. The temptation +was too strong. So he reached out and lent a hand with his pin. +Joe was angry in a moment. Said he:</p> + +<p>"Tom, you let him alone."</p> + +<p>"I only just want to stir him up a little, Joe."</p> + +<p>"No, sir, it ain't fair; you just let him alone."</p> + +<p>"Blame it, I ain't going to stir him much."</p> + +<p>"Let him alone, I tell you."</p> + +<p>"I won't!"</p> + +<p>"You shall—he's on my side of the line."</p> + +<p>"Look here, Joe Harper, whose is that tick?"</p> + +<p>"I don't care whose tick he is—he's on my side of the +line, and you sha'n't touch him."</p> + +<p>"Well, I'll just bet I will, though. He's my tick and I'll do +what I blame please with him, or die!"</p> + +<p>A tremendous whack came down on Tom's shoulders, and its +duplicate on Joe's; and for the space of two minutes the dust +continued to fly from the two jackets and the whole school to +enjoy it. The boys had been too absorbed to notice the hush that +had stolen upon the school awhile before when the master came +tiptoeing down the room and stood over them. He had contemplated +a good part of the performance before he contributed his bit of +variety to it.</p> + +<p>When school broke up at noon, Tom flew to Becky Thatcher, and +whispered in her ear:</p> + +<p>"Put on your bonnet and let on you're going home; and when you +get to the corner, give the rest of 'em the slip, and turn down +through the lane and come back. I'll go the other way and come it +over 'em the same way."</p> + +<p>So the one went off with one group of scholars, and the other +with another. In a little while the two met at the bottom of the +lane, and when they reached the school they had it all to +themselves. Then they sat together, with a slate before them, and +Tom gave Becky the pencil and held her hand in his, guiding it, +and so created another surprising house. When the interest in art +began to wane, the two fell to talking. Tom was swimming in +bliss. He said:</p> + +<p>"Do you love rats?"</p> + +<p>"No! I hate them!"</p> + +<p>"Well, I do, too—LIVE ones. But I mean dead ones, to +swing round your head with a string."</p> + +<p>"No, I don't care for rats much, anyway. What I like is +chewing-gum."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I should say so! I wish I had some now."</p> + +<p>"Do you? I've got some. I'll let you chew it awhile, but you +must give it back to me."</p> + +<p>That was agreeable, so they chewed it turn about, and dangled +their legs against the bench in excess of contentment.</p> + +<p>"Was you ever at a circus?" said Tom.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and my pa's going to take me again some time, if I'm +good."</p> + +<p>"I been to the circus three or four times—lots of times. +Church ain't shucks to a circus. There's things going on at a +circus all the time. I'm going to be a clown in a circus when I +grow up."</p> + +<p>"Oh, are you! That will be nice. They're so lovely, all +spotted up."</p> + +<p>"Yes, that's so. And they get slathers of money—most a +dollar a day, Ben Rogers says. Say, Becky, was you ever +engaged?"</p> + +<p>"What's that?"</p> + +<p>"Why, engaged to be married."</p> + +<p>"No."</p> + +<p>"Would you like to?"</p> + +<p>"I reckon so. I don't know. What is it like?"</p> + +<p>"Like? Why it ain't like anything. You only just tell a boy +you won't ever have anybody but him, ever ever ever, and then you +kiss and that's all. Anybody can do it."</p> + +<p>"Kiss? What do you kiss for?"</p> + +<p>"Why, that, you know, is to—well, they always do +that."</p> + +<p>"Everybody?"</p> + +<p>"Why, yes, everybody that's in love with each other. Do you +remember what I wrote on the slate?"</p> + +<p>"Ye—yes."</p> + +<p>"What was it?"</p> + +<p>"I sha'n't tell you."</p> + +<p>"Shall I tell YOU?"</p> + +<p>"Ye—yes—but some other time."</p> + +<p>"No, now."</p> + +<p>"No, not now—to-morrow."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, NOW. Please, Becky—I'll whisper it, I'll +whisper it ever so easy."</p> + +<p>Becky hesitating, Tom took silence for consent, and passed his +arm about her waist and whispered the tale ever so softly, with +his mouth close to her ear. And then he added:</p> + +<p>"Now you whisper it to me—just the same."</p> + +<p>She resisted, for a while, and then said:</p> + +<p>"You turn your face away so you can't see, and then I will. +But you mustn't ever tell anybody—WILL you, Tom? Now you +won't, WILL you?"</p> + +<p>"No, indeed, indeed I won't. Now, Becky."</p> + +<p>He turned his face away. She bent timidly around till her +breath stirred his curls and whispered, +"I—love—you!"</p> + +<p>Then she sprang away and ran around and around the desks and +benches, with Tom after her, and took refuge in a corner at last, +with her little white apron to her face. Tom clasped her about +her neck and pleaded:</p> + +<p>"Now, Becky, it's all done—all over but the kiss. Don't +you be afraid of that—it ain't anything at all. Please, +Becky." And he tugged at her apron and the hands.</p> + +<p>By and by she gave up, and let her hands drop; her face, all +glowing with the struggle, came up and submitted. Tom kissed the +red lips and said:</p> + +<p>"Now it's all done, Becky. And always after this, you know, +you ain't ever to love anybody but me, and you ain't ever to +marry anybody but me, ever never and forever. Will you?"</p> + +<p>"No, I'll never love anybody but you, Tom, and I'll never +marry anybody but you—and you ain't to ever marry anybody +but me, either."</p> + +<p>"Certainly. Of course. That's PART of it. And always coming to +school or when we're going home, you're to walk with me, when +there ain't anybody looking—and you choose me and I choose +you at parties, because that's the way you do when you're +engaged."</p> + +<p>"It's so nice. I never heard of it before."</p> + +<p>"Oh, it's ever so gay! Why, me and Amy Lawrence—"</p> + +<p>The big eyes told Tom his blunder and he stopped, +confused.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Tom! Then I ain't the first you've ever been engaged +to!"</p> + +<p>The child began to cry. Tom said:</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't cry, Becky, I don't care for her any more."</p> + +<p>"Yes, you do, Tom—you know you do."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="07-077"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="07-077.jpg (52K)" src="images/07-077.jpg" height="516" width="352"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>Tom tried to put his arm about her neck, but she pushed him +away and turned her face to the wall, and went on crying. Tom +tried again, with soothing words in his mouth, and was repulsed +again. Then his pride was up, and he strode away and went +outside. He stood about, restless and uneasy, for a while, +glancing at the door, every now and then, hoping she would repent +and come to find him. But she did not. Then he began to feel +badly and fear that he was in the wrong. It was a hard struggle +with him to make new advances, now, but he nerved himself to it +and entered. She was still standing back there in the corner, +sobbing, with her face to the wall. Tom's heart smote him. He +went to her and stood a moment, not knowing exactly how to +proceed. Then he said hesitatingly:</p> + +<p>"Becky, I—I don't care for anybody but you."</p> + +<p>No reply—but sobs.</p> + +<p>"Becky"—pleadingly. "Becky, won't you say +something?"</p> + +<p>More sobs.</p> + +<p>Tom got out his chiefest jewel, a brass knob from the top of +an andiron, and passed it around her so that she could see it, +and said:</p> + +<p>"Please, Becky, won't you take it?"</p> + +<p>She struck it to the floor. Then Tom marched out of the house +and over the hills and far away, to return to school no more that +day. Presently Becky began to suspect. She ran to the door; he +was not in sight; she flew around to the play-yard; he was not +there. Then she called:</p> + +<p>"Tom! Come back, Tom!"</p> + +<p>She listened intently, but there was no answer. She had no +companions but silence and loneliness. So she sat down to cry +again and upbraid herself; and by this time the scholars began to +gather again, and she had to hide her griefs and still her broken +heart and take up the cross of a long, dreary, aching afternoon, +with none among the strangers about her to exchange sorrows +with.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="07-078"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="07-078.jpg (53K)" src="images/07-078.jpg" height="336" width="765"> +</center> +<br><br> + + + + + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Part 2. +by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TOM SAWYER, PART 2. *** + +***** This file should be named 7194-h.htm or 7194-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/7/1/9/7194/ + +Produced by David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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