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SAWYER
BY
MARK TWAIN
(Samuel Langhorne
Clemens)
PREFACE
THE AUTHOR.
HARTFORD, 1876.
TOM SAWYER
CHAPTER I
"TOM!"
No answer.
"TOM!"
No answer.
No answer.
"Y-o-u-u TOM!"
"Nothing."
"Yes'm."
"Yes'm."
"Yes I can."
"I can."
"You can't."
"Can!"
"Can't!"
"You're another."
"Aw--take a walk!"
"Well I WILL."
"You are."
"I ain't."
"You are."
"I won't."
"That's a lie."
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
"Poor"--
"THEIRS--"
"Sh--"
"For they--a--"
"S, H, A--"
"SHALL!"
"Yes."
"What'll you take for her?"
"Tom."
"Thomas."
"Thomas Sawyer--sir."
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
"Dying!"
Tom said:
"Hello, Huckleberry!"
"Dead cat."
"Why, spunk-water."
"Spunk-water! I wouldn't give a dern
for spunk-water."
"Certainly."
"Is it genuwyne?"
"Thomas Sawyer!"
"Yes."
"You'll tell."
CHAPTER VII
"I won't!"
"What's that?"
"No."
"Everybody?"
"Ye--yes."
"No, now."
No reply--but sobs.
"Becky"--pleadingly. "Becky, won't you
say something?"
More sobs.
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
Huckleberry whispered:
"Sh!"
"I--"
"Listen!"
The boys bent their heads together
and scarcely breathed. A muffled
sound of voices floated up from the far
end of the graveyard.
"Sh!"
CHAPTER X
THE two boys flew on and on, toward
the village, speechless with
horror. They glanced backward over
their shoulders from time to time,
apprehensively, as if they feared they
might be followed. Every stump
that started up in their path seemed a
man and an enemy, and made them
catch their breath; and as they sped
by some outlying cottages that lay
near the village, the barking of the
aroused watch-dogs seemed to give
wings to their feet.
CHAPTER XI
"Muff Potter!"
CHAPTER XII
"You DO?"
"Yes'm."
CHAPTER XIII
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.
"BLOOD!"
"Aye-aye, sir!"
"Steady, steady-y-y-y!"
"Aye-aye, sir!"
Tom said:
CHAPTER XIV
CHAPTER XV
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
half-way 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.
CHAPTER XVI
"So do I."
CHAPTER XVII
CHAPTER XVIII
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
CHAPTER XIX
"What bark?"
CHAPTER XX
"Amy Lawrence?"
A shake of the head.
"Gracie Miller?"
CHAPTER XXI
"A VISION
CHAPTER XXII
"'Bout what?"
"Oh--'course I haven't."
"Never a word?"
"I'm agreed."
"Yes, sir."
"Near as I am to you."
"Where?"
CHAPTER XXIV
CHAPTER XXV
"No."
"Not as I remember."
"No?"
"I'm agreed."
"So do I."
"Married!"
"That's it."
"What's that?".
"Lordy!"
"What'll it be?"
CHAPTER XXVI
"No."
"I'm agreed."
CHAPTER XXVII
THE adventure of the day mightily
tormented Tom's dreams that night.
Four times he had his hands on that
rich treasure and four times it
wasted to nothingness in his fingers as
sleep forsook him and
wakefulness brought back the hard
reality of his misfortune. As he lay
in the early morning recalling the
incidents of his great adventure, he
noticed that they seemed curiously
subdued and far away--somewhat as if
they had happened in another world,
or in a time long gone by. Then it
occurred to him that the great
adventure itself must be a dream!
There
was one very strong argument in favor
of this idea--namely, that the
quantity of coin he had seen was too
vast to be real. He had never seen
as much as fifty dollars in one mass
before, and he was like all boys
of his age and station in life, in that he
imagined that all references
to "hundreds" and "thousands" were
mere fanciful forms of speech, and
that no such sums really existed in the
world. He never had supposed
for a moment that so large a sum as a
hundred dollars was to be found
in actual money in any one's
possession. If his notions of hidden
treasure had been analyzed, they
would have been found to consist of a
handful of real dimes and a bushel of
vague, splendid, ungraspable
dollars.
"Hello, Huck!"
"Hello, yourself."
"Lemme think."
CHAPTER XXVIII
"No!"
"How?"
Huck shuddered.
CHAPTER XXIX
CHAPTER XXX
"Who's there!"
"Of WHAT?"
"Your Becky?"
"Why, no."
"No'm."
CHAPTER XXXI
"Tom, I am so hungry!"
"Tom!"
"Well, Becky?"
CHAPTER XXXII
TUESDAY afternoon came, and waned
to the twilight. The village of St.
Petersburg still mourned. The lost
children had not been found. Public
prayers had been offered up for them,
and many and many a private
prayer that had the petitioner's whole
heart in it; but still no good
news came from the cave. The
majority of the searchers had given up
the
quest and gone back to their daily
avocations, saying that it was plain
the children could never be found.
Mrs. Thatcher was very ill, and a
great part of the time delirious. People
said it was heartbreaking to
hear her call her child, and raise her
head and listen a whole minute
at a time, then lay it wearily down
again with a moan. Aunt Polly had
drooped into a settled melancholy,
and her gray hair had grown almost
white. The village went to its rest on
Tuesday night, sad and forlorn.
"Why?"
CHAPTER XXXIII
They landed.
"Now, Huck, where we're a-standing
you could touch that hole I got out
of with a fishing-pole. See if you can
find it."
"What's a ransom?"
"What orgies?"
CHAPTER XXXIV
Sid appeared.
"Well, what?"
CHAPTER XXXV
"What's that?"
"It's to swear to stand by one another,
and never tell the gang's
secrets, even if you're chopped all to
flinders, and kill anybody and
all his family that hurts one of the
gang."
CONCLUSION