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diff --git a/7197-h/7197-h.htm b/7197-h/7197-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ca1c010 --- /dev/null +++ b/7197-h/7197-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,1853 @@ +<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> +<html> +<head> +<title>ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER, By Twain, Part 5.</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 5.</h2> +<pre> + +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Part 5. +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 5. + +Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +Release Date: June 30, 2004 [EBook #7197] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TOM SAWYER *** + + + + +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 5.</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="#c18">CHAPTER XVIII.</a><br> +Tom's Feelings Investigated—Wonderful Dream<br> +—Becky Thatcher Overshadowed<br> +—Tom Becomes Jealous—Black Revenge</p> +<p><a href="#c19">CHAPTER XIX.</a><br> +Tom Tells the Truth</p> +<p><a href="#c20">CHAPTER XX.</a><br> +Becky in a Dilemma<br>—Tom's Nobility Asserts Itself</p> +<p><a href="#c21">CHAPTER XXI.</a><br> +Youthful Eloquence—Compositions by the <br>Young Ladies—A Lengthy Vision<br> +—The Boy's Vengeance Satisfied</p> +<p><a href="#c22">CHAPTER XXII.</a><br> +Tom's Confidence Betrayed<br>—Expects Signal Punishment</p> + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + +<br><br><br><br> +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + +<a href="#18-148">Amy Lawrence</a><br> +<a href="#18-150">Tom tries to Remember</a><br> +<a href="#18-152">The Hero</a><br> +<a href="#18-154">A Flirtation</a><br> +<a href="#18-154">Becky Retaliates</a><br> +<a href="#18-156">A Sudden Frost</a><br> +<a href="#18-157">Counter-irritation</a><br> +<a href="#19-158">Aunt Polly</a><br> +<a href="#19-160">Tom justified</a><br> +<a href="#20-161">The Discovery</a><br> +<a href="#20-163">Caught in the Act</a><br> +<a href="#20-165">Tom Astonishes the School</a><br> +<a href="#20-166">Literature</a><br> +<a href="#21-167">Tom Declaims</a><br> +<a href="#21-168">Examination Evening</a><br> +<a href="#21-170">On Exhibition</a><br> +<a href="#21-173">Prize Authors</a><br> +<a href="#21-174">The Master's Dilemma</a><br> +<a href="#21-175">The School House</a><br> +<a href="#22-176">The Cadet</a><br> +<a href="#22-177">Happy for Two Days</a><br> +<a href="#22-178">Enjoying the Vacation</a><br> +<a href="#22-180">The Stolen Melons</a><br> + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c18"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER XVIII</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="18-148"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="18-148.jpg (179K)" src="images/18-148.jpg" height="880" width="803"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>THAT was Tom's great secret—the scheme to return home +with his brother pirates and attend their own funerals. They had +paddled over to the Missouri shore on a log, at dusk on Saturday, +landing five or six miles below the village; they had slept in +the woods at the edge of the town till nearly daylight, and had +then crept through back lanes and alleys and finished their sleep +in the gallery of the church among a chaos of invalided +benches.</p> + +<p>At breakfast, Monday morning, Aunt Polly and Mary were very +loving to Tom, and very attentive to his wants. There was an +unusual amount of talk. In the course of it Aunt Polly said:</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't say it wasn't a fine joke, Tom, to keep +everybody suffering 'most a week so you boys had a good time, but +it is a pity you could be so hard-hearted as to let me suffer so. +If you could come over on a log to go to your funeral, you could +have come over and give me a hint some way that you warn't dead, +but only run off."</p> + +<p>"Yes, you could have done that, Tom," said Mary; "and I +believe you would if you had thought of it."</p> + +<p>"Would you, Tom?" said Aunt Polly, her face lighting +wistfully. "Say, now, would you, if you'd thought of it?"</p> + +<p>"I—well, I don't know. 'Twould 'a' spoiled +everything."</p> + +<p>"Tom, I hoped you loved me that much," said Aunt Polly, with a +grieved tone that discomforted the boy. "It would have been +something if you'd cared enough to THINK of it, even if you +didn't DO it."</p> + +<p>"Now, auntie, that ain't any harm," pleaded Mary; "it's only +Tom's giddy way—he is always in such a rush that he never +thinks of anything."</p> + +<p>"More's the pity. Sid would have thought. And Sid would have +come and DONE it, too. Tom, you'll look back, some day, when it's +too late, and wish you'd cared a little more for me when it would +have cost you so little."</p> + +<p>"Now, auntie, you know I do care for you," said Tom.</p> + +<p>"I'd know it better if you acted more like it."</p> + +<p>"I wish now I'd thought," said Tom, with a repentant tone; +"but I dreamt about you, anyway. That's something, ain't it?"</p> + +<p>"It ain't much—a cat does that much—but it's +better than nothing. What did you dream?"</p> + +<p>"Why, Wednesday night I dreamt that you was sitting over there +by the bed, and Sid was sitting by the woodbox, and Mary next to +him."</p> + +<p>"Well, so we did. So we always do. I'm glad your dreams could +take even that much trouble about us."</p> + +<p>"And I dreamt that Joe Harper's mother was here."</p> + +<p>"Why, she was here! Did you dream any more?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, lots. But it's so dim, now."</p> + +<p>"Well, try to recollect—can't you?"</p> + +<p>"Somehow it seems to me that the wind—the wind blowed +the—the—"</p> + +<p>"Try harder, Tom! The wind did blow something. Come!"</p> + +<p>Tom pressed his fingers on his forehead an anxious minute, and +then said:</p> + +<p>"I've got it now! I've got it now! It blowed the candle!"</p> + +<p>"Mercy on us! Go on, Tom—go on!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="18-150"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="18-150.jpg (60K)" src="images/18-150.jpg" height="383" width="489"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"And it seems to me that you said, 'Why, I believe that that +door—'"</p> + +<p>"Go ON, Tom!"</p> + +<p>"Just let me study a moment—just a moment. Oh, +yes—you said you believed the door was open."</p> + +<p>"As I'm sitting here, I did! Didn't I, Mary! Go on!"</p> + +<p>"And then—and then—well I won't be certain, but it +seems like as if you made Sid go and—and—"</p> + +<p>"Well? Well? What did I make him do, Tom? What did I make him +do?"</p> + +<p>"You made him—you—Oh, you made him shut it."</p> + +<p>"Well, for the land's sake! I never heard the beat of that in +all my days! Don't tell ME there ain't anything in dreams, any +more. Sereny Harper shall know of this before I'm an hour older. +I'd like to see her get around THIS with her rubbage 'bout +superstition. Go on, Tom!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, it's all getting just as bright as day, now. Next you +said I warn't BAD, only mischeevous and harum-scarum, and not any +more responsible than—than—I think it was a colt, or +something."</p> + +<p>"And so it was! Well, goodness gracious! Go on, Tom!"</p> + +<p>"And then you began to cry."</p> + +<p>"So I did. So I did. Not the first time, neither. And +then—"</p> + +<p>"Then Mrs. Harper she began to cry, and said Joe was just the +same, and she wished she hadn't whipped him for taking cream when +she'd throwed it out her own self—"</p> + +<p>"Tom! The sperrit was upon you! You was a +prophesying—that's what you was doing! Land alive, go on, +Tom!"</p> + +<p>"Then Sid he said—he said—"</p> + +<p>"I don't think I said anything," said Sid.</p> + +<p>"Yes you did, Sid," said Mary.</p> + +<p>"Shut your heads and let Tom go on! What did he say, Tom?"</p> + +<p>"He said—I THINK he said he hoped I was better off where +I was gone to, but if I'd been better sometimes—"</p> + +<p>"THERE, d'you hear that! It was his very words!"</p> + +<p>"And you shut him up sharp."</p> + +<p>"I lay I did! There must 'a' been an angel there. There WAS an +angel there, somewheres!"</p> + +<p>"And Mrs. Harper told about Joe scaring her with a +firecracker, and you told about Peter and the +Pain-killer—"</p> + +<p>"Just as true as I live!"</p> + +<p>"And then there was a whole lot of talk 'bout dragging the +river for us, and 'bout having the funeral Sunday, and then you +and old Miss Harper hugged and cried, and she went."</p> + +<p>"It happened just so! It happened just so, as sure as I'm +a-sitting in these very tracks. Tom, you couldn't told it more +like if you'd 'a' seen it! And then what? Go on, Tom!"</p> + +<p>"Then I thought you prayed for me—and I could see you +and hear every word you said. And you went to bed, and I was so +sorry that I took and wrote on a piece of sycamore bark, 'We +ain't dead—we are only off being pirates,' and put it on +the table by the candle; and then you looked so good, laying +there asleep, that I thought I went and leaned over and kissed +you on the lips."</p> + +<p>"Did you, Tom, DID you! I just forgive you everything for +that!" And she seized the boy in a crushing embrace that made him +feel like the guiltiest of villains.</p> + +<p>"It was very kind, even though it was only a—dream," Sid +soliloquized just audibly.</p> + +<p>"Shut up, Sid! A body does just the same in a dream as he'd do +if he was awake. Here's a big Milum apple I've been saving for +you, Tom, if you was ever found again—now go 'long to +school. I'm thankful to the good God and Father of us all I've +got you back, that's long-suffering and merciful to them that +believe on Him and keep His word, though goodness knows I'm +unworthy of it, but if only the worthy ones got His blessings and +had His hand to help them over the rough places, there's few +enough would smile here or ever enter into His rest when the long +night comes. Go 'long Sid, Mary, Tom—take yourselves +off—you've hendered me long enough."</p> + +<p>The children left for school, and the old lady to call on Mrs. +Harper and vanquish her realism with Tom's marvellous dream. Sid +had better judgment than to utter the thought that was in his +mind as he left the house. It was this: "Pretty thin—as +long a dream as that, without any mistakes in it!"</p> + +<p>What a hero Tom was become, now! He did not go skipping and +prancing, but moved with a dignified swagger as became a pirate +who felt that the public eye was on him. And indeed it was; he +tried not to seem to see the looks or hear the remarks as he +passed along, but they were food and drink to him. Smaller boys +than himself flocked at his heels, as proud to be seen with him, +and tolerated by him, as if he had been the drummer at the head +of a procession or the elephant leading a menagerie into town. +Boys of his own size pretended not to know he had been away at +all; but they were consuming with envy, nevertheless. They would +have given anything to have that swarthy sun-tanned skin of his, +and his glittering notoriety; and Tom would not have parted with +either for a circus.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="18-152"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="18-152.jpg (59K)" src="images/18-152.jpg" height="495" width="359"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>At school the children made so much of him and of Joe, and +delivered such eloquent admiration from their eyes, that the two +heroes were not long in becoming insufferably "stuck-up." They +began to tell their adventures to hungry listeners—but +they only began; it was not a thing likely to have an end, with +imaginations like theirs to furnish material. And finally, when +they got out their pipes and went serenely puffing around, the +very summit of glory was reached.</p> + +<p>Tom decided that he could be independent of Becky Thatcher +now. Glory was sufficient. He would live for glory. Now that he +was distinguished, maybe she would be wanting to "make up." Well, +let her—she should see that he could be as indifferent as +some other people. Presently she arrived. Tom pretended not to +see her. He moved away and joined a group of boys and girls and +began to talk. Soon he observed that she was tripping gayly back +and forth with flushed face and dancing eyes, pretending to be +busy chasing schoolmates, and screaming with laughter when she +made a capture; but he noticed that she always made her captures +in his vicinity, and that she seemed to cast a conscious +eye in his direction at such times, too. It gratified all the +vicious vanity that was in him; and so, instead of winning him, +it only "set him up" the more and made him the more diligent to +avoid betraying that he knew she was about. Presently she gave +over skylarking, and moved irresolutely about, sighing once or +twice and glancing furtively and wistfully toward Tom. Then she +observed that now Tom was talking more particularly to Amy +Lawrence than to any one else. She felt a sharp pang and grew +disturbed and uneasy at once. She tried to go away, but her feet +were treacherous, and carried her to the group instead. She said +to a girl almost at Tom's elbow—with sham vivacity:</p> + +<p>"Why, Mary Austin! you bad girl, why didn't you come to +Sunday-school?"</p> + +<p>"I did come—didn't you see me?"</p> + +<p>"Why, no! Did you? Where did you sit?"</p> + +<p>"I was in Miss Peters' class, where I always go. I saw +YOU."</p> + +<p>"Did you? Why, it's funny I didn't see you. I wanted to tell +you about the picnic."</p> + +<p>"Oh, that's jolly. Who's going to give it?"</p> + +<p>"My ma's going to let me have one."</p> + +<p>"Oh, goody; I hope she'll let ME come."</p> + +<p>"Well, she will. The picnic's for me. She'll let anybody come +that I want, and I want you."</p> + +<p>"That's ever so nice. When is it going to be?"</p> + +<p>"By and by. Maybe about vacation."</p> + +<p>"Oh, won't it be fun! You going to have all the girls and +boys?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, every one that's friends to me—or wants to be"; +and she glanced ever so furtively at Tom, but he talked right +along to Amy Lawrence about the terrible storm on the island, and +how the lightning tore the great sycamore tree "all to flinders" +while he was "standing within three feet of it."</p> + +<p>"Oh, may I come?" said Grace Miller.</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"And me?" said Sally Rogers.</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"And me, too?" said Susy Harper. "And Joe?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>And so on, with clapping of joyful hands till all the group +had begged for invitations but Tom and Amy. Then Tom turned +coolly away, still talking, and took Amy with him. Becky's lips +trembled and the tears came to her eyes; she hid these signs with +a forced gayety and went on chattering, but the life had gone out +of the picnic, now, and out of everything else; she got away as +soon as she could and hid herself and had what her sex call "a +good cry." Then she sat moody, with wounded pride, till the bell +rang. She roused up, now, with a vindictive cast in her eye, and +gave her plaited tails a shake and said she knew what SHE'D +do.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="18-154"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="18-154.jpg (54K)" src="images/18-154.jpg" height="490" width="352"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>At recess Tom continued his flirtation with Amy with jubilant +self-satisfaction. And he kept drifting about to find Becky and +lacerate her with the performance. At last he spied her, but +there was a sudden falling of his mercury. She was sitting cosily +on a little bench behind the schoolhouse looking at a +picture-book with Alfred Temple—and so absorbed were they, +and their heads so close together over the book, that they did +not seem to be conscious of anything in the world besides. +Jealousy ran red-hot through Tom's veins. He began to hate +himself for throwing away the chance Becky had offered for a +reconciliation. He called himself a fool, and all the hard names +he could think of. He wanted to cry with vexation. Amy chatted +happily along, as they walked, for her heart was singing, but +Tom's tongue had lost its function. He did not hear what Amy was +saying, and whenever she paused expectantly he could only stammer +an awkward assent, which was as often misplaced as otherwise. He +kept drifting to the rear of the schoolhouse, again and again, +to sear his eyeballs with the hateful spectacle there. He could +not help it. And it maddened him to see, as he thought he saw, +that Becky Thatcher never once suspected that he was even in the +land of the living. But she did see, nevertheless; and she knew +she was winning her fight, too, and was glad to see him suffer as +she had suffered.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="18-155"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="18-155.jpg (57K)" src="images/18-155.jpg" height="523" width="369"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Amy's happy prattle became intolerable. Tom hinted at things +he had to attend to; things that must be done; and time was +fleeting. But in vain—the girl chirped on. Tom thought, +"Oh, hang her, ain't I ever going to get rid of her?" At last he +must be attending to those things—and she said artlessly +that she would be "around" when school let out. And he hastened +away, hating her for it.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="18-156"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="18-156.jpg (47K)" src="images/18-156.jpg" height="510" width="373"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"Any other boy!" Tom thought, grating his teeth. "Any boy in +the whole town but that Saint Louis smarty that thinks he dresses +so fine and is aristocracy! Oh, all right, I licked you the first +day you ever saw this town, mister, and I'll lick you again! You +just wait till I catch you out! I'll just take and—"</p> + +<p>And he went through the motions of thrashing an imaginary +boy—pummelling the air, and kicking and gouging. "Oh, you +do, do you? You holler 'nough, do you? Now, then, let that learn +you!" And so the imaginary flogging was finished to his +satisfaction.</p> + +<p>Tom fled home at noon. His conscience could not endure any +more of Amy's grateful happiness, and his jealousy could bear no +more of the other distress. Becky resumed her picture inspections +with Alfred, but as the minutes dragged along and no Tom came to +suffer, her triumph began to cloud and she lost interest; +gravity and absentmindedness followed, and then melancholy; two +or three times she pricked up her ear at a footstep, but it was a +false hope; no Tom came. At last she grew entirely miserable and +wished she hadn't carried it so far. When poor Alfred, seeing +that he was losing her, he did not know how, kept exclaiming: +"Oh, here's a jolly one! look at this!" she lost patience at +last, and said, "Oh, don't bother me! I don't care for them!" and +burst into tears, and got up and walked away.</p> + +<p>Alfred dropped alongside and was going to try to comfort her, +but she said:</p> + +<p>"Go away and leave me alone, can't you! I hate you!"</p> + +<p>So the boy halted, wondering what he could have done—for +she had said she would look at pictures all through the +nooning—and she walked on, crying. Then Alfred went musing +into the deserted schoolhouse. He was humiliated and angry. He +easily guessed his way to the truth—the girl had simply +made a convenience of him to vent her spite upon Tom Sawyer. He +was far from hating Tom the less when this thought occurred to +him. He wished there was some way to get that boy into trouble +without much risk to himself. Tom's spelling-book fell under his +eye. Here was his opportunity. He gratefully opened to the lesson +for the afternoon and poured ink upon the page.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="18-157"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="18-157.jpg (54K)" src="images/18-157.jpg" height="496" width="353"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Becky, glancing in at a window behind him at the moment, saw +the act, and moved on, without discovering herself. She started +homeward, now, intending to find Tom and tell him; Tom would be +thankful and their troubles would be healed. Before she was half +way home, however, she had changed her mind. The thought of Tom's +treatment of her when she was talking about her picnic came +scorching back and filled her with shame. She resolved to let him +get whipped on the damaged spelling-book's account, and to hate +him forever, into the bargain.</p> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c19"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER XIX</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="19-158"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="19-158.jpg (168K)" src="images/19-158.jpg" height="877" width="800"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>TOM arrived at home in a dreary mood, and the first thing his +aunt said to him showed him that he had brought his sorrows to an +unpromising market:</p> + +<p>"Tom, I've a notion to skin you alive!"</p> + +<p>"Auntie, what have I done?"</p> + +<p>"Well, you've done enough. Here I go over to Sereny Harper, +like an old softy, expecting I'm going to make her believe all +that rubbage about that dream, when lo and behold you she'd found +out from Joe that you was over here and heard all the talk we had +that night. Tom, I don't know what is to become of a boy that +will act like that. It makes me feel so bad to think you could +let me go to Sereny Harper and make such a fool of myself and +never say a word."</p> + +<p>This was a new aspect of the thing. His smartness of the +morning had seemed to Tom a good joke before, and very +ingenious. It merely looked mean and shabby now. He hung his head +and could not think of anything to say for a moment. Then he +said:</p> + +<p>"Auntie, I wish I hadn't done it—but I didn't +think."</p> + +<p>"Oh, child, you never think. You never think of anything but +your own selfishness. You could think to come all the way over +here from Jackson's Island in the night to laugh at our troubles, +and you could think to fool me with a lie about a dream; but you +couldn't ever think to pity us and save us from sorrow."</p> + +<p>"Auntie, I know now it was mean, but I didn't mean to be mean. +I didn't, honest. And besides, I didn't come over here to laugh +at you that night."</p> + +<p>"What did you come for, then?"</p> + +<p>"It was to tell you not to be uneasy about us, because we +hadn't got drownded."</p> + +<p>"Tom, Tom, I would be the thankfullest soul in this world if I +could believe you ever had as good a thought as that, but you +know you never did—and I know it, Tom."</p> + +<p>"Indeed and 'deed I did, auntie—I wish I may never stir +if I didn't."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Tom, don't lie—don't do it. It only makes things a +hundred times worse."</p> + +<p>"It ain't a lie, auntie; it's the truth. I wanted to keep you +from grieving—that was all that made me come."</p> + +<p>"I'd give the whole world to believe that—it would cover +up a power of sins, Tom. I'd 'most be glad you'd run off and +acted so bad. But it ain't reasonable; because, why didn't you +tell me, child?"</p> + +<p>"Why, you see, when you got to talking about the funeral, I +just got all full of the idea of our coming and hiding in the +church, and I couldn't somehow bear to spoil it. So I just put +the bark back in my pocket and kept mum."</p> + +<p>"What bark?"</p> + +<p>"The bark I had wrote on to tell you we'd gone pirating. I +wish, now, you'd waked up when I kissed you—I do, +honest."</p> + +<p>The hard lines in his aunt's face relaxed and a sudden +tenderness dawned in her eyes.</p> + +<p>"DID you kiss me, Tom?"</p> + +<p>"Why, yes, I did."</p> + +<p>"Are you sure you did, Tom?"</p> + +<p>"Why, yes, I did, auntie—certain sure."</p> + +<p>"What did you kiss me for, Tom?"</p> + +<p>"Because I loved you so, and you laid there moaning and I was +so sorry."</p> + +<p>The words sounded like truth. The old lady could not hide a +tremor in her voice when she said:</p> + +<p>"Kiss me again, Tom!—and be off with you to school, now, +and don't bother me any more."</p> + +<p>The moment he was gone, she ran to a closet and got out the +ruin of a jacket which Tom had gone pirating in. Then she +stopped, with it in her hand, and said to herself:</p> + +<p>"No, I don't dare. Poor boy, I reckon he's lied about +it—but it's a blessed, blessed lie, there's such a comfort +come from it. I hope the Lord—I KNOW the Lord will forgive +him, because it was such good-heartedness in him to tell it. But +I don't want to find out it's a lie. I won't look."</p> + +<p>She put the jacket away, and stood by musing a minute. Twice +she put out her hand to take the garment again, and twice she +refrained. Once more she ventured, and this time she fortified +herself with the thought: "It's a good lie—it's a good +lie—I won't let it grieve me." So she sought the jacket +pocket. A moment later she was reading Tom's piece of bark +through flowing tears and saying: "I could forgive the boy, now, +if he'd committed a million sins!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="19-160"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="19-160.jpg (63K)" src="images/19-160.jpg" height="519" width="363"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c20"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER XX</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="20-161"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="20-161.jpg (178K)" src="images/20-161.jpg" height="942" width="797"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>THERE was something about Aunt Polly's manner, when she kissed +Tom, that swept away his low spirits and made him lighthearted +and happy again. He started to school and had the luck of coming +upon Becky Thatcher at the head of Meadow Lane. His mood always +determined his manner. Without a moment's hesitation he ran to +her and said:</p> + +<p>"I acted mighty mean today, Becky, and I'm so sorry. I won't +ever, ever do that way again, as long as ever I live—please +make up, won't you?"</p> + +<p>The girl stopped and looked him scornfully in the face:</p> + +<p>"I'll thank you to keep yourself TO yourself, Mr. Thomas +Sawyer. I'll never speak to you again."</p> + +<p>She tossed her head and passed on. Tom was so stunned that he +had not even presence of mind enough to say "Who cares, Miss +Smarty?" until the right time to say it had gone by. So he said +nothing. But he was in a fine rage, nevertheless. He moped into +the schoolyard wishing she were a boy, and imagining how he would +trounce her if she were. He presently encountered her and +delivered a stinging remark as he passed. She hurled one in +return, and the angry breach was complete. It seemed to Becky, in +her hot resentment, that she could hardly wait for school to +"take in," she was so impatient to see Tom flogged for the +injured spelling-book. If she had had any lingering notion of +exposing Alfred Temple, Tom's offensive fling had driven it +entirely away.</p> + +<p>Poor girl, she did not know how fast she was nearing trouble +herself. The master, Mr. Dobbins, had reached middle age with an +unsatisfied ambition. The darling of his desires was, to be a +doctor, but poverty had decreed that he should be nothing higher +than a village schoolmaster. Every day he took a mysterious book +out of his desk and absorbed himself in it at times when no +classes were reciting. He kept that book under lock and key. +There was not an urchin in school but was perishing to have a +glimpse of it, but the chance never came. Every boy and girl had +a theory about the nature of that book; but no two theories were +alike, and there was no way of getting at the facts in the case. +Now, as Becky was passing by the desk, which stood near the door, +she noticed that the key was in the lock! It was a precious +moment. She glanced around; found herself alone, and the next +instant she had the book in her hands. The +titlepage—Professor Somebody's ANATOMY—carried no +information to her mind; so she began to turn the leaves. She +came at once upon a handsomely engraved and colored +frontispiece—a human figure, stark naked. At that moment a +shadow fell on the page and Tom Sawyer stepped in at the door and +caught a glimpse of the picture. Becky snatched at the book to +close it, and had the hard luck to tear the pictured page half +down the middle. She thrust the volume into the desk, turned the +key, and burst out crying with shame and vexation.</p> + +<p>"Tom Sawyer, you are just as mean as you can be, to sneak up +on a person and look at what they're looking at."</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="20-163"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="20-163.jpg (54K)" src="images/20-163.jpg" height="490" width="361"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>"How could I know you was looking at anything?"</p> + +<p>"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Tom Sawyer; you know +you're going to tell on me, and oh, what shall I do, what shall I +do! I'll be whipped, and I never was whipped in school."</p> + +<p>Then she stamped her little foot and said:</p> + +<p>"BE so mean if you want to! I know something that's going to +happen. You just wait and you'll see! Hateful, hateful, +hateful!"—and she flung out of the house with a new +explosion of crying.</p> + +<p>Tom stood still, rather flustered by this onslaught. Presently +he said to himself:</p> + +<p>"What a curious kind of a fool a girl is! Never been licked in +school! Shucks! What's a licking! That's just like a +girl—they're so thin-skinned and chicken-hearted. Well, of +course I ain't going to tell old Dobbins on this little fool, +because there's other ways of getting even on her, that ain't so +mean; but what of it? Old Dobbins will ask who it was tore his +book. Nobody'll answer. Then he'll do just the way he always +does—ask first one and then t'other, and when he comes to +the right girl he'll know it, without any telling. Girls' faces +always tell on them. They ain't got any backbone. She'll get +licked. Well, it's a kind of a tight place for Becky Thatcher, +because there ain't any way out of it." Tom conned the thing a +moment longer, and then added: "All right, though; she'd like to +see me in just such a fix—let her sweat it out!"</p> + +<p>Tom joined the mob of skylarking scholars outside. In a few +moments the master arrived and school "took in." Tom did not feel +a strong interest in his studies. Every time he stole a glance at +the girls' side of the room Becky's face troubled him. +Considering all things, he did not want to pity her, and yet it +was all he could do to help it. He could get up no exultation +that was really worthy the name. Presently the spelling-book +discovery was made, and Tom's mind was entirely full of his own +matters for a while after that. Becky roused up from her lethargy +of distress and showed good interest in the proceedings. She did +not expect that Tom could get out of his trouble by denying that +he spilt the ink on the book himself; and she was right. The +denial only seemed to make the thing worse for Tom. Becky +supposed she would be glad of that, and she tried to believe she +was glad of it, but she found she was not certain. When the worst +came to the worst, she had an impulse to get up and tell on +Alfred Temple, but she made an effort and forced herself to keep +still—because, said she to herself, "he'll tell about me +tearing the picture sure. I wouldn't say a word, not to save his +life!"</p> + +<p>Tom took his whipping and went back to his seat not at all +broken-hearted, for he thought it was possible that he had +unknowingly upset the ink on the spelling-book himself, in some +skylarking bout—he had denied it for form's sake and +because it was custom, and had stuck to the denial from +principle.</p> + +<p>A whole hour drifted by, the master sat nodding in his throne, +the air was drowsy with the hum of study. By and by, Mr. Dobbins +straightened himself up, yawned, then unlocked his desk, and +reached for his book, but seemed undecided whether to take it out +or leave it. Most of the pupils glanced up languidly, but there +were two among them that watched his movements with intent eyes. +Mr. Dobbins fingered his book absently for a while, then took it +out and settled himself in his chair to read! Tom shot a glance +at Becky. He had seen a hunted and helpless rabbit look as she +did, with a gun levelled at its head. Instantly he forgot his +quarrel with her. Quick—something must be done! done in a +flash, too! But the very imminence of the emergency paralyzed his +invention. Good!—he had an inspiration! He would run and +snatch the book, spring through the door and fly. But his +resolution shook for one little instant, and the chance was +lost—the master opened the volume. If Tom only had the +wasted opportunity back again! Too late. There was no help for +Becky now, he said. The next moment the master faced the school. +Every eye sank under his gaze. There was that in it which smote +even the innocent with fear. There was silence while one might +count ten—the master was gathering his wrath. Then he +spoke: "Who tore this book?"</p> + +<p>There was not a sound. One could have heard a pin drop. The +stillness continued; the master searched face after face for +signs of guilt.</p> + +<p>"Benjamin Rogers, did you tear this book?"</p> + +<p>A denial. Another pause.</p> + +<p>"Joseph Harper, did you?"</p> + +<p>Another denial. Tom's uneasiness grew more and more intense +under the slow torture of these proceedings. The master scanned +the ranks of boys—considered a while, then turned to the +girls:</p> + +<p>"Amy Lawrence?"</p> + +<p>A shake of the head.</p> + +<p>"Gracie Miller?"</p> + +<p>The same sign.</p> + +<p>"Susan Harper, did you do this?"</p> + +<p>Another negative. The next girl was Becky Thatcher. Tom was +trembling from head to foot with excitement and a sense of the +hopelessness of the situation.</p> + +<p>"Rebecca Thatcher" [Tom glanced at her face—it was white +with terror]—"did you tear—no, look me in the face" +[her hands rose in appeal]—"did you tear this book?"</p> + +<p>A thought shot like lightning through Tom's brain. He sprang +to his feet and shouted—"I done it!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="20-165"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="20-165.jpg (54K)" src="images/20-165.jpg" height="490" width="352"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The school stared in perplexity at this incredible folly. Tom +stood a moment, to gather his dismembered faculties; and when he +stepped forward to go to his punishment the surprise, the +gratitude, the adoration that shone upon him out of poor Becky's +eyes seemed pay enough for a hundred floggings. Inspired by the +splendor of his own act, he took without an outcry the most +merciless flaying that even Mr. Dobbins had ever administered; +and also received with indifference the added cruelty of a +command to remain two hours after school should be +dismissed—for he knew who would wait for him outside till +his captivity was done, and not count the tedious time as loss, +either.</p> + +<p>Tom went to bed that night planning vengeance against Alfred +Temple; for with shame and repentance Becky had told him all, not +forgetting her own treachery; but even the longing for vengeance +had to give way, soon, to pleasanter musings, and he fell asleep +at last with Becky's latest words lingering dreamily in his +ear—</p> + +<p>"Tom, how COULD you be so noble!"</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="20-166"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="20-166.jpg (28K)" src="images/20-166.jpg" height="275" width="569"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c21"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER XXI</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="21-167"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="21-167.jpg (178K)" src="images/21-167.jpg" height="905" width="792"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>VACATION was approaching. The schoolmaster, always severe, +grew severer and more exacting than ever, for he wanted the +school to make a good showing on "Examination" day. His rod and +his ferule were seldom idle now—at least among the smaller +pupils. Only the biggest boys, and young ladies of eighteen and +twenty, escaped lashing. Mr. Dobbins' lashings were very vigorous +ones, too; for although he carried, under his wig, a perfectly +bald and shiny head, he had only reached middle age, and there +was no sign of feebleness in his muscle. As the great day +approached, all the tyranny that was in him came to the surface; +he seemed to take a vindictive pleasure in punishing the least +shortcomings. The consequence was, that the smaller boys spent +their days in terror and suffering and their nights in plotting +revenge. They threw away no opportunity to do the master a +mischief. But he kept ahead all the time. The retribution that +followed every vengeful success was so sweeping and majestic that +the boys always retired from the field badly worsted. At last +they conspired together and hit upon a plan that promised a +dazzling victory. They swore in the signpainter's boy, told him +the scheme, and asked his help. He had his own reasons for being +delighted, for the master boarded in his father's family and had +given the boy ample cause to hate him. The master's wife would go +on a visit to the country in a few days, and there would be +nothing to interfere with the plan; the master always prepared +himself for great occasions by getting pretty well fuddled, and +the signpainter's boy said that when the dominie had reached the +proper condition on Examination Evening he would "manage the +thing" while he napped in his chair; then he would have him +awakened at the right time and hurried away to school.</p> + +<p>In the fulness of time the interesting occasion arrived. At +eight in the evening the schoolhouse was brilliantly lighted, and +adorned with wreaths and festoons of foliage and flowers. The +master sat throned in his great chair upon a raised platform, +with his blackboard behind him. He was looking tolerably mellow. +Three rows of benches on each side and six rows in front of him +were occupied by the dignitaries of the town and by the parents +of the pupils. To his left, back of the rows of citizens, was a +spacious temporary platform upon which were seated the scholars +who were to take part in the exercises of the evening; rows of +small boys, washed and dressed to an intolerable state of +discomfort; rows of gawky big boys; snowbanks of girls and young +ladies clad in lawn and muslin and conspicuously conscious of +their bare arms, their grandmothers' ancient trinkets, their +bits of pink and blue ribbon and the flowers in their hair. All +the rest of the house was filled with non-participating +scholars.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="21-168"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="21-168.jpg (103K)" src="images/21-168.jpg" height="516" width="712"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>The exercises began. A very little boy stood up and sheepishly +recited, "You'd scarce expect one of my age to speak in public on +the stage," etc.—accompanying himself with the painfully +exact and spasmodic gestures which a machine might have +used—supposing the machine to be a trifle out of order. But +he got through safely, though cruelly scared, and got a fine +round of applause when he made his manufactured bow and +retired.</p> + +<p>A little shamefaced girl lisped, "Mary had a little lamb," +etc., performed a compassion-inspiring curtsy, got her meed of +applause, and sat down flushed and happy.</p> + +<p>Tom Sawyer stepped forward with conceited confidence and +soared into the unquenchable and indestructible "Give me liberty +or give me death" speech, with fine fury and frantic +gesticulation, and broke down in the middle of it. A ghastly +stage-fright seized him, his legs quaked under him and he was +like to choke. True, he had the manifest sympathy of the house +but he had the house's silence, too, which was even worse than +its sympathy. The master frowned, and this completed the +disaster. Tom struggled awhile and then retired, utterly +defeated. There was a weak attempt at applause, but it died +early.</p> + +<p>"The Boy Stood on the Burning Deck" followed; also "The +Assyrian Came Down," and other declamatory gems. Then there were +reading exercises, and a spelling fight. The meagre Latin class +recited with honor. The prime feature of the evening was in +order, now—original "compositions" by the young ladies. +Each in her turn stepped forward to the edge of the platform, +cleared her throat, held up her manuscript (tied with dainty +ribbon), and proceeded to read, with labored attention to +"expression" and punctuation. The themes were the same that had +been illuminated upon similar occasions by their mothers before +them, their grandmothers, and doubtless all their ancestors in +the female line clear back to the Crusades. "Friendship" was +one; "Memories of Other Days"; "Religion in History"; "Dream +Land"; "The Advantages of Culture"; "Forms of Political +Government Compared and Contrasted"; "Melancholy"; "Filial Love"; +"Heart Longings," etc., etc.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="21-170"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="21-170.jpg (87K)" src="images/21-170.jpg" height="496" width="677"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>A prevalent feature in these compositions was a nursed and +petted melancholy; another was a wasteful and opulent gush of +"fine language"; another was a tendency to lug in by the ears +particularly prized words and phrases until they were worn +entirely out; and a peculiarity that conspicuously marked and +marred them was the inveterate and intolerable sermon that wagged +its crippled tail at the end of each and every one of them. No +matter what the subject might be, a brainracking effort was made +to squirm it into some aspect or other that the moral and +religious mind could contemplate with edification. The glaring +insincerity of these sermons was not sufficient to compass the +banishment of the fashion from the schools, and it is not +sufficient today; it never will be sufficient while the world +stands, perhaps. There is no school in all our land where the +young ladies do not feel obliged to close their compositions with +a sermon; and you will find that the sermon of the most frivolous +and the least religious girl in the school is always the longest +and the most relentlessly pious. But enough of this. Homely truth +is unpalatable.</p> + +<p>Let us return to the "Examination." The first composition that +was read was one entitled "Is this, then, Life?" Perhaps the +reader can endure an extract from it:</p> + +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p>"In the common walks of life, with what delightful emotions +does the youthful mind look forward to some anticipated scene of +festivity! Imagination is busy sketching rose-tinted pictures of +joy. In fancy, the voluptuous votary of fashion sees herself amid +the festive throng, 'the observed of all observers.' Her graceful +form, arrayed in snowy robes, is whirling through the mazes of +the joyous dance; her eye is brightest, her step is lightest in +the gay assembly.</p> + +<p>"In such delicious fancies time quickly glides by, and the +welcome hour arrives for her entrance into the Elysian world, of +which she has had such bright dreams. How fairy-like does +everything appear to her enchanted vision! Each new scene is more +charming than the last. But after a while she finds that beneath +this goodly exterior, all is vanity, the flattery which once +charmed her soul, now grates harshly upon her ear; the ballroom +has lost its charms; and with wasted health and imbittered heart, +she turns away with the conviction that earthly pleasures cannot +satisfy the longings of the soul!"</p> +</blockquote></blockquote> + +<p>And so forth and so on. There was a buzz of gratification +from time to time during the reading, accompanied by whispered +ejaculations of "How sweet!" "How eloquent!" "So true!" etc., and +after the thing had closed with a peculiarly afflicting sermon +the applause was enthusiastic.</p> + +<p>Then arose a slim, melancholy girl, whose face had the +"interesting" paleness that comes of pills and indigestion, and +read a "poem." Two stanzas of it will do:</p> + +<h4>"A MISSOURI MAIDEN'S FAREWELL TO ALABAMA</h4> +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> +"Alabama, goodbye! I love thee well!<br> +But yet for a while do I leave thee now!<br> +Sad, yes, sad thoughts of thee my heart doth swell,<br> +And burning recollections throng my brow!<br> +For I have wandered through thy flowery woods;<br> +Have roamed and read near Tallapoosa's stream;<br> +Have listened to Tallassee's warring floods,<br> +And wooed on Coosa's side Aurora's beam.<br> +<br> +"Yet shame I not to bear an o'erfull heart,<br> +Nor blush to turn behind my tearful eyes; <br> +'Tis from no stranger land I now must part, <br> +'Tis to no strangers left I yield these sighs.<br> +Welcome and home were mine within this State,<br> +Whose vales I leave—whose spires fade fast from me<br> +And cold must be mine eyes, and heart, and tete,<br> +When, dear Alabama! they turn cold on thee!" + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + +<p>There were very few there who knew what "tete" meant, but the +poem was very satisfactory, nevertheless.</p> + +<p>Next appeared a dark-complexioned, black-eyed, black-haired +young lady, who paused an impressive moment, assumed a tragic +expression, and began to read in a measured, solemn tone:</p> + + +<br><br> +<a name="21-173"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="21-173.jpg (87K)" src="images/21-173.jpg" height="505" width="683"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + + +<blockquote><blockquote> +<p>"A VISION</p> + +<p>"Dark and tempestuous was night. Around the throne on high not +a single star quivered; but the deep intonations of the heavy +thunder constantly vibrated upon the ear; whilst the terrific +lightning revelled in angry mood through the cloudy chambers of +heaven, seeming to scorn the power exerted over its terror by the +illustrious Franklin! Even the boisterous winds unanimously came +forth from their mystic homes, and blustered about as if to +enhance by their aid the wildness of the scene.</p> + +<p>"At such a time, so dark,so dreary, for human sympathy my very +spirit sighed; but instead thereof,</p> + +<p>"'My dearest friend, my counsellor, my comforter and +guide—My joy in grief, my second bliss in joy,' came to my +side. She moved like one of those bright beings pictured in the +sunny walks of fancy's Eden by the romantic and young, a queen of +beauty unadorned save by her own transcendent loveliness. So soft +was her step, it failed to make even a sound, and but for the +magical thrill imparted by her genial touch, as other unobtrusive +beauties, she would have glided away +unperceived—unsought. A strange sadness rested upon her features, like icy +tears upon the robe of December, as she pointed to the contending +elements without, and bade me contemplate the two beings +presented."</p> +</blockquote></blockquote> + +<p>This nightmare occupied some ten pages of manuscript and +wound up with a sermon so destructive of all hope to +non-Presbyterians that it took the first prize. This composition +was considered to be the very finest effort of the evening. The +mayor of the village, in delivering the prize to the author of +it, made a warm speech in which he said that it was by far the +most "eloquent" thing he had ever listened to, and that Daniel +Webster himself might well be proud of it.</p> + +<p>It may be remarked, in passing, that the number of +compositions in which the word "beauteous" was over-fondled, and +human experience referred to as "life's page," was up to the +usual average.</p> + +<p>Now the master, mellow almost to the verge of geniality, put +his chair aside, turned his back to the audience, and began to +draw a map of America on the blackboard, to exercise the +geography class upon. But he made a sad business of it with his +unsteady hand, and a smothered titter rippled over the house. He +knew what the matter was, and set himself to right it. He sponged +out lines and remade them; but he only distorted them more than +ever, and the tittering was more pronounced. He threw his entire +attention upon his work, now, as if determined not to be put down +by the mirth. He felt that all eyes were fastened upon him; he +imagined he was succeeding, and yet the tittering continued; it +even manifestly increased. And well it might. There was a garret +above, pierced with a scuttle over his head; and down through +this scuttle came a cat, suspended around the haunches by a +string; she had a rag tied about her head and jaws to keep her +from mewing; as she slowly descended she curved upward and clawed +at the string, she swung downward and clawed at the intangible +air. The tittering rose higher and higher—the cat was +within six inches of the absorbed teacher's head—down, +down, a little lower, and she grabbed his wig with her desperate +claws, clung to it, and was snatched up into the garret in an +instant with her trophy still in her possession! And how the +light did blaze abroad from the master's bald pate—for the +signpainter's boy had GILDED it!</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="21-174"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="21-174.jpg (110K)" src="images/21-174.jpg" height="945" width="356"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>That broke up the meeting. The boys were avenged. Vacation had +come.</p> + +<p>NOTE:—The pretended "compositions" quoted in this +chapter are taken without alteration from a volume entitled +"Prose and Poetry, by a Western Lady"—but they are exactly +and precisely after the schoolgirl pattern, and hence are much +happier than any mere imitations could be.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="21-175"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="21-175.jpg (52K)" src="images/21-175.jpg" height="376" width="778"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c22"></a></p> + +<center> +<h2>CHAPTER XXII</h2> +</center> + +<br><br> +<a name="22-176"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="22-176.jpg (178K)" src="images/22-176.jpg" height="926" width="778"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>TOM joined the new order of Cadets of Temperance, being +attracted by the showy character of their "regalia." He promised +to abstain from smoking, chewing, and profanity as long as he +remained a member. Now he found out a new thing—namely, +that to promise not to do a thing is the surest way in the world +to make a body want to go and do that very thing. Tom soon found +himself tormented with a desire to drink and swear; the desire +grew to be so intense that nothing but the hope of a chance to +display himself in his red sash kept him from withdrawing from +the order. Fourth of July was coming; but he soon gave that +up—gave it up before he had worn his shackles over +forty-eight hours—and fixed his hopes upon old Judge +Frazer, justice of the peace, who was apparently on his deathbed +and would have a big public funeral, since he was so high an +official. During three days Tom was deeply concerned about the +Judge's condition and hungry for news of it. Sometimes his hopes +ran high—so high that he would venture to get out his +regalia and practise before the looking-glass. But the Judge had +a most discouraging way of fluctuating. At last he was pronounced +upon the mend—and then convalescent. Tom was disgusted; +and felt a sense of injury, too. He handed in his resignation at +once—and that night the Judge suffered a relapse and died. +Tom resolved that he would never trust a man like that again.</p> + +<p>The funeral was a fine thing. The Cadets paraded in a style +calculated to kill the late member with envy. Tom was a free boy +again, however—there was something in that. He could +drink and swear, now—but found to his surprise that he did +not want to. The simple fact that he could, took the desire away, +and the charm of it.</p> + +<p>Tom presently wondered to find that his coveted vacation was +beginning to hang a little heavily on his hands.</p> + +<p>He attempted a diary—but nothing happened during three +days, and so he abandoned it.</p> + +<p>The first of all the negro minstrel shows came to town, and +made a sensation. Tom and Joe Harper got up a band of performers +and were happy for two days.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="22-177"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="22-177.jpg (110K)" src="images/22-177.jpg" height="525" width="690"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>Even the Glorious Fourth was in some sense a failure, for it +rained hard, there was no procession in consequence, and the +greatest man in the world (as Tom supposed), Mr. Benton, an +actual United States Senator, proved an overwhelming +disappointment—for he was not twenty-five feet high, nor +even anywhere in the neighborhood of it.</p> + +<p>A circus came. The boys played circus for three days afterward +in tents made of rag carpeting—admission, three pins for +boys, two for girls—and then circusing was abandoned.</p> + +<p>A phrenologist and a mesmerizer came—and went again and +left the village duller and drearier than ever.</p> + +<p>There were some boys-and-girls' parties, but they were so few +and so delightful that they only made the aching voids between +ache the harder.</p> + +<p>Becky Thatcher was gone to her Constantinople home to stay +with her parents during vacation—so there was no bright +side to life anywhere.</p> + +<p>The dreadful secret of the murder was a chronic misery. It was +a very cancer for permanency and pain.</p> + +<p>Then came the measles.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="22-178"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="22-178.jpg (51K)" src="images/22-178.jpg" height="482" width="363"> +</center> +<br><br><br><br> + +<p>During two long weeks Tom lay a prisoner, dead to the world +and its happenings. He was very ill, he was interested in +nothing. When he got upon his feet at last and moved feebly +downtown, a melancholy change had come over everything and every +creature. There had been a "revival," and everybody had "got +religion," not only the adults, but even the boys and girls. Tom +went about, hoping against hope for the sight of one blessed +sinful face, but disappointment crossed him everywhere. He found +Joe Harper studying a Testament, and turned sadly away from the +depressing spectacle. He sought Ben Rogers, and found him +visiting the poor with a basket of tracts. He hunted up Jim +Hollis, who called his attention to the precious blessing of his +late measles as a warning. Every boy he encountered added another +ton to his depression; and when, in desperation, he flew for +refuge at last to the bosom of Huckleberry Finn and was received +with a Scriptural quotation, his heart broke and he crept home +and to bed realizing that he alone of all the town was lost, +forever and forever.</p> + +<p>And that night there came on a terrific storm, with driving +rain, awful claps of thunder and blinding sheets of lightning. He +covered his head with the bedclothes and waited in a horror of +suspense for his doom; for he had not the shadow of a doubt that +all this hubbub was about him. He believed he had taxed the +forbearance of the powers above to the extremity of endurance and +that this was the result. It might have seemed to him a waste of +pomp and ammunition to kill a bug with a battery of artillery, +but there seemed nothing incongruous about the getting up such +an expensive thunderstorm as this to knock the turf from under +an insect like himself.</p> + +<p>By and by the tempest spent itself and died without +accomplishing its object. The boy's first impulse was to be +grateful, and reform. His second was to wait—for there +might not be any more storms.</p> + +<p>The next day the doctors were back; Tom had relapsed. The +three weeks he spent on his back this time seemed an entire age. +When he got abroad at last he was hardly grateful that he had +been spared, remembering how lonely was his estate, how +companionless and forlorn he was. He drifted listlessly down the +street and found Jim Hollis acting as judge in a juvenile court +that was trying a cat for murder, in the presence of her victim, +a bird. He found Joe Harper and Huck Finn up an alley eating a +stolen melon. Poor lads! they—like Tom—had suffered a +relapse.</p> + +<br><br> +<a name="22-180"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<img alt="22-180.jpg (56K)" src="images/22-180.jpg" height="508" width="415"> +</center> +<br><br> + + + + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Part 5. +by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TOM SAWYER *** + +***** This file should be named 7197-h.htm or 7197-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/7/1/9/7197/ + +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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