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diff --git a/7196-h/7196-h.htm b/7196-h/7196-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..100eef1 --- /dev/null +++ b/7196-h/7196-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,1988 @@ +<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> +<html> +<head> +<title>ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER, By Twain, Part 4.</title> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> + + +<style type="text/css"> + <!-- + body {background:#faebd7; margin:10%; text-align:justify} + P { text-indent: 1em; + margin-top: .75em; + margin-bottom: .75em; } + H1,H2,H3,H4,H5,H6 { text-align: center; } + HR { width: 33%; text-align: center; } + blockquote {font-size: 97% } + .figleft {float: left;} + .figright {float: right;} + .toc { margin-left: 15%; margin-bottom: 0em;} + CENTER { padding: 10px;} + // --> +</style> + + +</head> +<body> + +<h2>ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER, By Twain, Part 4.</h2> +<pre> + +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Part 4. +by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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 4. + +Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +Release Date: June 29, 2004 [EBook #7196] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TOM SAWYER *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + + + +<h2>ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER, By Twain, Part 4.</h2> +<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 4.</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> + + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + +<p><a href="#c13">CHAPTER XIII.</a><br> +The Young Pirates—Going to the Rendezvous<br>—The Camp—Fire Talk</p> +<p><a href="#c14">CHAPTER XIV.</a><br> +Camp-Life—A Sensation—Tom Steals Away from Camp</p> +<p><a href="#c15">CHAPTER XV.</a><br> +Tom Reconnoiters—Learns the Situation—Reports at Camp</p> +<p><a href="#c16">CHAPTER XVI.</a><br> +A Day's Amusements—Tom Reveals a Secret—The Pirates <br>take a Lesson +—A Night Surprise—An Indian War</p> +<p><a href="#c17">CHAPTER XVII.</a><br> +Memories of the Lost Heroes—The Point in Tom's Secret</p> + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + +<br><br><br><br> + +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + +<a href="#13-113">Joe Harper</a><br> +<a href="#13-117">On Board Their First Prize</a><br> +<a href="#13-118">The Pirates Ashore</a><br> +<a href="#14-127">Wild Life</a><br> +<a href="#14-123">The Pirate's Bath</a><br> +<a href="#14-124">The Pleasant Stroll</a><br> +<a href="#14-125">The Search for the Drowned</a><br> +<a href="#14-127">The Mysterious Writing</a><br> +<a href="#15-128">River View</a><br> +<a href="#15-130">What Tom Saw</a><br> +<a href="#15-133">Tom Swims the River</a><br> +<a href="#16-134">Taking Lessons</a><br> +<a href="#16-135">The Pirates' Egg Market</a><br> +<a href="#16-139">Tom Looking for Joe's Knife</a> <br> +<a href="#16-141">The Thunder Storm</a><br> +<a href="#16-143">Terrible Slaughter</a><br> +<a href="#17-144">The Mourner</a><br> +<a href="#17-147">Tom's Proudest Moment</a><br> + + + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c13"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER XIII</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="13-113"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="13-113.jpg (173K)" src="images/13-113.jpg" height="919" width="780"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>TOM'S mind was made up now. He was gloomy and desperate. He +was a forsaken, friendless boy, he said; nobody loved him; when +they found out what they had driven him to, perhaps they would be +sorry; he had tried to do right and get along, but they would not +let him; since nothing would do them but to be rid of him, let it +be so; and let them blame HIM for the consequences—why +shouldn't they? What right had the friendless to complain? Yes, +they had forced him to it at last: he would lead a life of crime. +There was no choice.</p> + +<p>By this time he was far down Meadow Lane, and the bell for +school to "take up" tinkled faintly upon his ear. He sobbed, now, +to think he should never, never hear that old familiar sound any +more—it was very hard, but it was forced on him; since he +was driven out into the cold world, he must submit—but he +forgave them. Then the sobs came thick and fast.</p> + +<p>Just at this point he met his soul's sworn comrade, Joe +Harper—hard-eyed, and with evidently a great and dismal +purpose in his heart. Plainly here were "two souls with but a +single thought." Tom, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, began to +blubber out something about a resolution to escape from hard +usage and lack of sympathy at home by roaming abroad into the +great world never to return; and ended by hoping that Joe would +not forget him.</p> + +<p>But it transpired that this was a request which Joe had just +been going to make of Tom, and had come to hunt him up for that +purpose. His mother had whipped him for drinking some cream which +he had never tasted and knew nothing about; it was plain that she +was tired of him and wished him to go; if she felt that way, +there was nothing for him to do but succumb; he hoped she would +be happy, and never regret having driven her poor boy out into +the unfeeling world to suffer and die.</p> + +<p>As the two boys walked sorrowing along, they made a new +compact to stand by each other and be brothers and never separate +till death relieved them of their troubles. Then they began to +lay their plans. Joe was for being a hermit, and living on crusts +in a remote cave, and dying, some time, of cold and want and +grief; but after listening to Tom, he conceded that there were +some conspicuous advantages about a life of crime, and so he +consented to be a pirate.</p> + +<p>Three miles below St. Petersburg, at a point where the +Mississippi River was a trifle over a mile wide, there was a +long, narrow, wooded island, with a shallow bar at the head of +it, and this offered well as a rendezvous. It was not +inhabited; it lay far over toward the further shore, abreast a +dense and almost wholly unpeopled forest. So Jackson's Island was +chosen. Who were to be the subjects of their piracies was a +matter that did not occur to them. Then they hunted up +Huckleberry Finn, and he joined them promptly, for all careers +were one to him; he was indifferent. They presently separated to +meet at a lonely spot on the river-bank two miles above the +village at the favorite hour—which was midnight. There was +a small log raft there which they meant to capture. Each would +bring hooks and lines, and such provision as he could steal in +the most dark and mysterious way—as became outlaws. And +before the afternoon was done, they had all managed to enjoy the +sweet glory of spreading the fact that pretty soon the town would +"hear something." All who got this vague hint were cautioned to +"be mum and wait."</p> + +<p>About midnight Tom arrived with a boiled ham and a few +trifles, and stopped in a dense undergrowth on a small bluff +overlooking the meeting-place. It was starlight, and very still. +The mighty river lay like an ocean at rest. Tom listened a +moment, but no sound disturbed the quiet. Then he gave a low, +distinct whistle. It was answered from under the bluff. Tom +whistled twice more; these signals were answered in the same way. +Then a guarded voice said:</p> + +<p>"Who goes there?"</p> + +<p>"Tom Sawyer, the Black Avenger of the Spanish Main. Name your +names."</p> + +<p>"Huck Finn the Red-Handed, and Joe Harper the Terror of the +Seas." Tom had furnished these titles, from his favorite +literature.</p> + +<p>"'Tis well. Give the countersign."</p> + +<p>Two hoarse whispers delivered the same awful word +simultaneously to the brooding night:</p> + +<p>"BLOOD!"</p> + +<p>Then Tom tumbled his ham over the bluff and let himself down +after it, tearing both skin and clothes to some extent in the +effort. There was an easy, comfortable path along the shore +under the bluff, but it lacked the advantages of difficulty and +danger so valued by a pirate.</p> + +<p>The Terror of the Seas had brought a side of bacon, and had +about worn himself out with getting it there. Finn the Red-Handed +had stolen a skillet and a quantity of half-cured leaf tobacco, +and had also brought a few corn-cobs to make pipes with. But none +of the pirates smoked or "chewed" but himself. The Black Avenger +of the Spanish Main said it would never do to start without some +fire. That was a wise thought; matches were hardly known there in +that day. They saw a fire smouldering upon a great raft a hundred +yards above, and they went stealthily thither and helped +themselves to a chunk. They made an imposing adventure of it, +saying, "Hist!" every now and then, and suddenly halting with +finger on lip; moving with hands on imaginary dagger-hilts; and +giving orders in dismal whispers that if "the foe" stirred, to +"let him have it to the hilt," because "dead men tell no tales." +They knew well enough that the raftsmen were all down at the +village laying in stores or having a spree, but still that was no +excuse for their conducting this thing in an unpiratical way.</p> + +<p>They shoved off, presently, Tom in command, Huck at the after +oar and Joe at the forward. Tom stood amidships, gloomy-browed, +and with folded arms, and gave his orders in a low, stern +whisper:</p> + +<p>"Luff, and bring her to the wind!"</p> + +<p>"Aye-aye, sir!"</p> + +<p>"Steady, steady-y-y-y!"</p> + +<p>"Steady it is, sir!"</p> + +<p>"Let her go off a point!"</p> + +<p>"Point it is, sir!"</p> + +<p>As the boys steadily and monotonously drove the raft toward +mid-stream it was no doubt understood that these orders were +given only for "style," and were not intended to mean anything in +particular.</p> + +<p>"What sail's she carrying?"</p> + +<p>"Courses, tops'ls, and flying-jib, sir."</p> + +<p>"Send the r'yals up! Lay out aloft, there, half a dozen of +ye—foretopmaststuns'l! Lively, now!"</p> + +<p>"Aye-aye, sir!"</p> + +<p>"Shake out that maintogalans'l! Sheets and braces! NOW my +hearties!"</p> + +<p>"Aye-aye, sir!"</p> + +<p>"Hellum-a-lee—hard a port! Stand by to meet her when she +comes! Port, port! NOW, men! With a will! Stead-y-y-y!"</p> + +<p>"Steady it is, sir!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="13-117"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="13-117.jpg (84K)" src="images/13-117.jpg" height="527" width="682"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed +her head right, and then lay on their oars. The river was not +high, so there was not more than a two or three mile current. +Hardly a word was said during the next three-quarters of an hour. +Now the raft was passing before the distant town. Two or three +glimmering lights showed where it lay, peacefully sleeping, +beyond the vague vast sweep of star-gemmed water, unconscious of +the tremendous event that was happening. The Black Avenger stood +still with folded arms, "looking his last" upon the scene of his +former joys and his later sufferings, and wishing "she" could see +him now, abroad on the wild sea, facing peril and death with +dauntless heart, going to his doom with a grim smile on his lips. +It was but a small strain on his imagination to remove Jackson's +Island beyond eye-shot of the village, and so he "looked his +last" with a broken and satisfied heart. The other pirates were +looking their last, too; and they all looked so long that they +came near letting the current drift them out of the range of the +island. But they discovered the danger in time, and made shift to +avert it. About two o'clock in the morning the raft grounded on +the bar two hundred yards above the head of the island, and they +waded back and forth until they had landed their freight. Part of +the little raft's belongings consisted of an old sail, and this +they spread over a nook in the bushes for a tent to shelter their +provisions; but they themselves would sleep in the open air in +good weather, as became outlaws.</p> + +<p>They built a fire against the side of a great log twenty or +thirty steps within the sombre depths of the forest, and then +cooked some bacon in the frying-pan for supper, and used up half +of the corn "pone" stock they had brought. It seemed glorious +sport to be feasting in that wild, free way in the virgin forest +of an unexplored and uninhabited island, far from the haunts of +men, and they said they never would return to civilization. The +climbing fire lit up their faces and threw its ruddy glare upon +the pillared tree-trunks of their forest temple, and upon the +varnished foliage and festooning vines.</p> + +<p>When the last crisp slice of bacon was gone, and the last +allowance of corn pone devoured, the boys stretched themselves +out on the grass, filled with contentment. They could have found +a cooler place, but they would not deny themselves such a +romantic feature as the roasting campfire.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="13-118"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="13-118.jpg (49K)" src="images/13-118.jpg" height="492" width="368"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"AIN'T it gay?" said Joe.</p> + +<p>"It's NUTS!" said Tom. "What would the boys say if they could +see us?"</p> + +<p>"Say? Well, they'd just die to be here—hey, Hucky!"</p> + +<p>"I reckon so," said Huckleberry; "anyways, I'm suited. I don't +want nothing better'n this. I don't ever get enough to eat, +gen'ally—and here they can't come and pick at a feller and +bullyrag him so."</p> + +<p>"It's just the life for me," said Tom. "You don't have to get +up, mornings, and you don't have to go to school, and wash, and +all that blame foolishness. You see a pirate don't have to do +ANYTHING, Joe, when he's ashore, but a hermit HE has to be +praying considerable, and then he don't have any fun, anyway, all +by himself that way."</p> + +<p>"Oh yes, that's so," said Joe, "but I hadn't thought much +about it, you know. I'd a good deal rather be a pirate, now that +I've tried it."</p> + +<p>"You see," said Tom, "people don't go much on hermits, +nowadays, like they used to in old times, but a pirate's always +respected. And a hermit's got to sleep on the hardest place he +can find, and put sackcloth and ashes on his head, and stand out +in the rain, and—"</p> + +<p>"What does he put sackcloth and ashes on his head for?" +inquired Huck.</p> + +<p>"I dono. But they've GOT to do it. Hermits always do. You'd +have to do that if you was a hermit."</p> + +<p>"Dern'd if I would," said Huck.</p> + +<p>"Well, what would you do?"</p> + +<p>"I dono. But I wouldn't do that."</p> + +<p>"Why, Huck, you'd HAVE to. How'd you get around it?"</p> + +<p>"Why, I just wouldn't stand it. I'd run away."</p> + +<p>"Run away! Well, you WOULD be a nice old slouch of a hermit. +You'd be a disgrace."</p> + +<p>The Red-Handed made no response, being better employed. He had +finished gouging out a cob, and now he fitted a weed stem to it, +loaded it with tobacco, and was pressing a coal to the charge and +blowing a cloud of fragrant smoke—he was in the full bloom +of luxurious contentment. The other pirates envied him this +majestic vice, and secretly resolved to acquire it shortly. +Presently Huck said:</p> + +<p>"What does pirates have to do?"</p> + +<p>Tom said:</p> + +<p>"Oh, they have just a bully time—take ships and burn +them, and get the money and bury it in awful places in their +island where there's ghosts and things to watch it, and kill +everybody in the ships—make 'em walk a plank."</p> + +<p>"And they carry the women to the island," said Joe; "they +don't kill the women."</p> + +<p>"No," assented Tom, "they don't kill the women—they're +too noble. And the women's always beautiful, too.</p> + +<p>"And don't they wear the bulliest clothes! Oh no! All gold and +silver and di'monds," said Joe, with enthusiasm.</p> + +<p>"Who?" said Huck.</p> + +<p>"Why, the pirates."</p> + +<p>Huck scanned his own clothing forlornly.</p> + +<p>"I reckon I ain't dressed fitten for a pirate," said he, with +a regretful pathos in his voice; "but I ain't got none but +these."</p> + +<p>But the other boys told him the fine clothes would come fast +enough, after they should have begun their adventures. They made +him understand that his poor rags would do to begin with, though +it was customary for wealthy pirates to start with a proper +wardrobe.</p> + +<p>Gradually their talk died out and drowsiness began to steal +upon the eyelids of the little waifs. The pipe dropped from the +fingers of the Red-Handed, and he slept the sleep of the +conscience-free and the weary. The Terror of the Seas and the +Black Avenger of the Spanish Main had more difficulty in getting +to sleep. They said their prayers inwardly, and lying down, since +there was nobody there with authority to make them kneel and +recite aloud; in truth, they had a mind not to say them at all, +but they were afraid to proceed to such lengths as that, lest +they might call down a sudden and special thunderbolt from +heaven. Then at once they reached and hovered upon the imminent +verge of sleep—but an intruder came, now, that would not +"down." It was conscience. They began to feel a vague fear that +they had been doing wrong to run away; and next they thought of +the stolen meat, and then the real torture came. They tried to +argue it away by reminding conscience that they had purloined +sweetmeats and apples scores of times; but conscience was not to +be appeased by such thin plausibilities; it seemed to them, in +the end, that there was no getting around the stubborn fact that +taking sweetmeats was only "hooking," while taking bacon and hams +and such valuables was plain simple stealing—and there was +a command against that in the Bible. So they inwardly resolved +that so long as they remained in the business, their piracies +should not again be sullied with the crime of stealing. Then +conscience granted a truce, and these curiously inconsistent +pirates fell peacefully to sleep.</p> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c14"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER XIV</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="14-121"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="14-121.jpg (207K)" src="images/14-121.jpg" height="950" width="775"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>WHEN Tom awoke in the morning, he wondered where he was. He +sat up and rubbed his eyes and looked around. Then he +comprehended. It was the cool gray dawn, and there was a +delicious sense of repose and peace in the deep pervading calm +and silence of the woods. Not a leaf stirred; not a sound +obtruded upon great Nature's meditation. Beaded dewdrops stood +upon the leaves and grasses. A white layer of ashes covered the +fire, and a thin blue breath of smoke rose straight into the air. +Joe and Huck still slept.</p> + +<p>Now, far away in the woods a bird called; another answered; +presently the hammering of a woodpecker was heard. Gradually the +cool dim gray of the morning whitened, and as gradually sounds +multiplied and life manifested itself. The marvel of Nature +shaking off sleep and going to work unfolded itself to the musing +boy. A little green worm came crawling over a dewy leaf, lifting +two-thirds of his body into the air from time to time and +"sniffing around," then proceeding again—for he was +measuring, Tom said; and when the worm approached him, of its own +accord, he sat as still as a stone, with his hopes rising and +falling, by turns, as the creature still came toward him or +seemed inclined to go elsewhere; and when at last it considered a +painful moment with its curved body in the air and then came +decisively down upon Tom's leg and began a journey over him, his +whole heart was glad—for that meant that he was going to +have a new suit of clothes—without the shadow of a doubt a +gaudy piratical uniform. Now a procession of ants appeared, from +nowhere in particular, and went about their labors; one +struggled manfully by with a dead spider five times as big as +itself in its arms, and lugged it straight up a tree-trunk. A +brown spotted lady-bug climbed the dizzy height of a grass blade, +and Tom bent down close to it and said, "Lady-bug, lady-bug, fly +away home, your house is on fire, your children's alone," and she +took wing and went off to see about it—which did not +surprise the boy, for he knew of old that this insect was +credulous about conflagrations, and he had practised upon its +simplicity more than once. A tumblebug came next, heaving +sturdily at its ball, and Tom touched the creature, to see it +shut its legs against its body and pretend to be dead. The birds +were fairly rioting by this time. A catbird, the Northern mocker, +lit in a tree over Tom's head, and trilled out her imitations of +her neighbors in a rapture of enjoyment; then a shrill jay swept +down, a flash of blue flame, and stopped on a twig almost within +the boy's reach, cocked his head to one side and eyed the +strangers with a consuming curiosity; a gray squirrel and a big +fellow of the "fox" kind came skurrying along, sitting up at +intervals to inspect and chatter at the boys, for the wild things +had probably never seen a human being before and scarcely knew +whether to be afraid or not. All Nature was wide awake and +stirring, now; long lances of sunlight pierced down through the +dense foliage far and near, and a few butterflies came fluttering +upon the scene.</p> + +<p>Tom stirred up the other pirates and they all clattered away +with a shout, and in a minute or two were stripped and chasing +after and tumbling over each other in the shallow limpid water of +the white sandbar. They felt no longing for the little village +sleeping in the distance beyond the majestic waste of water. A +vagrant current or a slight rise in the river had carried off +their raft, but this only gratified them, since its going was +something like burning the bridge between them and +civilization.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="14-123"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="14-123.jpg (54K)" src="images/14-123.jpg" height="495" width="346"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>They came back to camp wonderfully refreshed, glad-hearted, +and ravenous; and they soon had the camp-fire blazing up again. +Huck found a spring of clear cold water close by, and the boys +made cups of broad oak or hickory leaves, and felt that water, +sweetened with such a wildwood charm as that, would be a good +enough substitute for coffee. While Joe was slicing bacon for +breakfast, Tom and Huck asked him to hold on a minute; they +stepped to a promising nook in the river-bank and threw in their +lines; almost immediately they had reward. Joe had not had time +to get impatient before they were back again with some handsome +bass, a couple of sun-perch and a small catfish—provisions +enough for quite a family. They fried the fish with the bacon, +and were astonished; for no fish had ever seemed so delicious +before. They did not know that the quicker a fresh-water fish is +on the fire after he is caught the better he is; and they +reflected little upon what a sauce open-air sleeping, open-air +exercise, bathing, and a large ingredient of hunger make, +too.</p> + +<p>They lay around in the shade, after breakfast, while Huck had +a smoke, and then went off through the woods on an exploring +expedition. They tramped gayly along, over decaying logs, through +tangled underbrush, among solemn monarchs of the forest, hung +from their crowns to the ground with a drooping regalia of +grape-vines. Now and then they came upon snug nooks carpeted with +grass and jeweled with flowers.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="14-124"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="14-124.jpg (56K)" src="images/14-124.jpg" height="495" width="383"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>They found plenty of things to be delighted with, but nothing +to be astonished at. They discovered that the island was about +three miles long and a quarter of a mile wide, and that the shore +it lay closest to was only separated from it by a narrow channel +hardly two hundred yards wide. They took a swim about every +hour, so it was close upon the middle of the afternoon when they +got back to camp. They were too hungry to stop to fish, but they +fared sumptuously upon cold ham, and then threw themselves down +in the shade to talk. But the talk soon began to drag, and then +died. The stillness, the solemnity that brooded in the woods, and +the sense of loneliness, began to tell upon the spirits of the +boys. They fell to thinking. A sort of undefined longing crept +upon them. This took dim shape, presently—it was budding +homesickness. Even Finn the Red-Handed was dreaming of his +doorsteps and empty hogsheads. But they were all ashamed of their +weakness, and none was brave enough to speak his thought.</p> + +<p>For some time, now, the boys had been dully conscious of a +peculiar sound in the distance, just as one sometimes is of the +ticking of a clock which he takes no distinct note of. But now +this mysterious sound became more pronounced, and forced a +recognition. The boys started, glanced at each other, and then +each assumed a listening attitude. There was a long silence, +profound and unbroken; then a deep, sullen boom came floating +down out of the distance.</p> + +<p>"What is it!" exclaimed Joe, under his breath.</p> + +<p>"I wonder," said Tom in a whisper.</p> + +<p>"'Tain't thunder," said Huckleberry, in an awed tone, "becuz +thunder—"</p> + +<p>"Hark!" said Tom. "Listen—don't talk."</p> + +<p>They waited a time that seemed an age, and then the same +muffled boom troubled the solemn hush.</p> + +<p>"Let's go and see."</p> + +<p>They sprang to their feet and hurried to the shore toward the +town. They parted the bushes on the bank and peered out over the +water. The little steam ferry-boat was about a mile below the +village, drifting with the current. Her broad deck seemed crowded +with people. There were a great many skiffs rowing about or +floating with the stream in the neighborhood of the ferryboat, +but the boys could not determine what the men in them were doing. +Presently a great jet of white smoke burst from the ferryboat's +side, and as it expanded and rose in a lazy cloud, that same dull +throb of sound was borne to the listeners again.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="14-125"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="14-125.jpg (96K)" src="images/14-125.jpg" height="512" width="713"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"I know now!" exclaimed Tom; "somebody's drownded!"</p> + +<p>"That's it!" said Huck; "they done that last summer, when Bill +Turner got drownded; they shoot a cannon over the water, and that +makes him come up to the top. Yes, and they take loaves of bread +and put quicksilver in 'em and set 'em afloat, and wherever +there's anybody that's drownded, they'll float right there and +stop."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I've heard about that," said Joe. "I wonder what makes +the bread do that."</p> + +<p>"Oh, it ain't the bread, so much," said Tom; "I reckon it's +mostly what they SAY over it before they start it out."</p> + +<p>"But they don't say anything over it," said Huck. "I've seen +'em and they don't."</p> + +<p>"Well, that's funny," said Tom. "But maybe they say it to +themselves. Of COURSE they do. Anybody might know that."</p> + +<p>The other boys agreed that there was reason in what Tom said, +because an ignorant lump of bread, uninstructed by an +incantation, could not be expected to act very intelligently when +set upon an errand of such gravity.</p> + +<p>"By jings, I wish I was over there, now," said Joe.</p> + +<p>"I do too" said Huck "I'd give heaps to know who it is."</p> + +<p>The boys still listened and watched. Presently a revealing +thought flashed through Tom's mind, and he exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"Boys, I know who's drownded—it's us!"</p> + +<p>They felt like heroes in an instant. Here was a gorgeous +triumph; they were missed; they were mourned; hearts were +breaking on their account; tears were being shed; accusing +memories of unkindness to these poor lost lads were rising up, +and unavailing regrets and remorse were being indulged; and best +of all, the departed were the talk of the whole town, and the +envy of all the boys, as far as this dazzling notoriety was +concerned. This was fine. It was worth while to be a pirate, +after all.</p> + +<p>As twilight drew on, the ferryboat went back to her accustomed +business and the skiffs disappeared. The pirates returned to +camp. They were jubilant with vanity over their new grandeur and +the illustrious trouble they were making. They caught fish, +cooked supper and ate it, and then fell to guessing at what the +village was thinking and saying about them; and the pictures they +drew of the public distress on their account were gratifying to +look upon—from their point of view. But when the shadows of +night closed them in, they gradually ceased to talk, and sat +gazing into the fire, with their minds evidently wandering +elsewhere. The excitement was gone, now, and Tom and Joe could +not keep back thoughts of certain persons at home who were not +enjoying this fine frolic as much as they were. Misgivings came; +they grew troubled and unhappy; a sigh or two escaped, unawares. +By and by Joe timidly ventured upon a roundabout "feeler" as to +how the others might look upon a return to civilization—not +right now, but—</p> + +<p>Tom withered him with derision! Huck, being uncommitted as +yet, joined in with Tom, and the waverer quickly "explained," and +was glad to get out of the scrape with as little taint of +chicken-hearted home-sickness clinging to his garments as he +could. Mutiny was effectually laid to rest for the moment.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="14-127"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="14-127.jpg (49K)" src="images/14-127.jpg" height="486" width="354"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>As the night deepened, Huck began to nod, and presently to +snore. Joe followed next. Tom lay upon his elbow motionless, for +some time, watching the two intently. At last he got up +cautiously, on his knees, and went searching among the grass and +the flickering reflections flung by the campfire. He picked up +and inspected several large semi-cylinders of the thin white +bark of a sycamore, and finally chose two which seemed to suit +him. Then he knelt by the fire and painfully wrote something upon +each of these with his "red keel"; one he rolled up and put in +his jacket pocket, and the other he put in Joe's hat and removed +it to a little distance from the owner. And he also put into the +hat certain schoolboy treasures of almost inestimable +value—among them a lump of chalk, an India-rubber ball, +three fishhooks, and one of that kind of marbles known as a "sure +'nough crystal." Then he tiptoed his way cautiously among the +trees till he felt that he was out of hearing, and straightway +broke into a keen run in the direction of the sandbar.</p> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c15"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER XV</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="15-128"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="15-128.jpg (171K)" src="images/15-128.jpg" height="904" width="815"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<p>A FEW minutes later Tom was in the shoal water of the bar, +wading toward the Illinois shore. Before the depth reached his +middle he was halfway over; the current would permit no more +wading, now, so he struck out confidently to swim the remaining +hundred yards. He swam quartering upstream, but still was swept +downward rather faster than he had expected. However, he reached +the shore finally, and drifted along till he found a low place +and drew himself out. He put his hand on his jacket pocket, found +his piece of bark safe, and then struck through the woods, +following the shore, with streaming garments. Shortly before ten +o'clock he came out into an open place opposite the village, and +saw the ferryboat lying in the shadow of the trees and the high +bank. Everything was quiet under the blinking stars. He crept +down the bank, watching with all his eyes, slipped into the +water, swam three or four strokes and climbed into the skiff that +did "yawl" duty at the boat's stern. He laid himself down under +the thwarts and waited, panting.</p> + +<p>Presently the cracked bell tapped and a voice gave the order +to "cast off." A minute or two later the skiff's head was +standing high up, against the boat's swell, and the voyage was +begun. Tom felt happy in his success, for he knew it was the +boat's last trip for the night. At the end of a long twelve or +fifteen minutes the wheels stopped, and Tom slipped overboard and +swam ashore in the dusk, landing fifty yards downstream, out of +danger of possible stragglers.</p> + +<p>He flew along unfrequented alleys, and shortly found himself +at his aunt's back fence. He climbed over, approached the "ell," +and looked in at the sitting-room window, for a light was burning +there. There sat Aunt Polly, Sid, Mary, and Joe Harper's mother, +grouped together, talking. They were by the bed, and the bed was +between them and the door. Tom went to the door and began to +softly lift the latch; then he pressed gently and the door +yielded a crack; he continued pushing cautiously, and quaking +every time it creaked, till he judged he might squeeze through on +his knees; so he put his head through and began, warily.</p> + +<p>"What makes the candle blow so?" said Aunt Polly. Tom hurried +up. "Why, that door's open, I believe. Why, of course it is. No +end of strange things now. Go 'long and shut it, Sid."</p> + +<p>Tom disappeared under the bed just in time. He lay and +"breathed" himself for a time, and then crept to where he could +almost touch his aunt's foot.</p> + +<p>"But as I was saying," said Aunt Polly, "he warn't BAD, so to +say—only mischEEvous. Only just giddy, and harum-scarum, +you know. He warn't any more responsible than a colt. HE never +meant any harm, and he was the best-hearted boy that ever +was"—and she began to cry.</p> + +<p>"It was just so with my Joe—always full of his +devilment, and up to every kind of mischief, but he was just as +unselfish and kind as he could be—and laws bless me, to +think I went and whipped him for taking that cream, never once +recollecting that I throwed it out myself because it was sour, +and I never to see him again in this world, never, never, never, +poor abused boy!" And Mrs. Harper sobbed as if her heart would +break.</p> + +<p>"I hope Tom's better off where he is," said Sid, "but if he'd +been better in some ways—"</p> + +<p>"SID!" Tom felt the glare of the old lady's eye, though he +could not see it. "Not a word against my Tom, now that he's gone! +God'll take care of HIM—never you trouble YOURself, sir! +Oh, Mrs. Harper, I don't know how to give him up! I don't know +how to give him up! He was such a comfort to me, although he +tormented my old heart out of me, 'most."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="15-130"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="15-130.jpg (105K)" src="images/15-130.jpg" height="529" width="708"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"The Lord giveth and the Lord hath taken away—Blessed be +the name of the Lord! But it's so hard—Oh, it's so hard! +Only last Saturday my Joe busted a firecracker right under my +nose and I knocked him sprawling. Little did I know then, how +soon—Oh, if it was to do over again I'd hug him and bless +him for it."</p> + +<p>"Yes, yes, yes, I know just how you feel, Mrs. Harper, I know +just exactly how you feel. No longer ago than yesterday noon, my +Tom took and filled the cat full of Pain-killer, and I did think +the cretur would tear the house down. And God forgive me, I +cracked Tom's head with my thimble, poor boy, poor dead boy. But +he's out of all his troubles now. And the last words I ever heard +him say was to reproach—"</p> + +<p>But this memory was too much for the old lady, and she broke +entirely down. Tom was snuffling, now, himself—and more in +pity of himself than anybody else. He could hear Mary crying, and +putting in a kindly word for him from time to time. He began to +have a nobler opinion of himself than ever before. Still, he was +sufficiently touched by his aunt's grief to long to rush out from +under the bed and overwhelm her with joy—and the theatrical +gorgeousness of the thing appealed strongly to his nature, too, +but he resisted and lay still.</p> + +<p>He went on listening, and gathered by odds and ends that it +was conjectured at first that the boys had got drowned while +taking a swim; then the small raft had been missed; next, certain +boys said the missing lads had promised that the village should +"hear something" soon; the wise-heads had "put this and that +together" and decided that the lads had gone off on that raft and +would turn up at the next town below, presently; but toward noon +the raft had been found, lodged against the Missouri shore some +five or six miles below the village—and then hope perished; +they must be drowned, else hunger would have driven them home by +nightfall if not sooner. It was believed that the search for the +bodies had been a fruitless effort merely because the drowning +must have occurred in mid-channel, since the boys, being good +swimmers, would otherwise have escaped to shore. This was +Wednesday night. If the bodies continued missing until Sunday, +all hope would be given over, and the funerals would be preached +on that morning. Tom shuddered.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Harper gave a sobbing goodnight and turned to go. Then +with a mutual impulse the two bereaved women flung themselves +into each other's arms and had a good, consoling cry, and then +parted. Aunt Polly was tender far beyond her wont, in her +goodnight to Sid and Mary. Sid snuffled a bit and Mary went off +crying with all her heart.</p> + +<p>Aunt Polly knelt down and prayed for Tom so touchingly, so +appealingly, and with such measureless love in her words and her +old trembling voice, that he was weltering in tears again, long +before she was through.</p> + +<p>He had to keep still long after she went to bed, for she kept +making broken-hearted ejaculations from time to time, tossing +unrestfully, and turning over. But at last she was still, only +moaning a little in her sleep. Now the boy stole out, rose +gradually by the bedside, shaded the candle-light with his hand, +and stood regarding her. His heart was full of pity for her. He +took out his sycamore scroll and placed it by the candle. But +something occurred to him, and he lingered considering. His face +lighted with a happy solution of his thought; he put the bark +hastily in his pocket. Then he bent over and kissed the faded +lips, and straightway made his stealthy exit, latching the door +behind him.</p> + +<p>He threaded his way back to the ferry landing, found nobody at +large there, and walked boldly on board the boat, for he knew she +was tenantless except that there was a watchman, who always +turned in and slept like a graven image. He untied the skiff at +the stern, slipped into it, and was soon rowing cautiously +upstream. When he had pulled a mile above the village, he +started quartering across and bent himself stoutly to his work. +He hit the landing on the other side neatly, for this was a +familiar bit of work to him. He was moved to capture the skiff, +arguing that it might be considered a ship and therefore +legitimate prey for a pirate, but he knew a thorough search would +be made for it and that might end in revelations. So he stepped +ashore and entered the woods.</p> + +<p>He sat down and took a long rest, torturing himself meanwhile +to keep awake, and then started warily down the home-stretch. The +night was far spent. It was broad daylight before he found +himself fairly abreast the island bar. He rested again until the +sun was well up and gilding the great river with its splendor, +and then he plunged into the stream. A little later he paused, +dripping, upon the threshold of the camp, and heard Joe say:</p> + +<p>"No, Tom's true-blue, Huck, and he'll come back. He won't +desert. He knows that would be a disgrace to a pirate, and Tom's +too proud for that sort of thing. He's up to something or other. +Now I wonder what?"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="15-133"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="15-133.jpg (50K)" src="images/15-133.jpg" height="379" width="730"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Well, the things is ours, anyway, ain't they?"</p> + +<p>Pretty near, but not yet, Huck. The writing says they are if +he ain't back here to breakfast."</p> + +<p>"Which he is!" exclaimed Tom, with fine dramatic effect, +stepping grandly into camp.</p> + +<p>A sumptuous breakfast of bacon and fish was shortly provided, +and as the boys set to work upon it, Tom recounted (and adorned) +his adventures. They were a vain and boastful company of heroes +when the tale was done. Then Tom hid himself away in a shady nook +to sleep till noon, and the other pirates got ready to fish and +explore.</p> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c16"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER XVI</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="16-134"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="16-134.jpg (213K)" src="images/16-134.jpg" height="1013" width="798"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>AFTER dinner all the gang turned out to hunt for turtle eggs +on the bar. They went about poking sticks into the sand, and when +they found a soft place they went down on their knees and dug +with their hands. Sometimes they would take fifty or sixty eggs +out of one hole. They were perfectly round white things a trifle +smaller than an English walnut. They had a famous fried-egg feast +that night, and another on Friday morning.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="16-135"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="16-135.jpg (48K)" src="images/16-135.jpg" height="523" width="357"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>After breakfast they went whooping and prancing out on the +bar, and chased each other round and round, shedding clothes as +they went, until they were naked, and then continued the frolic +far away up the shoal water of the bar, against the stiff +current, which latter tripped their legs from under them from +time to time and greatly increased the fun. And now and then they +stooped in a group and splashed water in each other's faces with +their palms, gradually approaching each other, with averted +faces to avoid the strangling sprays, and finally gripping and +struggling till the best man ducked his neighbor, and then they +all went under in a tangle of white legs and arms and came up +blowing, sputtering, laughing, and gasping for breath at one and +the same time.</p> + +<p>When they were well exhausted, they would run out and sprawl +on the dry, hot sand, and lie there and cover themselves up with +it, and by and by break for the water again and go through the +original performance once more. Finally it occurred to them that +their naked skin represented flesh-colored "tights" very fairly; +so they drew a ring in the sand and had a circus—with three +clowns in it, for none would yield this proudest post to his +neighbor.</p> + +<p>Next they got their marbles and played "knucks" and "ringtaw" +and "keeps" till that amusement grew stale. Then Joe and Huck had +another swim, but Tom would not venture, because he found that in +kicking off his trousers he had kicked his string of rattlesnake +rattles off his ankle, and he wondered how he had escaped cramp +so long without the protection of this mysterious charm. He did +not venture again until he had found it, and by that time the +other boys were tired and ready to rest. They gradually wandered +apart, dropped into the "dumps," and fell to gazing longingly +across the wide river to where the village lay drowsing in the +sun. Tom found himself writing "BECKY" in the sand with his big +toe; he scratched it out, and was angry with himself for his +weakness. But he wrote it again, nevertheless; he could not help +it. He erased it once more and then took himself out of +temptation by driving the other boys together and joining +them.</p> + +<p>But Joe's spirits had gone down almost beyond resurrection. He +was so homesick that he could hardly endure the misery of it. The +tears lay very near the surface. Huck was melancholy, too. Tom +was downhearted, but tried hard not to show it. He had a secret +which he was not ready to tell, yet, but if this mutinous +depression was not broken up soon, he would have to bring it out. +He said, with a great show of cheerfulness:</p> + +<p>"I bet there's been pirates on this island before, boys. We'll +explore it again. They've hid treasures here somewhere. How'd you +feel to light on a rotten chest full of gold and +silver—hey?"</p> + +<p>But it roused only faint enthusiasm, which faded out, with no +reply. Tom tried one or two other seductions; but they failed, +too. It was discouraging work. Joe sat poking up the sand with a +stick and looking very gloomy. Finally he said:</p> + +<p>"Oh, boys, let's give it up. I want to go home. It's so +lonesome."</p> + +<p>"Oh no, Joe, you'll feel better by and by," said Tom. "Just +think of the fishing that's here."</p> + +<p>"I don't care for fishing. I want to go home."</p> + +<p>"But, Joe, there ain't such another swimming-place +anywhere."</p> + +<p>"Swimming's no good. I don't seem to care for it, somehow, +when there ain't anybody to say I sha'n't go in. I mean to go +home."</p> + +<p>"Oh, shucks! Baby! You want to see your mother, I reckon."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I DO want to see my mother—and you would, too, if +you had one. I ain't any more baby than you are." And Joe +snuffled a little.</p> + +<p>"Well, we'll let the crybaby go home to his mother, won't we, +Huck? Poor thing—does it want to see its mother? And so it +shall. You like it here, don't you, Huck? We'll stay, won't +we?"</p> + +<p>Huck said, "Y-e-s"—without any heart in it.</p> + +<p>"I'll never speak to you again as long as I live," said Joe, +rising. "There now!" And he moved moodily away and began to dress +himself.</p> + +<p>"Who cares!" said Tom. "Nobody wants you to. Go 'long home and +get laughed at. Oh, you're a nice pirate. Huck and me ain't +crybabies. We'll stay, won't we, Huck? Let him go if he wants +to. I reckon we can get along without him, per'aps."</p> + +<p>But Tom was uneasy, nevertheless, and was alarmed to see Joe +go sullenly on with his dressing. And then it was discomforting +to see Huck eying Joe's preparations so wistfully, and keeping +up such an ominous silence. Presently, without a parting word, +Joe began to wade off toward the Illinois shore. Tom's heart +began to sink. He glanced at Huck. Huck could not bear the look, +and dropped his eyes. Then he said:</p> + +<p>"I want to go, too, Tom. It was getting so lonesome anyway, +and now it'll be worse. Let's us go, too, Tom."</p> + +<p>"I won't! You can all go, if you want to. I mean to stay."</p> + +<p>"Tom, I better go."</p> + +<p>"Well, go 'long—who's hendering you."</p> + +<p>Huck began to pick up his scattered clothes. He said:</p> + +<p>"Tom, I wisht you'd come, too. Now you think it over. We'll +wait for you when we get to shore."</p> + +<p>"Well, you'll wait a blame long time, that's all."</p> + +<p>Huck started sorrowfully away, and Tom stood looking after +him, with a strong desire tugging at his heart to yield his pride +and go along too. He hoped the boys would stop, but they still +waded slowly on. It suddenly dawned on Tom that it was become +very lonely and still. He made one final struggle with his pride, +and then darted after his comrades, yelling:</p> + +<p>"Wait! Wait! I want to tell you something!"</p> + +<p>They presently stopped and turned around. When he got to where +they were, he began unfolding his secret, and they listened +moodily till at last they saw the "point" he was driving at, and +then they set up a warwhoop of applause and said it was +"splendid!" and said if he had told them at first, they wouldn't +have started away. He made a plausible excuse; but his real +reason had been the fear that not even the secret would keep them +with him any very great length of time, and so he had meant to +hold it in reserve as a last seduction.</p> + +<p>The lads came gayly back and went at their sports again with a +will, chattering all the time about Tom's stupendous plan and +admiring the genius of it. After a dainty egg and fish dinner, +Tom said he wanted to learn to smoke, now. Joe caught at the idea +and said he would like to try, too. So Huck made pipes and filled +them. These novices had never smoked anything before but cigars +made of grapevine, and they "bit" the tongue, and were not +considered manly anyway.</p> + +<p>Now they stretched themselves out on their elbows and began to +puff, charily, and with slender confidence. The smoke had an +unpleasant taste, and they gagged a little, but Tom said:</p> + +<p>"Why, it's just as easy! If I'd a knowed this was all, I'd a +learnt long ago."</p> + +<p>"So would I," said Joe. "It's just nothing."</p> + +<p>"Why, many a time I've looked at people smoking, and thought +well I wish I could do that; but I never thought I could," said +Tom.</p> + +<p>"That's just the way with me, hain't it, Huck? You've heard me +talk just that way—haven't you, Huck? I'll leave it to Huck +if I haven't."</p> + +<p>"Yes—heaps of times," said Huck.</p> + +<p>"Well, I have too," said Tom; "oh, hundreds of times. Once +down by the slaughter-house. Don't you remember, Huck? Bob Tanner +was there, and Johnny Miller, and Jeff Thatcher, when I said it. +Don't you remember, Huck, 'bout me saying that?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, that's so," said Huck. "That was the day after I lost a +white alley. No, 'twas the day before."</p> + +<p>"There—I told you so," said Tom. "Huck recollects +it."</p> + +<p>"I bleeve I could smoke this pipe all day," said Joe. "I don't +feel sick."</p> + +<p>"Neither do I," said Tom. "I could smoke it all day. But I bet +you Jeff Thatcher couldn't."</p> + +<p>"Jeff Thatcher! Why, he'd keel over just with two draws. Just +let him try it once. HE'D see!"</p> + +<p>"I bet he would. And Johnny Miller—I wish could see +Johnny Miller tackle it once."</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't I!" said Joe. "Why, I bet you Johnny Miller +couldn't any more do this than nothing. Just one little snifter +would fetch HIM."</p> + +<p>"'Deed it would, Joe. Say—I wish the boys could see us +now."</p> + +<p>"So do I."</p> + +<p>"Say—boys, don't say anything about it, and some time +when they're around, I'll come up to you and say, 'Joe, got a +pipe? I want a smoke.' And you'll say, kind of careless like, as +if it warn't anything, you'll say, 'Yes, I got my OLD pipe, and +another one, but my tobacker ain't very good.' And I'll say, 'Oh, +that's all right, if it's STRONG enough.' And then you'll out +with the pipes, and we'll light up just as ca'm, and then just +see 'em look!"</p> + +<p>"By jings, that'll be gay, Tom! I wish it was NOW!"</p> + +<p>"So do I! And when we tell 'em we learned when we was off +pirating, won't they wish they'd been along?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I reckon not! I'll just BET they will!"</p> + +<p>So the talk ran on. But presently it began to flag a trifle, +and grow disjointed. The silences widened; the expectoration +marvellously increased. Every pore inside the boys' cheeks became +a spouting fountain; they could scarcely bail out the cellars +under their tongues fast enough to prevent an inundation; little +overflowings down their throats occurred in spite of all they +could do, and sudden retchings followed every time. Both boys +were looking very pale and miserable, now. Joe's pipe dropped +from his nerveless fingers. Tom's followed. Both fountains were +going furiously and both pumps bailing with might and main. Joe +said feebly:</p> + +<p>"I've lost my knife. I reckon I better go and find it."</p> + +<p>Tom said, with quivering lips and halting utterance:</p> + +<p>"I'll help you. You go over that way and I'll hunt around by +the spring. No, you needn't come, Huck—we can find it."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="16-139"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="16-139.jpg (53K)" src="images/16-139.jpg" height="517" width="351"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>So Huck sat down again, and waited an hour. Then he found it +lonesome, and went to find his comrades. They were wide apart in +the woods, both very pale, both fast asleep. But something +informed him that if they had had any trouble they had got rid of +it.</p> + +<p>They were not talkative at supper that night. They had a +humble look, and when Huck prepared his pipe after the meal and +was going to prepare theirs, they said no, they were not feeling +very well—something they ate at dinner had disagreed with +them.</p> + +<p>About midnight Joe awoke, and called the boys. There was a +brooding oppressiveness in the air that seemed to bode something. +The boys huddled themselves together and sought the friendly +companionship of the fire, though the dull dead heat of the +breathless atmosphere was stifling. They sat still, intent and +waiting. The solemn hush continued. Beyond the light of the fire +everything was swallowed up in the blackness of darkness. +Presently there came a quivering glow that vaguely revealed the +foliage for a moment and then vanished. By and by another came, a +little stronger. Then another. Then a faint moan came sighing +through the branches of the forest and the boys felt a fleeting +breath upon their cheeks, and shuddered with the fancy that the +Spirit of the Night had gone by. There was a pause. Now a weird +flash turned night into day and showed every little grassblade, +separate and distinct, that grew about their feet. And it showed +three white, startled faces, too. A deep peal of thunder went +rolling and tumbling down the heavens and lost itself in sullen +rumblings in the distance. A sweep of chilly air passed by, +rustling all the leaves and snowing the flaky ashes broadcast +about the fire. Another fierce glare lit up the forest and an +instant crash followed that seemed to rend the treetops right +over the boys' heads. They clung together in terror, in the thick +gloom that followed. A few big raindrops fell pattering upon +the leaves.</p> + +<p>"Quick! boys, go for the tent!" exclaimed Tom.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="16-141"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="16-141.jpg (111K)" src="images/16-141.jpg" height="953" width="366"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>They sprang away, stumbling over roots and among vines in the +dark, no two plunging in the same direction. A furious blast +roared through the trees, making everything sing as it went. One +blinding flash after another came, and peal on peal of deafening +thunder. And now a drenching rain poured down and the rising +hurricane drove it in sheets along the ground. The boys cried out +to each other, but the roaring wind and the booming +thunderblasts drowned their voices utterly. However, one by one +they straggled in at last and took shelter under the tent, cold, +scared, and streaming with water; but to have company in misery +seemed something to be grateful for. They could not talk, the old +sail flapped so furiously, even if the other noises would have +allowed them. The tempest rose higher and higher, and presently +the sail tore loose from its fastenings and went winging away on +the blast. The boys seized each others' hands and fled, with many +tumblings and bruises, to the shelter of a great oak that stood +upon the riverbank. Now the battle was at its highest. Under the +ceaseless conflagration of lightning that flamed in the skies, +everything below stood out in cleancut and shadowless +distinctness: the bending trees, the billowy river, white with +foam, the driving spray of spumeflakes, the dim outlines of the +high bluffs on the other side, glimpsed through the drifting +cloudrack and the slanting veil of rain. Every little while some +giant tree yielded the fight and fell crashing through the +younger growth; and the unflagging thunderpeals came now in +ear-splitting explosive bursts, keen and sharp, and unspeakably +appalling. The storm culminated in one matchless effort that +seemed likely to tear the island to pieces, burn it up, drown it +to the treetops, blow it away, and deafen every creature in it, +all at one and the same moment. It was a wild night for homeless +young heads to be out in.</p> + +<p>But at last the battle was done, and the forces retired with +weaker and weaker threatenings and grumblings, and peace resumed +her sway. The boys went back to camp, a good deal awed; but they +found there was still something to be thankful for, because the +great sycamore, the shelter of their beds, was a ruin, now, +blasted by the lightnings, and they were not under it when the +catastrophe happened.</p> + +<p>Everything in camp was drenched, the campfire as well; for +they were but heedless lads, like their generation, and had made +no provision against rain. Here was matter for dismay, for they +were soaked through and chilled. They were eloquent in their +distress; but they presently discovered that the fire had eaten +so far up under the great log it had been built against (where it +curved upward and separated itself from the ground), that a +handbreadth or so of it had escaped wetting; so they patiently +wrought until, with shreds and bark gathered from the under sides +of sheltered logs, they coaxed the fire to burn again. Then they +piled on great dead boughs till they had a roaring furnace, and +were gladhearted once more. They dried their boiled ham and had +a feast, and after that they sat by the fire and expanded and +glorified their midnight adventure until morning, for there was +not a dry spot to sleep on, anywhere around.</p> + +<p>As the sun began to steal in upon the boys, drowsiness came +over them, and they went out on the sandbar and lay down to +sleep. They got scorched out by and by, and drearily set about +getting breakfast. After the meal they felt rusty, and +stiff-jointed, and a little homesick once more. Tom saw the +signs, and fell to cheering up the pirates as well as he could. +But they cared nothing for marbles, or circus, or swimming, or +anything. He reminded them of the imposing secret, and raised a +ray of cheer. While it lasted, he got them interested in a new +device. This was to knock off being pirates, for a while, and be +Indians for a change. They were attracted by this idea; so it was +not long before they were stripped, and striped from head to heel +with black mud, like so many zebras—all of them chiefs, of +course—and then they went tearing through the woods to +attack an English settlement.</p> + +<p>By and by they separated into three hostile tribes, and darted +upon each other from ambush with dreadful warwhoops, and killed +and scalped each other by thousands. It was a gory day. +Consequently it was an extremely satisfactory one.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="16-143"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="16-143.jpg (50K)" src="images/16-143.jpg" height="524" width="361"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>They assembled in camp toward suppertime, hungry and happy; +but now a difficulty arose—hostile Indians could not break +the bread of hospitality together without first making peace, +and this was a simple impossibility without smoking a pipe of +peace. There was no other process that ever they had heard of. +Two of the savages almost wished they had remained pirates. +However, there was no other way; so with such show of +cheerfulness as they could muster they called for the pipe and +took their whiff as it passed, in due form.</p> + +<p>And behold, they were glad they had gone into savagery, for +they had gained something; they found that they could now smoke a +little without having to go and hunt for a lost knife; they did +not get sick enough to be seriously uncomfortable. They were not +likely to fool away this high promise for lack of effort. No, +they practised cautiously, after supper, with right fair success, +and so they spent a jubilant evening. They were prouder and +happier in their new acquirement than they would have been in the +scalping and skinning of the Six Nations. We will leave them to +smoke and chatter and brag, since we have no further use for +them at present.</p> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c17"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER XVII</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="17-144"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="17-144.jpg (181K)" src="images/17-144.jpg" height="925" width="831"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>BUT there was no hilarity in the little town that same +tranquil Saturday afternoon. The Harpers, and Aunt Polly's +family, were being put into mourning, with great grief and many +tears. An unusual quiet possessed the village, although it was +ordinarily quiet enough, in all conscience. The villagers +conducted their concerns with an absent air, and talked little; +but they sighed often. The Saturday holiday seemed a burden to +the children. They had no heart in their sports, and gradually +gave them up.</p> + +<p>In the afternoon Becky Thatcher found herself moping about the +deserted schoolhouse yard, and feeling very melancholy. But she +found nothing there to comfort her. She soliloquized:</p> + +<p>"Oh, if I only had a brass andiron-knob again! But I haven't +got anything now to remember him by." And she choked back a +little sob.</p> + +<p>Presently she stopped, and said to herself:</p> + +<p>"It was right here. Oh, if it was to do over again, I wouldn't +say that—I wouldn't say it for the whole world. But he's +gone now; I'll never, never, never see him any more."</p> + +<p>This thought broke her down, and she wandered away, with tears +rolling down her cheeks. Then quite a group of boys and +girls—playmates of Tom's and Joe's—came by, and stood +looking over the paling fence and talking in reverent tones of +how Tom did so-and-so the last time they saw him, and how Joe +said this and that small trifle (pregnant with awful prophecy, as +they could easily see now!)—and each speaker pointed out +the exact spot where the lost lads stood at the time, and then +added something like "and I was a-standing just so—just as +I am now, and as if you was him—I was as close as +that—and he smiled, just this way—and then something +seemed to go all over me, like—awful, you know—and I +never thought what it meant, of course, but I can see now!"</p> + +<p>Then there was a dispute about who saw the dead boys last in +life, and many claimed that dismal distinction, and offered +evidences, more or less tampered with by the witness; and when it +was ultimately decided who DID see the departed last, and +exchanged the last words with them, the lucky parties took upon +themselves a sort of sacred importance, and were gaped at and +envied by all the rest. One poor chap, who had no other grandeur +to offer, said with tolerably manifest pride in the +remembrance:</p> + +<p>"Well, Tom Sawyer he licked me once."</p> + +<p>But that bid for glory was a failure. Most of the boys could +say that, and so that cheapened the distinction too much. The +group loitered away, still recalling memories of the lost +heroes, in awed voices.</p> + +<p>When the Sunday-school hour was finished, the next morning, +the bell began to toll, instead of ringing in the usual way. It +was a very still Sabbath, and the mournful sound seemed in +keeping with the musing hush that lay upon nature. The villagers +began to gather, loitering a moment in the vestibule to converse +in whispers about the sad event. But there was no whispering in +the house; only the funereal rustling of dresses as the women +gathered to their seats disturbed the silence there. None could +remember when the little church had been so full before. There +was finally a waiting pause, an expectant dumbness, and then Aunt +Polly entered, followed by Sid and Mary, and they by the Harper +family, all in deep black, and the whole congregation, the old +minister as well, rose reverently and stood until the mourners +were seated in the front pew. There was another communing +silence, broken at intervals by muffled sobs, and then the +minister spread his hands abroad and prayed. A moving hymn was +sung, and the text followed: "I am the Resurrection and the +Life."</p> + +<p>As the service proceeded, the clergyman drew such pictures of +the graces, the winning ways, and the rare promise of the lost +lads that every soul there, thinking he recognized these +pictures, felt a pang in remembering that he had persistently +blinded himself to them always before, and had as persistently +seen only faults and flaws in the poor boys. The minister related +many a touching incident in the lives of the departed, too, which +illustrated their sweet, generous natures, and the people could +easily see, now, how noble and beautiful those episodes were, and +remembered with grief that at the time they occurred they had +seemed rank rascalities, well deserving of the cowhide. The +congregation became more and more moved, as the pathetic tale +went on, till at last the whole company broke down and joined the +weeping mourners in a chorus of anguished sobs, the preacher +himself giving way to his feelings, and crying in the pulpit.</p> + +<p>There was a rustle in the gallery, which nobody noticed; a +moment later the church door creaked; the minister raised his +streaming eyes above his handkerchief, and stood transfixed! +First one and then another pair of eyes followed the minister's, +and then almost with one impulse the congregation rose and stared +while the three dead boys came marching up the aisle, Tom in the +lead, Joe next, and Huck, a ruin of drooping rags, sneaking +sheepishly in the rear! They had been hid in the unused gallery +listening to their own funeral sermon!</p> + +<p>Aunt Polly, Mary, and the Harpers threw themselves upon their +restored ones, smothered them with kisses and poured out +thanksgivings, while poor Huck stood abashed and uncomfortable, +not knowing exactly what to do or where to hide from so many +unwelcoming eyes. He wavered, and started to slink away, but Tom +seized him and said:</p> + +<p>"Aunt Polly, it ain't fair. Somebody's got to be glad to see +Huck."</p> + +<p>"And so they shall. I'm glad to see him, poor motherless +thing!" And the loving attentions Aunt Polly lavished upon him +were the one thing capable of making him more uncomfortable than +he was before.</p> + +<p>Suddenly the minister shouted at the top of his voice: "Praise +God from whom all blessings flow—SING!—and put your +hearts in it!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="17-147"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="17-147.jpg (115K)" src="images/17-147.jpg" height="504" width="715"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>And they did. Old Hundred swelled up with a triumphant burst, +and while it shook the rafters Tom Sawyer the Pirate looked +around upon the envying juveniles about him and confessed in his +heart that this was the proudest moment of his life.</p> + +<p>As the "sold" congregation trooped out they said they would +almost be willing to be made ridiculous again to hear Old Hundred +sung like that once more.</p> + +<p>Tom got more cuffs and kisses that day—according to Aunt +Polly's varying moods—than he had earned before in a year; +and he hardly knew which expressed the most gratefulness to God +and affection for himself.</p> + + + + + +<br> +<br> + + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Part 4. +by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TOM SAWYER *** + +***** This file should be named 7196-h.htm or 7196-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/7/1/9/7196/ + +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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