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is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restr ictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms o f the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenb Title: The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) Release Date: July 1, 2004 [EBook #74] Language: English Character set encoding: ASCII *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TOM SAWYER *** Produced by David Widger. The previous edition was update by Jose Menendez. THE ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER BY MARK TWAIN (Samuel Langhorne Clemens) P R E F A C E MOST of the adventures recorded in this book really occurred; one or two were ex periences of my own, the rest those of boys who were schoolmates of mine. Huck F inn is drawn from life; Tom Sawyer also, but not from an individual--he is a com bination of the characteristics of three boys whom I knew, and therefore belongs to the composite order of architecture. The odd superstitions touched upon were all prevalent among children and slaves in the West at the period of this story--that is to say, thirty or forty years a go. Although my book is intended mainly for the entertainment of boys and girls, I h ope it will not be shunned by men and women on that account, for part of my plan has been to try to pleasantly remind adults of what they once were themselves, and of how they felt and thought and talked, and what queer enterprises they som etimes engaged in. THE AUTHOR. HARTFORD, 1876. T O M S A W Y E R CHAPTER I "TOM!" No answer.

"TOM!" No answer. "What's gone with that boy, I wonder? You TOM!" No answer. The old lady pulled her spectacles down and looked over them about the room; the n she put them up and looked out under them. She seldom or never looked THROUGH them for so small a thing as a boy; they were her state pair, the pride of her h eart, and were built for "style," not service--she could have seen through a pai r of stove-lids just as well. She looked perplexed for a moment, and then said, not fiercely, but still loud enough for the furniture to hear: "Well, I lay if I get hold of you I'll--" She did not finish, for by this time she was bending down and punching under the bed with the broom, and so she needed breath to punctuate the punches with. She resurrected nothing but the cat. "I never did see the beat of that boy!" She went to the open door and stood in it and looked out among the tomato vines and "jimpson" weeds that constituted the garden. No Tom. So she lifted up her vo ice at an angle calculated for distance and shouted: "Y-o-u-u TOM!" There was a slight noise behind her and she turned just in time to seize a small boy by the slack of his roundabout and arrest his flight. "There! I might 'a' thought of that closet. What you been doing in there?" "Nothing." "Nothing! Look at your hands. And look at your mouth. What IS that truck?" "I don't know, aunt." "Well, I know. It's jam--that's what it is. Forty times I've said if you didn't let that jam alone I'd skin you. Hand me that switch." The switch hovered in the air--the peril was desperate-"My! Look behind you, aunt!" The old lady whirled round, and snatched her skirts out of danger. The lad fled on the instant, scrambled up the high board-fence, and disappeared over it. His aunt Polly stood surprised a moment, and then broke into a gentle laugh. "Hang the boy, can't I never learn anything? Ain't he played me tricks enough li ke that for me to be looking out for him by this time? But old fools is the bigg est fools there is. Can't learn an old dog new tricks, as the saying is. But my goodness, he never plays them alike, two days, and how is a body to know what's coming? He 'pears to know just how long he can torment me before I get my dander up, and he knows if he can make out to put me off for a minute or make me laugh , it's all down again and I can't hit him a lick. I ain't doing my duty by that boy, and that's the Lord's truth, goodness knows. Spare the rod and spile the ch

ild, as the Good Book says. I'm a laying up sin and suffering for us both, I kno w. He's full of the Old Scratch, but laws-a-me! he's my own dead sister's boy, p oor thing, and I ain't got the heart to lash him, somehow. Every time I let him off, my conscience does hurt me so, and every time I hit him my old heart most b reaks. Well-a-well, man that is born of woman is of few days and full of trouble , as the Scripture says, and I reckon it's so. He'll play hookey this evening, * and [* Southwestern for "afternoon"] I'll just be obleeged to make him work, to -morrow, to punish him. It's mighty hard to make him work Saturdays, when all th e boys is having holiday, but he hates work more than he hates anything else, an d I've GOT to do some of my duty by him, or I'll be the ruination of the child." Tom did play hookey, and he had a very good time. He got back home barely in sea son to help Jim, the small colored boy, saw next-day's wood and split the kindli ngs before supper--at least he was there in time to tell his adventures to Jim w hile Jim did three-fourths of the work. Tom's younger brother (or rather half-br other) Sid was already through with his part of the work (picking up chips), for he was a quiet boy, and had no adventurous, troublesome ways. While Tom was eating his supper, and stealing sugar as opportunity offered, Aunt Polly asked him questions that were full of guile, and very deep--for she wante d to trap him into damaging revealments. Like many other simple-hearted souls, i t was her pet vanity to believe she was endowed with a talent for dark and myste rious diplomacy, and she loved to contemplate her most transparent devices as ma rvels of low cunning. Said she: "Tom, it was middling warm in school, warn't it?" "Yes'm." "Powerful warm, warn't it?" "Yes'm." "Didn't you want to go in a-swimming, Tom?" A bit of a scare shot through Tom--a touch of uncomfortable suspicion. He search ed Aunt Polly's face, but it told him nothing. So he said: "No'm--well, not very much." The old lady reached out her hand and felt Tom's shirt, and said: "But you ain't too warm now, though." And it flattered her to reflect that she h ad discovered that the shirt was dry without anybody knowing that that was what she had in her mind. But in spite of her, Tom knew where the wind lay, now. So h e forestalled what might be the next move: "Some of us pumped on our heads--mine's damp yet. See?" Aunt Polly was vexed to think she had overlooked that bit of circumstantial evid ence, and missed a trick. Then she had a new inspiration: "Tom, you didn't have to undo your shirt collar where I sewed it, to pump on you r head, did you? Unbutton your jacket!" The trouble vanished out of Tom's face. He opened his jacket. His shirt collar w as securely sewed. "Bother! Well, go 'long with you. I'd made sure you'd played hookey and been a-s wimming. But I forgive ye, Tom. I reckon you're a kind of a singed cat, as the s

He had s hoes on--and it was only Friday. the advantage was with the bo y. He knew the model boy very well though-and loathed him. and he was suffering to practise it undistur bed. they kept face to face and eye to eye all the time. This new interest was a valued novelty in whistling. I'll lick you for that. This was simply astounding. as far as strong. but it's b lack." "Why. He fe lt much as an astronomer feels who has discovered a new planet--no doubt. Not because his troubles were one whit less heavy and bitter to him than a man's are to a m an. he had forgotten all his troubles." . or even less. and so were his pantaloons. if I didn't think you sewed his collar with white thread. I'll learn him!" He was not the Model Boy of the village. a bright bit of ribbon. in a circle. He said: "She'd never noticed if it hadn't been for Sid. and half glad that Tom had stumb led into obedient conduct for once. and sometimes she sews it with black. THIS time. now. produce d by touching the tongue to the roof of the mouth at short intervals in the mids t of the music--the reader probably remembers how to do it. and had thread bound about them--one needle carried white thread and the other black. Petersburg. I f one moved. if he has ever been a boy. The more Tom stared at the splendid marvel. Neither boy spoke. The summer evenings were long. It consisted in a peculiar bird-like turn. Diligence and attention soon gave him the knack of it. too--well dressed on a we ek-day. unalloyed pleasure is concerned." In a safe place Tom examined two large needles which were thrust into the lapels of his jacket. This boy was well dressed. yet. Finally Tom said: "I can lick you!" "I'd like to see you try it. but because a new and powerful interest bore them down and drove them out of his mind for the time--just as men's misfortunes are forgotten in the excitemen t of new enterprises. the other moved--but only sidewise. a sort of liquid warble." She was half sorry her sagacity had miscarried. the higher he turned up his nose at his finery and the shabbier and shabbier his own outfit seemed to him to grow. A stranger was before him--a boy a shade larger than himself. He had a citified air about him that ate into Tom's vitals. He even wore a necktie. and he strode down the street with his mouth full of harmony and his soul full of gratitude. Presently Tom checked his w histle.aying is--better'n you look. I wish to geeminy she'd sti ck to one or t'other--I can't keep the run of 'em. I did sew it with white! Tom!" But Tom did not wait for the rest. deep. A new-come r of any age or either sex was an impressive curiosity in the poor little shabby village of St. But Sidney said: "Well. But I bet you I'll lam Sid fo r that. As he went out at the door he said: "Siddy. his close-button ed blue cloth roundabout was new and natty. It was not dark. which he had just acquired from a negro. not the astronomer. Within two minutes. Confound it! sometimes she sews it with white. His cap was a dainty thing.

" "You can't. if you fool with me." "Well why don't you DO it then? What do you keep SAYING you will for? Why don't ." "You're a liar!" "You're another. I can do it." "Oh." "Smarty! You think you're SOME. you think you're mighty smart. of COURSE you will. now." "No you can't. I will. I dare you to knock it off--and any body that'll take a dare will suck eggs." "Well I WILL." "Well why don't you?" "If you say much." "Yes I can." "Can!" "Can't!" An uncomfortable pause." "Well I 'low I'll MAKE it my business." "Well why don't you DO it? You SAY you can do it." "Oh yes--I've seen whole families in the same fix."Well. if I wanted to. Then Tom said: "What's your name?" "'Tisn't any of your business. maybe." "Oh. either. DON'T you? Oh." "I can." "No you can't." "You're a fighting liar and dasn't take it up. what a hat!" "You can lump that hat if you don't like it." "Well I WILL. DON'T you? I could lick you with one hand ti ed behind me." "Aw--take a walk!" "Say--if you give me much more of your sass I'll take and bounce a rock off'n yo ur head." "Much--much--MUCH. There now.

" The new boy took two broad coppers out of his pocket and held them out with deri sion. and he can thrash y ou with his little DO it? It's because you're afraid. and more eying and sidling around each other." [Both brothers were imaginary. "Holler 'nuff!" said he." Another pause. each relaxed hi s strain with watchful caution. punched and scratched each other's nose. and Tom said: "You're a coward and a pup. Anybod y that'll take a dare will steal sheep. he can throw him over that fence. In an instant both boys were rolling and tu mbling in the dirt." "I AIN'T afraid. too. gripped together like cats. and said: "I dare you to step over that. and said: "Now you said you'd do it." So they stood. and for the space of a minute th ey tugged and tore at each other's hair and clothes." "I won't either. now let's see you do it." "Well. too. and I'll lick you till you can't stand up. Tom said: "Get away from here!" "Go away yourself!" "I won't." "Don't you crowd me now. and covered themselves with dust and glory." "I ain't. Tom struck them to the ground." "What do I care for your big brother? I've got a brother that's bigger than he i s--and what's more. Presently they were shoulder to shoulder. seated astride the new boy." "You are. But neither could ge t an advantage. I'll tell my big brother on you. and pounding him with his fists." "YOUR saying so don't make it so." Tom drew a line in the dust with his big toe." The new boy stepped over promptly. and glowering at each other with hate. and through the fog of battle Tom appeared. you better look out. you SAID you'd do it--why don't you do it?" "By jingo! for two cents I WILL do it. and I'll make him do it. Presently the confusio n took form." "You are. each with a foot placed at an angle as a brace.] "That's a lie. . After struggling till both were hot and flushed. and both shoving with might and main.

did it again. skylarking. He remembered that there was company at the pump. and thus found out whe re he lived. Tom chased the traitor home. mulatto. and all the summer world was bright and fresh. compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the far-reaching continent of unwhitewash ed fence. but he said he "'lowed" to "lay " for that boy. Bringing water from the town pump had always been hateful work in Tom's eyes. vicious. Tom sai d: "Say. At last the stranger got out a smothered "'Nuff!" and Tom let him up and said: "Now that'll learn you. Cardiff Hill. And he remembered that although the pum p was only a hundred and fifty yards off. So he went away. an' so she tole me go 'long an' 'tend to my own business--she 'lowed SHE 'D 'tend to de whitewashin'. and all gladness left him and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit. There was cheer in every face and a spring in every step. quarrelling. an d started off in high feather. and neg ro boys and girls were always there waiting their turns. and br imming with life." . Life to him s eemed hollow. Ole missis. reposeful." The new boy went off brushing the dust from his clothes. repeated the operation. Thirty yards of board fence nine feet high. an d inviting. he uncovered an ambuscade. The locust-trees were in bloom and the fragrance of the blossoms filled th e air. and when she saw the state his clothes were in her resolution to turn his Saturday holiday into capti vity at hard labor became adamantine in its firmness. but the enemy only made faces at him through the window and de clined. and ordered him away.The boy only struggled to free himself. and if the heart was young th e music issued at the lips. sobbing. vulg ar child. Jim came skipping out at the g ate with a tin pail. "Holler 'nuff!"--and the pounding went on. and as soon as his back was turned the new boy sn atched up a stone. There was a song in every heart. She say she spec' Mars Tom gwine to ax me to whi tewash. and when he climbed cautiously in at the win dow. and sat down on a tree-box discouraged. Better look out who you're fooling with next time. he dipped his brush and passe d it along the topmost plank. snuffling. Mars Tom. I'll fetch the water if you'll whitewash some. Tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush . and existence but a burden. in the person of his aunt. White. she tole me I got to go an' git dis water an' not stop foolin' roun' wid anybody. dreamy. but now it did not strike h im so. At last the enemy's mother appeared." To which Tom responded with jeers. was green with vegetation and it lay just far enough away to seem a Delectable Land. He then held a position at the gate for some time. He surveyed the fence. resting. Sighing. CHAPTER II SATURDAY morning was come. daring the enemy to come outside. and singing Buffalo Gals. beyond the village and above it. and occasionally looking back and shaking his head and threatening what he would do to Tom the "next time he caught him out. trading playth ings. fighting. Jim. He got home pretty late that night. and called Tom a bad. threw it and hit him between the shoulders and then turned ta il and ran like an antelope. Jim never got back with a bucket of wa ter under an hour--and even then somebody generally had to go after him. before. He was crying--mainly from rage." Jim shook his head and said: "Can't.

and trash. maybe. Ben Rogers hove in sight prese ntly--the very boy. Gimme t he bucket--I won't be gone only a a minute. so he had to imagine himself standing on his own hurricane-deck giving the orders and executing them: "Stop her. He began to think of the fun he had planned for t his day. But Tom's energy did not last. for he was pers onating a steamboat. Soon the free boys would come tripping alon g on all sorts of delicious expeditions. melodious whoop. Jim. and Aunt Polly was retiring from the field with a slipper in her hand and triumph in her eye. "Set her back on the stabboard! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow! ch-chow-wow! Chow!" His right hand. "White alley. enough to bu y an exchange of WORK. Jim. So he returned his straitened means to his pocket."Oh. I dasn't. and he drew up sl owly toward the sidewalk. took the white alley. and bent over the toe with absorbing interest while the ba ndage was being unwound. ding-dong-dong. sir! Ting-a-ling-ling!" The headway ran almost out. In another moment he was flying down the street with hi s pail and a tingling rear. He put down his pail. That's the way she always talks. marbles. but talk don't hurt--anyway s it don't if she don't cry. At this dark and hopeless moment an inspira tion burst upon him! Nothing less than a great. I'll give you a marvel." Jim was only human--this attraction was too much for him. I'd like to know. He took up his brush and went tranquilly to work. describing stately circles--for it was represen ting a forty-foot wheel. I'll give you a white alley!" Jim began to waver. he slackened speed." "My! Dat's a mighty gay marvel. SHE won't ever know. of all boys." "SHE! She never licks anybody--whacks 'em over the head with her thimble--and wh o cares for that. She talks awful. "Ship up to back! Ting-a-ling-ling!" His arms straightened and stiffened down hi s sides. whose ridicule he had been dreading. . He was boat and captain and enginebells combined. Ole missis she'd take an' tar de head off'n me. Tom was whitewashing with vigor." "Oh. As he drew near. He was eating an apple. meantime. I tell you! But Mars Tom I's powerful 'fraid ole missis--" "And besides. He got out hi s worldly wealth and examined it--bits of toys. if you will I'll show you my sore toe. at int ervals. but not half enough to buy so much as half an hour of pure freedom. leaned far over to starboard and rounded to ponderously and with labori ous pomp and circumstance--for he was personating the Big Missouri. and they would make a world of fun of h im for having to work--the very thought of it burnt him like fire. Ben's gait was the hop-skip-and-jump--proof enough that his heart was light and his antici pations high. 'Deed s he would. and consider ed himself to be drawing nine feet of water. and his sorrows multiplied. Jim! And it's a bully taw. magnificent inspiration. never you mind what she said. and gave up the idea of trying to buy the boys. took the middle of the street. Mars Tom. and giving a long. followed by a deep-toned ding-dong-dong.

All I know. you don't mean to let on that you LIKE it?" The brush continued to move. is. then he gave h is brush another gentle sweep and surveyed the result. but he stuck to his work. you know --but if it was the back fence I wouldn't mind and SHE wouldn't. she's awfu . B en said: "Hello. "Like it? Well. maybe it is. Ben ranged up alongside of him. ain't you!" No answer. Ben stared a momen t and then said: "Hi-YI! YOU'RE up a stump. Tom's mouth watered for the apple. now. ain't THAT work?" Tom resumed his whitewashing. Tom surveyed his last touch with the eye of an artist. Don't you wish you could? But of course you 'd druther WORK--wouldn't you? Course you would!" Tom contemplated the boy a bit. old chap. and said: "What do you call work?" "Why. Does a boy get a chance t o whitewash a fence every day?" That put the thing in a new light. Tom went on whitewashing--paid no attention to the steamboat. more and more absorbed. I don't see why I oughtn't to like it. Ben! I warn't noticing. Presently he said: "Say. "Stop the stabboard! Ting-a-ling-ling! Stop the labboard! Come ahead on the stab board! Stop her! Let your outside turn over slow! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow-ow-ow! Get out that head-line! LIVELY now! Come--out with your spring-line--what're you about there! Take a turn round that stump with the bight of it! Stand by that stage. now--let her go! Done with the engines. Ben stopped nibbling his apple. Ben. sir! Ting-a-ling-ling! SH'T! S'H'T! SH'T!" (trying the gauge-cocks). Yes. was about to consent. Tom swept his brush daintily back and forth--stepped back to note the effect--added a touch h ere and there--criticised the effect again--Ben watching every move and getting more and more interested. You see. it suits Tom Sawyer." "Say--I'm going in a-swimming. hey?" Tom wheeled suddenly and said: "Why. it's you." "Oh come. but he altered his mind: "No--no--I reckon it wouldn't hardly do."Let her go back on the labboard! Ting-a-lingling! Chow-ch-chow-chow!" The left hand began to describe circles. as before. Aunt Polly's awful partic ular about this fence--right here on the street. let ME whitewash a little. and maybe it ain't. I am. Tom. you got to work." Tom considered. and answered carelessly: "Well.

twelve marbles. Tom said to himself that it was not such a hollow world. good. dangled his legs. but alacrity in his heart." "Well. An d while the late steamer Big Missouri worked and sweated in the sun. I'll be just as careful. maybe two thousand. Jim wanted to do it. He had disco vered a great law of human action. I'd like to. munched his app le. a brass doorknob. who was sitting by an open window in a . Sid wanted to do it. if you was me. like the writer of t his book. Tom had traded the next chance to Billy Fi sher for a kite. He had besides the things before mentioned. Tom. CHAPTER III TOM presented himself before Aunt Polly. Only just a little--I'd let YOU. a couple of tadpoles. a spool cannon. while rolling ten-pins or climbing Mont Blanc is only amusement. hour after hour. and she wouldn't let Sid. because the privilege costs them considerable money. but she wouldn't let him. that would turn it into work and then they would resign. a glass stopper of a decanter. I'm afeard--" "I'll give you ALL of it!" Tom gave up the brush with reluctance in his face. and when he played out. Now lemme try. There was no lack of material. now--lemme just try. and then wended toward headquarters to report. There are wealthy gentlemen in England who drive four-horse p assenger-coaches twenty or thirty miles on a daily line. If he had been a great and wise philosopher. And when the middle of the afternoon came. that in order to make a man or a boy covet a thing. boys happened along every little while. a dog -collar--but no dog--the handle of a knife. six fire-crackers. in good repair. and a di lapidated old window sash. he would now have comprehended that Work consists of whatever a body i s OBLIGED to do. By the time Ben was fagged out. shucks. Say--I'll give you the core of my apple. after all. honest injun. He had had a nice. a key that wouldn't unlock anything. now don't. a tin soldier. four pieces of orange-peel. and that Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do. And this would help him to understand why constructing artificial flowers or pe rforming on a tread-mill is work. but remained to white wash. Now don't y ou see how I'm fixed? If you was to tackle this fence and anything was to happen to it--" "Oh. but if they were offered wages for the service. part of a jews-harp. and so on. Ben. it is only necessary to make the thing diffic ult to attain. Johnny Miller bought in for a dead rat and a string to swing it with--and so on. but Aunt Polly--well." "No--is that so? Oh come. a piece of blue bo ttle-glass to look through. it's got to be done very careful. Tom was literally rolling in wealth. without knowing it--namely. the retired artist sat on a barrel in the shade close by." "Ben. that can do it the way it's got to be done. here--No. in the summer. The boy mused awhile over the substantial change which had taken place in his wo rldly circumstances. and planned the slaughter of more innocents. idle time all the while--plenty of company --and the fence had three coats of whitewash on it! If he hadn't run out of whit ewash he would have bankrupted every boy in the village. from being a poor poverty-stric ken boy in the morning.l particular about this fence. a fragment of chalk. a kitten with only one eye. I reckon there ain't one boy in a thousand. they came to jeer.

but as a general thing he was too crowded for time to make use of it. aunt?" "What. and Tom was over the fence and gone." Aunt Polly placed small trust in such evidence. The fresh-crowned he . "But it's powerful seldom you're a mind to. go 'long and play. and saw Sid just starting up the outside stairway that led to the back rooms on the second floor. Then he skipped out. the odor of the flo wers. after which the armies fell into line and marched away. As he was passing by the house where Jeff Thatcher lived. I never! There's no getting round it. He said: "Mayn't I go and play now. and she would have been content to find twenty e. the restful quiet. T om's army won a great victory. her astonis "Well. aunt. borately coated and recoated. Her spectacl es were propped up on her gray head for safety. They raged around Sid like a hail-storm. according to previous appointment . Well. the terms of the next disagreement agreed u pon. where two "mil itary" companies of boys had met for conflict. I'm bound to say. Tom's statement tru whitewashed but ela ground. Tom was General of one of these armies. you can work when you're a mind to." "I ain't. The balmy summer air. Hi s soul was at peace. and Tom turned homeward alone. and hastened toward the public square of the village. There was a gate." And then she diluted the compliment by adding. and the day for the necessary battle appointed. and even a streak hment was almost unspeakable. along with an impr oving lecture upon the added value and flavor a treat took to itself when it cam e without sin through virtuous effort. he saw a new girl in t he garden--a lovely little blue-eyed creature with yellow hair plaited into two long-tails." She was so overcome by the splendor of his achievement that she took him into th e closet and selected a choice apple and delivered it to him. it IS all done. These two great commanders did not condescend to fight in person--th at being better suited to the still smaller fry--but sat together on an eminence and conducted the field operations by orders delivered through aides-de-camp. and before Aunt Po lly could collect her surprised faculties and sally to the rescue. And while she closed with a happy Scriptu ral flourish. combined. dining-room. Clods were handy and the air was full of them in a twinkling. and she was nodd ing over her knitting --for she had no company but the cat. Then the dea d were counted. white summer frock and embroidered pantalettes.pleasant rearward apartment. and came round into a muddy alley that led by the back of his aunt's cow-stable. When she found the entire fence whitewashed. now that he had settled with Sid for calling attention to h is black thread and getting him into trouble. a'ready? How much have you done?" "It's all done." "Tom. after a long and hard-fought battle. Tom. six or seven clods had taken personal effect. and the drowsing murmur of the bees had had their effect. Joe Harper (a bosom friend) General of the other. Tom skirted the block. don't lie to me--I can't bear it. and she wondered at seeing him place himself in her po wer again in this intrepid way. aunt. but mind you get ba ck some time in a week. She said: She went out per cent. of and not only added to the to see for herself. He presently got safely beyond the reach of capture and punishment. prisoners exchanged. and library. and it was asleep in her lap. he "hooked" a doughnut. or I'll tan you. which was bedroom. She had thought that of course T om had deserted long ago. breakfast-room.

She halted a moment on the steps and then moved toward the door." He took a good scolding about clodding Sid. but would sit perfectly still till she asked who did the mischief. "showing off. a nd not hypercritical." as bef ore. for she to ssed a pansy over the fence a moment before she disappeared. But his face lit up. finally his bare foot rested upon it. his pliant toes closed upon it . possibly. you don't whack Sid when he takes it. and began to "show of f" in all sorts of absurd boyish ways. He returned. she had confesse d hardly a week ago. The boy ran around and stopped within a foot or two of the flower. He worshipped this new angel with furtive eye. "Now it's coming!" And the nex the floor! The potent palm was uplifted to strike . meantime. Finally he strode home fell without firing a shot." He was so brimful en the old lady came back and ath from over her spectacles. Tom heaved a great sigh a s she put her foot on the threshold. and as he moved from side to side. A certain Amy Lawrence vanished out of his heart and left not even a memory of herself behind. and got his knuckles rapped for it. with his poor head full of visions. he glanced aside and saw that the little girl was wending her way toward the house. But onl y for a minute--only while he could button the flower inside his jacket. he had regarded his passion as adoration. All through supper his spirits were so high that his aunt wondered "what had got into the child. Presently he picked up a straw and began trying to balance it on his nose. and he hopped away with the treasure and disappeared round the corner. I n such ecstasies that he even controlled his tongue and was silent. and Sid. and behold it was only a poo r little evanescent partiality. Sid don't torment a body the way you do. t instant he was sprawling on again when Tom cried out: of exultation that he could hardly hold himself wh stood above the wreck discharging lightnings of wr He said to himself." "Well. and here in one instant of time she had gone out of his h eart like a casual stranger whose visit is done. He said: "Aunt. anyway. even when his aunt came in. he had been the happiest and the proudest boy in the world only seven short days. He said to h imself that he would not speak a word. then he pretended he did not know she was present. He tried to steal sugar under his aunt's ve ry nose. You'd be always into that sugar if I warn't watching you. He had thought he loved her to dis traction. though Tom comforted himself a little with the hope that she had been near some window. an d there would be nothing so good in the world as to see that pet model "catch it. grieving. reached for the sugar-bowl--a sort of glorying over Tom which was wellnigh unbearable." Presently she stepped into the kitchen. happy in his immunity. in order to win her admiration. for he was not much posted in anatomy. but the girl never exhibited herself again. and then he would tell. Tom was in ecstasies. he edged nearer and nearer toward the pansy. but by-and-by. He kept u p this grotesque foolishness for some time. and hung about the fence till nightfall. and then shad ed his eyes with his hand and began to look down street as if he had discovered something of interest going on in that direction. and d id not seem to mind it in the least. Tom came up to the fence and leaned on it. He had been months winning her. and been awar e of his attentions. while he was in the m idst of some dangerous gymnastic performances. till he saw that she had discover ed him. B ut Sid's fingers slipped and the bowl dropped and broke. and hoping she would tarry yet awhile longer. right away. now. next hi s heart--or next his stomach. with his head tilted far back. in his efforts.

disposing himself up on his back. He got it out. when his cousin Mary danced in. he looked up at it long. then he laid him down on the ground under it. so untimely cut down? . and he seated himself on its outer edge and contemplated the dreary vastness of the st ream. the while. You been into some other auda cious mischief when I wasn't around."Hold on. wishing. At last he rose up sighing and departed in the darkness. all alive with the joy of seeing home again after an age-long visit of one week to the country. and with emotion. He would hang out no signals. no friendly hand to wipe the death-damps from his brow. Then he thought of his flower. but he would turn his face to the wall. A log raft in the river invited him. you didn't get a lick amiss. And such a luxury to him was this petting of his sor rows. He wandered far from the accustomed haunts of boys. and oh! would she drop one litt le tear upon his poor. whose griefs were at an end. he was so like to choke. what 'er you belting ME for?--Sid broke it!" Aunt Polly paused. and Tom looked for healing pity. he woul d take notice of none. it was too sacred for such contact. a candle was casting a dull glow upon the curtain of a second-story window. with his curls all wet. dead. but she judged that this would be construed into a confession that she had been in the wrong. but he refused recognition of it. W as the sacred presence there? He climbed the fence. So she kept silence. and sought desolate places t hat were in harmony with his spirit. and how her tears would fall like rain. now. and so. and it mightily increa sed his dismal felicity. rumpled and wilted. that he could only be drowned. which overflowed when he winked. threaded his stealthy way th rough the plants. would she heave one little sigh to see a b right young life so rudely blighted. that he had to keep swallowing. He knew that a yearning glance fell upon him. and his sore heart at rest. And thus SHE would se e him when she looked out upon the glad morning. and his eyes sw am in a blur of water. He so worked upon his feelings with the pathos of these dreams. she only said: "Umf! Well. I reckon. that he could not bear to have any worldly cheeriness or any grating delig ht intrude upon it. till he stood under that window. and ran down and trickle d from the end of his nose. and die with that word unsai d. About half-past nine or ten o'clock he came along the deserted street to where t he Adored Unknown lived. and her lips pray G od to give her back her boy and she would never. Tom sulked in a corner and exalted his w oes. without undergoing the uncomfortable routine devised by nature. Ah. he paused a moment. How she would thr ow herself upon him. how would she feel then? And he pictured himself brought home from the ri ver. like enough. no sound fell upon his listening ea r. He pictured himsel f lying sick unto death and his aunt bending over him beseeching one little forg iving word. But when she got her tongue again. And thus he would die--out in the cold world. with his hands clasped upon his breast and holding his poor wilted flower. now and the n. no loving face to bend pityingly over him when the great agony came. all at once and unconsc iously. never abuse him any more! But h e would lie there cold and white and make no sign--a poor little sufferer. and discipline forbade that. through a film of tears. and he was moro sely gratified by the consciousness of it. with no shelter over his h omeless head." Then her conscience reproached her. and went a bout her affairs with a troubled heart. till he wore it threadbare. presently. He wondered if she would pity him if she knew? Would sh e cry. perplexed. and she yearned to say something kind and lo ving. and wish that she had a right to put her arms around his neck and comfort him? Or would she turn coldly away like all the hollow world? This picture brou ght such an agony of pleasurable suffering that he worked it over and over again in his mind and set it up in new and varied lights. He knew that in her heart his aunt was on her knees to him. lifeless form. he got up and moved in clouds and dar kness out at one door as she brought song and sunshine in at the other.

and went to work to "get his verses. blessed are the poor--a--a--" "In spirit--" "In spirit. was surveying his drenched garmen a tallow dip. CHAPTER IV THE sun rose upon a tranquil world. for theirs is the kingdom of heaven . weld ed together with a thin mortar of originality. and Sid made mental note of the omission. for his mind was traversing the whole field of human thought. as ts by the light of ng any "references r there was danger Tom. mingled with the murmur of a curse. Blessed are the poor in spirit. an d a deluge of water drenched the prone martyr's remains! The strangling hero sprang up with a relieving snort. Not long after. Blessed are they that mourn. There was a whiz as of a m issile in the air. Sid woke up. and beamed down upon the peaceful village li ke a benediction. and his hands were busy with distracting recreations. and from the summit of this she d elivered a grim chapter of the Mosaic Law. for they--they--" "Sh--" "For they--a--" "S. Then Tom girded up his loins. a maid-servant's discordant voice profaned the holy calm. Breakfast over. and he chose part of the Sermon on the Mount. all undressed for bed. A--" "For they S. but no more. because he co uld find no verses that were shorter. H. Ma ry took his book to hear him recite." Sid had learned his lesson days before. for they--they--" "THEIRS--" "For THEIRS. I don't know what it is!" "SHALL!" "Oh. and a small. Tom bent all his energies to the memori zing of five verses. as from Sinai. SHALL! for they shall--for they shall--a--a--shall mourn--a--a--blessed are .The window went up. blessed are the poor in spirit. Tom turned in without the added vexation of prayers. a sound as of shivering g lass followed. but if he had any dim idea of maki to allusions." he thought better of it and held his peace. fo in Tom's eye. At the end of half an hour Tom had a vague general idea of his lesson. Aunt Polly had family worship: it began with a prayer built from the ground up of solid courses of Scriptural quotations. and he tried to find his way through the fo g: "Blessed are the--a--a--" "Poor"-"Yes--poor. H--Oh. vague form went over the fence and shot away in the gloom. so to speak.

and then entered the kitchen and began to wipe his face diligently on the towel behind the door. gently. and was arranging to begin on the bureau. like a mask. All right. and the convulsion of delight that swept his system shook him to his foundations. There. you poor thick-headed thing. But Mary said. Tom. Mary. He hoped that Mary would forget his shoes. I'll give you something ever so nice. But Mary removed the towel and said: "Now ain't you ashamed. Mary?--what do you want to be so mean for?" "Oh. You know if I say it's nice. and he went outside the door and set the basin on a little bench there.] Then Mary got out a suit of his clothing that had been used only on Sundays during two years--the y were simply called his "other clothes"--and so by that we know the size of his wardrobe. without distinction of color. When he entered the kitchen presently. now. for the c lean territory stopped short at his chin and his jaws. below and be yond this line there was a dark expanse of unirrigated soil that spread downward in front and backward around his neck. it is nice. took in a big breath and began. and there was inconceivable grandeur in that--though where the Western boys ever got the i dea that such a weapon could possibly be counterfeited to its injury is an impos ing mystery and will always remain so." And he did "tackle it again"--and under the double pressure of curiosity and pro spective gain he did it with such spirit that he accomplished a shining success. The basin was refilled. poured out the water on the ground . with labor an d difficulty. Water won't hurt you. The girl "put him to rights" after he had dressed himself. and its short curls wrought into a dainty and symmetrical general effect. He lost his temper and said he was always being made to do everything he didn' t want to do. an honorable testimony of suds and water was dripping from his face. she button ed his neat roundabout up to his chin." Tom was a trifle disconcerted. Mary. that's a good boy. turned his vast shirt collar down over hi s shoulders. and his saturated hair was neatly brushed. and when she was done with him he was a man and a brother. you'll manage it-and if you do. Tom. and his own filled his life with bitterness. Tom--that's a good boy. Don't you be discouraged. Tom. But when he emerged from the towel. I'll tackle it again. the knife would not cut anything. then he dipped the soap in the w ater and laid it down. True. Tom contrived to scarify the cup board with it. persuasively: "Please. and this time he stood ov er it a little while. turned up his sleeves. Mary gave him a brand-new "Barlow" knife worth twelve and a half cents.they that shall--they that--a--they that shall mourn. Mary gave him a tin basin of water and a piece of soap." "All right! What is it. gathering resolution. and brought them out . tell me what it is. I wouldn't do that." "You bet you that's so. I'm not teasing you. perhaps. she coated them thoroughly with tallow. when he was called off to dress for Sunday-school. You mustn't be so bad. [He privately smoothed out the curls. but the hope was blighted. for there was a restraint about whole clothes and cleanliness that g alled him. brushed him off and crowned him with his speckled straw hat." "Never you mind. he was not yet satisfactory. Tom. Mary took him in hand. for they shall--a--shall WHAT? Why don't you tell me. He was fully as uncomfortable as he looked. with both eyes shut and groping for the towel with his hands. as was the custom. but it was a "sure-enough" Barlow. You must go and learn it again. He now looked exceedingly improved and uncomfortable. and plastered his hair close down to his head." . for he held curls t o be effeminate.

got a yaller ticket?" "Yes. When a Sunday-school superintendent makes his customary little sp eech. but the strain upon his mental faculties was too great. noisy. It is possible that Tom's mental stomach had never really hungered for one of those prizes. They were satisfactory. and he was little better than an idiot from that day forth--a grievous misfortune for the school. He once recited three thousand verses without stopping. and could be exchanged for it. and some small trifle or other for a couple of blue ones. and went on buying tickets of various colors ten or fifteen minutes longer. plain af fair. each with a passa ge of Scripture on it. now. and the property changed hands. stuck a pin in another boy. and was absorbed in his book when the boy turned around . He entered the church. At the door Tom dropped back a step and accosted a Sunday-dressed comrade: "Say. and the three children s et out for Sunday-school--a place that Tom hated with his whole heart. they wo rried through. the superintendent (as Tom expressed it) had always ma de this boy come out and "spread himself. and each got his reward--in small blue tickets. The church's high-backed. Mary was soon ready. not one of th em knew his verses perfectly. Billy. with a swarm of clean and noisy boys and girls. However. a grav e. presently." "Less see 'em. for ten yellow tickets the superintendent gave a ve ry plainly bound Bible (worth forty cents in those easy times) to the pupil. with a closed hymn-book in his hand and his forefinger inserted between its leaves. but Sid a nd Mary were fond of it. each blue ticket was pay for two verses of the recitation . interfered. Then Tom traded a couple of white alleys for three red tickets. and troublesome. th e successful pupil was so great and conspicuous for that day that on the spot ev ery scholar's heart was fired with a fresh ambition that often lasted a couple o f weeks. In due course the superintendent stood up in front of the pulpit. before company. the edifice was but a small. but had to be prompted all along. for on great o ccasions. and s o the delivery of one of these prizes was a rare and noteworthy circumstance." Only the older pupils managed to keep their tickets and stick to their tedious work long enough to get a Bible. even for a Dore Bible? And yet Mary had acquired two Bibles in this way--it was the patient work of two years--and a boy of German parentage had wo n four or five." "What'll you take for her?" "What'll you give?" "Piece of lickrish and a fish-hook. a hymn-book in the hand is as necessary as is the inevitable sheet of musi . When they came to recite their lessons. and the other alw ays remained too--for stronger reasons. and comman ded attention." Tom exhibited. He waylaid other boys as they came. Ten blue tickets equalled a red one. The teacher. ten red ti ckets equalled a yellow one. elderly man. in order to hear him say "Ouch!" and go t a new reprimand from his teacher. uncushioned pe ws would seat about three hundred persons. proceeded to his se at and started a quarrel with the first boy that came handy. with a sort of pine board tree-box on top of it for a steeple. Sabbath-school hours were from nine to half-past ten. but unquestionably his entire being had for many a day long ed for the glory and the eclat that came with it. How many of my readers would have the industry and application to memorize two thou sand verses. Tom's whole class were of a pattern--restles s. T wo of the children always remained for the sermon voluntarily. and then church service. then turned his back a moment and Tom pulled a boy's hair in the next bench.So he got into the shoes snarling.

and h e held sacred things and places in such reverence. portly. a fine. and a turning of the whole body when a side view was required. A good part of the whispering had been occasioned by an event which was more or less rare--the entrance of visitors: lawyer Thatcher. like sleigh-runners--an effect patiently and laboriously produced by the y oung men by sitting with their toes pressed against a wall for hours together. under the waves of happiness that were sweeping over i t now. and very sincere and honest at heart. and so separated them from wo rldly matters. and as soon as Mr.c in the hand of a singer who stands forward on the platform and sings a solo at a concert --though why. too--he could not meet Amy Lawrence's eye. children. middle-aged gentleman with iron-gray hair. too. making faces--in a word. Walters was very earnest of mien. He began after thi s fashion: "Now. washing even to the bases of isolated and incorruptible rocks like Sid and Mary. he wore a stiff standing-col lar whose upper edge almost reached his ears and whose sharp points curved forwa rd abreast the corners of his mouth--a fence that compelled a straight lookout a head. Walters' voice. The next moment he was "showing off" with all his might --cuffing boys. a nd had fringed ends. and were half afraid he might." And so forth and so on. and a dignified lady who was doubtless the latter's wife.] I want to tell you how good it makes me feel to see so man y bright. I see one li ttle girl who is looking out of the window--I am afraid she thinks I am out ther e somewhere--perhaps up in one of the trees making a speech to the little birds. using every art that seem ed likely to fascinate a girl and win her applause. It was of a pattern which does not vary. He was from Constantinople. But when he saw this small new-comer his soul was all ablaze with bliss in a mo ment. his boot toes were turned sharply up. twelve miles awa y--so he had travelled. The middle-aged man turned out to be a prodigious personage--no less a one than the county judge--altogeth er the most august creation these children had ever looked upon--and they wonder ed what kind of material he was made of--and they half wanted to hear him roar. Walters' s peech was finished. pulling hair. learning to do righ t and be good. It is not necessary to set down the rest of the oration. The lady was leading a chi ld. he introduced them to the school. and so it is familiar to us all. But now every sound ceased suddenly. that unconsciously to himself his Sunday-school voice had acquire d a peculiar intonation which was wholly absent on week-days. I want you all to sit up just as straight and pretty as you can and give me all your attention for a minute or two. clean little faces assembled in a place like this. and by fidgetings and whisperings tha t extended far and wide. in the fashion of the day. That is the way good little boys and girls should do. [Applausive titter. There --that is it. and seen the world--these very eyes had looked upon the . The visitors were given the highest seat of honor. he could not brook her loving gaze. M r. with the subsiden ce of Mr. Tom had been restless and full of chafings and repinings. accompanied by a very feeb le and aged man. His exaltation had but one a lloy--the memory of his humiliation in this angel's garden--and that record in s and was fast washing out. The latter third of the speech was marred by the resumption of fights and other recreations among certain of the bad boys. his chin wa s propped on a spreading cravat which was as broad and as long as a bank-note. is a mystery: for neither the hymn-book nor the sheet of music is ever referred to by the sufferer. with a sandy goatee and short sandy hair. conscience-smitten . and the conclusion of the speech was received with a b urst of silent gratitude. This superintendent was a slim creature of thi rty-five.

Say--look! he's a going to shake hands with him--he IS shaking hands with him! By jings. The young gentleme n teachers "showed off" with small scoldings and other little displays of author ity and fine attention to discipline--and most of the teachers. but it lacked somewhat of the true gush. These despised themselves." too. It would have been music to his soul to hear the whisperings: "Look at him. Walters was not expecting an application fro m this source for the next ten years. as being the dupes of a wily fr aud. lifting pretty warni ng fingers at bad little boys and patting good ones lovingly. Jim! He's a going up there. a guileful snake in the grass. The young lady teachers "showed off" --bending sweetly over pupils that were lately being boxed. now. and so profound was the sensation that it lifted the new hero up to the judicial one 's altitude. and they were good for their face. and she tried to make Tom see it in her face--b ut he wouldn't look. of both sexes. It was the most stunning surprise of the decade. and warmed himself in the sun of his own grand eur--for he was "showing off. by the pulpit. This was the great Judge Thatcher. and it was business that frequen tly had to be done over again two or three times (with much seeming vexation). The bo ys were all eaten up with envy--but those that suffered the bitterest pangs were those who perceived too late that they themselves had contributed to this hated splendor by trading tickets to Tom for the wealth he had amassed in selling whi tewashing privileges. brother of their own lawyer. without a doubt. next a di m suspicion came and went--came again. f ound business up at the library. for t he poor fellow's instinct taught him that there was a mystery here that could no t well bear the light. Walters' ecstasy complete. and the school had two marvels to gaze upon in place of one. giving orders. This wa s a thunderbolt out of a clear sky. perhaps. then she was just a grain troubled. to be familiar with the great man and be envied by the school. and ten blue ones. and demanded a Bible. and the great news was an nounced from headquarters. The prize was delivered to Tom with as much effusion as the superintendent could pump up under the circumstances. when hope was dead. nine red tickets. she watched. and the little boys "showed off" with such diligence that the air was thick with paper wads and the murmur of scufflings.county court-house--which was said to have a tin roof. a furtive glance told her wo . But there was no getting around it--here w ere the certified checks. Walters fell to "showing off. but none had enough --he had been around among the star pupils inquiring. And now at this moment. everywhere that he could find a target. it was simply preposterous that this boy had war ehoused two thousand sheaves of Scriptural wisdom on his premises--a dozen would strain his capacity. don't you wish you was Jeff?" Mr. delivering judgments. Several pupils had a few yellow tickets. discharging directions here. Amy Lawrence was proud and glad. He would have given worlds ." with all sorts of official bustlings and acti vities. and that was a chance to deliver a Bible-prize and exhibit a prodigy. And above it all the great man sat and beamed a majestic j udicial smile upon all the house. to have that German lad back again with a sound mind. Jeff Thatc her immediately went forward. She wondered. T he little girls "showed off" in various ways. Tom was therefore e levated to a place with the Judge and the other elect. The awe which these refle ctions inspired was attested by the impressive silence and the ranks of staring eyes. There was only one thing wanting to make Mr. The librarian "showed off"--running hit her and thither with his arms full of books and making a deal of the splutter an d fuss that insect authority delights in. there. Tom Sawyer came forward with nine ye llow tickets.

He blushed. Walters' heart sank within him. and pres ently the people began to gather for the morning sermon." said the lady." Tom still hung fire. "Now I know you'll tell me. and watched over me. some day. That's very well. and the tears ca me and she hated everybody. Now." "Thomas Sawyer--sir. not Tom--it is--" "Thomas. Tom was introduced to the Judge. Won't you tell us the names o f the first two that were appointed?" Tom was tugging at a button-hole and looking sheepish. and asked him what his name was. and you'll tell it to me. "The names of the first two disciple s were--" "DAVID AND GOLIAH!" Let us draw the curtain of charity over the rest of the scene. no dou bt you know the names of all the twelve disciples. but his tongue was tied. You mu stn't forget your manners." "That's it! That's a good boy. He said to himself. And you never can be sorry for t he trouble you took to learn them. It's all owing to the precious Sunday-school privileges of my boyhood--it's all owing to my dear teachers that taught me to learn--it's all owing to the good su perintendent. Tom most of all (she thought)." said Walters. it's what makes great men and good men. you'll be a great ma n and a good man yourself. his breath would hardl y come. that's it. and she was jealous. Thomas. no. who encouraged me. He would have liked to fall down and worship h im. now. The boy stammered. and gave me a beautiful Bi ble--a splendid elegant Bible--to keep and have it all for my own. but mainly because he was her parent. The Judge put his hand on Tom's head and called him a fine little man." "Ah. gasped. Fine boy. very great many. his heart quaked--partly because of the awful greatness of the man. if it were in the dark. Thomas--don't be afraid. maybe. "and say sir. and then you'll look back and say. manly little fellow." "Oh. won't you?" "Tell the gentleman your other name. Thomas. But you 've another one I daresay. Two thousand verses is a great many--very.rlds--and then her heart broke. Mr. a nd got it out: "Tom. And no w you wouldn't mind telling me and this lady some of the things you've learned-no. The Sunday-school child . and his eyes fell. and angry. CHAPTER V ABOUT half-past ten the cracked bell of the small church began to ring. I know you wouldn't--for we are proud of little boys that learn. it is not pos sible that the boy can answer the simplest question--why DID the Judge ask him? Yet he felt obliged to speak up and say: "Answer the gentleman. I thought there was more to it. Fine. for knowledge is worth more than anything the re is in the world. Thomas--and you would n't take any money for those two thousand verses--no indeed you wouldn't. always--it's all owing to right bringing up! That is what you will say.

next the belle of the village. the bent and venerable Major and Mrs. for the village itself. for Congress. where it bor e with strong emphasis upon the topmost word and then plunged down as if from a spring-board: Shall I be car-ri-ed toe the skies. now. the justice of the peace. TOO beautiful for this mortal distributed themselves about the house and occupied pews with their parents. and read it through with a relish. taking as heedful care of his mother as if she were cut glass. His voice began on a medium key and climbed steadily up till it reached a certain point. now. even in cities. for such as have the light and the good tidings. a circling wall of oiled and simpering admirers. but I think it was in some foreign country. the harder i t is to get rid of it. her hill mansion the only palace in the town . Often. and Tom and Sid and Mary sat wi th her--Tom being placed next the aisle. and last of all came the Model Boy. Mr. The congregation being fully assembled. he had been "thrown up to them" so much. law yer Riverson. and shak e their heads. the new notable from a distance. tossed by stormy seas. a generous . Aunt Polly came. and then a solemn hush fell upon the church which was onl y broken by the tittering and whispering of the choir in the gallery. in order that he might be as far away f rom the open window and the seductive outside summer scenes as possible. as much as to say. Petersburg could boast. Willie Mufferso n. Hi s white handkerchief was hanging out of his pocket behind. At church "sociables" he was always calle d upon to read poetry. the ladies would lift up their h ands and let them fall helplessly in their laps." After the hymn had been sung. and sail thro' BLOODY seas? He was regarded as a wonderful reader. The boys all hat ed him. and forty. and went into detai ls: it pleaded for the church. There was once a church choir that was not ill-bred. for the churches of the Unite d States. and was the pride of all the matrons. and read off "notices" of meetings and societies and things till it see med that the list would stretch out to the crack of doom--a queer custom which i s still kept up in America. in a peculiar style which was much admired in that part of the country. Sprague turned himself into a bulleti n-board. fo llowed by a troop of lawn-clad and ribbon-decked young heart-breakers. the less there is to justify a traditional custom. the widow Douglass. and I can scarcely remember anything about it. away here in this age of abundant ne wspapers. but I have forgotten where it was. good-hearted soul and well-to-do. f or poor sailors. The minister gave out the hymn. smart. And now the minister prayed. generous prayer it was. and "wall" their eyes. It was a great m any years ago. for the State officers. and he looked upon boys who had as snobs. and yet have not eyes to see nor ears to hear withal . for the President. The cro wd filed up the aisles: the aged and needy postmaster. till the last girl had run their gantlet. "Words cannot express it. the mayor and his wife--for they had a mayor there. who had seen better days. And besides. for the county. it is too beautiful. He always brou ght his mother to church. for the Sta te. Ward. among other unnecessaries. so as to be under supervision. Whilst others fight to win the prize. he was so good. for the United States. to warn la ggards and stragglers. and the most hospitable and much the most lavish in the matter of festivities that St. for the officers of the Government. The choir always tittered and whispered all through service. the Rev. the bell rang once more. then all the young clerks in town in a body--for they had stood in the vestibule sucking their cane-heads. A good. for the ot her churches of the village. for the oppressed millions groaning unde r the heel of European monarchies and Oriental despotisms. and the little children of the church. fair. and when he was through. Tom had no handkerchief. as usual on Sundays-accidentally. on flow'ry BEDS of ease.

if it was a tame lion. embracing its head with its arms. this time he was really interested for a little while. for the heathen in the far islands of the sea. He was restive all through it. but it was safe out of his reach. sig hing for change. and the clergyman's r egular route over it--and when a little trifle of new matter was interlarded. Amen. It was in a percussion-cap bo x. In the midst of the prayer a fly had lit on the back of the pew in front of him and tortured his spirit by calmly rubbing its hands togethe r. made another. smelt at it from a safe distance. The nei ghboring spectators shook with a gentle inward joy. and the instant t he "Amen" was out the fly was a prisoner of war. lazy with the summer softness and the quiet. As indeed it was. Tom eyed it. and they eyed it too. hi s ear detected it and his whole nature resented it. going through its whole toilet as tranquilly as if it knew it was perfectly safe. his face lit with the thought. unable to turn over. walked around it. and lit on its back once more. and little by little his chin descended and touched th e enemy. There was a rustling of dresses. Now he lapsed into suffering again. and the hurt finger went into the boy's mouth. grew weary at last. Tom counted the pages of the sermon. for as sorely as Tom's h ands itched to grab for it they did not dare--he believed his soul would be inst antly destroyed if he did such a thing while the prayer was going on. The minister made a grand and moving picture of the assembling together of the world's hosts at the millennium when the lion and the lamb should lie down together and a little chi ld should lead them. He su rveyed the prize. The minister gave out his text and droned along monotonously through an argument that was so prosy that many a head by and by began to nod --and yet it was an argument that dealt in limitless fire and brimstone and thin ned the predestined elect down to a company so small as to be hardly worth the s aving. But with t he closing sentence his hand began to curve and steal forward. and then indifferent and absent -minded. and the standing congregation sat down. He spied the beetle. The boy whose history this book relates did not enjoy the prayer. the lesson. and closed with a supplication that the words he was about to speak might find grace and favor. several faces went behind fa . a flirt of the poodle's head.. he kept tally of the det ails of the prayer. and scoundrelly. A natural filli p followed. It was a large black beetle with formidable jaws--a "pinchbug. The beetle lay there working its help less legs. an d continued his experiments. as the dry argument was resumed. an d the beetle fell a couple of yards away. There was a sharp yelp. Presently a vagrant poodle dog came idling along. the drooping tail lifted and wagged. the moral of the great spectacl e were lost upon the boy. then lifted his lip and made a gingerly snatch at it. the beetle went floundering into the aisle and lit on its back. and the slender thread of a neck was ex posed to view. sa d at heart. and took a closer smell. began to e njoy the diversion. His head nodded. and another. just missing it. unconsciously --for he was not listening. and be as seed sown in fertile ground. His aunt detected the act and m ade him let it go. but he knew the ground of old. he considered additions unfa ir. and polishing it so vigorously that it seem ed to almost part company with the body. yielding in time a grateful harvest of good. walked aro und it again. Presently h e bethought him of a treasure he had and got it out. subsided to his stomach with the beetle between his paws. he only endured it--i f he even did that much. How ever. But the pathos. and he said to himself that he wished he could be that child. scraping its wings with its hind legs and smoothing them to its b ody as if they had been coat-tails. weary of captivity. Other people uninterested in the sermon found relief in the be etle." he called it. and longed for it. grew bolder. who seized it. after church he always knew how many pages there had been. he only thought of the conspicuousness of the principa l character before the on-looking nations. but he seldom knew anything else about the discourse. The first thing the beetle did was to take him by the finger.

Suddenly he discovered something. This time he thought he could detect colicky symptoms. followed an ant around. No ailment was found. with his nose close to the floor. Then there was a wild yelp of agony a nd the poodle went sailing up the aisle. Tom lay thinking. and the voice of distress quickly thinned away and died in the distance. sighed. So the boy eagerly drew his sore toe from under the s heet and held it up for inspection. At last the frantic sufferer sheered from its course. then he could stay home from school. Here was a vague possibility. No result from Sid. and he investigated again. he crossed the house in front of the altar. But they soon grew feeble. he flung it out of the window. and seek further. too. it made the going into capt ivity and fetters again so much more odious. lighting with his fore-paws within an inch of t he creature. and jerking his h ead till his ears flapped again. and a craving for re venge. thinking to himself that there was some sat isfaction about divine service when there was a bit of variety in it. and fancied that he began to feel pain in the toe. after a while. One of his upper front teeth was loose. his aunt would pull it out. he clamored up the home-stretch. The discourse was resumed pr esently. and that would hurt. CHAPTER VI MONDAY morning found Tom Sawyer miserable. and Tom was entirely happy. But now he did not know the necessary sympto ms. He generally began that day with wishing he had had no intervening holiday. This was lucky. and so did the dog . Monday morning always found him so--b ecause it began another week's slow suffering in school. and sat down on it. tri ed to amuse himself with a fly but found no relief. he was willing that the dog should play with his pinchbug. as if the poor parson had said a rarely facetious thing. but it went lame and halting. and sprang into its master's lap. so he fell to groaning wit h considerable spirit. It was a genuine relief to the wh ole congregation when the ordeal was over and the benediction pronounced. So he though t he would hold the tooth in reserve for the present. However. Nothing offered for some little time. jumping at it from every point of a circle. when it occurred to him that if he came into court w ith that argument. The dog looked foolish. By this time the whole church was red-faced and suffocating with suppressed laug hter. yawned. Tom groaned louder. for even the gravest sentiments were constantly being received with a smothered burst of unholy mirth. So he went to the beetle and began a wary attack on it again." as he called it. He reflected fu rther. the yelps continued. He canvassed his s ystem. he c rossed before the doors. . under cover of some remote pew-back. as a "starter. till presently he was but a woolly comet moving in its orbit with the gleam and the speed of light. but there was resentment in his heart. and then he remembered hearing the doctor tell abo ut a certain thing that laid up a patient for two or three weeks and threatened to make him lose a finger. and pr obably felt so. and the sermon had come to a dead standstill. he flew down the other aisle. He had but one marring thought. making even closer snatches at it with his teeth. and he began to encourage them with considerable hope. but he did not think it was upright in him to carry it off. But Sid slept on unconscious.ns and handkerchiefs. forgo t the beetle entirely. and quickly wearied of that. it seemed well worth while to chance it. he was about to begin to groan. all possibility of impressiveness being a t an end. his anguish grew with his progress. and presently died wholly away. Tom Sawyer went home quite cheerful. Presently it occurred to him that he wished he was sick. But he grew tired once more.

Tom? I must call auntie. Tom. [Groan. nevertheless.] "Here." "But I must! DON'T groan so. come! Tom's dying!" "Dying!" "Yes'm. Sid." "Tom. and her lip trembled. you ain't dying. Tom moaned out: "Oh. Ouch! Oh. Tom?" And h e shook him and looked in his face anxiously. what is the matter?" "I forgive you everything. you give my windo w-sash and my cat with one eye to that new girl that's come to town. Sid. are you? Don't. maybe. When she reached the bedside she gaspe d out: "You. Don't joggle me. Sid sa id: "Tom! Say. Aunt Polly. and so his groans had gathered quite a genuine tone." "Why. He said. and tell he r--" But Sid had snatched his clothes and gone. Sid flew down-stairs and said: "Oh. Don't wait--come quick!" "Rubbage! I don't believe it!" But she fled up-stairs. what's the matter with you?" "Oh. and Tom began to groan again. Tom! TOM! What is the matter.] Everything you've ever done to me. don't stir so. He took a rest and then swelled himself up and fetched a succession of admirable groans. auntie. Sid yawned. Tom. you'll kill me. stretched. And her fa ce grew white. now. Tom went on groaning. it's awful." "No--never mind. Tom. Sid. why didn't you wake me sooner? Oh. Tom! Tom. then brought himself up on his elbow with a snort. with Sid and Mary at her heels. DON'T! It makes my flesh crawl to hear you. Tom!" [No response. Tom was suffering in reality. Don't call anybody. Maybe--" "I forgive everybody. [Groan. I'm--" . don't.] Tell 'em so. "Sid. Sid!" and shook him.Tom was panting with his exertions by this time. It'll be over by and by. And Sid. Tom--oh. Sid. so handsomely was his imagination working. Sid snored on. This course worked well. what's the matter. Tom was aggravated. Tom. Sid. too. and began to stare at Tom. How long you been this way?" "Hours. When I'm gone--" "Oh. don't.

in that he envied Huckleberry his gaudy outcast condition."What's the matter with you--what is the matter with you. what a turn you did give me. and it hurt so I never minded my tooth at all. Mary. but another boy said. because he was idle and lawless and vulgar and bad--and becaus e all their children admired him so. auntie. don't pull it out. t hen did both together. Now you shut up that nonsense and climb out o f this. his coat. Huckleberry was cordially hated and dreaded by all the mot hers of the town. and he said: "Aunt Polly. there. hung near ly to his heels and had the rearward buttons far down the back." The groans ceased and the pain vanished from the toe. and one that had cut his finger and had been a centre of fascination and homage up to this time. and you seem to try every way you can to break my old heart with your outrageousness. Tom. "Sour grapes!" and he wandered away a dismantl ed hero. now. but you're not going to die about that. get me a silk thr ead. As Tom wended to school after breakfas t. indeed! What's the matter with your tooth?" "One of them's loose. and shorn of his glory. The tooth hung dangling by the bedpost. and delighted in his forbidden society. This restored her and she said: "Tom. and it aches perfectly awful. it SEEMED mortified. and a chunk of fire out of the kitchen. Shortly Tom came upon the juvenile pariah of the village. please. and t hey were in perennial bloom and fluttering with rags. auntie. The old lady made one end of the silk th read fast to Tom's tooth with a loop and tied the other to the bedpost. Please don't. he was the envy of every boy he met because the gap in his upper row of teeth enabled him to expectorate in a new and admirable way. Tom was like the rest of the respectable boys . It don't hurt any more." Tom said: "Oh. I love you so. His hat was a vast ruin wi th a wide crescent lopped out of its brim. But all trials bring their compensations. Huckleberry was always dressed in the cast-off clothes of full-grown men. The boy felt a little fool ish. then cried a little. my sore toe's mortified!" The old lady sank down into a chair and laughed a little. the seat of the trousers bagged low and contained noth ." By this time the dental instruments were ready. don't you? So all this row was because you thought you'd get to stay home from school and go a-fishing? Tom. I don't want to stay home from school. when he wore one. So he played with him every time he got a chance. " "Your tooth. and was under stric t orders not to play with him. Huckleberry Finn." "There. you don't. child?" "Oh. don't begin that groaning again. He gathered quite a foll owing of lads interested in the exhibition. and he said with a disdain which he did not feel that it wasn't anything to spit like Tom Sawyer. and wished they dared to be like him. son of the town drunkard. I wish I may nev er stir if it does. Well--your tooth IS loose. now. His heart was heavy. now found himself s uddenly without an adherent. Then she seized the chunk of fire and suddenly thrust it almost into the boy's face. but one suspende r supported his trousers. auntie. Open your mouth. " "Oh.

and stay as long as it suited him. and Jeff told Johnny Baker. Huckleberry!" "Hello yourself. Leastways all but the nigger. he never had to wash." "I bet you don't. and Ben told a nigger. he was always the first boy that w ent barefoot in the spring and the last to resume leather in the fall." "Say--what is dead cats good for." "What did you give?" "I give a blue ticket and a bladder that I got at the slaughter-house. I don't know H IM. Huck?" "Good for? Cure warts with. he could go fishing or swimming wh en and where he chose. My. he told Jeff Thatcher. ev erything that goes to make life precious that boy had. Petersburg. he could swear wonderfully. and Johnny told Jim Hol lis. hampered." . But I never see a nigger that WOULDN'T lie." "Spunk-water! I wouldn't give a dern for spunk-water. nor put on clean clothes. spunk-water. the fringed legs dragged in the dirt when not rolled up. at his own free will. Shucks! Now you tell me how Bob Tanner done it." "Where'd you get the blue ticket?" "Bought it off'n Ben Rogers two weeks ago for a respectable boy in St. He slept on doorsteps in fine w eather and in empty hogsheads in wet. he's pretty stiff." "No! Is that so? I know something that's better. Tom hailed the romantic outcast: "Hello. What is it?" "Why. and see how you like it." "What's that you got?" "Dead cat." "Who told you so!" "Why. he did not have to go to school or to chur ch. wouldn't you? D'you ever try it?" "No. Huck. The re now!" "Well. he could sit up as late as he pleased. or call any being master or obey anybody. and Jim told Ben Rogers. what of it? They'll all lie. Huck. But Bob Tanner did." "You wouldn't. I hain't. Huckleberry came and went. Where'd you get him ?" "Bought him off'n a boy. and the nigger told me. nobody forbade him to fight." "Lemme see him. In a word. So thought every harassed .

and so that helps the b lood to draw the wart. and he's been nearly to Coonville and most everywheres. But say--how d o you cure 'em with dead cats?" "Why. you can only hear something like the wind. you take your cat and go and get in the graveyard 'long about midnight whe n somebody that was wicked has been buried. and when they're taking that feller away. though when you're burying it if you say 'Down bean." "Have you? What's your way?" "You take and split the bean. injun-meal shorts. swaller these warts. you can bet he didn't. but you can't see 'em. warts follow cat."Why." boy in this town. to the middle of the woods.' and then walk away quick. that's it. 'Devil f ollow corpse. I that I've always got considerable many warts. come no more to bother me!' it's better. where you know there's a spunk-water stump. or maybe hear 'em talk. bean's good. and just as it's midnight you back up against the stump and jam your hand in and say: 'Barley-corn. I'm done with ye!' That'll fet ch ANY wart. That's the way Joe Har per does. trying to fetch the other piece to it." "With his face to the stump?" "Yes. becuz he's the wartiest e wouldn't have a wart on him if he'd knowed how to work off thousands of warts off of my hands that way. You see that piece that's got the blood on it will keep dra wing and drawing. Least I reckon so. you heave your cat after 'em and say. You got to go all by yourself. I've done that. sir. Spunk-water." "No. I've took play with frogs so much I take 'em off with a b . with your eyes shut. he took and dipped his hand in a rotten stump where the rain-water was. and then turn aroun d three times and walk home without speaking to anybody. and pretty soon off she comes. and then you put the blood on one piece of the bean and take and dig a hole and bury it 'bout midnight at the crossroads in the dark of the moon." "Aha! Talk about trying to cure warts with spunk-water such a blame fool way as that! Why. Sometimes ean. I don't know. barley-corn. cat follow devil." "Yes. or maybe two or three. and when it's midnight a devil will come. Huck--that's it. and h spunk-water. but that ain't the way Bob Tanner done. Huck. that sounds like a good way. spunk-water. off wart. and cut the wart so as to get some blood." "Yes. that ain't a-going to do any good." "In the daytime?" "Certainly." "Well. eleven steps. Because if you speak th e charm's busted." "Did he say anything?" "I don't reckon he did. and then you burn up t he rest of the bean.

I reckon they'll come after old Hoss Williams to-night. Devils don't slosh around much of a Sunday. how you talk! How could their charms work till midnight?--and THEN it's Su nday. D'you ever try it. but I'll meo w this time. I don't reckon." "All right." "Oh. Huck?" "No. I KNOW she is. anyway. Becuz they say she's a witch. I couldn't meow that night." "Afeard! 'Tain't likely. anybody can run a tick down that don't belong to them. That's so. and if she hadn't dodged." "But they buried him Saturday."Sounds right. Becuz when they mumble they're saying the Lord's Prayer backards. Say--what's that?" "Nothing but a tick. that's awful. if you get a chance." ." "I never thought of that. they're a-witching you. becuz auntie was watching me." "Where'd you get him?" "Out in the woods. He com e along one day. Hucky. She witched pap." "Sho. and he see she was a-witching him. Tom. so he took up a rock. Lemme go with you?" "Of course--if you ain't afeard. easy. Last time. It's a good enough tick for me." "Why. and broke his arm." "Well. when you going to try the cat?" "To-night. then. Pap says when they keep looking at you right stiddy. I reckon it's so. Pap says so his own self. Well. It's the first one I've seen this year. pap can tell." "Well. Will you meow?" "Yes--and you meow back. you kep' me a-meowing a round till old Hays went to throwing rocks at me and says 'Dern that cat!' and so I hove a brick through his window--but don't you tell. why don't you? Becuz you know mighty well you can't. I could have a thousand of 'em if I wanted to. there's ticks a plenty. but old Mother Hopkins told me. that very night he rolled off'n a shed wher' he was a layin drunk." "What'll you take for him?" "I don't know. I reckon. Specially if they mumble. This is a pretty ear ly tick. I'm satisfied with i t. How did he know she was a-witching him?" "Lord." "Say. Didn't they get him Saturday night?" "Why. It's a mighty small tick." "Say! Why. he'd a got her. I don't want to sell him." "I won't.

Then the order followed: "Now. and by that form was THE ONLY VACANT PLACE on the girls' side of the schoolhouse. "it's a trade. Huck--I'll give you my tooth for him. "Sir!" "Come up here." "Less see it. and the boys separated. he strode in briskly. and he stared helplessly. He i nstantly said: "I STOPPED TO TALK WITH HUCKLEBERRY FINN!" The master's pulse stood still. Now. He hung his hat on a pe g and flung himself into his seat with business-like alacrity. At last he said: "Is it genuwyne?" Tom lifted his lip and showed the vacancy. it meant trouble. why are you late again. when he saw two long tails of yellow hair hanging down a back that he recognized by the electric sympathy of love." The titter that rippled around the room appeared to abash the boy." There was no mistaking the words. "Thomas Sawyer!" Tom knew that when his name was pronounced in full. The temptation was very strong." Tom enclosed the tick in the percussion-cap box that had lately been the pinchbu g's prison. "Thomas Sawyer. "Well. When Tom reached the little isolated frame schoolhouse."Say. all right. this is the most astounding confession I have ever listened to. Huckleberry viewed it wist fully. Nudges and winks and whispers traversed the room. lulled by the drows y hum of study. wit . sir. but Tom sat still." Tom got out a bit of paper and carefully unrolled it. No mere ferule will answer for this offence. Take off your jacket. The pupils wondered if this foolhardy boy had lost his mind. The buzz of study ceas ed. go and sit with the girls! And let this be a warning to you." The master's arm performed until it was tired and the stock of switches notably diminished." said Huckleberry. each feeling wealthier than before. sir. as usual?" Tom was about to take refuge in a lie. The master said : "You--you did what?" "Stopped to talk with Huckleberry Finn. was dozing. wi th the manner of one who had come with all honest speed. but in realit y that result was caused rather more by his worshipful awe of his unknown idol a nd the dread pleasure that lay in his high good fortune. thron ed on high in his great splint-bottom arm-chair. He sat down upon the en d of the pine bench and the girl hitched herself away from him with a toss of he r head. The master. The interruption roused him.

"Please take it--I got more. Tom scrawled on his slate." "Oh. By and by attention ceased from him. will y ou?" "Yes. The boy worked on. hiding the words from the girl. The girl said: "It's ever so nice--I wish I could draw. Tom said: "Oh. She observed it. and seemed to study his book." The girl glanc ed at the words. He could h ave stepped over the house." The artist erected a man in the front yard. Then she let it remain. "made a mouth" at him and gave him the back of her head f or the space of a minute. Presently the boy began to steal furtive glances at the girl. and the accustomed school murmur rose upon the dull air once more. I'm Tom when I'm good. She begged to see. She thrust it away. low desk before him. then whispered: "It's nice--make a man. will you? When?" "At noon. Do you go home to dinner?" "I'll stay if you will. What's your name?" "Becky Thatcher. but the boy did not betray that he was aware of it.h his arms upon the long. that resembled a derrick." Now Tom began to scrawl something on the slate. she was satisfie d with the monster. apparently unconscious. But she was not backward this time. Tom patiently returned it to its place. it ain't anything. hiding his work with his left hand. but the girl was not hypercritical." ." "Good--that's a whack. I know. When she cautiously faced around again." Tom drew an hour-glass with a full moon and straw limbs to it and armed the spre ading fingers with a portentous fan. For a time the girl refused to notice. What's yours? Oh. She thrust it away again. You call me Tom. a peach lay be fore her. Then the girl's interest began to fasten itself upon the work and she forgot everything else." "That's the name they lick me by." "It's easy. It's Thomas Sawyer. but with less animosity. Tom gently put it back." Tom partly uncovered a dismal caricature of a house with two gable ends to it an d a corkscrew of smoke issuing from the chimney. At l ast she gave in and hesitatingly whispered: "Let me see it. Now the boy began to draw something on the sl ate. but her human curiosity presently began to manifest itself by hardly perceptible signs. "I'll learn you. she gazed a moment. When it was finis hed. The girl made a sort of nonco mmittal attempt to see." "Yes it is. and whispered: "It's a beautiful man--now make me coming along. but made no sign." whispered Tom.

Tom's heart ached to be free. then in the geography class and turned lakes into mountains." "Oh."No it ain't. till chaos was come again. Cardiff Hill lifted its soft green si des through a shimmering veil of heat. This bosom friend was Joe Harper. fateful grip closing on his ear. The two boys were sworn friends all the week. He released th e tick and put him on the long flat desk. In turn he took his place in the reading class and made a botch of it. Soon Tom said tha . and rivers into continents." And she put her small hand upon his and a little scuffle ensued. Now let me. a few birds floated on lazy wing high in the air. The creature probably glowed with a gr atitude that amounted to prayer. and they were asleep. tinted with the purple of distance." "You'll tell. indeed I do. but reddened and looked p leased. Tom's bosom friend sat next him. till he brought up at the foot and yielded up the pewter medal which he had wo rn with ostentation for months. But although Tom's ear tingled. Joe took a pin out of his lapel and began to assist in exercising the prisoner. suffering just as Tom had been. but it was premature: for when he started thankfully to travel off. and finally moved away t o his throne without saying a word. he gave it up. you bad thing!" And she hit his hand a smart rap. YOU don't want to see!" "Now that you treat me so." by a succession of mere baby words . I won't ever tell ANYbody. but the turmoil w ithin him was too great. It was the sleepiest of sleepy days. and embatt led enemies on Saturdays. You don't want to see. In that vise he was borne across the house and deposit ed in his own seat. and now he was deeply and gratefully interested in this entertainment in an instant. mou ntains into rivers. the more his ideas wandered . his heart wa s jubilant." "Oh. Then furtively the percussion-cap box came out. no other living thing was visible b ut some cows. then in the spelling class. and got "turned down. It seemed to him that the n oon recess would never come. nevertheless. There was not a breath st irring. under a peppering fire of giggles from the whole school. though he did not know it. The sport grew in interest momently. I WILL see." "Yes I do." "No I won't--deed and deed and double deed won't. and a steady lifting impulse. The n the master stood over him during a few awful moments. His hand wandered into hi s pocket and his face lit up with a glow of gratitude that was prayer. CHAPTER VII THE harder Tom tried to fasten his mind on his book. Just at this juncture the boy felt a slow. too. with a sigh and a yawn. as long as you live?" "No. or else to hav e something of interest to do to pass the dreary time. The drowsing murmur of the five and twenty studying scholars soothed the soul like the spell that is in the murmur of bees." "You won't tell anybody at all? Ever. The air was utterly dead. Away off in the flaming sunshine. at this moment. As the school quieted down Tom made an honest effort to study. Please let me. Tom turned him aside with a pin and ma de him take a new direction. Tom pretending to resist in earnest but letting his han d slip by degrees till these words were revealed: "I LOVE YOU. So at last.

At last To m could stand it no longer. and Tom's fingers would be twitchin g to begin. you're to leave him a lone as long as I can keep him from crossing over. The temptation was too strong." "Look here. I 'll go the other way and come it over 'em the same way. and got as exc ited and as anxious as the boys themselves. Joe harassed him awhile." So the one went off with one group of scholars. The tick tried this. and when you get to the corner . and the other course. so to speak. go ahead. I ain't going to stir him much. Joe's pin would deftly head him off. though. or die!" A tremendous whack came down on Tom's shoulders. the other would look on with interest as strong. give the rest of 'em the slip." "I only just want to stir him up a little. and you sha'n't tou ch him. At last luck seemed to settle and abide with Joe. and when they reached the s .t they were interfering with each other. you let him alone. and the other with another. He's my tick and I'll do what I blame pleas e with him. and for the space of two minutes the dust continued to fly from the two jackets and the whole school to enjoy it. Joe was angry in a moment. and the two souls dead to all things else. whose is that tick?" "I don't care whose tick he is--he's on my side of the line. I tell you. Said he: "Tom. Joe Harper." "I won't!" "You shall--he's on my side of the line. and neither getting the fullest benefit of the tick." said he. This change of base occurre d often. it ain't fair. you just let him alone. I'll just bet I will. start him up. He had contemplated a good part of the performa nce before he contributed his bit of variety to it. So he reached out and lent a hand with his pin. and then he got away and crossed back again. but if you let him get away and get on my side. So he put Joe's slate on the desk and drew a line down the middle of it from top to bottom. presently. and whispered in her e ar: "Put on your bonnet and let on you're going home. While one boy was worrying the tick with absorbing interest. Joe. Tom flew to Becky Thatcher. The boys had been too absorbed to notice the hush that had stolen upon the school awhile before when the master came tiptoeing do wn the room and stood over them. that." "All right." "Blame it. When school broke up at noon. sir. "as long as he is on your side you can stir him up and I'll let him alone." "Let him alone." "Well." "No. and turn down through the lane and come back." The tick escaped from Tom. but time and again just as he would have victory in his very grasp. In a little while the two met at the bottom of the lane. the two heads bowed together over the sla te. "Now. and keep possession. and its duplicate on Joe's. and crossed the equator.

" "No. Do you remember what I wrot e on the slate?" "Ye--yes. you know. What I like is chewing-gum. everybody that's in love with each other." "I been to the circus three or four times--lots of times. Tom was swimming in bliss. but you must give it back t o me. and dangled their legs against the bench in excess of contentment. and s o created another surprising house. Ben Rogers says. and my pa's going to take me again some time." "No. I do. if I'm good. I don't know. and Tom gave Becky the pencil and held her hand in his. so they chewed it turn about. I should say so! I wish I had some now. guiding it. was you ever engaged?" "What's that?" "Why." "Do you? I've got some. You only just tell a boy you won't ever have anybody but him." "Oh. with a slate before them. Anybody can d o it. all spotted up. But I mean dead ones." "Oh. they always do that." "Yes. is to--well. the two fell to talking. Becky. Say." "Kiss? What do you kiss for?" "Why. When the interest in art began to wane." "Would you like to?" "I reckon so." . are you! That will be nice. He said: "Do you love rats?" "No! I hate them!" "Well. Church ain't shucks to a circus. I'll let you chew it awhile.chool they had it all to themselves. too--LIVE ones. And they get slathers of money--most a dollar a day. and then you kiss and that's all. "Yes. to swing round your head with a string. Then they sat together. "Was you ever at a circus?" said Tom. yes. ever ever ever." "Everybody?" "Why. anyway." That was agreeable. I'm going to be a c lown in a circus when I grow up. There's things going on at a circus all the time. engaged to be married. What is it like?" "Like? Why it ain't like anything. I don't care for rats much. that's so. They're so lovely. that.

all glowing with the st ruggle." "Shall I tell YOU?" "Ye--yes--but some other time." He turned his face away. you ain't ever to lo ve anybody but me." "Oh. I'll whisper it ever so easy. with her little white apron to he r face. Tom! Then I ain't the first you've ever been engaged to!" . "Oh. and then I will. you know. because that's the way you do when you' re engaged. And always after this. That's PART of it. and took refuge in a corner at last. Please." "Oh." "No. Becky. Becky. Will you?" "No. it's ever so gay! Why. Don't you be afraid of that-it ain't anything at all. Becky. Becky--I'll whisper it." And he tugged at her apron and the han ds."What was it?" "I sha'n't tell you. her face. you're to walk with me. with Tom a fter her. no. Tom took silence for consent." "No. Becky." "It's so nice. and passed his arm about her wai st and whispered the tale ever so softly. Of course. and I'll never marry anybody but you-and you ain't to ever marry anybody but me. it's all done--all over but the kiss. now. But you mustn't ever tell anybody--WILL you. when there ain't anybody looking--and yo u choose me and I choose you at parties. indeed. I'll never love anybody but you. for a while. not now--to-morrow. Tom? Now you won't." "Certainly. with his mouth close to her ear. Tom. NOW. Tom kissed the red lips and said: "Now it's all done. and you ain't ever to marry anybody but me. Tom clasped her about her neck and pleaded: "Now. Now. indeed I won't. and then said: "You turn your face away so you can't see. And always coming to school or when we 're going home. And t hen he added: "Now you whisper it to me--just the same." Becky hesitating. "I--love--you!" Then she sprang away and ran around and around the desks and benches. ever never and fo rever. She bent timidly around till her breath stirred his cur ls and whispered." She resisted. came up and submitted. I never heard of it before. WILL you?" "No. and let her hands drop. By and by she gave up. Please. me and Amy Lawrence--" The big eyes told Tom his blunder and he stopped. confused. either.

It was a hard struggle with him to make new advances. and then fell into a moody jog. and by this time the scholars began to gather again. Tom!" She listened intently. hoping she would repent and come to find him. don't cry. for a while. restless and uneasy. not kn owing exactly how to proceed. Becky. and went on crying. Then he began to feel badly and fear that he was in the wrong. Then she called: "Tom! Come back. Tom--you know you do. you do. dreary. Then Tom marched out of the house and over the hills and far away. glancing at the d oor. "Becky. with her fa ce to the wall. won't you say something?" More sobs. Half an hour later he was disappearing behind the Dougl as mansion on the summit of Cardiff Hill. Tom said: "Oh. He stood about. Then his pride was up. he was not in sight. He sat long with his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. but he nerved himself to it an d entered. and he more than half e . She was still standing back there in the corner. won't you take it?" She struck it to the floor. aching afternoon. She had no companions but silenc e and loneliness. It seemed to him that life was but a trouble. to return to school no more that day. Becky. Then he said hesitatingly: "Becky. Tom's heart smote him. she flew around to the play-yar d. There was not even a zephyr stirring.The child began to cry. Tom tried again. and she had to hide her griefs and stil l her broken heart and take up the cross of a long." Tom tried to put his arm about her neck. The boy's soul wa s steeped in melancholy. sobbing. and sat down on a mossy spot under a spreading oak. nature lay in a trance that was broken by no sound bu t the occasional far-off hammering of a woodpecker. now. the dead noonday heat had even still ed the songs of the birds. She ran to the door. because of a prevailing juvenile superstition that to cros s water baffled pursuit." No reply--but sobs. but there was no answer. I--I don't care for anybody but you. every now and then. "Becky"--pleadingly. and he strode away and w ent outside. meditating . a brass knob from the top of an andiron. He entered a dense wood. He went to her and stood a moment. he was not there. but she pushed him away and turned her face to the wall. and pas sed it around her so that she could see it. with soothing words in hi s mouth. wi th none among the strangers about her to exchange sorrows with. picked his pathless way to the centre of it. But she d id not. So she sat down to cry again and upbraid herself. and this seemed to render th e pervading silence and sense of loneliness the more profound. He crossed a small "branch " two or three times. at best." "Yes. and said: "Please. CHAPTER VIII TOM dodged hither and thither through lanes until he was well out of the track o f returning scholars. Presently Becky began to su spect. I don't care for her any more. and the schoolhouse was hardly disting uishable away off in the valley behind him. his feelings were in happy accord with his surroundings . and was repulsed again. Tom got out his chiefest jewel.

Now as to this girl. He would be a pirate! That was it ! NOW his future lay plain before him. black-hulled racer. the Spirit of the Storm. No. meantime. his career was determined. with the wind whispering through th e trees and caressing the grass and the flowers over the grave. with the skull and crossbones on it. He soon struck wood that sounded hollow. and been treated like a dog--like a very dog. his great jack-b oots. now. What had he done? Nothing. in his long. he thought. and then opened the place with the in cantation he had just used. with a bloodcurdling warwhoop. which he and all his comrades had al ways looked upon as infallible. and away in the f uture come back a great chief. What if he turned his back. The truth was. and glowing with unimaginable splendor. he would join the Indians. his belt bristling with horse-pistols. and be done with it all. low. He had meant the best in the world. his crime-rusted cutlass at his side. H ow his name would fill the world. when they intruded themselves upon a spirit th at was exalted into the vague august realm of the romantic. bristling with feathers. his slouch hat with waving plumes. his black flag unfurled. if he could only die TEMPORARILY! But the elastic heart of youth cannot be compressed into one constrained shape l ong at a time. He put his hand there and uttered this incanta tion impressively: "What hasn't come here. and nothing to b other and grieve about. come! What's here. with his grisly flag flying at the fore! And at the zenith of his fame. He would collect his resources together. it must be very peaceful. Tom's astonishment was boundless! He scratched his head with a perplexed air. so lately released. and left it alone a fortnight. hideous with paint. and return after long years. For frivolity and jokes an d spotted tights were an offense. into unknown countries beyond the seas-and never came back any more! How would she feel then! The idea of being a clow n recurred to him now. it was settled. and said: "Well. If you buried a marble with certain necessary in cantations. in his black velvet doublet and trunks. t hat a superstition of his had failed. and hunt buffaloes and go on the warpath in the m ountain ranges and the trackless great plains of the Far West. He went to a rotten log near at hand and began to dig under one end of it with his Barlow knife. you would find that all the marbles you had ever los t had gathered themselves together there. here. In it lay a marble. to lie and slumber and dream forever and ever. that beats anything!" Then he tossed the marble away pettishly.nvied Jimmy Hodges. he would be a so ldier. "It's Tom Sawyer the Pirate!--the Black Avenger of the Spanish Main!" Yes. some drowsy summer morning. only to fill him with disgust. and make people shudder! How gloriously he wou ld go plowing the dancing seas. br own and weather-beaten. He took it up and dis closed a shapely little treasure-house whose bottom and sides were of shingles. No--better sti ll. But n o. and disappeared mysteriously? What if he went away--ever so far away. Tom presently began to drift insensibly back into the concerns of this life again. how he would suddenly appear at the old village and stalk into church. all war-worn and illustrious. stay here!" Then he scraped away the dirt. ever any more. his crimson sash. and stood cogitating. and prance into Sunday-school. and exposed a pine shingle. He would run away from home and enter upon it. and hear with swelling ecstasy the whisper ings. Therefore he must now begin to get ready. If he only had a clean Sunday-school reco rd he could be willing to go. and sear the eyeballs of all his companions with unappeasable envy. She would be sorry some day--maybe when it was too late . Ah. no matter how widely they ha . there was something gaudier even than this. He would start the very next morning.

this thing had actually and unquestionably failed. Tom flung off his jacket and trousers. doodle-bug. himself. dumped their other traps on the ground. Now he went back to his treasure-house and carefully placed h imself just as he had been standing when he tossed the marble away. "He dasn't tell! So it WAS a witch that done it." He well knew the futility of trying to contend against witches." from memory. disclosing a rude bow and arrow. te ll me what I want to know!" The sand began to work. indeed! I am Robin Hood. and finally d ecided that some witch had interfered and broken the charm. But now. Have at thee!" They took their lath swords. and went there and looked.d been separated. To m's whole structure of faith was shaken to its foundations. a lath sword and a tin trumpet. and then began to tiptoe and look warily out. so he gave up di scouraged. blew an answering blast. "Who art thou that dares to hold such language?" "I. He said cautiously--to an imaginary company: "Hold. The last repetition was successfu l. my merry men! Keep hid till I blow. go find your brother!" He watched where it stopped. as thy caitiff carcase soon shall know. so he tried twice more." "Then art thou indeed that famous outlaw? Right gladly will I dispute with thee the passes of the merry wood." Now appeared Joe Harper. and presently a small black bug appeared for a second an d then darted under again in a fright. He puzzled over the matter some time. barelegged. Just here the blast of a toy tin trumpet came faintly down the green aisles of t he forest. saying: "Brother. struck a fe . turned a suspender into a belt . with fluttering shirt. The two marbles lay within a foot of each other. tell me what I want to know! Doodle-bug. Tom called : "Hold! Who comes here into Sherwood Forest without my pass?" "Guy of Guisborne wants no man's pass. raked away some brush behind the rotten log. doodle-bug. It did not occur to him that he had tried it several times before. But it occurred to him that he might as well have the marble he had j ust thrown away." said Tom. He laid himself down and put his mouth close to this depression and called-"Doodle-bug. He thought he would satisfy himself on that point. I just knowed it. so he searched around till he found a small sandy spot with a little funnel-shaped depression in it. and therefore he went and made a patient search for it. But he could not find it. prompting--for they talked "by the book. He presently halted under a great e lm. But it must have fallen short or gone too far. this way and that. and in a moment had seized these things and boun ded away. Who art thou that--that--" "Dares to hold such language. then he took another marble from his pocket and tossed it in the same way. but could never find the hiding-places afterward. as airily clad and elaborately armed as Tom. He had many a time h eard of this thing succeeding but never of its failing before.

CHAPTER IX AT half-past nine. there bury poor Robin Hood under the green wood tree. but he did not hear it. that night. in spite of himself. When it seemed to him that it must be nearly daylight. go it lively!" So they "went it lively. Next the ghastly ticking o f a deathwatch in the wall at the bed's head made Tom shudder--it meant that som ebody's days were numbered. but he was afraid he might wake Sid. 'Then with one back-handed stroke he slew poor Guy of Guisborne. At last he was satisfied that time had ceased and eternity begun. say. Tom and Sid were sent to bed. hid their accoutrements. They said their prayers. so Joe turned. as usual. T he book says. dragged him sadly forth. "Now. and was answered by a fainter howl from a remoter distance." This was satisfactory. if you've got the hang." Then he shot the arrow and fell back and would have died. in restless i mpatience. Everything was dismally still. Old beams began to crack mysteri ously. He would have tossed and fidgeted. little. or I'll be the Sheriff of Nottingham and you be Robin Hood a l ittle while and kill me. The ticking of the clock began to bring itself into notice. that ain't the way it is in the book." "Well. and was allowed by the treacherous nun to bleed his strength away through his neglected wound. received the whack a nd fell. out of the stillness. and so these adventures were carried out." There was no getting around the authorities. and Sid was soon asleep. it ain't in the book. The boys dressed themselves. and stared u p into the dark. By and by. and went off grieving that there were no outlaws any more. And now the tiresome chirping of a cricket that no human ingenuity could locate. it's blamed mean--that's all. "you got to let me kill YOU." "Why. So he lay still." "Why. but he lit on a nettle and sprang up too gaily for a corpse. A measured. representing a whole tribe of weeping outlaws. And at last Joe. "Where this arrow falls. "two up and two down. you can be Friar Tuck or Much the miller's son. That's fair." said Joe. he began to doze. as his ner ves demanded. They said they would rather be ou tlaws a year in Sherwood Forest than President of the United States forever. By and by Tom sh outed: "Fall! fall! Why don't you fall?" "I sha'n't! Why don't you fall yourself? You're getting the worst of it. And . the clock chimed eleven. The stairs creaked faintly. I can't fall." Presently Tom said: "Now. gave his bow into his feeble hands. and wondering what modern civilization could cl aim to have done to compensate for their loss.' You're to turn around and let me hit you in the back. Tom lay awake and waited. Evidently spirits were abroad." panting and perspiring with the work. began.ncing attitude. Joe. Tom was in an agon y. a nd Tom said. Then the howl of a far-off dog rose on the night air ." "Well. mu ffled snore issued from Aunt Polly's chamber. that ain't anything. Then Tom became Robin Hood again. I can't do that. scarcely perceptible noises began to emphasize themselves. he heard the c lock strike ten! This was despair. foot to foot. and began a grave. and lam me with a quarter-staff. getting up. careful combat.

then there came, mingling with his half-formed dreams, a most melancholy caterw auling. The raising of a neighboring window disturbed him. A cry of "Scat! you d evil!" and the crash of an empty bottle against the back of his aunt's woodshed brought him wide awake, and a single minute later he was dressed and out of the window and creeping along the roof of the "ell" on all fours. He "meow'd" with c aution once or twice, as he went; then jumped to the roof of the woodshed and th ence to the ground. Huckleberry Finn was there, with his dead cat. The boys move d off and disappeared in the gloom. At the end of half an hour they were wading through the tall grass of the graveyard. It was a graveyard of the old-fashioned Western kind. It was on a hill, about a mile and a half from the village. It had a crazy board fence around it, which le aned inward in places, and outward the rest of the time, but stood upright nowhe re. Grass and weeds grew rank over the whole cemetery. All the old graves were s unken in, there was not a tombstone on the place; round-topped, worm-eaten board s staggered over the graves, leaning for support and finding none. "Sacred to th e memory of" So-and-So had been painted on them once, but it could no longer hav e been read, on the most of them, now, even if there had been light. A faint wind moaned through the trees, and Tom feared it might be the spirits of the dead, complaining at being disturbed. The boys talked little, and only unde r their breath, for the time and the place and the pervading solemnity and silen ce oppressed their spirits. They found the sharp new heap they were seeking, and ensconced themselves within the protection of three great elms that grew in a b unch within a few feet of the grave. Then they waited in silence for what seemed a long time. The hooting of a distan t owl was all the sound that troubled the dead stillness. Tom's reflections grew oppressive. He must force some talk. So he said in a whisper: "Hucky, do you believe the dead people like it for us to be here?" Huckleberry whispered: "I wisht I knowed. It's awful solemn like, AIN'T it?" "I bet it is." There was a considerable pause, while the boys canvassed this matter inwardly. T hen Tom whispered: "Say, Hucky--do you reckon Hoss Williams hears us talking?" "O' course he does. Least his sperrit does." Tom, after a pause: "I wish I'd said Mister Williams. But I never meant any harm. Everybody calls hi m Hoss." "A body can't be too partic'lar how they talk 'bout these-yer dead people, Tom." This was a damper, and conversation died again. Presently Tom seized his comrade's arm and said: "Sh!" "What is it, Tom?" And the two clung together with beating hearts.

"Sh! There 'tis again! Didn't you hear it?" "I--" "There! Now you hear it." "Lord, Tom, they're coming! They're coming, sure. What'll we do?" "I dono. Think they'll see us?" "Oh, Tom, they can see in the dark, same as cats. I wisht I hadn't come." "Oh, don't be afeard. I don't believe they'll bother us. We ain't doing any harm . If we keep perfectly still, maybe they won't notice us at all." "I'll try to, Tom, but, Lord, I'm all of a shiver." "Listen!" The boys bent their heads together and scarcely breathed. A muffled sound of voi ces floated up from the far end of the graveyard. "Look! See there!" whispered Tom. "What is it?" "It's devil-fire. Oh, Tom, this is awful." Some vague figures approached through the gloom, swinging an old-fashioned tin l antern that freckled the ground with innumerable little spangles of light. Prese ntly Huckleberry whispered with a shudder: "It's the devils sure enough. Three of 'em! Lordy, Tom, we're goners! Can you pray?" "I'll try, but don't you be afeard. They ain't going to hurt us. 'Now I lay me d own to sleep, I--'" "Sh!" "What is it, Huck?" "They're HUMANS! One of 'em is, anyway. One of 'em's old Muff Potter's voice." "No--'tain't so, is it?" "I bet I know it. Don't you stir nor budge. He ain't sharp enough to notice us. Drunk, the same as usual, likely--blamed old rip!" "All right, I'll keep still. Now they're stuck. Can't find it. Here they come ag ain. Now they're hot. Cold again. Hot again. Red hot! They're p'inted right, this time. Say, Huck, I know another o' them voices; it's Injun Joe." "That's so--that murderin' half-breed! I'd druther they was devils a dern sight. What kin they be up to?" The whisper died wholly out, now, for the three men had reached the grave and st ood within a few feet of the boys' hiding-place.

"Here it is," said the third voice; and the owner of it held the lantern up and revealed the face of young Doctor Robinson. Potter and Injun Joe were carrying a handbarrow with a els on it. They cast down their load and began to open the lantern at the head of the grave and came and sat t one of the elm trees. He was so close the boys could rope and a couple of shov the grave. The doctor put down with his back agains have touched him.

"Hurry, men!" he said, in a low voice; "the moon might come out at any moment." They growled a response and went on digging. For some time there was no noise bu t the grating sound of the spades discharging their freight of mould and gravel. It was very monotonous. Finally a spade struck upon the coffin with a dull wood y accent, and within another minute or two the men had hoisted it out on the gro und. They pried off the lid with their shovels, got out the body and dumped it r udely on the ground. The moon drifted from behind the clouds and exposed the pal lid face. The barrow was got ready and the corpse placed on it, covered with a b lanket, and bound to its place with the rope. Potter took out a large spring-kni fe and cut off the dangling end of the rope and then said: "Now the cussed thing's ready, Sawbones, and you'll just out with another five, or here she stays." "That's the talk!" said Injun Joe. "Look here, what does this mean?" said the doctor. "You required your pay in adv ance, and I've paid you." "Yes, and you done more than that," said Injun Joe, approaching the doctor, who was now standing. "Five years ago you drove me away from your father's kitchen o ne night, when I come to ask for something to eat, and you said I warn't there f or any good; and when I swore I'd get even with you if it took a hundred years, your father had me jailed for a vagrant. Did you think I'd forget? The Injun blo od ain't in me for nothing. And now I've GOT you, and you got to SETTLE, you kno w!" He was threatening the doctor, with his fist in his face, by this time. The doct or struck out suddenly and stretched the ruffian on the ground. Potter dropped h is knife, and exclaimed: "Here, now, don't you hit my pard!" and the next moment he had grappled with the doctor and the two were struggling with might and main, trampling the grass and tearing the ground with their heels. Injun Joe sprang to his feet, his eyes fla ming with passion, snatched up Potter's knife, and went creeping, catlike and st ooping, round and round about the combatants, seeking an opportunity. All at onc e the doctor flung himself free, seized the heavy headboard of Williams' grave and felled Potter to the earth with it--and in the same instant the half-b reed saw his chance and drove the knife to the hilt in the young man's breast. H e reeled and fell partly upon Potter, flooding him with his blood, and in the sa me moment the clouds blotted out the dreadful spectacle and the two frightened b oys went speeding away in the dark. Presently, when the moon emerged again, Injun Joe was standing over the two form s, contemplating them. The doctor murmured inarticulately, gave a long gasp or t wo and was still. The half-breed muttered: "THAT score is settled--damn you." Then he robbed the body. After which he put the fatal knife in Potter's open rig

now. The half-breed stood l ooking after him. and then around h im. Joe. and I won't go bac k on you. you two was scuffling. His hand cl osed upon the knife. Joe. " Potter started on a trot that quickly increased to a run. can't recollect anythin g of it. "Lord. that's enough of that. It was all on account of the whiskey and the excitement. I wish I may die this minute if I did. Don't you remember? You WON'T tell . too. WILL you. and don't leave any tracks behind you. old feller--did I do it? Joe. But it's in my head yet--worse'n when we started here. all reeling and staggering like. too. and clasped his appealing hands. "Come. I alwa ys liked you. the lidless c offin. and the open grave were under no inspection but the moon's. and let it fall. He muttered: "If he's as much stunned with the lick and fuddled with the rum as he had the lo ok of being. pushing the body from him. without moving. Joe--HONEST. and then up you come. you're an angel. he won't think of the knife till he's gone so far he'll be afraid t o come back after it to such a place by himself --chicken-heart!" Two or three minutes later the murdered man. Joe?" he said." said Joe. I'll bless you for this the longest day I live. glanced at it. Then he sat up. Joe?" And the poor creature dropped on his knees before the stolid m urderer. now. "What did you do it for?" "I! I never done it!" "Look here! That kind of talk won't wash. You be of f yonder way and I'll go this." "Oh. now. and gazed at it. and then Potter began to stir and moan. They'll all say that. I reckon. . the blanketed corpse. His eyes met Joe's." "Oh. "I thought I'd got sober. The stillness was complete again. it's awful--and him so young and promising. and snatched th e knife and jammed it into him. and he fetched you one with the headboard and you f ell flat. Oh. Muff Potter." And Potter began to cry. but never with weepons." Potter trembled and grew white. as dead as a wedge til now. now. with a shudde r. don't tell! Say you won't tell. I didn't know what I was a-doing. There. I'm all in a muddle. hardly." "Why. Joe--that's a good feller. and stood up for you. and sat down on the dismantled coffin. J oe. how is this. I never meant hand. I'd no business to drink to-night. just as he fetched you another awful clip--and h ere you've laid. Tell me how it was. "No. Tell me. that's as fair as a man can say. Joe. I never used a weepon in my life before. I've fought. This ain't any time for blubbering. Joe. I neve r meant to--'pon my soul and honor. you've always been fair and square with me. Three --four--five minutes passed. Move. Joe. he raised it. confusedly. "It's a dirty business.

How can he tell?" "What's the reason he don't know it?" "Because he'd just got that whack when Injun Joe done it. let Muff Potter do it. They gl anced backward over their shoulders from time to time." Tom thought a while. and the boys fixed their eyes o n the goal of their hopes and bent to their work to win it. Tom said: . He had liquor in him. "I can't stand it much longer. speechless with horror. I could see that. toward the village. as if the y feared they might be followed. when pap's full. Huck. D'you reckon he could see anything? D'you reckon he knowed anything?" "By hokey. I dono. you might take and belt him over the head wi th a church and you couldn't phase him." After another reflective silence. the barking of the aroused watch-d ogs seemed to give wings to their feet." "If anybody tells. in short catches between breaths. that's so. he always has. and made them catch their breath. But if a man was dead sober. and as they sped by some outlying cottages that lay near the village. and at last. what do you reckon'll come of this?" "If Doctor Robinson dies. Tom!" "And besides. Every stump that started up in their path seeme d a man and an enemy. he'd kill us some time or other. "If we can only get to the old tannery before we break down!" whispered Tom." Huckleberry's hard pantings were his only reply." Tom said nothing--went on thinking." "Do you though?" "Why. I reckon maybe that whack might fetch him. just as dead sure as we're a laying here . By and by their pulses slowed down. then he said: "Who'll tell? We?" "What are you talking about? S'pose something happened and Injun Joe DIDN'T hang ? Why. Muff Potter don't know it. Well. He's generally dr unk enough. I reckon hanging'll come of it. Presently he whispered: "Huck." "That's just what I was thinking to myself. and besides. of course. look-a-here--maybe that whack done for HIM!" "No. Tom. 'taint likely. if he's fool enough.CHAPTER X THE two boys flew on and on. Tom. apprehensively. They gained steadily on it. and Tom whispered: "Huckleberry. He says so. breast to breast. his own self. So it's the sa me with Muff Potter. they burst through the open door and fell grateful and exhausted in the sheltering shadows beyond. I KNOW it.

[See next page. were in keeping with it. using the ball of his little finger for a pen."Hucky. That's what it is. got the moon on his work." So Tom unwound the thread from one of his needles. look-a-here. cuz THEY go back on you anyway. It might have verdigrease on it. and the sub limity of his language. Now. the hou r. You know that. you sure you can keep mum?" "Tom. Would you just hold hands and swear that we--" "Oh no. after many squeezes. took a little fragment of "red kee l" out of his pocket." "What's verdigrease?" "It's p'ison. that wouldn't do for this. That's good enough for little rubbishy common things--specially with gals. A figure crept stealthily through a break in the other end of the ruined buildin . and each boy pricked the ball of his thumb and squeezed out a drop of blood. And blood. we GOT to keep mum. That Injun devil wouldn't make any more of drownding us than a couple of cats. A pin's brass. emphasizing each slow down-stroke by clamping his tongue between his teeth. and blab if they g et in a huff--but there orter be writing 'bout a big thing like this." Tom's whole being applauded this idea. and dark. but Tom said: "Hold on! Don't do that." Huckleberry was filled with admiration of Tom's facility in writing. Tom. You just swaller some of it once --you'll see." "I'm agreed. He picked up a clean pine shingle that lay in the moonlight. and the oath was complete. He at once took a pin from his lapel and was going to pr ick his flesh. T hen he showed Huckleberry how to make an H and an F. the circumstances. if we was to squeak 'bout this and they didn't hang him. They buried the shingle close to the wall. and the fetters that bound their tongues were considered to be locked a nd the key thrown away.] "Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer swears they will keep mum about This and They wish They may Drop down dead in Their Tracks if They ever Tell and Rot. less take and swear to one another--that 's what we got to do--swear to keep mum. In time. with some dismal ceremonies and incan tations. and letting up the pressure on the up-strokes. and painfully scrawled these lin es. It's the best thing. It was deep. To m managed to sign his initials. and awful. the surroundings.

of course. Quick!" "No. 'longside o' what I am. my! that ain't no Bull Harbison!" whispered Huckleberry. lordy. Tom. "does this keep us from EVER telling --ALWAYS?" "Of course it does. that's good--I tell you. he must mean us both--we're right together. "Which of us does he mean?" gasped Huckleberry. I'm thankful!" whispered Tom." "Oh. Presently a dog set up a long. quaking with fear. we got to keep mu m.g. IT S A STRAY DOG!" "Quick. Tom. YOU. you'r e just old pie. I wouldn't." "Dad fetch it! This comes of playing hookey and doing everything a feller's told NOT to do. now. Huck. Huck!" "Please. The boys clasped each othe r suddenly. The boys' hearts sank once more. I'd a bet anythin g it was a STRAY dog. I wisht I only had half your chance. His whisper was h ardly audible when he said: "Oh. yielded." . "YOU bad!" and Huckleberry began to snuffle too. But if ever I get off this time. "Oh. There 'tis again!" "Oh. I lay I'll jus t WALLER in Sunday-schools!" And Tom began to snuffle a little." They continued to whisper for some little time. Tom!" "I can't--I can't DO it. Tom. Tom. I reckon we're goners. We'd drop down dead--don't YOU know that?" "Yes. and put his eye to the crack. " * [* If Mr. I been so wicked. It's Bull Harbison. if I'd a tried --but no. I might a been good. Oh." whispered Huckleberry. I reckon that's so. l ugubrious howl just outside--within ten feet of them. I was most scared to death. "I dono--peep through the crack. It don't make any difference WHAT happens. but they did not notice it. "DO. quick! Who does he mean?" "Huck. Tom would have spoken of him as "Ha rbison's Bull. "Tom. LORDY. like Sid. in an agony of fright. Tom Sawyer. Tom!" Tom."] "Oh." but a son or a dog of that name was "Bull Harbison. Harbison owned a slave named Bull. lordy. lordy. "Consound it." The dog howled again. "I know his voice. I reckon there ain't no mistake 'bout where I'L L go to.

by jingoes! Did he before?" "Yes. They tipto ed out. do you das't to go if I lead?" "I don't like to. "Hucky. "Sh! What's that?" he whispered. Pap used to sleep there. That's what the niggers say. So they went tiptoeing stealthily down. with joy in his heart. And what's more. That long. Huck. She's a goner. and FACING Potter. anyway. with his nose pointing heavenward. He undressed with excessive caution. and fell asleep congra tulating himself that nobody knew of his escapade. 'bout midnight. writhed a little. like a fool. and their hopes too. "Sounds like--like hogs grunting. It was Muff Potter. NO W who can he mean?" The howling stopped. too. Oh." "Well. s'pose it's Injun Joe!" Tom quailed. Huck?" "I bleeve it's down at 'tother end. much. this is bully. she's getting better. Tom pricked up his ears." "That IS it! Where 'bouts is it. and a whippoorwill come in and lit on the b anisters and sung. The boys' hearts had stood still. look! He's got his BACK to us!" Hucky looked. But I. Sounds so. he just lifts things when HE snores. Tom stepped on a stick. through the broken weather-boarding. just as dead sure as Muff Potter's a goner. "Say. When Tom crept in at his bedroom window the nig ht was almost spent. cogitating.Tom choked off and whispered: "Look. Didn't Gracie Miller fall in the ki tchen fire and burn herself terrible the very next Saturday?" "Yes. I reckon he ain't ever coming back to this town any more. and stopped at a little distance to exchange a parting word. you wait and see. and his face cam e into the moonlight. an d it broke with a sharp snap. the one behind the other. Hucky. Tom. but their fears passed away now. but she ain't DEAD. he did. you know. and they know all about these kind of thin gs. Tom--they say a stray dog come howling around Johnny Miller's house. when the man moved. Besides. And suppose there ain't. in a breath. He was not aware that the gen . lugubrious howl rose on the night air again ! They turned and saw the strange dog standing within a few feet of where Potter was lying. "Well. 'long with the hogs. When they had got to within five steps of the snorer." The spirit of adventure rose in the boys' souls once more. But presently the temptation rose up strong again and the boys agre ed to try." "All right. never thought. and there ain't anybody dead there yet . I know that. sometimes. No--it's somebody snoring. as much as two weeks ago. but laws bless you. geeminy. he has. "Oh. Tom. The man moaned. it's HIM!" exclaimed both boys. with the understanding that they would take to their heels if the sno ring stopped. the very same evening." Then they separated.

tly-snoring Sid was awake. It w as his brass andiron knob! This final feather broke the camel's back. A long. Horsemen had departed down all the roads in every di rection. It seemed to him an age since he was there before. feeling sore and drowsy. There was a late look in the light. CHAPTER XI CLOSE upon the hour of noon the whole village was suddenly electrified with the ghastly news. as usual? The thought filled him with bodings. and his eyes met Huckleberry's. and that Potter had at once sneaked off--suspi cious circumstances. Within five minutes he was dressed and down-stairs. but it was up-hill work. His elbow wa s pressing against some hard substance. He left the presence too miserable to even feel revengeful toward Sid. with little less than teleg raphic speed. Why had he not been called--perse cuted till he was up. not because he would not a thousand times rather go anyw here else. A gory knife had been found close to the murdered man. His aunt wept over him and as ked him how he could go and break her old heart so. When Tom awoke. and Tom almost brightened in the hope t hat he was going to be flogged. with the air of one whose heart was busy with heavier woes and wholly dead to trifles. It was in a paper. He sat down and tried to seem gay. This was worse than a thousand whippings. especially the washing which was not a habit with Potter. Then both looked elsewhe . feeling that he had won but an imperfect forgiveness and established but a feeble confid ence. he pleaded for forgiveness. from house to house. Of course the schoolmaster gave holiday for that afternoon. the tale flew from m an to man. He was startled. Tom's heartbreak vanished and he joined the procession. there was a silence and an air of solemnity that s truck a chill to the culprit's heart. After breakfast his aunt took him aside. from group to group. but it was not so. and took up this object with a sigh. After a long time he slowly and sadly ch anged his position. Somebody pinc hed his arm. and the Sheriff "was confident" that he would be captured before night. but because an awful. Then he betook himself to his seat. no response. p romised to reform over and over again. He turned. and then received his dismissal. and finally told him to go o n. it roused no smile. and so th e latter's prompt retreat through the back gate was unnecessary. but there were averted eyes. He cried. The family wer e still at table. and his heart broke. I t was also said that the town had been ransacked for this "murderer" (the public are not slow in the matter of sifting evidence and arriving at a verdict). colossal sigh followed. and Tom's heart was sorer now than his body. he wormed his small body through the crowd and saw the di smal spectacle. but that he could not be found. Sid was dressed and gone. lingering. And it was said tha t a belated citizen had come upon Potter washing himself in the "branch" about o ne or two o'clock in the morning. No need of the as yet undreamed-of telegraph. for it wa s no use for her to try any more. Arrived at the dreadful place. rested his elbow s on his desk and his jaws in his hands. There was no voice of rebuke. and had been so for an hour. but they had finished breakfast. and stared at the wall with the stony s tare of suffering that has reached the limit and can no further go. for playing ho okey the day before. the to wn would have thought strangely of him if he had not. along with Joe Harper. a late sense in the atmosphere. All the town was drifting toward the graveyard. and took his flogging. unaccountable fascination drew him on. and ruin himself and bring her gray hairs with sorrow to the grave. He u nrolled it. and he lapsed into silence an d let his heart sink down to the depths. He moped to sch ool gloomy and sad. and it had been recognize d by somebody as belonging to Muff Potter--so the story ran.

The poor fellow's face was haggard. "I couldn't help it--I couldn't help it. they expecting every moment that the clear sky would deliver God's lightnings upon his head. "It was a judgment. and heard the stony-hearted lia r reel off his serene statement." Then Huckleberry and Tom stood dumb and staring. you promised me you'd never--" "Is that your knife?" and it was thrust before him by the Sheriff. and he put his face in his hands and burst into tears. "Why didn't you leave? What did you want to come here for?" somebody said. "Tell 'em. then waved his nerveless hand with a vanquished gesture and said. Then he said: "Something told me 't if I didn't come back and get--" He shuddered. "I didn't do it. "I wanted to run away. But everybody was talking. Potter would have fallen if they had not caught him and eased him to the ground. "Poor fellow!" "Poor young fellow!" "This ought to be a lesson to grave robbers! " "Muff Potter'll hang for this if they catch him!" This was the drift of remark . And when he had finished and still stood alive and whole. but I couldn't seem to come anywhere but here. and intent upon the grisly spectacle before them. for his eye fell upon the stolid face of Inj un Joe. and the Sheriff came through." And he fell to sobbing at once. he shook as with a palsy. and exclaimed: "Oh. "Infernal impudence!" said a bystander. and his eyes showed the f ear that was upon him. and voices shouted. "'pon my word and honor I never done it. for plainly this miscreant had sold himself to Sata n and it would be fatal to meddle with the property of such a power as that. friends. tell 'em--it ain't any use any more. He saw Injun Joe." Now Tom shivered from head to heel. His hand is here. "Muff Potter!" "Hallo. and wondering to see how long the stroke was delayed. he's turning! Don't let him get away!" People in the branches of the trees over Tom's head said he wasn't trying to get away--he only looked doubtful and perplexed." The crowd fell apart. and wondered if anybody had noticed anything in their mutual glance. "wanted to come and take a quiet look at his work." Potter moaned. Injun Joe. and the minister said. "It's him! it's him! he's coming himself!" "Who? Who?" from twenty voices. now. This shot seemed to carry home. he's stopped!--Look out. When he stood before the murdered man." he sobbed. ostentatiously leading Potter by the arm. Joe. At this moment the crowd began to sway and struggle. th eir wavering impulse to break their oath and save the poor betrayed prisoner's l ife faded and vanished away. I reckon--didn't expect any company." "Who's accused you?" shouted a voice. . Potter lifted his face and looked around him wit h a pathetic hopelessness in his eyes.

If Sid really managed to make anything o ut of Tom's disjointed mutterings. a little! the right rked: helped to raise the body of the murdered man and put it in a wagon for and it was whispered through the shuddering crowd that the wound bled The boys thought that this happy circumstance would turn suspicion in direction.Injun Joe repeated his statement. for more than one villager rema "It was within three feet of Muff Potter when it done it. Somet imes I dream it's me that done it. Tom's distress of mind wore off gradually and the to othache grew irksome and was discarded. and after that he complaine d of toothache for a week. 'Don't tor ment me so--I'll tell!' Tell WHAT? What is it you'll tell?" Everything was swimming before Tom. Sid seemed satisfied." Tom blanched and dropped his eyes. And you said." said Aunt Polly. too." Mary said she had been affected much the same way. during this time of sorrow. when opportunity should offer. Tom watched his opportunity and we . but they were disappointed. but luckily the concern passed out of Aunt Polly's face and she came to T om's relief without knowing it. "What you got on your mind. you pitch around and talk in your sleep so much that you keep me awake hal f the time. and the boys. and thus keeping his trouble present to his mind. and frequently slipped the bandage free and then leane d on his elbow listening a good while at a time. but said nothing. Tom got out of the presence as quick as he plausibly could. I dream about it most every night myself. There is no telling what might have happened . just as calmly. 'It's blood. that's what it is!' You said that over and over. They inwardly resolved to watch him nights. were confirmed in their belief that Joe had sold himself to the devil. "And you do talk such stuff. under oath. Sid noticed that Tom never was coroner at one of these inquiries. and they could not take their fascinated eyes from his face. now. the most balefully interesting object they had ever looke d upon. He never knew that Sid lay nightly watching. he kept it to himself. "Last night you said. a few minutes afterward on the inquest. he noticed. and tied up his jaws every night. Sid marvelled. "It's a bad sign. Injun Joe removal. gravely. Nothing 't I know of. even inquests went out of vogue at la st. She said: "Sho! It's that dreadful murder. Every day or two." But the boy's hand shook so that he spilled his coffee. and ceased to torture Tom's conscience. and afterward slipped the banda ge back to its place again. to them. and always avoided them when he could. that Tom never acted as a w itness--and that was strange. and Sid did not overlook the fact that Tom even sh owed a marked aversion to these inquests. It seemed to Tom that his schoolmates never would get done holding inquests on d ead cats." Tom's fearful secret and gnawing conscience disturbed his sleep for as much as a week after this. However." Sid said. Tom?" "Nothing. seeing that the lightnings were still withhe ld. and at breakfast one morning Sid said: "Tom. in th e hope of getting a glimpse of his dread master. though it had been his habit to ta ke the lead in all new enterprises. He wa s now become. it's blood.

He began to find himself h anging around her father's house. nor even in piracy. and how to get up. and no guards were afforded f or it. indeed. but on anybody else that came handy. Now she heard of Pain-killer for the first time. This phase filled the ol d lady's heart with consternation. The villagers had a strong desire to tar-and-feather Injun Joe and ride him on a rail. The jail was a trifling little brick den that stood in a marsh at the edge of the village." but failed. for she was never aili ng. it was seldom occupied. nights. then she rolled him up in a wet sheet and put him away under blankets till she sweated his soul clean and "the yellow stains o f it came through his pores"--as Tom said. metaphorically speaking. She was il l. then she scrubbed him down with a towel li ke a file. and feeling very miserable. and what to eat. She gathered together her quac k periodicals and her quack medicines. . and his bat. and so she was an easy victim. shower baths. She was as simple-hearted and honest as the day was long. there was nothing but dreariness left. and tried to "whistle her down the wind. She was an invet erate experimenter in these things. and Tom's low condition was a windfall to her. not on herself. and how to go to bed. She had him out at daylight every morning. Becky That cher had stopped coming to school. All the "rot" they contained about v entilation. His aunt was concerned. sitz baths. the boy grew more and more melancholy and pale and dejected. stood him up in the woodshed and dro wned him with a deluge of cold water. This indifference must be broken up at any co st. now. and thus armed with death. that it had found a new and weighty matter to interest itself about. She was one of those people who are infatuated with patent medicines and all new-fangled methods of producing health or mending it. and she never ob served that her health-journals of the current month customarily upset everythin g they had recommended the month before. but so formidable was his character that nobody could be found who was willing to take the lead in the matter. with "hell following after. therefore it was deemed wisest n ot to try the case in the courts at present. without confessing the grave-robbery that preceded it. She calculated his capacity as she would a jug's. there was no jo y in them any more. The charm of life was gone. and plunges. Yet notwithstanding all this." But she never suspected that she was not an angel of hea ling and the balm of Gilead in disguise. and what sort of clothing to wear. and the solemn ignorance they wer e inflated with was breath to her nostrils. CHAPTER XII ONE of the reasons why Tom's mind had drifted away from its secret troubles was. Tom had become indifferent to persecution by this time. and how much exercise to take. was all gospel to her. He put his hoop away. went about on her pale horse. so it was dropped. She began to try all manner of remed ies on him. She began to assist the water with a slim oatmeal diet and blister-plasters. She was a subscriber for all the "Health" periodicals and phrenological frauds. These offerings greatly helped to ease To m's conscience. What if she should die! There was distraction in the thought. She added hot baths. to the suffering neighbors. When something fresh in this line came out s he was in a fever. for body-snatching. He had been careful to begin both of his inquest-statements with the fight. The water treatment was new. to try it. Tom had struggled with his pride a few days. an d filled him up every day with quack cure-alls. He no longer to ok an interest in war. The boy r emained as dismal as a hearse. and what frame of mind to keep one's sel f in. and what t o drink. and so brought him to. right away. She ordered a lot at once.nt to the little grated jail-window and smuggled such small comforts through to the "murderer" as he could get hold of.

The old lady stood petrified with astonishment. and making general havoc. Peter. "Yes'm. with his head over his shoulder and his voice proclaim ing his unappeasable happiness. What did make him act so?" "Deed I don't know. So he thought over various plans for rel ief. and finally hit pon that of professing to be fond of Pain-killer. her soul at peace again. He asked for it so often that he became a nuisance." Peter was sure. Peter sprang a couple of yards in the air. "Why. Aunt Polly. in a frenzy of enjoyment. She gave Tom a teaspoonful and watched with the deepest anxiety for the result. but it did not occu r to her that the boy was mending the health of a crack in the sitting-room floo r with it. Tom sai d: "Don't ask for it unless you want it. aunt. I never see anything like it. So Tom pried his mouth open and poured down the Pain-killer . Her troubles were instantly at rest. peering over her glasses. The boy could not have shown a wilder.She tasted it and was filled with gratitude. if she had built a fire under him. "Now you've asked for it. she watched the bottle cla ndestinely. Aunt Polly entered in time to see him t hrow a few double summersets." "They do. cats always act so when they're having a good ti me." But Peter signified that he did want it. "Tom. "You better make sure. Tom lay on the floor exp iring with laughter. That is. I believe they do. and sail through th e open window. heartier interest. It was simply fire in a liquid form . Next he rose on his hind feet and pranced around. Tom felt that it was time to wake up. and then delivered a war-whoop and set off round and round the room. in his blighted condition. and begging for a taste. If it had been Sid." Peter was agreeable. She dropped the water treatment and everything else. what on earth ails that cat?" "I don't know. but since it was Tom. but if you find you don't like it. but it was getting to have too little sentiment and too much distracting variety about it. Then he went tearing around the house again spre ading chaos and destruction in his path." "You DO?" . carrying the rest of the flower-pots with him. She found that the medicine did really diminish. and his aunt ended by telling him to help himself and quit bothering her. she would have had no m isgivings to alloy her delight. for th e "indifference" was broken up. One day Tom was in the act of dosing the crack when his aunt's yellow cat came a long. and I'll give it to you. because there ain't anything mean about me." gasped the boy. upsetting flower-po ts. deliver a final mighty hurrah. and pinned her faith to P ain-killer. you mustn't blame anybody but your own self. eying the teaspoon avariciously. purring. do they?" There was something in the tone that made Tom apprehensive. this sort of life might be romantic enough . banging against furniture.

And. and "going on" like an Indian. Could it be p ossible that she was not aware that he was there? He carried his exploits to her immediate vicinity. standing on his head--doing all the heroic things he could conceive of. and hating the owner of it as soon as h e saw she was not the right one. Tom watched and watched. sir. but the giddy lad never could see the bait. broke through a group of boys. what did you want to treat that poor dumb beast so. Tom winced. held it up. What has that got to do with it?" "Heaps. for once. hurled it t o the roof of the schoolhouse. aunty. it DID do you good."Yes'm. and "led up" warily to opportunities for remark about Bec ky. she never looked." The old lady was bending down. with interest emphasized by anxiety . Aunt Polly raised him by the usual handle--his ear--and cracked his head soundly with her thimble." The handle of the telltale teaspoon was visib le under the bed-valance. and droppe d his eyes. tumbling them in e very direction. At last frocks ceased to appear. It done HI M good. Then one more frock passed in at the gate. It was noticed that this strange thing had bee n occurring every day latterly. and so was I with Peter. before you aggravate me again." Tom reached school ahead of time. hoping whenever a frisking frock came in sight. jumping over the fence at risk of life and limb. throwing hands prings. what was cruelty to a cat MIGHT be cruelty to a boy. chasing boys. He tried to seem to be looking everywhere but whither he reall y was looking--down the road. and Tom's f ace lighted." Tom looked up in her face with just a perceptible twinkle peeping through his gr avity. And you try and see if you can't be a good boy. But she seemed to be unconscious of it all. . and then turned sorrowfully away. under Becky's nose. And now. and she put her hand on Tom's hea d and said gently: "I was meaning for the best. almost upsettin g her--and she turned. Too late he divined her "drift. and Tom's heart gave a great bou nd. Tom watching. I never see him get around so since--" "Oh. he hung about the gat e of the schoolyard instead of playing with his comrades. Tom. Tom. This was putting the thing in a new li ght. The next instant he was out. "Now. crushed and crestfa llen. and he dropped hopelessly into the dumps. came war-whooping around. Tom. laughin g. and he heard her say: "Mf! some people think they're mighty smart--always showing off!" Tom's cheeks burned. too. and fell sprawling. She began to soft en." "Hadn't any aunt!--you numskull. and he looked it. he gazed a moment. as usual of late. she felt sorry. Tom accosted him. He was sick. all the while. and you needn't take any more medicine. he said. and keeping a furtive eye out. with her nose in the air. Her eyes watered a little. Aunt Polly took it. for?" "I done it out of pity for him--because he hadn't any aunt. too. yelling. he entered the empty schoolhouse and sat down to suf fer. Presently Jeff Thatcher hove in sight. go 'long with you. He gathered himself up and sneaked off. Because if he'd had one she'd a burnt him out herself! She'd a roasted h is bowels out of him 'thout any more feeling than if he was a human!" Aunt Polly felt a sudden pang of remorse. himself. When Jeff arri ved. to see if Becky Thatcher was notic ing. "I know you was meaning for the best. snatched a boy's cap.

Joe was for being a hermit. But it transpired that this was a request which Joe had just been going to make of Tom. they had all managed to enjoy the sweet glory of spreading the fact that pretty soon the town would " hear something. at a point where the Mississippi River was a t rifle over a mile wide. it lay far over toward the further shore. and let them blame HIM for the consequences--why shouldn't they? What r ight had the friendless to complain? Yes. frie ndless boy. and had come to hunt him up for that purpose. if she felt that way. they made a new compact to stand by each other and be brothers and never separate till death relieved them of their trou bles. Tom listened a . Plainly here were "two souls with but a single thought. Petersburg. and he joined them promptly. narrow. Then the sobs came thick and fast. Each would bring hooks and lines. perhaps they would be sorry. but they would not let him. he must submit--but he f orgave them. And before the afternoon was done. and ended by hoping that Joe would not forget him. for all careers were one to him. and the bell for school to "take up" tinkled faintly upon his ear. and very still. since he was driven out into the cold world. it wa s plain that she was tired of him and wished him to go. Then they hunted up Huc kleberry Finn. As the two boys walked sorrowing along. wiping his eyes with his sleeve. He was a forsaken. So Jackson's Island was chosen. Then they began to lay their plans. abreast a dense and almost wholly unpeopled forest. to think he should never . Joe Harper --hard-eyed. b ut after listening to Tom. and stopped in a dense undergrowth on a small bluff overlooking the meeting-place. The mighty river lay like an ocean at rest. began to blubber out something about a resolution to escape from hard us age and lack of sympathy at home by roaming abroad into the great world never to return. " About midnight Tom arrived with a boiled ham and a few trifles. now. Who were to be the subjects of their piracies was a matter that did not occur to them. he was indifferent. and this offered well as a rendezvous. and living on crusts in a remote cave. since nothing would do them but to be rid of him. wooded island. of cold and want and grief. he said." Tom. Just at this point he met his soul's sworn comrade. let i t be so. he had tried to do right and get along. There was a small log raft there which they meant to capture. nobody loved him. His mother had whipped him for drinking some cream which he had never tasted and knew nothing about. some time. with a shallow bar at the head of it. and such provision as he could steal in the most dark and mysterious way--as became outlaws. th ere was nothing for him to do but succumb. By this time he was far down Meadow Lane. and so he consented to be a pirate. Three miles below St. they had forced him to it at last: he would lead a life of crime. It was starli ght. He was gloomy and desperate. when they found out what they had driven him to. and dying. He sobbed. never hear that old familiar sound any more--it was very hard. and with evidently a great and dismal purpose in his heart. he hoped she would be happy. he conceded that there were some conspicuous advantag es about a life of crime. There was no choice. It was not inhabit ed.CHAPTER XIII TOM'S mind was made up now." All who got this vague hint were cautioned to "be mum and wait. but it was forc ed on him. and neve r regret having driven her poor boy out into the unfeeling world to suffer and d ie. They presently separated to meet at a lonely spot on the riverbank two miles above the village at the favorite hour--which was midnight. there was a long.

and had also brought a few corn-cobs to make pipes with. Huck at the after oar and Joe at the forward. It was answered from under the bluff." Two hoarse whispers delivered the same awful word simultaneously to the brooding night: "BLOOD!" Then Tom tumbled his ham over the bluff and let himself down after it. steady-y-y-y!" "Steady it is. "'Tis well." and were not intended to mean anything in particular. sir!" 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. sir!" "Let her go off a point!" "Point it is.moment. the Black Avenger of the Spanish Main. The y made an imposing adventure of it. moving with hands on imaginary dagger-hilts. and bring her to the wind!" "Aye-aye. and they went stealthily thither and helped themselves to a chunk. Tom stood amidships. Tom whistled twice more. . They saw a fire smouldering upon a great raft a hundred yar ds above." Tom had furni shed these titles. tearing b oth skin and clothes to some extent in the effort. these signals wer e answered in the same way. They shoved off. and gave his orders in a low. an d giving orders in dismal whispers that if "the foe" stirred. That was a wise thought. and sudd enly halting with finger on lip. stern whisper: "Luff. sir!" "Steady." "Huck Finn the Red-Handed. matches were hardly know n there in that day. The Terror of the Seas had brought a side of bacon. and Joe Harper the Terror of the Seas." because "dead men tell no tales. from his favorite literature. "Hist!" every now and then. but s till that was no excuse for their conducting this thing in an unpiratical way. comfortabl e path along the shore under the bluff. The Black Avenger of the Spanish Main said it would never do to start without some fire. gloomy-browed." They knew well enough that the raftsmen were all down at the village laying in stores or having a spree. Tom in command. Give the countersign. But none of the pirates smoked or "chewed" but himself. but it lacked the advantages of difficul ty and danger so valued by a pirate. distinct whistle. presently. Name your names. but no sound disturbed the quiet. and had about worn himself o ut with getting it there. Finn the Red-Handed had stolen a skillet and a quantit y of half-cured leaf tobacco. and with folded arms. There was an easy. Then a guarded voice said: "Who goes there?" "Tom Sawyer. to "let him have i t to the hilt. Then he gave a low. saying.

a nd then lay on their oars. About two o'clock in the morning the raft grounded on the bar two hundred yards above the head of the is land. abroad on the wild sea. It seemed glorious sport to be feasting in that wild. filled with contentme nt. and they all looked so long that they came near letting the current drift them out of the range of the island." "Send the r'yals up! Lay out aloft. and the last allowance of corn pone devoured. facing peril and death with dau ntless heart. but they themselv es would sleep in the open air in good weather. "It's NUTS!" said Tom. the boys stretched themselves out on the grass. It was but a smal l strain on his imagination to remove Jackson's Island beyond eyeshot of the vil lage. Two or three glim mering lights showed where it lay. The other p irates were looking their last. But they dis covered the danger in time. half a dozen of ye --foretopmaststuns'l! Lively. beyond the vague vast sw eep of star-gemmed water. Now the raft was passing before the distant town. men! With a will! Stead-y-y-y!" "Steady it is."What sail's she carrying?" "Courses. sir!" "Hellum-a-lee--hard a port! Stand by to meet her when she comes! Port. "looking his last" upon the sc ene of his former joys and his later sufferings. Hucky!" . unconscious of the tremendous event that was happening . now!" "Aye-aye. free way in the virgin forest of an unexplored and uninhabited island. and they said the y never would return to civilization. "AIN'T it gay?" said Joe. Hardly a word was said during the next three-quarters of an hour. and used up half of the corn "pone" stock they had brought. and u pon the varnished foliage and festooning vines. The climbing fire lit up their faces and t hrew its ruddy glare upon the pillared tree-trunks of their forest temple. They could have found a cooler place. the boys pointed her head right. and flying-jib. port! NOW . they'd just die to be here--hey. They built a fire against the side of a great log twenty or thirty steps within the sombre depths of the forest. too. but they would not deny themselves suc h a romantic feature as the roasting camp-fire. "What would the boys say if they could see us?" "Say? Well. Part of the little raft's belongings consisted of an old sail. far from the haunts of men. so there was not more than a two or three mile current. peacefully sleeping. sir. sir!" "Shake out that maintogalans'l! Sheets and braces! NOW my hearties!" "Aye-aye. and made shift to avert it. The Black Avenger stood still with folded arms. and then cooked some bacon in the frying-pan fo r supper. and so he "looked his last" with a broken and satisfied heart. sir!" The raft drew beyond the middle of the river. there. When the last crisp slice of bacon was gone. as became outlaws. and this they spread ove r a nook in the bushes for a tent to shelter their provisions. tops'ls. going to his doom with a grim smile on his lips. and wishing "she" could see him now. The river was not high. and they waded back and forth until they had landed their freight.

being better employed. Presently Huck said: "What does pirates have to do?" Tom said: "Oh. gen'ally--and here they can't come an d pick at a feller and bullyrag him so. I don't want nothing bett er'n this. and wash. You'd be a disgrace . now that I've tried it." "Dern'd if I would. But I wouldn't do that. And a hermit's got to sleep on the hardest place he can find. all by hims elf that way. they have just a bully time--take ships and burn them. "Well." The Red-Handed made no response. and then he don't have any fun. anyway. "people don't go much on hermits." "Why. But they've GOT to do it. with enthusiasm. mornings. you'd HAVE to." said Joe. too. Huck. You'd have to do that if y ou was a hermit." said Huckleberry. I don't ever get enough to eat. "anyways. but a pirate's always respected. and kill everybody in the ships--make 'em walk a plank. you WOULD be a nice old slouch of a hermit. nowadays. when he's ashore." "It's just the life for me." assented Tom. that's so." "You see. and was pressing a coal to the charge and blowing a cloud of fragrant smoke--he was in t he full bloom of luxurious contentment. You se e a pirate don't have to do ANYTHING. "And don't they wear the bulliest clothes! Oh no! All gold and silver and di'mon ds." said Tom. like they used to in old times. and you don't have to go to school. and all that blame foolishness." said Joe." "And they carry the women to the island. He had finished gouging out a cob. loaded it with tobacco. "but I hadn't thought much about it." said Joe. and secretly resolved to acquire it shortly. The other pirates envied him this majest ic vice. "they don't kill the women. and put sackcloth and ashes on his head. I'd run away. but a hermit HE has to be praying considerable. you know. Joe. and now he fitted a weed stem to it. I'm suited. and sta nd out in the rain. what would you do?" "I dono. I' d a good deal rather be a pirate. "they don't kill the women--they're too noble. I just wouldn't stand it." said Huck." "Run away! Well." "No. Hermits always do. "I dono. "You don't have to get up. And the women 's always beautiful. and get the money an d bury it in awful places in their island where there's ghosts and things to wat ch it. How'd you get around it?" "Why."I reckon so. . and--" "What does he put sackcloth and ashes on his head for?" inquired Huck." said Tom." "Oh yes.

The Terror of the Seas and t he Black Avenger of the Spanish Main had more difficulty in getting to sleep. Now. but co nscience was not to be appeased by such thin plausibilities." But the other boys told him the fine clothes would come fast enough." while taking bacon and hams and such valuables was plain simple steal ing--and there was a command against that in the Bible." said he. The pipe dropped from the fingers of the Red-Handed. since there was nobody there wit h authority to make them kneel and recite aloud. he wondered where he was. as the creature still came toward him or seemed inclined to go elsewhere. CHAPTER XIV WHEN Tom awoke in the morning. of its own acco rd. and t here was a delicious sense of repose and peace in the deep pervading calm and si lence of the woods. and as gradually sounds multiplied and life manifested itself. They began to feel a vague fear that they had been doing wrong to run away. now. So they inwardly resolve d that so long as they remained in the business. by turns. They made him understand that his poor rags would do to begin with. He sat up and rubbed hi s eyes and looked around. Joe and Huck still slept. and the se curiously inconsistent pirates fell peacefully to sleep. with his hopes rising and falling. and lying down. after they should have begun their adventures." It was conscience. the pirates. Th ey said their prayers inwardly. his whole hear t was glad--for that meant that he was going to have a new suit of clothes--with . "I reckon I ain't dressed fitten for a pirate. A white layer of ashes covered the fire. It was the cool gray dawn. and then the real torture came. another answered. that there was no getting around the stubborn fact that taking sweet meats was only "hooking. A little green worm came crawling over a dewy leaf. Then at once they reached and hovered upon the imminent verge of sleep--but an intruder came . in truth. lifting two-thirds of his bod y into the air from time to time and "sniffing around." then proceeding again--f or he was measuring. their piracies should not again be sullied with the crime of stealing. and next they thought of the stolen meat. far away in the woods a bird called. with a regretful pathos in his voice. he sat as still as a stone."Who?" said Huck. in the end. "but I ain't got none but these. though it was customary for wealthy pirates to start wit h a proper wardrobe. Not a leaf stirred. "Why. it seemed to them. they had a mind not t o say them at all." Huck scanned his own clothing forlornly. and he sl ept the sleep of the conscience-free and the weary. 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. Then he comprehended. but they were afraid to proceed to such lengths as that. and a thin blue breath of smoke rose straight into the air. lest they might call down a sudden and special thunderbolt from heaven. They tried to argue it away by reminding conscience that they had purloined sweetmeats and apples scores of times. Gradually their talk died out and drowsiness began to steal upon the eyelids of the little waifs. that would not "down. not a sound obtruded upon great Nature's meditation. Tom said. The marvel of Nature shaking off sleep and going to work unfolded itself to the musing boy. and when the worm approached him. presently the hammer ing of a woodpecker was heard. Then conscience granted a truce. Beaded dewdrops stood upon the leaves and grasses. Gradually the cool dim gray of the morning whiten ed.

Tom and Huck as ked him to hold on a minute. fly away home. a gray squirrel and a big fellow of the "f ox" kind came skurrying along. and stopped on a twig almost within the boy's reach. so it was close upon the middle of the afternoon when they got back to camp. lit in a tree over Tom's head. and were astonished. and that the shore it lay closest to was only separated from it by a narrow channel hardly two hundred yards wide. lady-bug. They came back to camp wonderfully refreshed. your children's alone. and Tom bent down close to it and said. long lances of sunlight pierced down through the dense foliage far and n ear. heaving sturdily at its ball. and lugge d it straight up a tree-trunk. and ravenous. almost immediately they had reward. and a large ingredient of hunger make. They lay around in the shade. They felt no longing for the li ttle village sleeping in the distance beyond the majestic waste of water." and she took wing and went off to see about it --which did not surprise the boy. and then went off through the woods on an exploring expedition. and they reflected little upon wha t a sauce open-air sleeping. hung from their crowns to the ground with a drooping regalia of grape-vine s. glad-hearted. one struggled m anfully by with a dead spider five times as big as itself in its arms. While Joe was slicing bacon for breakfast. T hey were too hungry to stop to fish. a flash of blue flame. among solemn monarchs of the fo rest. through tangled underbrush. A catbird. now. and felt th at water. but this o nly gratified them. Huck found a spring of clear cold wa ter close by. A brown spotted lady-bug climbed the dizzy height of a grass blade. from nowhere in particular. a coupl e of sun-perch and a small catfish--provisions enough for quite a family. They did not know that the quicker a fresh-water fish is on the fire after he is caught the better he is. The birds were fairly rioting by this time. and Tom touched the crea ture. They found plenty of things to be delighted with. They discovered that the island was about three miles long and a quarter of a mile wide. "Lady-bug. All Nature was wide awake and stirrin g. for the wild things had probably never seen a human being before and scarcely knew whether to be afraid or not. and the boys made cups of broad oak or hickory leaves. and i n a minute or two were stripped and chasing after and tumbling over each other i n the shallow limpid water of the white sandbar. A tumblebug came next. to see it shut its legs against its body and pretend to be dead. They f ried the fish with the bacon. after breakfast. cocked his head to one side and eyed the strangers with a consuming curiosity. but nothing to be astonished a t. Joe had not had ti me to get impatient before they were back again with some handsome bass. the Northern mocker. open-air exercise. A vagr ant current or a slight rise in the river had carried off their raft. Now a procession of ants ap peared. and he had practised upon its simplicity more than onc e. they stepped to a promising nook in the river-bank and threw in their lines. then a shrill jay swept down. Now and then they came upon snug nooks carpeted with grass and jeweled with f lowers. and went about their labors.out the shadow of a doubt a gaudy piratical uniform. and th ey soon had the camp-fire blazing up again. They took a swim about every hour . and a few butterflies came fluttering upon the scene. bathing. your house is on fire. a nd then threw themselves down in the shade to talk. but they fared sumptuously upon cold ham. for no fish had ever seemed s o delicious before. They tramped gayly along. while Huck had a smoke. sweetened with such a wildwood charm as that. But the talk soon began to d . and trilled out her imitations of her neighbors in a rapture o f enjoyment. over decaying logs. Tom stirred up the other pirates and they all clattered away with a shout. since its going was something like burning the bridge betwee n them and civilization. sitting up at intervals to inspect and chatter at the boys. too. would be a good enough s ubstitute for coffee. for he knew of old that this insect was credul ous about conflagrations.

the boys had been dully conscious of a peculiar sound in the distance." said Tom in a whisper." said Tom. now. "somebody's drownded!" "That's it!" said Huck. "they done that last summer. They fell t o thinking. profound and unbroken. The little steam ferryboat was about a mile below the village. I've heard about that. could not be expected to act ve ry intelligently when set upon an errand of such gravity. Of COURSE they do. that's funny. Presently a great jet of white smoke burst from the ferryboat's side. and then the same muffled boom troubled t he solemn hush. "I reckon it's mostly what they SAY over it before they start it out. and forc ed a recognition. sullen boom came floating down out of the distance. and the sense of loneliness. "I wonder. " "Well. Even Finn the Red-Handed was dreaming of h is doorsteps and empty hogsheads." said Huck." said Joe." said Joe. th at same dull throb of sound was borne to the listeners again. and that makes him come up to the top." said Huckleberry. and then died. Her broad deck s eemed crowded with people." They sprang to their feet and hurried to the shore toward the town. drifting with the current. they shoot a cannon over the water. "I wonder what makes the bread do that. This took dim shape." "Oh." "But they don't say anything over it. and then each assumed a listening attitude. now. just as one sometimes is of the ticking of a clock which he takes no distinct note of. "But maybe they say it to themselves. "By jings. uninstructed by an incantation. "What is it!" exclaimed Joe. they'll float right there and sto p. But now this mysterious sound became more pronounced. and they take loaves of bread and put quicksilver in 'em and set 'em afloat.rag. "becuz thunder--" "Hark!" said Tom. There were a great many skiffs rowing about or floati ng with the stream in the neighborhood of the ferryboat. Anybody might know that. but the boys could not determine what the men in them were doing. because an ignoran t lump of bread." "Yes. it ain't the bread. But they were all ashamed of their weakness." They waited a time that seemed an age. For some time. began to tell upon the spirits of the boys. The stillness. under his breath." said Tom. the solemnity that brooded in the woods. Y es. then a d eep. and as it expanded and rose in a lazy cloud. so much. There was a long silence. pr esently--it was budding homesickness. . They parted the bushes on the bank and peered out over the water. The boys started. and wherever there's anybody that's drownded. "'Tain't thunder. a nd none was brave enough to speak his thought. A sort of undefined longing crept upon them. "Let's go and see. in an awed tone. I wish I was over there. glanced at each other. when Bill Turner got drownd ed. "I know now!" exclaimed Tom. "I've seen 'em and they don't." The other boys agreed that there was reason in what Tom said. "Listen--don't talk.

and saw the ferryboat lying i . and finall y chose two which seemed to suit him. and the envy of all the boys. and went searching among the grass and the flickering reflections flung by the camp-fire. cooked supper and ate it. and the pictures they drew of the public di stress on their account were gratifying to look upon--from their point of view. The pirates returned to camp. Presently a revealing thought flashed throu gh Tom's mind. one he rolled up and put i n his jacket pocket. As twilight drew on. Tom lay upon his elbow motionless. wading toward the Ill inois shore. accusing memories of unkindness to these poor lost lads were rising up. and sat gazing into the fire." The boys still listened and watched. three fishhooks. CHAPTER XV A FEW minutes later Tom was in the shoal water of the bar. and best of all. and presently to snore. but still was swept downward rather faster than he had expected. He put his hand on his jacket pocket. I know who's drownded--it's us!" They felt like heroes in an instant. but-. Joe followed n ext."I do too" said Huck "I'd give heaps to know who it is. At last he got up cautiously. Then he knelt by the fire and painfully wr ote something upon each of these with his "red keel". The e xcitement was gone. and the wavere r quickly "explained. the depart ed were the talk of the whole town. It was worth while to be a pir ate. Shortly before ten o'clock he came out into an open place opposite the village. as far as this dazzling notoriety was concerned. and the other he put in Joe's hat and removed it to a littl e distance from the owner. They were jubilant with vanity over their new grandeur and the illustrious trouble they were making. now. they gradually ceased to talk. so he struck out confidently to swim the re maining hundred yards. following the shore. being uncommitted as yet. 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. and straightway broke into a keen run in the direction of the sandbar. the curre nt would permit no more wading. Here was a gorgeous triumph. and one of that kind of marbles known as a "sure 'nough crys tal. found his piece of bark safe. and then struck through the wo ods. he reached the shore finally. with streaming garments. He swam quartering upstream. unawares. and he exclaimed: "Boys. He picked up and inspect ed several large semi-cylinders of the thin white bark of a sycamore. with their minds evidently wandering elsewhere. a sigh or two escaped. And he also put into the hat certain schoolboy treasu res of almost inestimable value--among them a lump of chalk. they grew troubled and unhappy. on his knees. an India-rubber bal l. they were miss ed. Mi sgivings came. for some time. But when the shadows of night closed them in. joined in with Tom.Tom withered him w ith derision! Huck. Huck began to nod. They caug ht fish. now. Mutiny w as effectually laid to rest for the moment. Before the depth reached his middle he was half-way over. they were mourned. after all. and unavailing regrets and remorse were being indulged. the ferryboat went back to her accustomed business and the skiffs disappeared. and then fell to guessing at what the village was thinking and saying about them. tears were being s hed." Then he tiptoed his way cautiously among the trees till he felt that he wa s out of hearing. As the night deepened. watching the two intently . and drifted along till he found a low place and drew himself out. This was fine. By and by Joe timidly ventured upon a roundabout "feeler" as to how the others m ight look upon a return to civilization--not right now. However." and was glad to get out of the scrape with as little tain t of chicken-hearted homesickness clinging to his garments as he could. hearts were breaking on their account.

swam three or four strokes and climbed into the skiff that did "yawl" du ty at the boat's stern. Go 'long and shut it. now that he's gone! God'll take care of HIM--never you trouble YOURself. At the end of a long twelve or fifteen minute s the wheels stopped. never. out of danger of possible stragglers. He climbed over. No end of strange thing s now. 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." said Sid. Harper. lan ding fifty yards downstream. Harper. He lay and "breathed" himself for a time. if it was to do over again I'd away--Blessed be the name of the Lord! last Saturday my Joe busted a firecrack sprawling. There sat Aunt Polly. grouped together. panti ng. for a light was burning there. "he warn't BAD. and I never to see him ag ain in this world. although he tormented my old heart out of me. "but if he'd been better in som e ways--" "SID!" Tom felt the glare of the old lady's eye. and I did think the cretur would tear the house down. I believe. Sid. of course it is. so he put his head through and began." "The Lord giveth and the Lord hath taken But it's so hard--Oh. HE never meant any harm. never. but he was just as unselfish and kind as he could be--and laws bles s me. And God fo . Little did I know then. I know just exactly how y ou feel. poor abused boy!" And Mrs." said Aunt Polly. never. Why. I know just how you feel. Tom went to the door and began to softly lift the l atch. Tom felt happy in his success. and then crept to where he could almost touch his aunt's foot. and the bed wa s between them and the door. then he pressed gently and the door yielded a crack. Mary. and Joe Harper's mother. approached the "ell. "No t a word against my Tom. "What makes the candle blow so?" said Aunt Polly. "I hope Tom's better off where he is. No longer ago than yesterday noon. "But as I was saying. He crept down the bank. They were by the bed. and quaking every time it creaked." "Yes. He laid himself down under the thwarts and waited. He flew along unfrequented alleys. for he knew it was t he boat's last trip for the night. talking. against the boat's swel l. He warn't any m ore responsible than a colt. and he was the best-hearte d boy that ever was"--and she began to cry. "Why.n the shadow of the trees and the high bank. you know. and up to every kind of mischief. Everything was quiet under the blin king stars. "It was just so with my Joe--always full of his devilment. and harum-scarum. yes. and shortly found himself at his aunt's back fence. to think I went and whipped him for taking that cream." A mi nute or two later the skiff's head was standing high up. yes." and looked in at the sitting-room window. Only just giddy. Tom hurried up. how hug him and bless him for it. that door's open. and the voyage was begun. slipped into the water. Mrs. sir! Oh. he continued pushing cautiously. never once recollec ting that I throwed it out myself because it was sour. 'most. till he judged he might squeeze t hrough on his knees. Sid. Mrs. though he could not see it. my Tom took and filled the cat full of Pain-killer. it's so hard! Only er right under my nose and I knocked him soon--Oh. watching with all his eyes. and Tom slipped overboard and swam ashore in the dusk. so to say --only mischEEvous." Tom disappeared under the bed just in time. Harper sobbed as if her heart would break. warily. Presently the cracked bell tapped and a voice gave the order to "cast off.

all hope would be given over. certain boys said the missing lads had promised that the vill age should "hear something" soon. But something occurred to him. so appealingly. shaded the candle-light with his hand. would otherwise have escaped to shore. Sid snuffled a bit and Mary went off crying with all her heart. else hunger would have driven th em home by nightfall if not sooner. latching the door behind him. only moaning a little in her sleep. torturing himself meanwhile to keep awake. 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 n ext town below.rgive me. consoling cry. He c ould hear Mary crying. Still. found nobody at large there. And the last words I ever heard him say was to re proach--" But this memory was too much for the old lady. and with such measureless love in her words and her old trembling voice. but he resisted and lay still. poor boy. for she kept making broken-hear ted ejaculations from time to time. He was moved to capture the skiff. too. and stood regarding her. Now the boy stole out. and gathered by odds and ends that it was conjectured at f irst that the boys had got drowned while taking a swim. they must be drowned. He sat down and took a long rest. in her good-night to Sid and Mary. f or this was a familiar bit of work to him. and turning over. poor dead boy. Aunt Polly knelt down and prayed for Tom so touchingly. He hit the landing on the other side neatly. So he stepped ashore and entered the woods. and then parted. now. But he' s out of all his troubles now. and she broke entirely down. It was believed that the search for the bodi es had been a fruitless effort merely because the drowning must have occurred in mid-channel. Then he bent over and kissed the faded lips. and he lingered considering. and stra ightway made his stealthy exit. Mrs. and . next. This was Wednesday night. But a t last she was still. he put the b ark hastily in his pocket. tossing unrestfully. He untied the skiff at the stern. since the boys. slipped into it. Tom shuddered. Aunt Polly was tender far beyond her wont. he was suff iciently 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 st rongly to his nature. and was soon rowing cautiously upstream . being good swimmers. Tom was snuffling. rose gradually by the bedside. Harper gave a sobbing good-night and turned to go. long before she was through. His heart was full of pity for her. but he knew a thorough search would be made for it and that might end in re velations. presently. He threaded his way back to the ferry landing. who always turned in and slept like a graven image. If the bodies continued missing until Sunday . He had to keep still long after she went to bed. himself--and more in pity of himself than anybody else. I cracked Tom's head with my thimble. but toward noon the raft had been found. then the small raft had been missed. he started quartering across and bent himself stoutly to his work. for he knew she was tenantless except that ther e was a watchman. and putting in a kindly word for him from time to time. that he was wel tering in tears again. He took out his sycamore scr oll and placed it by the candle. He went on listening. ar guing that it might be considered a ship and therefore legitimate prey for a pir ate. and walked boldly on board the boat. H e began to have a nobler opinion of himself than ever before. and the funerals would be preached on that morni ng. When he had pulled a mile above the village. His face lighted with a happy solution of his thought. lodged again st the Missouri shore some five or six miles below the village --and then hope perished. Then with a mutual impul se the two bereaved women flung themselves into each other's arms and had a good .

and he'll come back. and then continued the frolic far away up the shoal water of the bar. and when they found a soft place they went down on their knees and dug with their hands. and by that time the other boys were t ired and ready to rest. Tom's true-blue. He rested agai n until the sun was well up and gilding the great river with its splendor. an d gasping for breath at one and the same time. Huck. hot san d. and another on Friday morning.then started warily down the home-stretch. He' s up to something or other. for no ne would yield this proudest post to his neighbor. The night was far spent. A little later he paused. A sumptuous breakfast of bacon and fish was shortly provided. It was broa d daylight before he found himself fairly abreast the island bar. and lie there and cover themselves up with it. and he wondered how he h ad escaped cramp so long without the protection of this mysterious charm. with fine dramatic effect. They had a famous fried-egg feast that night. Tom recounted (and adorned) his adventures. Sometimes they would take fifty o r sixty eggs out of one hole. and then they all went under in a tangle of white legs and arms and came up blowing. Finally it occurred to them that their naked skin represented flesh-colored "tights" very fairly. When they were well exhausted. gradually approaching each ot her. dripping. They we nt about poking sticks into the sand. Then Joe and Huck had another swim. and finally gripping and struggling till the best man ducked his neighbor. laughing. After breakfast they went whooping and prancing out on the bar. and Tom's too proud for that sort of thing. He did not venture again until he had found it. until they were naked. against the s tiff current. shedding clothes as they went. Huck. with averted faces to avoid the strangling sprays. They gradually wandered apart. because he found that in kicking off his trousers he had kicked his string of rattlesnake rattles off his ankle. stepping grandly into c amp. The writing says they are if he ain't back here to breakfast. 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 spla shed water in each other's faces with their palms. and t hen he plunged into the stream. They were a vain and boastful company of heroes when the tale was done. ain't they?" Pretty near. anyway. He won't desert. but not yet. They were perfectly round white things a trifle sm aller than an English walnut. and heard Joe say: "No. but Tom would not venture. and by and by break for the wa ter again and go through the original performance once more." "Which he is!" exclaimed Tom. CHAPTER XVI AFTER dinner all the gang turned out to hunt for turtle eggs on the bar. Next they got their marbles and played "knucks" and "ring-taw" and "keeps" till that amusement grew stale." and fell to gazing longingly across the wide river to where the village lay dro . upon the thr eshold of the camp. He knows that would be a disgrace to a pirate. and chased each other round and round. they would run out and sprawl on the dry. and the other pirates got ready to fish and explore. Now I wonder what?" "Well. and as the boys se t to work upon it. the things is ours. s o they drew a ring in the sand and had a circus--with three clowns in it. Then Tom hid himself away in a shady nook to sleep till noon. sputtering. dropped into the "dumps.

too. "Nobody wants you to. Tom. I DO want to see my mother--and you would." "But. He erased it once more and then t ook himself out of temptation by driving the other boys together and joining the m. boys. won't we?" Huck said. Huck could not bear the look. It was discouraging work. He said. You like it here. and now it'll be wor . They've hid treasures here somewhere. with a grea t show of cheerfulness: "I bet there's been pirates on this island before. Joe. But he wrote it again. he scratched it out. and dropped his eyes. rising. which faded out. there ain't such another swimming-place anywhere. without a par ting word. nevertheless. I reckon." And Joe snuffled a little. "Who cares!" said Tom. How'd you feel to light on a rotten chest full of gold and silver--hey?" But it roused only faint enthusiasm. too. T hen he said: "I want to go. Tom tried o ne or two other seductions. yet. We'll explore it again. It's so lonesome. "There now!" And he moved moodily away and began to dress himself. We'll stay." "Oh no. I want to go home. "Just think of the fishing that's here. Joe. "I'll never speak to you again as long as I live. Huck? Poor thing-does it want to see its mother? And so it shall. Tom found himself writing "BECKY" in the sand with his big toe . don't you. we'll let the cry-baby go home to his mother.wsing in the sun. He glanced at Huck. "Y-e-s"--without any heart in it. Joe began to wade off toward the Illinois shore. you're a nice pirate. I want to go home. It was getting so lonesome anyway. O h." "I don't care for fishing. He had a secret which he was not ready to tell. nevertheless. he would have to bring it out." "Swimming's no good. Tom's heart began to sink. but tried hard not to show it. Tom was downhearted. And then it was discomforting to see Huck eying Joe's preparation s so wistfully. and was angry with himself for his weakness. but they failed. and keeping up such an ominous silence. Joe sat poking up the sand with a stick and looking very gloomy. per'aps. H uck? We'll stay. Huck was melancholy. and was alarmed to see Joe go sullenly on with his dressing. too. "Well." But Tom was uneasy. He was so homesick t hat he could hardly endure the misery of it. I mean to go home." "Yes. But Joe's spirits had gone down almost beyond resurrection." said Joe. I ain't an y more baby than you are. Huck and me ain't cry-babies. too. won't we. shucks! Baby! You want to see your mother." "Oh. Huc k? Let him go if he wants to. but if this mutinous depres sion was not broken up soon. I reckon we can get along without him. boys. Presently. he could not help it. you'll feel better by and by. let's give it up. Finally he said: "Oh. won't we. I don't seem to care for it. if you had one. somehow. Go 'long home and get laughed at. The tears lay very near the surface . with no reply. when there ain't anyb ody to say I sha'n't go in." said Tom.

but they still waded slowly on. they wouldn't have start ed away." Huck began to pick up his scattered clothes. when I said it. The lads came gayly back and went at their sports again with a will." said Huck. Now you think it over. with a strong de and go along too. ' twas the day before. We'll wait for you when we get to shore." "Tom. Tom." "Well. go 'long--who's hendering you." said Huck. it's just as easy! If I'd a knowed this was all. I mean to stay. 'bout me saying that?" "Yes." said Tom. but I never thought I could. Huck. Joe caugh t at the idea and said he would like to try. an d with slender confidence. These novices had never smoked anything before but cigars made of grape-vi ne. He said: "Tom. but his real reason had been the fear that not even the secret would keep them with him any very great length of time. "Well. and Tom stood sire tugging at his heart to yield his pride would stop." said Joe." said Tom. and . He made a plausible excuse." "Yes--heaps of times. I'd a learnt long ago. and they "bit" the tongue. "That's just the way with me. and they gagged a little. and J eff Thatcher. you'll wait a blame long time. Huck? Bob Tanner was there. So Huck made pipes and filled them. chattering all the time about Tom's stupendous plan and admiring the genius of it. He made one then darted after his comrades. After a dainty egg and fish dinner. Don't you remember. I better go. He hoped the boys It suddenly dawned on Tom that it w final struggle with his pride. now. Let's us go. but Tom said: "Why. yelling: "Wait! Wait! I want to tell you something!" They presently stopped and turned around. charily. Huck? You've heard me talk just that wa y--haven't you. Tom said he wanted to learn to smoke. When he got to where they were. I have too." "I won't! You can all go. he beg an unfolding his secret. many a time I've looked at people smoking. hundreds of times. if you want to. that's so. that's all. "oh. "That was the day after I lost a white alley. too. I wisht you'd come." "So would I. and they listened moodily till at last they saw the "po int" he was driving at. The smoke had an unpleasant taste. as become very lonely and still. Now they stretched themselves out on their elbows and began to puff." "Well." "Why. and so he had meant to hold it in reserve as a last seduction. Don't you remember. Huck? I'll leave it to Huck if I haven't." Huck started sorrowfully away. hain't it." looking after him. "It's just nothing. No. and then they set up a war-whoop of applause and said it was "splendid!" and said if he had told them at first. and Johnny Miller. and thought well I wish I could do that. and were not considered manly anyway. too. Once down by the slaughter -house.

you needn't come. got a pipe? I want a smoke." "Oh. and when H uck prepared his pipe after the meal and was going to prepare theirs." "Say--boys. Joe said feebly : "I've lost my knife. little overf lowings down their throats occurred in spite of all they could do.' And I'l l say. Tom's followed. Huck--we can find it. don't I!" said Joe. and went to find his comrades." "Jeff Thatcher! Why." "So do I." "'Deed it would. you'll say. 'Oh. "Why. that'll be gay. 'Ye s. Say--I wish the boys could see us now. "I don't feel sick. I got my OLD pipe. But something informed him that if they had had any trouble they had got rid of it. now ." said Tom. both very pale. They had a humble look. But I bet you Jeff Thatcher couldn't. But presently it began to flag a trifle. They were not talkative at supper that night. No." said Tom. They were wide apart in the woods. Joe's pipe dropped from his nerveless fingers. that's all right.' And then you'll out with t he pipes. they said . kind of careless like. "I could smoke it all day. and grow disjointed . Just one little snifter would fetch HIM. with quivering lips and halting utterance: "I'll help you. but my tobacker ain't very good. won't they w ish they'd been along?" "Oh. Just let him try it onc e. don't say anything about it. Every pore ins ide the boys' cheeks became a spouting fountain. "Huck recollects it." So Huck sat down again.' And you'll say. I reckon I better go and find it." Tom said. if it's STRONG enough. and waited an hour. both fa st asleep. Tom! I wish it was NOW!" "So do I! And when we tell 'em we learned when we was off pirating. and another one." "Neither do I. I reckon not! I'll just BET they will!" So the talk ran on. the expectoration marvellously increased. I bet you Johnny Miller couldn't any more do this than nothing."There--I told you so. Both boys were looking very pale and miserable. I'll come up to you and say. Then he found it lonesome. Both fountains were going furiously and both pumps bailing with might and main. and some time when they're around. The silences widened. and then just see 'em look!" "By jings. HE'D see!" "I bet he would. as if it warn't anything." said Joe. and sudden re tchings followed every time." "I bleeve I could smoke this pipe all day. And Johnny Miller--I wish could see Johnny Miller tackle it onc e. Joe. 'Joe. and we'll light up just as ca'm. he'd keel over just with two draws. You go over that way and I'll hunt around by the spring. they could scarcely bail out th e cellars under their tongues fast enough to prevent an inundation.

was a ruin. making ever ything sing as it went. the camp-fire as well. one by one they straggled in at last and took shelter under the tent. They sat still. and sh uddered with the fancy that the Spirit of the Night had gone by. but they found there was still something to be thankful fo r. burn it up. Now a weird flash turned night into day and showed every little grass-blade. And it showed three white. Th e solemn hush continued. with many tumblings and bruises. though the dull dead heat o f the breathless atmosphere was stifling. A few big rain-drops fell patterin g upon the leaves. s tartled faces. The boys seized each others' hands and fled. blast ed by the lightnings. Presently there came a quivering glow that vague ly revealed the foliage for a moment and then vanished. drown it to the tree-tops. they were not feeling very well--something they ate at dinner had disagreed with them. Then a faint moan came sighing through the bran ches of the forest and the boys felt a fleeting breath upon their cheeks. to the shelter of a great oak that stood upon the river-bank. Then another. Everything in camp was drenched. A sweep of chilly air passed and unspeakably appalling. cold . a little stronger. rustling all the leaves and snowing the flaky ashes broadcast about the fire. e ven if the other noises would have allowed them. because the great sycamore. They sprang away. go for the tent!" exclaimed Tom. A furious blast roared through the trees. The boys huddled themselves togethe r and sought the friendly companionship of the fire. The boys went back to ca mp. keen and sharp. They clung together in terror. like their generation. in the thick gloom that followed. Under the ceaseless conflagration of lightning tha t flamed in the skies. But at last the battle was done. gli mpsed through the drifting cloud-rack and the slanting veil of rain. no two plung ing in the same direction. About midnight Joe awoke. the shelter of their beds. the billowy river. too. The tempest rose higher and hig her. and peace resumed her sway. One blinding flash after another came. and called the boys. everything below stood out in clean-cut and shadowless di stinctness: the bending trees. The boys cried out to each other. A deep peal of thunder went rolling and tumbling down the he avens and lost itself in sullen rumblings in the distance. Every littl e while some giant tree yielded the fight and fell crashing through the younger growth. It was a wild night for homeless young heads to be out in. and the forces retired with weaker and weaker t hreatenings and grumblings. Another fierce glare lit up the forest and an instant crash followed t hat seemed to rend the tree-tops right over the boys' heads. a good deal awed. and deafen every creature in it. How ever. and had made no provision against rain. They were eloquent in their distress. and streaming with water. stumbling over roots and among vines in the dark. and the unflagging thunder-peals came now in ear-splitting explosive bur sts. blow it away. separate and distinct. but t he roaring wind and the booming thunder-blasts drowned their voices utterly. but they presently discovered that the fire had eaten so far . They could not talk. Beyond the light of the fire everything was swallowed u p in the blackness of darkness. the dim outlines of the high bluffs on the other side. white with foam. scared. The storm culminated in one matc hless effort that seemed likely to tear the island to pieces. but to have company in misery seemed somethi ng to be grateful for. for they were soaked through and chilled. the old sail flapped so furiously. and presently the sail tore loose from its fastenings and went winging away on the blast. for they were but heedle ss lads. And now a drenching rain poured down and the rising hurric ane drove it in sheets along the ground. There was a brooding oppressivene ss in the air that seemed to bode something. "Quick! boys. the driving s pray of spume-flakes. Here was matter for dismay. By and by another came. and they were not under it when the catastrophe happened. Now t he battle was at its highest. There was a pau se. all at one a nd the same moment. now. that grew about their feet. and peal on peal of deafening thunder. intent and waiting.

and killed and scalped each other by thousa nds. and feeling very melancholy.up under the great log it had been built against (where it curved upward and se parated itself from the ground). or swimming. there was no other way. He reminded them of the imposing secret. they were glad they had gone into savagery. After the meal they felt rusty. they did not get sick enough to be seriously uncomfortable. for t here was not a dry spot to sleep on. drowsiness came over them. that a handbreadth or so of it had escaped wett ing. so they patiently wrought until. In the afternoon Becky Thatcher found herself moping about the deserted schoolho use yard." And she choked back a little sob. the y practised cautiously. They were not likely to fool away this high promise for lack of effort. and talked little. anywhere around. and Aunt Polly's family. Consequently it was an extremely satisfactory one. since we have no further use for them a t present. But they cared nothing for marbles. Tom saw the signs. It was a gory day. hungry and happy. for they had gained some thing. Then they piled on great dead boughs till they had a roaring furnace. were being put into mourning. An unusual quiet possessed the village. he got them interested in a new device. so it was not long before they were stripped. with shreds and bark gathered from the und er sides of sheltered logs. While it lasted. and darted upon each other f rom ambush with dreadful war-whoops. They assembled in camp toward supper-time. a nd striped from head to heel with black mud. She soliloquized: "Oh. and were glad-hearted once more. in all conscience. No. with gre at grief and many tears. The Saturday h oliday seemed a burden to the children. they found that they could now smoke a little without having to go and hu nt for a lost knife. There was no other process that ever they had heard of. The villagers conducted their conce rns with an absent air. like so many zebras--all of them ch iefs. As the sun began to steal in upon the boys. and they went out on the sandbar and lay down to sleep. although it was ordinarily quiet enough. They were prouder and happier in their new acquirement than they would have been in the scalping and skinning of the Six Nations. for a while. if I only had a brass andiron-knob again! But I haven't got anything now to remember him by. with right fair success. but now a difficult y arose--hostile Indians could not break the bread of hospitality together witho ut first making peace. of course--and then they went tearing through the woods to attack an Engli sh settlement. Two of the s avages almost wished they had remained pirates. CHAPTER XVII BUT there was no hilarity in the little town that same tranquil Saturday afterno on. so with such show of cheerfulness as they could muster they called for the pipe and took their whiff as it passed. and drearily set about getting breakfast. and after that they sat by t he fire and expanded and glorified their midnight adventure until morning. and fell to che ering up the pirates as well as he could. and g radually gave them up. or anything. We will l eave them to smoke and chatter and brag. . and raised a ray of cheer. they coaxed the fire to burn again. They dried their boiled ham and had a feast. The Harpers. and be Indians for a change. T hey were attracted by this idea. and this was a simple impossibility without smoking a pip e of peace. By and by they separated into three hostile tribes. but they sighed often. This was to knock off being pirates. and st iff-jointed. But she found nothing there to comfort he r. or circus. They had no heart in their sports. They got scorched out by and by. after supper. And behold. and a little homesick once more. in due form. However. and so they spent a jubilant evening.

and when it was ultimately decided who DID see the departed last. and said to herself: "It was right here. now. instead of ringing in the usual way. and the rare promise of the lost lads that every soul there. the old minister as well. said with tolerably manifest pride in the remembrance: "Well. never see him any more. still recalling memories of the lost heroes. and offered evidences. and were gaped at and envied by all the rest. like--awful. and then Aunt Polly en tered. and as if you was him--I was as close as that--and he smiled. in awed voices. loitering a moment in the vestibule to converse in whis pers about the sad event. thinkin g he recognized these pictures. and many clai med that dismal distinction. never. how noble and beautiful those episodes w ere. But he's gone now. I'll never. broken at intervals by muffled sobs. rose reverently and sto od until the mourners were seated in the front pew. A moving hymn was sung. more or less tampered with b y the witness. and crying in the pulpit. None could remember when the little church had been so full before. and stood looking over the paling fence and talking in reverent tones of ho w Tom did so-and-so the last time they saw him. Then quite a group of boys and girls--playmates of Tom's and Joe's--came by. The congregation became more and more moved. of course. just this way--and th en something seemed to go all over me. only the fun ereal rustling of dresses as the women gathered to their seats disturbed the sil ence there. and then the minister spread his h ands abroad and prayed. and so th at cheapened the distinction too much. all in deep blac k. an d then added something like "and I was a-standing just so--just as I am now. till at last the whole company broke d own and joined the weeping mourners in a chorus of anguished sobs. and she wandered away. and how Joe said this and that s mall trifle (pregnant with awful prophecy. the wi nning ways. who had no other grandeur to offer. . followed by Sid and Mary. too. with tears rolling down her cheeks. But there was no whispering in the house. Oh. the preacher himself giving way to his feelings. the lucky parties took upon themselves a sort of sacred importance." But that bid for glory was a failure. When the Sunday-school hour was finished. and the whole congregation. you know--and I never though t what it meant. the bell began to to ll. Tom Sawyer he licked me once. generous natures . and exchanged the last words with them. if it was to do over again. well deserving of the cowhide. the clergyman drew such pictures of the graces. I wouldn't say that--I would n't say it for the whole world. The group loitered away.Presently she stopped. but I can see now!" Then there was a dispute about who saw the dead boys last in life. There was finally a waiting pause. felt a pang in remembering that he had persisten tly blinded himself to them always before." As the service proceeded. Most of the boys could say that. and the mo urnful sound seemed in keeping with the musing hush that lay upon nature. the next morning. One p oor chap. There was another communing silence. The vi llagers began to gather. and they by the Harper family." This thought broke her down. as they could easily see now!)--and e ach speaker pointed out the exact spot where the lost lads stood at the time. which illustrated their sweet. It was a very still Sabbath. and the text followed: "I am the Resurrection and the Life. as the pathetic tale went on. and remembered with grief that at the time they occurred they had seemed ra nk rascalities. and had as persistently seen only fau lts and flaws in the poor boys. The minister related many a touching incident in the lives of the departed. an expectant dumbness. and the people could easily see.

but it is a pity you could be so hard-heart ed as to let me suffer so. you could have come over and give me a hint some way that you warn't dead. and he hardly knew which expressed the mos t gratefulness to God and affection for himself. I'm glad to see him. I don't know. Joe next. At breakfast." "And so they shall." "Would you." "Yes. a moment later the chur ch door creaked. but Tom seized him and said: "Aunt Polly. smo thered them with kisses and poured out thanksgivings. the minister raised his streaming eyes above his handkerchief. 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. and stood transfixed! First one and then another pair of eyes followed the minis ter's. Aunt Polly and Mary were very loving to Tom. and then almost with one impulse the congregation rose and stared while t he three dead boys came marching up the aisle." said Mary. her face lighting wistfully.There was a rustle in the gallery. Suddenly the minister shouted at the top of his voice: "Praise God from whom all blessings flow--SING!--and put your hearts in it!" And they did. Mary. Tom in the lead. Tom. but only run off. sneaking sheepishly in the rear! They had been hid in the unused gallery listening to their own funeral sermon! Aunt Polly. Tom?" said Aunt Polly. In the course o f it Aunt Polly said: "Well. and the Harpers threw themselves upon their restored ones. 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. and Hu ck. Tom got more cuffs and kisses that day--according to Aunt Polly's varying moods-than he had earned before in a year. They had paddled over to the Missouri shore on a log. Monday morning. you could have done that. which nobody noticed. would you. He wavered. while poor Huck stood abas hed and uncomfortable. to keep everybody suffering 'most a week so you boys had a good time. "Say. and started to slink away. Old Hundred swelled up with a triumphant burst. landing five or six miles below the village. CHAPTER XVIII THAT was Tom's great secret--the scheme to return home with his brother pirates and attend their own funerals. and while it shook the rafters Tom Sawyer the Pirate looked around upon the envying juveniles abou t him and confessed in his heart that this was the proudest moment of his life. at dusk on Saturday. "and I believe you would if you had thought of it. 'Twould 'a' spoiled everything. it ain't fair. if you'd thought of it?" "I--well. Somebody's got to be glad to see Huck. a ruin of drooping rags. and v ery attentive to his wants." . If you could come over on a log to go to your funeral . Tom. and had then cr ept through back lanes and alleys and finished their sleep in the gallery of the church among a chaos of invalided benches. now. There was an unusual amount of talk. they had slept in the woods at the edge of the town till nearly daylight. I don't say it wasn't a fine joke. not knowing exactly what to do or where to hide from so m any unwelcoming eyes.

"Tom. lots. Come!" Tom pressed his fingers on his forehead an anxious minute. Tom! The wind did blow something. and then said: "I've got it now! I've got it now! It blowed the candle!" "Mercy on us! Go on." "Now. I believe that that door--'" "Go ON. ain't it?" "It ain't much--a cat does that much--but it's better than nothing. Tom. "it's only Tom's giddy way--he is always in such a rush that he never thinks of anything. 'Why." "As I'm sitting here. and wish you'd cared a little more for me when it would have cost you so little." said Tom." said Tom. she was here! Did you dream any more?" "Oh. now. Tom--go on!" "And it seems to me that you said. auntie. Tom!" "Just let me study a moment--just a moment." "Now. I hoped you loved me that much." "Why." said Aunt Polly. when it's too late. "It would have been something if you'd cared enough to TH INK of it. auntie." "Well." "Well." pleaded Mary. that ain't any harm. anyway. What did you dream?" "Why. And Sid would have come and DONE it." "More's the pity. and Mary next to him. but it seems like as if you made S id go and--and--" "Well? Well? What did I make him do. That's something. Wednesday night I dreamt that you was sitting over there by the bed. "but I dreamt about y ou. t oo." "And I dreamt that Joe Harper's mother was here. I'm glad your dreams could take even that muc h trouble about us. some day. But it's so dim. with a repentant tone. even if you didn't DO it. Oh. and S id was sitting by the woodbox. you'll look back. yes--you said you believed the d oor was open. I did! Didn't I. you know I do care for you. try to recollect--can't you?" "Somehow it seems to me that the wind--the wind blowed the--the--" "Try harder. "I'd know it better if you acted more like it. Sid would have thought. so we did. Mary! Go on!" "And then--and then--well I won't be certain." "I wish now I'd thought. with a grieved tone that discomforted the boy. So we always do. Tom? What did I make him do?" .

and then you and old Miss Harper hugged and cried. and I was so sorry that I took and wrote on a piece of sycamore bark. and you told abo ut Peter and the Painkiller--" "Just as true as I live!" "And then there was a whole lot of talk 'bout dragging the river for us. Go on. Tom!" "And then you began to cry. some wheres!" "And Mrs. or something. go on. neither." "It happened just so! It happened just so. and then you looked so good. laying there asleep. for the land's sake! I tell ME there ain't anything his before I'm an hour older. Tom!" "Then Sid he said--he said--" "I don't think I said anything. that I . as sure as I'm a-sitting in these ver y tracks.' and put it on th e table by the candle. you couldn't told it more like if you'd 'a' seen it! And then what? Go on." "And so it was! Well. Harper she began to cry. Tom?" "He said--I THINK he said he hoped I was better off where I was gone to. and she wish ed she hadn't whipped him for taking cream when she'd throwed it out her own sel f--" "Tom! The sperrit was upon you! You was a prophesying--that's what you was doing ! Land alive. Tom. And you went to bed. any more. d'you hear that! It was his very words!" "And you shut him up sharp." "I lay I did! There must 'a' been an angel there. ge 'bout superstition. and 'bo ut having the funeral Sunday."You made him--you--Oh. Tom!" "Then I thought you prayed for me--and I could see you and hear every word you s aid. Sid. never heard the beat of that in all my days! Don't in dreams. and not any more responsible than--than--I thin k it was a colt. but if I'd been better sometimes--" "THERE. "Shut your heads and let Tom go on! What did he say. There WAS an angel there." said Sid. "Yes you did. Not the first time. Sereny Harper shall know of t I'd like to see her get around THIS with her rubba Tom!" "Oh. Harper told about Joe scaring her with a firecracker." "Well. goodness gracious! Go on. So I did. and she went. Next you said I warn't BAD. now. and said Joe was just the same. And then--" "Then Mrs. you made him shut it. 'We ain't dead--we are only off being pirates." said Mary. it's all getting just as bright as day." "So I did. on ly mischeevous and harum-scarum.

Here's a big Milum apple I've been saving for you. Mary. He moved away and joined a group of boys and girls and began to talk." The children left for school.thought I went and leaned over and kissed you on the lips. At school the children made so much of him and of Joe. Tom--take yourselves off--you've hendered me lon g enough." "Did you. I'm thankful to the good God and Father of us all I 've got you back. She said to a girl almost at Tom's elbow--with sha m vivacity: . Soon he ob served that she was tripping gayly back and forth with flushed face and dancing eyes. and tolerated by him. but moved with a dignified swagger as became a pirate who felt that the public eye was on him. Then she observed that now Tom was talking more particularly to Amy Lawrence than to any one else. and delivered such eloque nt admiration from their eyes. Smaller boys than him self flocked at his heels. even though it was only a--dream. but her feet were treacherous. And indeed it was. too. the very summit of glory was reached. Tom. Sid! A body does just the same in a dream as he'd do if he was awake." Sid soliloquized just audi bly. He would live for glory." They began to tell their adventures to hungry listeners--b ut they only began. "It was very kind. And finally. and his glittering notor iety. Now that he was distinguished. and screaming with laughter whe n she made a capture. but they were consuming with envy. Harper and vanqui sh her realism with Tom's marvellous dream. Boys of his own size pretended not to know he had been a way at all. if you was ever found ag ain--now go 'long to school. sighing once or twice and glancing furtively and wis tfully toward Tom. but if only the wo rthy ones got His blessings and had His hand to help them over the rough places. and carr ied her to the group instead. he tried not to seem to see the looks or hear the remark s as he passed along." Well. "Shut up. She felt a sharp pang and grew disturbed a nd uneasy at once. Presently she arrived. with imaginations like theirs to furnish material. though goodness knows I'm unworthy of it. and the old lady to call on Mrs. and that she seemed to cast a conscious eye in his direction at such tim es. Presently she gave over skylarking. Tom decided that he could be independent of Becky Thatcher now. maybe she would be wanting to "make up. nevertheless. let her--she should see that he could be as indiffe rent as some other people. now! He did not go skipping and prancing. it was not a thing likely to have an end. 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. that the two heroes were not long in becoming ins ufferably "stuck-up. there's few enough would smile here or ever enter into His rest when the long n ight comes. She tried to go away. but he noticed that she always made her captures in his vi cinity. without any mistakes in it!" What a hero Tom was become. it only "set him up" the more and made him the more diligent to av oid betraying that he knew she was about. Go 'long Sid. Tom. pretending to be busy chasing schoolmates. Tom pretended not to see her. and so. but they were food and drink to him. They would have giv en anything to have that swarthy suntanned skin of his. a s if he had been the drummer at the head of a procession or the elephant leading a menagerie into town. Sid had better judgment than to utte r the thought that was in his mind as he left the house. It was this: "Pretty th in--as long a dream as that. Glory was suffic ient. as proud to be seen with him. that's long-suffering and merciful to them that believe on Him and keep His word. It gratified all the vicious vanity that was in him. when they got out their pipes and went serenely puffing around. instead of winning him. and Tom would not have parted with either for a circus. an d moved irresolutely about.

When is it going to be?" "By and by. she hid these s igns with a forced gayety and went on chattering. I saw YOU. still talking. Maybe about vacation." And so on. with clapping of joyful hands till all the group had begged for invit ations but Tom and Amy. every one that's friends urtively at Tom. and out of everything else." "Oh. At last he spied her. and gave her plaited tails a shake and said she knew what SHE'D do. She roused up. now. till the bell rang. and their heads so close together over the book." "Oh. and she glanced ever so f right along to Amy Lawrence about the terrible st lightning tore the great sycamore tree "all to fl within three feet of it. may I come?" said Grace Miller." "And me. why didn't you come to Sunday-school?" "I did come--didn't you see me?" "Why." "And me?" said Sally Rogers. with a vindictive cast in her eye. and took Amy with him." "Well. she will. now." "That's ever so nice. it's funny I didn't see you." "Oh. Becky's lips trembled and the tears came to her eyes. that they did not seem to be conscious of anything in the world besides. At recess Tom continued his flirtation with Amy with jubilant self-satisfaction. with w ounded pride. He called himse ."Why. Mary Austin! you bad girl. won't it be fun! You going to have all the girls and boys?" "Yes. "Yes. Who's going to give it?" "My ma's going to let me have one. He began to hate himself for throwing away the chance Becky had offered for a reconciliation." "Oh." Then she sat moody. Jealousy ran red-hot through Tom's veins. she got away as soon as she could an d hid herself and had what her sex call "a good cry. that's jolly. "And Joe?" "Yes. The picnic's for me. but there was a sudden falling of his mercury. I wanted to tell you about the picni c. I hope she'll let ME come. goody. and I want you. Then Tom turned coolly away. She'll let anybody come that I want. no! Did you? Where did you sit?" "I was in Miss Peters' class. too?" said Susy Harper. And he kept drifting about to find Becky and lacerate her with the performance. She was si tting cosily on a little bench behind the schoolhouse looking at a picture-book with Alfred Temple--and so absorbed were they. "Yes. but the life had gone out of t he picnic." "Did you? Why. where I always go. and how the inders" while he was "standing to me--or wants to be". but he talked orm on the island.

"Any boy in the whole town but that Saint Louis smarty that thinks he dresses so fine and is aristocracy! Oh. she had changed her mind. "Oh. do you? You holler ' nough. but she said: "Go away and leave me alone. kept exclaiming: "Oh. When poor Alfr ed. gravity and absent-mindedness followed. And it maddened him to see. no Tom came. and she knew she was winning her fight. I licked you the first day you ever saw this town. He gratefully opened to the lesson for the afternoon and pou red ink upon the page. but as the minutes dragged along and no Tom came to suffer. you do. as he thought he saw. to sear his eyeballs with the hateful spectacle there. Amy's happy prattle became intolerable. Tom fled home at noon. and then melancholy. and got up and walked away. then. and his jealousy could bear no more of the other distress. He coul d not help it. But she di d see. He kept drifting to the rear of the schoolhouse. Here w as his opportunity.lf a fool. but T om's tongue had lost its function. She resolved to let him get whipped on the damaged spellin . a ll right. Becky. Tom hinted at things he had to attend to . He was far from hating Tom the less when this thought occurred to him. and all the hard names he could think of. as they walked. now. don't bother me! I don't care for them!" and burst into tears. wondering what he could have done--for she had said she would look at pictures all through the nooning--and she walked on. and was glad t o see him suffer as she had suffered. and time was fleeting. Tom would be thankful and their troubles would be healed. Tom's spelling-book fell under his eye. At last she grew entirely miserable and wished she hadn't carried it so far. "Oh. 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. "Any other boy!" Tom thought. do you? Now. without discovering herself. glancing in at a window behind him at the moment. crying. her triumph began to cloud and she lost interest. hating her for it. He did not hear what Amy was saying. His conscience could not endure any more of Amy's gratefu l happiness. He was humiliated and angry. Becky re sumed her picture inspections with Alfred. and said. Amy chatted happily along. and when ever she paused expectantly he could only stammer an awkward assent. saw the act. he did not know how. and I'll li ck you again! You just wait till I catch you out! I'll just take and--" And he went through the motions of thrashing an imaginary boy --pummelling the air. intending to find To m and tell him. seeing that he was losing her. Before she was half way home. He wanted to cry with vexat ion. and moved on. things that must be done. He eas ily guessed his way to the truth--the girl had simply made a convenience of him to vent her spite upon Tom Sawyer. however. Then Alfre d went musing into the deserted schoolhouse. and kicking and gouging. two or three times she pri cked up her ear at a footstep. that Becky That cher never once suspected that he was even in the land of the living. "Oh. mister. She started homeward. let that learn you!" And so the imaginary flogging was finished to his satisfaction. Tom thought. Alfred dropped alongside and was going to try to comfort her. again and again. but it was a false hope. for her heart was singing. can't you! I hate you!" So the boy halted. which was a s often misplaced as otherwise. hang her. He wished there was some way to get that boy into trou ble without much risk to himself. nevertheless. he re's a jolly one! look at this!" she lost patience at last. But in vain--the girl chirped on. And he hastened away. too. The thought of Tom's treatment of her when she was talking about her picnic came scorching back and f illed her with shame. grating his teeth.

like an old softy. I would be the thankfullest soul in this world if I could believe you ever had as good a thought as that. auntie--I wish I may never stir if I didn't. I wish. I wish I hadn't done it--but I didn't think. when l o and behold you she'd found out from Joe that you was over here and heard all t he talk we had that night. and I couldn't somehow bear to spoil it. CHAPTER XIX TOM arrived at home in a dreary mood. To m. So I just put the bark back in my pocket and kept mum." "I'd give the whole world to believe that--it would cover up a power of sins. and the first thing his aunt said to him s howed him that he had brought his sorrows to an unpromising market: "Tom. But it ain't reasonable. Tom. but I didn't mean to be mean. and to hate him forever. It merely looked mean and shabby now." "Oh. you never think. but you know you never did--and I know it. then?" "It was to tell you not to be uneasy about us. I don't know what is to become of a boy that wil l act like that. It only makes things a hundred times worse." "What did you come for." "Tom. you see. And besides. be cause. e xpecting I'm going to make her believe all that rubbage about that dream. now. auntie." "Oh. you've done enough. because we hadn't got drownded." "It ain't a lie." This was a new aspect of the thing. Tom." "Auntie." "Indeed and 'deed I did. honest. and very ingenious. He hung his head and could not think of anything to say for a moment. when you got to talking about the funeral. Tom. I didn't. I just got all full of the idea of our coming and hiding in the church. I didn't come over here to laugh at you that night. what have I done?" "Well. You could think to come all the way over here from Jackson's Island in the ni ght to laugh at our troubles. I'd 'most be glad you'd run off and acted so bad. His smartness of the morning had seemed to T om a good joke before. Here I go over to Sereny Harper. into the bargain. I wanted to keep you from grieving--tha t was all that made me come. don't lie--don't do it. child. child?" "Why. it's the truth. I know now it was mean. you'd wake d up when I kissed you--I do. why didn't you tell me. You never think of anything but your own selfishnes s." "What bark?" "The bark I had wrote on to tell you we'd gone pirating. and you could think to fool me with a lie about a dream. Then he s aid: "Auntie. but you couldn't ever think to pity us and save us from sorrow." .g-book's account. I've a notion to skin you alive!" "Auntie. 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. honest. Tom.

now. and said to herself: "No. when she kissed Tom. and imagining how he would tro unce her if she were. Once more she ventured. Mr. So he said nothing. with it in her hand. Tom?" "Why. Miss Smarty?" until the right time to say it had gone by. I don't dare." "What did you kiss me for. Twice she put out her han d to take the garment again. I won't ever." She tossed her head and passed on. Tom!--and be off with you to school. yes. H is mood always determined his manner. and don't bother me an y more. ever do that way again." The words sounded like truth. Then she stopped. that swept a way his low spirits and made him lighthearted and happy again. He moped into the schoolyard wishing she were a boy. an d this time she fortified herself with the thought: "It's a good lie--it's a goo d lie--I won't let it grieve me. I won't look. and I'm so sorry. A moment late r she was reading Tom's piece of bark through flowing tears and saying: "I could forgive the boy. Tom?" "Because I loved you so. and stood by musing a minute.The hard lines in his aunt's face relaxed and a sudden tenderness dawned in her eyes." "Are you sure you did. auntie--certain sure. The old lady could not hide a tremor in her voice when she said: "Kiss me again." The moment he was gone. she ran to a closet and got out the ruin of a jacket whi ch Tom had gone pirating in. if he'd committed a million sins!" CHAPTER XX THERE was something about Aunt Polly's manner. nevertheless. Without a moment's hesitation he ran to he r and said: "I acted mighty mean to-day. Tom?" "Why. I did. and twice she refrained." She put the jacket away. essed lie. It . and the angry breach was complete. But I out it's a lie. Thomas Sawyer. as long as ever I live--please make up. I hope the Lord--I KNOW the Lord because it was such goodheartedness in him to tell it. He started to sch ool and had the luck of coming upon Becky Thatcher at the head of Meadow Lane. and you laid there moaning and I was so sorry. yes. I'll never spea k to you again. I reckon he's lied about it--but it's a blessed. won't you?" The girl stopped and looked him scornfully in the face: "I'll thank you to keep yourself TO yourself. But he was in a fine rage. Tom was so stunned that he had not even prese nce of mind enough to say "Who cares. "DID you kiss me. there's will forgive him. now. bl such a comfort come from it. He presently encountered her and delivered a stinging rema rk as he passed. I did. She hurled one in return. don't want to find Poor boy." So she sought the jacket pocket. Becky.

but the chance never came. and the n ext instant she had the book in her hands. and then added: "All right. though. Tom stood still. The master . she did not know how fast she was nearing trouble herself. of course I ain't going to tell old Dobbins on this little fool. T hen he'll do just the way he always does--ask first one and then t'other. but poverty had decreed that he should be no thing higher than a village schoolmaster. . as Becky was passin g by the desk. to sneak up on a person and loo k at what they're looking at. to be a doctor. Well." "How could I know you was looking at anything?" "You ought to be ashamed of yourself. hateful. an d there was no way of getting at the facts in the case. Mr. she 'd like to see me in just such a fix--let her sweat it out!" Tom joined the mob of skylarking scholars outside. and had the hard luck to tear the pictured page half down the middl e. you are just as mean as you can be. She'll get licked. bu t what of it? Old Dobbins will ask who it was tore his book. in her hot resentment. Becky snatched at the book to close it. They ain't got any backbone.seemed to Becky. rather flustered by this onslaught. so she began to turn the leaves. The title-page--Professor Somebody's ANATOMY--carried no information to her mind. without any telling. Every boy and gir l had a theory about the nature of that book. In a few moments the master a rrived and school "took in. and burst out crying wit h shame and vexation. but no two theories were alike. it's a kind of a tight place for Becky Thatcher. Well." Tom conned the thing a moment longer. stark naked. because there's other ways of getting even on her." Then she stamped her little foot and said: "BE so mean if you want to! I know something that's going to happen. He kept that book under lock and key. what shall I do. because there ain't any way out of it . Nobody'll answer. Girls' faces a lways tell on them. had reached middle age with an unsatisfied ambition. Presently he said to himsel f: "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 c hicken-hearted. Now. turned the key. and I never wa s whipped in school. you know you're going to tell on me. found herself alone. which stood near the door. hateful!"--and she flung out of the house w ith a new explosion of crying. At that moment a shadow fell on the page and Tom Sawyer stepped in at the door and caught a glimpse of the picture. There was not an urchin in school but was perishing to have a glimpse of it. and wh en he comes to the right girl he'll know it. She thrust the volume into the desk." Tom did not feel a strong interest in his studies. If she had had any lingering notion of exposing Alfred Temple. what shall I do! I'll be whipped. she noticed that the key was in the lo ck! It was a precious moment. You just wa it and you'll see! Hateful. Dobbins. and oh. Tom's offensive fling had driven it entirely away. "Tom Sawyer. The darling of his desires was. Poor girl." she was so impatient to see Tom flogged for the injured spelling-book . that ain't so mean. Every day he took a mysterious book ou t of his desk and absorbed himself in it at times when no classes were reciting. Tom Sawyer. Sh e came at once upon a handsomely engraved and colored frontispiece--a human figu re. She glanced around. that she could hardly wait for school t o "take in.

the master sat nodding in his throne. but seemed undecided whether to take it out or leave it. There was that in it which smote even the innocent with fear. Every eye sa nk under his gaze. She did not expect that Tom could get out of his trouble by de nying that he spilt the ink on the book himself. "he'll tell about me tearing the picture sure. I wouldn't say a word. There was no help f or Becky now. spring through the door and fly. yawned. Good!--he had an inspiration! He would ru n and snatch the book. the air was drows y with the hum of study. for h e thought it was possible that he had unknowingly upset the ink on the spellingbook himself. Becky roused up from her lethargy of distress and showed good interest in the proceedings. then turned to the girls: "Amy Lawrence?" A shake of the head. and the chance was lost--the master opened the volume. but she found she was not cer tain. When the worst came to the worst. did you tear this book?" A denial. But his resolution shook for one little instant. One could have heard a pin drop. Mr. Dobbins fing ered his book absently for a while. The master scanned the ranks of boys--considered a whil e. did you?" Another denial. "Benjamin Rogers. with a gun levelled at its head. Considering all things. and had stuck to the denial from principle. "Joseph Harper. Dobbins straightened himself up. Then he spoke: "Who tore this book?" There was not a sound. Becky supposed she would be glad of that. in some skylarking bout--he had denied it for form's sake and beca use it was custom. He could get up no e xultation that was really worthy the name. "Gracie Miller?" . The stillness continued. A whole hour drifted by. Instantly he forgot his quarrel with her. he did not w ant to pity her. Quick--something must be done! done in a flash. He had seen a hunted and helpless rabbit look as she did. not to save his life!" Tom took his whipping and went back to his seat not at all broken-hearted. and reached for his book. The next moment the master faced the school. then unlocked his desk. and she was right. Presently the spelling-book discovery was made. Tom's uneasiness grew more and more intense under the slow tortu re of these proceedings. There was silence while one might count ten --the master was gathering his wrath.Every time he stole a glance at the girls' side of the room Becky's face troubled him. then took it out and settled himself in his chair to read! Tom shot a glance at Becky. and Tom's mind was entirely full of his own matters for a while after that. Most of the pupils glanced up languidly. but she made an effort and forced herself to keep still--because . Mr. said she to herself. The denial o nly seemed to make the thing worse for Tom. By and by. Another pause. he said. too! But the very imminence of the emergency paralyzed his invention. she had an impulse to get up and tell on Alfred Temple. the master searched face after face for signs of guilt. but there w ere two among them that watched his movements with intent eyes. and she tried to believe she was glad of it. and yet it was all he could do to help it. If Tom only had the wasted opportunity back again! Too late.

he took without an outcry the most merciless flaying that eve n Mr. he had only reached middle age. Only the biggest boys. grew severer and more exacting than ever. the master always prepared himself for great occasions by getting pretty well fuddled. did you do this?" Another negative. The schoolmaster. told him the scheme. and there would be nothing to interfere w ith the plan. a perfectly bald and shiny head. They swore in the sign-painter's boy. At last the y conspired together and hit upon a plan that promised a dazzling victory. As the great day approached. The master's wife would go on a visit to the country in a few days. for the master boarded in his father's fam ily and had given the boy ample cause to hate him. look me in the face" [her hands rose in appeal] --"did you tear this book?" A thought shot like lightning through Tom's brain. for with sh ame and repentance Becky had told him all.The same sign. escap ed lashing. how COULD you be so noble!" CHAPTER XXI VACATION was approaching. and asked his help. for although he carried. too. and the sign-painter's boy said that when the dominie had r eached the proper condition on Examination Evening he would "manage the thing" w . that the smaller boys spe nt their days in terror and suffering and their nights in plotting revenge. and also received with indifference the add ed cruelty of a command to remain two hours after school should be dismissed--fo r he knew who would wait for him outside till his captivity was done. He had his own reasons for being delighted. but even the longing for vengeance had to give way. to gather his dismembered faculties. either. the adoration that shone upon him out of poo r Becky's eyes seemed pay enough for a hundred floggings. The consequence was. and when he stepped forward to go to his puni shment the surprise. all the tyranny that was in him came to the surface. soon. His rod and his ferule were seldom idle now--at least among the small er pupils. for he wanted the school to make a good showing on "Examina tion" day. and young ladies of eighteen and twenty. Dobbins' lashings were very vigorous ones. Tom was trembling from head to foot with excitement and a sense of the hopelessness of the situation. He sprang to his feet and sho uted--"I done it!" The school stared in perplexity at this incredible folly. "Susan Harper. They threw away no opportunity to do the master a mischief. he seemed to take a vindictive pleasure in punishing the least shortcomings. Tom stood a moment. Dobbins had ever administered. to pleasanter musings. under his wig. an d he fell asleep at last with Becky's latest words lingering dreamily in his ear -"Tom. and not co unt the tedious time as loss. The next girl was Becky Thatcher. always severe. and there was no sign of feebleness in his muscle. But he kept ahead all th e time. Tom went to bed that night planning vengeance against Alfred Temple. Inspired by the splend or of his own act. "Rebecca Thatcher" [Tom glanced at her face--it was white with terror] --"did you tear--no. Mr. the gratitude. The retribution that followed every vengeful success was so sweeping and majestic that the boys always retired from the field badly worsted. not forgetting her own treachery.

and a spelling fight ." etc. "Filial Love". In the fulness of time the interesting occasion arrived. A very little boy stood up and sheepishly recited. All the rest of the house was filled with non-participating scholars. The prime feature of the evening wa s in order. "Memories of Other Days". rows of gawky bi g boys." and other declamatory gems. "Heart Longings. performed a com passion-inspiring curtsy. To his left. and adorned with wreaths and festoons of foliage and flowers. No matter what the subject might be. The exercises began. got her meed of applause. back of t he rows of citizens. There was a weak attempt at applause. with fine fu ry and frantic gesticulation. Tom struggled awhile and then retired. now--original "compositions" by the young ladies. their grandmothers' ancient trinkets. too. etc. their grandmothers. a brain-racki . The master frowned. wh ich was even worse than its sympathy. was a spacious temporary platform upon which were seated th e scholars who were to take part in the exercises of the evening. A prevalent feature in these compositions was a nursed and petted melancholy. and sat down flushed and hap py. "You'd s carce expect one of my age to speak in public on the stage. "Religion in History".hile he napped in his chair. The themes were the same that had been illuminated upon similar occasions by their mothers before them. At eight in the evening the schoolhouse was brilliantly lighted. He was looking tolerably mellow. also "The Assyrian Came Down. though cruelly scared. and proceeded to read.. and broke down in the middle of it. "Dream Land". True. but it died early. and got a fine round of applause when he made his manufactured bow and retired. A little shamefaced girl lisped. "Melancholy". then he would have him awakened at the right time a nd hurried away to school." etc.--accompanying himself with the painfully exact and spasmodic gestures which a machine might ha ve used--supposing the machine to be a trifle out of order. "Forms of Political Government Compared and Contras ted". his legs quaked under him and he was like to choke. held up her manu script (tied with dainty ribbon). utterly defeated. snowbanks of girls and young ladies clad in lawn and muslin and conspicu ously conscious of their bare arms. Then there were reading exercises. and a peculiarity that conspicuously marked and marred them was the inveterate and intolerable sermon that wagged its crippled tail at the end o f each and every one of them. But he got through s afely. 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. "Mary had a little lamb. A ghastly stag e-fright seized him. and this completed the disaster. rows of small boys. "The Advantages of Culture". Each in her turn s tepped forward to the edge of the platform. another was a tendency to lug in by the ears particularly prized words and phrases until they were wor n entirely out. an other was a wasteful and opulent gush of "fine language". "Frie ndship" was one." etc. The meagre Latin class recited with honor. with labored attention to "expression" and punctuation. "The Boy Stood on the Burning Deck" followed. h e had the manifest sympathy of the house but he had the house's silence. washed and dressed to an intolerable state of discomfort. Tom Sawyer stepped forward with conceited confidence and soared into the unquenc hable and indestructible "Give me liberty or give me death" speech. cleared her throat. with his blackboard behind him. their bits of pink and blue ribbon and the flowers in their hair.. The master sat throned in his great chair upon a raised platform. and do ubtless all their ancestors in the female line clear back to the Crusades.

" The first composition that was read was one entitled "Is this. her eye is brightest. the voluptuous votary of fashion se es herself amid the festive throng. But after a while she finds that beneath this goodly exterior. whose face had the "interesting" paleness th at comes of pills and indigestion. In fancy. is whirling through the mazes of the joyous danc e. Then arose a slim. 'the observed of all effort was made to squirm it into some aspect or other that the moral and rel igious mind could contemplate with edification. There is no school in all our land where the young ladies d o not feel obliged to close their compositions with a sermon. Home ly truth is unpalatable. and after the thing had closed with a peculiarly afflicti ng sermon the applause was enthusiastic. 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. There was a buzz of gratification from time to time duri ng the reading. accompanied by whispered ejaculations of "How sweet!" "How eloqu ent!" "So true!" etc. with what delightful emotions does the youthful mi nd look forward to some anticipated scene of festivity! Imagination is busy sket ching rose-tinted pictures of joy. good-bye! I love thee well! But yet for a while do I leave thee now! Sad. the ball-room has lost its charms. The glaring insincerity of these sermons was not sufficient to compass the banishment of the fashion from the sc hools. perhaps. "In such delicious fancies time quickly glides by. sad thoughts of thee my heart doth swell.. she turns away with the con viction that earthly pleasures cannot satisfy the longings of the soul!" And so forth and so on. her step is lightest in the gay assembly. all is vanity. melancholy girl. it never will be sufficient while the wo rld stands. yes. then. of which she has had such bright dreams .' Her gracefu l form. . But enough of this. and it is not sufficient to-day. and read a "poem." Two stanzas of it will do: "A MISSOURI MAIDEN'S FAREWELL TO ALABAMA "Alabama. now grates harshly upon her ear. arrayed in snowy robes. and with wasted health and imbittered heart. Let us return to the "Examination. the flattery which once charmed her soul. How fairy-like does everything appear to her enchanted vision! Each new scene is more charming than the last. Life?" Perhaps the reader can endure an extract from it : "In the common walks of life. and the welcome hour arrives for her entrance into the Elysian world. And burning recollections th rong my brow! For I have wandered through thy flowery woods.

Have listened to Tallassee's warring floods. solemn tone: "A VISION "Dark and tempestuous was night. and blustered about as if to enhance by their aid the wildness of the scene. but the poem was very sati sfactory.' came to my side. so dreary. my counsellor. b ut instead thereof. Nor blush to turn behind my tearful eyes. but the deep intonations of the heavy thunder constantly vibrated upon the ear. "At such a time. Whose vales I leave--whose spires fade fast from me And cold must be mine eyes. assumed a tragic expression. When. seeming to scorn the power exerted over its terror by the illustrious Franklin! Even the boisterous winds unanimously came forth from their mystic homes. "'My dearest friend. for human sympathy my very spirit sighed. who paus ed an impressive moment. And wooed on Coosa's side Aurora's beam. 'Tis from no stranger land I now must part. so dark. Welcome and home were mine within this State. She moved like one of . and began to read in a mea sured. and heart. black-eyed. black-haired young lady. Around the throne on high not a single star quivered. and tete.Have roamed and read near Tallapoosa's stream. 'Tis to no strangers left I yield these sighs. whilst the terrific lightning revelled in angry mood through the cloudy chambers of heaven. my comforter and guide--My joy in grief. dear Alabama! they turn cold on thee!" There were very few there who knew what "tete" meant. my second bliss in joy. nevertheless. Next appeared a dark-complexioned. "Yet shame I not to bear an o'er-full heart.

those bright beings pictured in the sunny walks of fancy's Eden by the romantic and young. mellow almost to the verge of geniality. Vacation had come. The tittering rose higher and higher-the cat was within six inches of the absorbed teacher's head--down. NOTE:--The pretended "compositions" quoted in this chapter are taken without alt eration from a volume entitled "Prose and Poetry. He threw his entire attention upon his work. The m ayor of the village. A strange sadness rested upon her features. and the tittering was more pronoun ced. to exercise the geography class upon. and she grabbed his wig with her desperate claws. and hence are much . she swung d ownward and clawed at the intangible air. clung to it. and yet the tittering continued. The boys were avenged. 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. made a warm sp eech in which he said that it was by far the most "eloquent" thing he had ever l istened to. He sponged out lines and remade the m. put his chair aside. tu rned his back to the audience. but he only distorted them more than ever. and was snatched up into the garret in an instant with her trophy still in her possessi on! And how the light did blaze abroad from the master's bald pate--for the sign -painter's boy had GILDED it! That broke up the meeting. in delivering the prize to the author of it. in passing. she would have glided away un-perceived--unsought. and began to draw a map of America on the blackbo ard. like icy tears upon the robe of December. and set himself to right it. And well it might. it failed to make even a sound. suspended around the haunches by a string. as if determined not to b e put down by the mirth. He knew what the matter was. But he made a sad business of it with his unsteady hand. by a Western Lady"--but they are exactly and precisely after the schoolgirl pattern. a queen of beauty unadorned save by her own transcendent loveliness. as she pointed to the contending elements without. he imagin ed he was succeeding. Th is composition was considered to be the very finest effort of the evening. and bade me contemplate the two beings presented. that the number of compositions in which the wor d "beauteous" was over-fondled." was up to the usual average. So soft was her step. He felt that all eyes were fastened upon him. now. and human experience referred to as "life's page . and but for the magical thrill imparted by her genial touch. and that Daniel Webster himself might well be proud of it. Now the master." 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. It may be remarked. down. pierced with a scuttle over hi s head. There was a garret above. a litt le lower. as other unobtrusive beauties. and down through this scuttle came a cat. and a smothered titter rippled over the house. it even manifestly increa sed.

too. being attracted by the showy c haracter of their "regalia. chewing. The Cadets paraded in a style calculated to kill t he late member with envy. Fourth of July was coming. however --there was something in that. an actual United States Senator. proved an overwhelming disap pointment--for he was not twenty-five feet high. but they were so few and so delightful that they only made the aching voids between ache the harder. At last he was pronounced upon the mend--a nd then convalescent. two for girls--and then circusing was abandoned. Becky Thatcher was gone to her Constantinople home to stay with her parents duri ng vacation--so there was no bright side to life anywhere. The boys played circus for three days afterward in tents made of rag carpeting--admission. and made a sensation. Mr. nor even anywhere in the neighb orhood of it. Tom soon found himself tormented with a desir e to drink and swear. Tom was a free boy again. 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 t he order. The funeral was a fine thing. and felt a sense of injury." He promised to abstain from smoking. and so he abandone d it. Now he found out a new thing--namely. since he was so high an official. He could drink and swear. Sometimes his hopes ran high--so high that he would venture to get out his regalia and practise before the looking-glass. justice of the peace. three pins for boys. and the charm of it. who was apparently on his deathbed and would have a big public funeral. . But the Judge had a most discouraging way of fluctuating. Benton. A circus came. now--but found to his s urprise that he did not want to. To m and Joe Harper got up a band of performers and were happy for two days. He han ded in his resignation at once--and that night the Judge suffered a relapse and died. A phrenologist and a mesmerizer came--and went again and left the village duller and drearier than ever. 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. He attempted a diary--but nothing happened during three days. for it rained hard. During three days Tom was deeply concerned about the Judge's condition and hungr y for news of it. Tom was disgusted. Tom resolved that he would never trust a man like that again. There were some boys-and-girls' parties. took the desire away. Even the Glorious Fourth was in some sense a failure. there was no procession in consequence. and p rofanity as long as he remained a member. and the greatest man in the world (as Tom supp osed). The first of all the negro minstrel shows came to town. but he soon gave that up --gave it up before he had worn his shackles over forty-eight hours--and fixed h is hopes upon old Judge Frazer. Tom presently wondered to find that his coveted vacation was beginning to hang a little heavily on his hands.happier than any mere imitations could be. CHAPTER XXII TOM joined the new order of Cadets of Temperance. The simple fact that he could.

He found Joe Harper and Huck Finn up an alley eating a stolen melon. but still he could not be comfo rtable in the midst of this gossip. with driving rain. It became the absorbing topic of village talk immediately. a melancholy change had come over everything and ev ery creature. During two long weeks Tom lay a prisoner. The three weeks he spent o n his back this time seemed an entire age. Poor lads! they--like Tom--had suffered a relaps e. CHAPTER XXIII AT last the sleepy atmosphere was stirred--and vigorously: the murder trial came on in the court. a bird. Moreover. dead to the world and its happenings. he was interested in nothing. He sought Ben Rogers. who called his attention to the precious blessing of his late mea sles as a warning. He believed he had taxed the forbea rance of the powers above to the extremity of endurance and that this was the re sult. When he got upon his feet at last and moved feebly down-town. awful claps of thunder and blinding sheets of lightning. remembering how lonely was his estate. It was a very cancer for permanency and pain. forever and forever. how companionless and forlorn he was. It might have seemed to him a waste of pomp and ammunition to kill a bug w ith a battery of artillery. in the presence of her victim.The dreadful secret of the murder was a chronic misery. and when. "Huck. his heart broke and he crep t home and to bed realizing that he alone of all the town was lost. Every boy he encountered added another ton to his depression. His second was to wait--fo r there might not be any more storms. for he had not the shadow of a doubt that all this hubbub was about him. By and by the tempest spent itself and died without accomplishing its object. There had been a "revival. He found Joe Harper stud ying a Testament. but there seemed nothing incongruous about the getti ng up such an expensive thunderstorm as this to knock the turf from under an ins ect like himself." not only the adults. He was very ill. He covered his head with the bedcloth es and waited in a horror of suspense for his doom. He drifted listlessly down the street and fou nd Jim Hollis acting as judge in a juvenile court that was trying a cat for murd er. H e took Huck to a lonely place to have a talk with him. for his troubled conscience and fears almost persuaded him that these re marks were put forth in his hearing as "feelers". to divide his burden of distress with an other sufferer. Tom went about. he flew for refuge at last to the bosom of Huckleberr y Finn and was received with a Scriptural quotation. hoping against hope for the sight of one blessed sinful face. And that night there came on a terrific storm. and reform. The next day the doctors were back. and turned sadly away from the depressing spectacle. It kept him in a cold shiver all the time. and found him visiting the poor with a basket of tracts." and everybody had "got religion. in desperation. but even the b oys and girls. He hunted up Jim Hollis. he did not see how he could be suspected of knowing anything about the murder. have you ever told anybody about--that?" . When he got abroad at last he was har dly grateful that he had been spared. Th e boy's first impulse was to be grateful. Then came the measles. Every reference to the murder sent a shudder to his heart. It would be some relief t o unseal his tongue for a little while. Tom had relapsed. he wanted to assure himself that Huck had remained dis creet. Tom could not get away from it. but disappointment crossed him everywhere.

" "Yes. so help me. And besides. but lord." "Never a word?" "Never a solitary word. Huck. if I wanted that half-breed devil to drownd me they could get me to tell. Lord." "My! we couldn't get him out. we wouldn't be alive two days if that got found out. Muff Potter all the time. it's just Muff Potter. he's mended kites for me. and lots of times he's kind of stood by me when I was out of luck. once. Just fishes a little." Tom felt more comfortable. It ke eps me in a sweat. they'd k etch him again." "Why. YOU know that. 'twouldn't do any good. when the re warn't enough for two. But I hate to hear 'em abuse him so like the dickens when h e never done--that." "I do too. we all do that--leastways most of us--preach ers and such like. and they wonder he wasn't ever hung before. He ain't no account. could they?" "Get me to tell? Why. Huck? I've heard a power of it." "Talk? Well. I reckon he's a goner. sometimes?" "Most always--most always. Don't you feel sorry for him." "Well. What makes you ask?" "Well. Tom." "Oh--'course I haven't."'Bout what?" "You know what. I wish w e could get him out of there. I reckon we're safe as long as we keep mum." . Tom Sawyer. But l et's swear again. they couldn't anybody get you to tell. to get money to get drunk on--and l oafs around considerable." "Yes--so they would. After a pause: "Huck. They ain't no different way. "What is the talk around. But he's kind of good--he give me half a fish. that's all right. Muff Potter. It's more surer. they talk like that." "Well. and knitted hooks on to my line. all the time. I was afeard. Tom. but then he hain't ever done any thing to hurt anybody. then." "That's just the same way they go on round me. so's I want to hide som'ers." So they swore again with dread solemnities. constant." "I'm agreed. I've heard 'em say that if he was to ge t free they'd lynch him. anyway. I hear 'em say he's the bloodiest looking villain in this country.

That's it. The nex t day and the day after. don't YOU ever get drunk--then you won't ever get h ere. and it's right. s ays I. timid and hopeless. and his dreams that night were full of horrors. Well. with chains upon him. These details and accompanying de lays worked up an atmosphere of preparation that was as impressive as it was fas cinating. Little hands. from time to time. but invariably heard distressing news--the toils were closing more and more relentlessly aroun d poor Potter. boys--better'n anybody else in this town. boys. shortly afterward." The boys had a long talk. pale a nd haggard. too. I don't want to make YOU feel bad. and BEST. perhaps with an undefined hope that something would happen that might c lear away their difficulties. But nothing happened. They studiously avoided each other. I reckon--hope so. Shake hands--yourn'll come through the bars. Right. he hung about the court-room. All the villa ge flocked to the court-house the next morning. for this was to be the great day . we won't talk about that. but forcing himself to stay out. anyway. this time. Each wandered away. but it brought them little comfort. and that . The usual whisperings among the lawy ers and gathering together of papers followed. The boys did as they had often done before--went to the cell grating and gave Po tter some tobacco and matches. To m kept his ears open when idlers sauntered out of the court-room. was brought in. says I. and show 'em where the good fish in' places was. there seemed to be no angels or fairies interested in this luckless captive. Often I says to myself. but the same dismal fascination always brought them back presently. As the twilight dr ew on. Huck was having the sa me experience. they found themselves hanging about the neighborhood of the little isolat ed jail. I done an awful thing--drunk and c razy at the time--that's the only way I account for it--and now I got to swing f or it. and seated where all the curious eyes could stare at him. and they'd help him more if they could. that night. Git up on one ano ther's backs and let me touch 'em. and Huck don't--THEY don't forget him. 'and I don't forget them. at an early hour of the morning that the murder was discovered. drawn by an almost irresi stible impulse to go in. He was on the ground floor and there were no guar ds. too.' Well. and weak--but they've helped Muff P otter a power. They felt cowardly and treacherous to the last degr ee when Potter said: "You've been mighty good to me. stolid as ever. is. and befriend 'em what I could. it's a prime comfort to see face s that's friendly when a body's in such a muck of trouble. you've befriended me. Potter. I don't. Good friendly faces--good friendly faces." Tom went home miserable. After a long wait the jury filed in and took their places. It was hours before he got to sleep. But what I want to say. but Tom don't. His gratitude for their gifts had always smote their consciences before--it cut deeper than ever. and there don't none come here but yourn. and now they've all forgot old Mu ff when he's in trouble. Both sexes were about equally represented in the packed audience. He was in a tr emendous state of excitement. 'I used to mend all the boys' kites and things. and came to bed through the window. no less conspicuous was Injun Jo e. Stand a litter furder west--so--that's it. but mine's too big. and that there was not the sli ghtest question as to what the jury's verdict would be. Tom was out late. and then the judge arrived and the s heriff proclaimed the opening of the court."And they'd do it. There was another pause. And I don't forget it. At the end of the second day the village talk was to the effect t hat Injun Joe's evidence stood firm and unshaken. Now a witness was called who testified that he found Muff Potter washing in the brook.

however. we have fastened this awful crime. but none of them were cross-examined by Potter's lawyer. We rest our case here. Man y men were moved. The boy looked wild enough. we foreshadowed our pu rpose to prove that our client did this fearful deed while under the influence o f a blind and irresponsible delirium produced by drink. A third witness swore he had often seen the knife in Potter's possession. After a few moments. beyond all possibility of question. They were allowed to leave the stand without being crossquestioned. After some further questioning. but the words refused to come. Counsel for the defence rose and said: "Your honor. We have changed our mind . Every eye fastened itself with wondering interest upon Tom as he rose and too k his place upon the stand." The next witness proved the finding of the knife near the corpse. The oath was administered." Potter's lawyer replied. The audience lis tened breathless. "Thomas Sawyer. not even excepting Potter' s. Counsel for th e prosecution said: "Take the witness. and many women's compassion testified itself in tears. for he was badly scared. Every detail of the damaging circumstances that occurred in the graveyard upon t hat morning which all present remembered so well was brought out by credible wit nesses. where were you on the seventeenth of June. The perplexity and dissatisfaction of the house expressed itself in murmurs and provoked a repr oof from the bench. while a painful silence reigned in the court-room. and he put his face in his hands and rocked hi s body softly to and fro. upon the unhappy prisoner at the bar.he immediately sneaked away." The prisoner raised his eyes for a moment." "I have no questions to ask him. "Take the witness." A groan escaped from poor Potter. counsel for the pro secution said: "Take the witness. but dropped them again when his own c ounsel said: "I have no questions to ask him. The faces of the audience began to betray annoyance. t he boy got a little of his strength back. in our remarks at the opening of this trial." Counsel for Potter declined to question him. and managed to put enough of it into h . Counsel for the prosecution now said: "By the oaths of citizens whose simple word is above suspicion. We shall not offer that plea." [Then to the clerk:] "Call Thomas Sawyer!" A puzzled amazement awoke in every face in the house. about the hour of mid night?" Tom glanced at Injun Joe's iron face and his tongue failed him. Did this attorney mean to throw away his client's life without an effort? Several witnesses deposed concerning Potter's guilty behavior when brought to th e scene of the murder.

The strain upon pent emotion reached its climax when the boy said: "--and as the doctor fetched the board around and Muff Potter fell. sir. "Speak out. or not?" "I was hid. "Any one with you?" "Yes." "Were you hidden. Don't be afraid." A contemptuous smile flitted across Injun Joe's face. but as he warmed to his subject his words flow ed more and more easily. and was gone! CHAPTER XXIV . You were--" "In the graveyard. with parted lips and bated breath the audience hung upon his words. tell us everything that occurred--tell it in your own way--don't skip anything. in a little while every sound ceased but his own voice. "Were you anywhere near Horse Williams' grave?" "Yes." "Where?" "Behind the elms that's on the edge of the grave." Injun Joe gave a barely perceptible start. my boy--don't be diffident. Injun Joe ju mped with the knife and--" Crash! Quick as lightning the half-breed sprang for a window. please. "We will produce the skeleton of that cat. I went there with--" "Wait--wait a moment. rapt in the ghastly fascinations o f the tale." "Speak up--just a trifle louder. sir. Now. How near were you?" "Near as I am to you. The truth is always respectable. and don't be afraid. taking no note of time." There was a ripple of mirth. Never mind mentioning your companion's name. We will produ ce him at the proper time. which the court checked. tore his way throu gh all voice to make part of the house hear: "In the graveyard!" "A little bit louder. every eye fixed itself upon him. What di d you take there?" "Only a--a--dead cat." Tom hesitated and looked confused." Tom began--hesitatingly at first. Did you carry anything there with you. my boy.

and always with doom in his ey e. the fickle. looked wise. most anywhere. just where the shadow falls at midnight. His name even went into immortal print. " Where'll we dig?" said Huck." . the envy of the young. The slow days drifted on. but what of that? Since Tom 's harassed conscience had managed to drive him to the lawyer's house by night a nd wring a dread tale from lips that had been sealed with the dismalest and most formidable of oaths. Louis. Huck would answer. Huck --sometimes on islands. Half the time Tom was afraid Injun Joe would never be captured. Daily Muff Potter's gratitude made Tom glad he had spoken.TOM was a glittering hero once more--the pet of the old. sometimes in rotten chests under the end of a limb of an old dead tree. but no Injun Joe was fou nd. and Huck was sore afraid that his share in the business might leak out. Rewards had been offered. but mostly under the fl oor in ha'nted houses. The poor fellow had got the attorney to promise secrecy. This desire suddenly came up on Tom one day. That is to say. shook his head. he "found a clew. indeed it ain't. a detective. Hardly any temptation could persuade the boy to stir abroad after nightfall. CHAPTER XXV THERE comes a time in every rightly-constructed boy's life when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure. As usual. if he escaped hanging. Next h e sought Ben Rogers. therefore it is not well to find fault with it. He felt sure he never could draw a safe breath again u ntil that man was dead and he had seen the corpse. came up from St. for the village paper magnified him. yet." "Why. Injun Joe infested all his dreams. and so after that detec tive had got through and gone home. he had gone fishing." But you can't hang a "clew" for murder. is it hid all around?" "No. moused around. and each left behind it a slightly lightened weight of apprehension. yet. Poor Huck was in the same state of wretchedness and terror. It's hid in mighty particular places. the country had been scoured. and made that sort of as tounding success which members of that craft usually achieve. but his nights were seas ons of horror. the other half h e was afraid he would be. Huck was always willing to take a hand in any enterprise that offered entertainment and required no capital. Tom took him to a private place and opened the matter to him confidentially. for Tom had told the whole story to the lawyer the night before the great day of the trial. Presently he stumbled upon Huck Finn t he Red-Handed. Tom felt just as insecure as he was before. but nightly he wished he had sealed up his tongue. notwithstan ding Injun Joe's flight had saved him the suffering of testifying in court. Huck was willing. One of those omniscient and awe-inspiring marvels. The re were some that believed he would be President. but failed of success. fo r he had a troublesome superabundance of that sort of time which is not money. Tom's days were days of splendor and exultation to him. Huck's confidence in the human race was well-nigh oblitera ted. He sallied out to find Joe Harper. unreasoning world took Muff Potter to its bosom and fondle d him as lavishly as it had abused him before. "Oh. But that sort of conduct is to th e world's credit.

Hain't you ever seen one. " "Have you got one of them papers. how you going to find the marks?" "I don't want any marks. they think they will. and we can try it again some time. and there's lots of dead-limb trees--dea d loads of 'em. Some of 'em's worth twenty dollars apiece--there ain't any. what of that? Suppose you find a brass pot with a hundred dollars in it. hardly. and there's the old h a'nted house up the Still-House branch." "HyroQwhich?" "Hy'roglyphics--pictures and things. Well." "All right. Tom. and by and by somebody finds an old yellow paper that tells how to find the marks--a paper that's got to be ciphered over about a week because it's mostly signs and hy'roglyphics. Anyway." "Is it under all of them?" "How you talk! No!" "Then how you going to know which one to go for?" "Go for all of 'em!" "Why. They always hide it and leave it the re." "Well then. Plenty bully enough for me. all rusty and gray. but they generally forget the marks. But robbers don't do that way. They always bury it under a ha'nted house or on an isla nd. or rotten chest full of di'monds. Just you gimme the hundred dollars an d I don't want no di'monds." "Don't they come after it any more?" "No." "No! Is that so?" "Cert'nly--anybody'll tell you so."Who hides it?" "Why. Tom?" "No. that don't seem to mean anything. If 'twas mine I wouldn't hide it. it'll take all summer. How's that?" Huck's eyes glowed. robbers. But I bet you I ain't going to throw off on di'monds. I'd spend it and have a good ti me. of course--who'd you reckon? Sunday-school sup'rintendents?" "I don't know. Huck?" . or under a dead tree that's got one limb sticking out." "So would I. you know. but's worth six bits or a dollar. or else they die ." "Well. we've tried Jac kson's Island a little. it lays there a long time and gets rusty. "That's bully.

and a sure-'nough sword. what you going to do with your share?" "Well." "No?" "But they don't." "I reckon you don't. of course--what do they want t o hop for?--but I mean you'd just see 'em--scattered around. Like that old humpbacked Richard. in a kind of a general way. Huck. Pap would come back to thish-yer town some day and get his claws on it if I didn't hurry up. and I tell you he'd clean it out pretty qu ick." "Well. I'll have pie and a glass of soda every day." "Well. so as to have something to live on. kings have slathers of them. "I like this. Tom. but I don't want to be a king and have o nly just a given name. But if you was to go to Europe you'd see a raft of 'em hopp ing around. and I'll go to every circus that comes along." So they got a crippled pick and a shovel. S'pose we tackle that old dead-limb tree on the hill t'othe r side of Still-House branch?" "I'm agreed. and threw themselves down in the shade of a neigh boring elm to rest and have a smoke. you know."Not as I remember. Kings don't have any but a given name. I don't know. "So do I. all right. for?" "Shucks. ain't you going to save any of it?" "Save it? What for?" "Why." "Oh." said Tom." "Oh. Tom?" "I'm going to buy a new drum. I don' know no kings. that ain't any use. They arrived hot and panting. and a red necktie and a b . I only meant you'd SEE 'em--not hopping." "Do they hop?" "Hop?--your granny! No!" "Well. like a nigger." "Well." "Say. if we find a treasure here." "Richard? What's his other name?" "He didn't have any other name. what did you say they did. But say--where you going to dig first?" "Well. I bet I'll have a gay time. Tom. if they like it. and set out on their three-mile tramp. What you going to do with yourn. by and by.

we must be in the wrong place again. mighty well. What do you think?" "It is mighty curious. some says girl--both's right. Not generally. you--why. Only if you get married I'll be more lonesomer than ever . The labor dragged a little. I remember. and sa id: "Where you going to dig next. I reckon they're all alike. Anyway." "Well. but still they made progress. It don't make any difference whose land it's on . The work went on." "All right--that'll do." That was satisfactory. Whoever finds one of these h id treasures." "That ain't anything. it belongs to him. Huck said: "Do they always bury it as deep as this?" "Sometimes--not always. Look at pap and my mother. Now you better think 'bout this awhile. Sometimes witches interfere. what's her name. and get married." "Wait--you'll see. Tom? It's on her land. I tell you you better." They worked and sweated for half an hour. Still no result. By and by Huck said: "Blame it." "SHE take it away! Maybe she'd like to try it once. You'll come and live with me. I don't understand it. They toiled another half-ho ur. Finally Huck lean ed on his shovel. swabbed the beaded drops from his brow with his sleeve. you ain't in your right mind. But won't the widow take it away from us. They'll all comb a body. The girl I'm going to marry won't fight." "Tom.ull pup. Now stir out of this and we'll go t o digging." "I reckon that'll be a good one. some says gal." "Married!" "That's it. I reckon we haven't got the right place. Tom?" "I'll tell you some time--not now." "It's all the same. No result. What's the name of the gal?" "It ain't a gal at all--it's a girl." So they chose a new spot and began again." "Tom. Huck. I reckon. Figh t! Why. they used to fight all the time. They pegged away in silence for some time. like enough." "No you won't. after we get this one?" "I reckon maybe we'll tackle the old tree that's over yonder on Cardiff Hill bac k of the widow's. that's the foolishest thing you could do. .

Now hang it all. they only suffe red a new disappointment. and talked little. becuz maybe t here's others in front a-waiting for a chance." "I don't like to stir 'em up. here this time of night with witches and ghosts a-fluttering around so. but we CAN'T be wrong. It was a lonely place." Huck dropped his shovel. Let's hide the tools in the bushes. they marked where the shadow fell." "I know it. "That's it. we got to come back in the night." "Tom. I feel as if something's behind me all the time. Their interest grew stronger. either. that's so. too. and b egan to dig. they do. Spir its whispered in the rustling leaves. I know what the matter is! What a blamed lot of fools we are! You got to find out where the shadow of the limb fal ls at midnight." "Well. Their hopes commenced to rise." "Well." "Shucks! Witches ain't got no power in the daytime. we've fooled away all this work for nothing. Huck. "Why. The boys were subdued by these solemnities. We've got to do it to-night. ghosts lurked in the murky nooks. and I'm afeard to turn around. A body's bound to get into trouble with 'em. Huck. Oh. but every time their hearts jumped to hear the pick strike upon something. to look out for it. too. It's an awful long way. Like enough it was too late or too early." "All right. They most always put in a dead man w hen they bury a treasure under a tree. about the appointed time. Can you get out?" "I bet I will. I've been pretty much so." "What's that?". It was only a stone or a chunk. S'pose this one here was to stick his skul l out and say something!" . "That's the very trouble. an owl answered with his sepu lchral note. and that's where you dig!" "Then consound it. We got to give this one up. By a nd by they judged that twelve had come. I've always heard that. ever si nce I got here." "Well." "Well." "Lordy!" "Yes. The hole deepened and still deepened. sure. and an hour made solemn by old traditions. and th eir industry kept pace with it. I didn't think of that. but then there's another thing. We c an't ever tell the right time.I reckon maybe that's what's the trouble now. At last Tom said: "It ain't any use." The boys were there that night. and besides this kind of thing's too awful. I don't like to fool around much where there's dead people. because if somebody sees these holes they'll know in a minute what's here and they'll go for it. We spotted the shadder to a dot. I been creeping all over. we're wrong again. the deep baying of a hound floated up out of the distance." said he. I'll come around and maow to-night. we only guessed at the time. They sat in the shadow waiting.

Tom--nobody could. But anyway they don't come around in the daytime. that's so. so what's the use of our being afeard?" "Well. as befitted the time and the circumstances." "All right. I couldn't stand such a thing as tha t. Tom. It stands to reason." "Well. They won't hender us from digging there in the daytime." "What'll it be?" Tom considered awhile. the chimney crumbled to ruin. I reckon we better. but they don't come sliding around in a shroud. that's mostly because they don't like to go where a man's been murdered. maybe. Why. rank weeds smothering the very doorsteps. There in the middle of the moonlit valley below them stood the "ha'nted" house. Huck was measurably so. half expecting to see a blue light flit past a window. a corner of the roof caved in. you can bet there's a ghost mighty close behind it. the way a ghost does. Huck. when you ain't noticing." "Well. Tom. and try somewheres else." "Well. they had come for the ir tools. ghosts don't travel around only at night. do you know what day it is?" Tom mentally ran over the days of the week. The boys gazed awhile. also--but suddenly said: "Lookyhere." "Yes. Tom."Don't Tom! It's awful. let's give this place up. I don't like ha'nted houses. utterly isolated. its fences gone l ong ago. Tom was impatient to go to the haunted house. We'll tackle the ha'nted house if you say so--but I reckon it' s taking chances. Becuz you know tha t they don't anybody but ghosts use 'em. That's it!" "Blame it. Tom." They had started down the hill by this time. the window-sashes vacant. but. where you see one of them blue lights flickering around." "Well. and took their way homeward through th e woods that adorned the rearward side of Cardiff Hill. and then quickly lifted his eyes wit h a startled look in them-- . and peep over your shoulder all of a sudden and grit their teeth. Dead people might talk. they're a dern sight worse'n d ead people. I don't feel comfortable a bit. they struck far off to the right . anyway--but nothing's ever been seen around that house except in the night--just some blue lights slipping by the windows--no regular ghosts. Huck. to give the haunted house a wide berth." "Yes. it just is. all right." "Say. But you know mighty well people don't go about that ha'nted ho use in the day nor the night. and then said: "The ha'nted house. CHAPTER XXVI ABOUT noon the next day the boys arrived at the dead tree. that's so. then talking in a low to ne.

" "What's a YEW bow?" "I don't know. Huck. now and then casting a yearning eye down upon the haunted house and passing a remark about the morrow's prospects a nd possibilities there. When they don't fight it's only a sign that there's tr ouble around." "Cracky." "Blame it." "MIGHT! Better say we WOULD! There's some lucky days. I wisht I was. Did they fight?" "No. Huck?" "No. a mile and a half. Do you know Robin Hood. and such like." "Well. and then s . Huck. but all at once it popped onto me that it was Friday. he was one of the greatest men that was ever in England--and the best. did I? And Friday ain't all. On Saturday." "Well. not w ith great hope. Huck. and he could take his yew bow and plug a ten-cent piece every t ime. shortly after noon." "I'm agreed. But he neve r bothered the poor. I can tell you. He always divided up with 'em perfectly square. the boys were at the dead tree again. neither. Oh. maybe. but Friday ain't." "I bet you he was. And if he hit that dime only on the edge he would set down and cry--and curse. and play. with one hand tied behind him. of course. All we got to do is to look mighty sharp and keep out of it." So they played Robin Hood all the afternoon. But we'll play Robin Hood--it' s nobby fun. Huck!" "Well. and then dug a little in their last hole. They ain't an y such men now. I didn't neither. It's some kind of a bow. He could lick any man in England. I'll learn you. tackling such a thing on a Friday. but merely because Tom said there were so many cases where peopl e had given up a treasure after getting down within six inches of it. Who did he rob?" "Only sheriffs and bishops and rich people and kings. he must 'a' been a brick." "Well. He loved 'em. He was a robber. he was the noblest man that ever was. Huck. I had a rotten bad dream last night--dreampt about rats. Who's Robin Hood?" "Why."My! I never once thought of it." "No! Sure sign of trouble. As the sun began to sink into the west they took their w ay homeward athwart the long shadows of the trees and soon were buried from sigh t in the forests of Cardiff Hill. We might 'a' got into an awful scr ape." "Any fool knows that. I never said I was. We'll drop this thing for to-day. a body can't be too careful. They had a smoke and a chat in the shade. I don't reckon YOU was the first that found it out. that's good. you know.

" said he. This was something like cutt ing off retreat. but had fulfilled all the r equirements that belong to the business of treasure-hunting.. blanching with fright. and lay waiting. Then they crept to the door and took a trembling p eep... There! . My goodness. they sat down on the ground. and here.. and he wore green goggles. and of course there could be but one result--they threw their tools into a corner and made the ascent.. No--coming. Each boy said to himself: "There's the old deaf and dumb Spania rd that's been about town once or twice lately--never saw t'other man before. with their backs to the wall.. with quickened pulses. long white hair flowed from under his sombrero. "What is it?" whispered Huck. and something so dep ressing about the loneliness and desolation of the place. It was Injun Joe's! There was silence f or some time. facing the door. softly. ears alert to catch the slightest sound. Their courage w as up now and well in hand. with nothing very pleasant in his face . floorless room. he had bushy white whiskers. that they were afraid.omebody else had come along and turned it up with a single thrust of a shovel. "Milksop!" This voice made the boys gasp and quake. for a moment. When they came i n. too. H uck. unkempt creature. a ruinous staircase. It's dangerous. Hear it?" "Yes! . Don't whisper another word. In a little while familiarity modified their fears and they gave the place a cri tical and interested examination. His manner became less guarded and his words more distinct as he proceeded: "No.. and I don't like it. Up th ere were the same signs of decay. however. Here they are. to venture in. so the boys shouldered their tools and went away feeling that they had not trifled with fortune." .. there. unplastered. I wish I was out of this!" Two men entered.. "t'other" was talking in a low voice. Oh." The boys stretched themselves upon the floor with their eyes to knot-holes in th e planking. an ancient fireplace. and everywhere hung ragged and abandoned cobwebs." "T'other" was a ragged. ta lking in whispers. in a misery of fear. v acant windows. my! Let's run!" "Keep still! Don't you budge! They're coming right toward the door.. and wonder ing at it. When they reached the haunted house there was something so weird and grisly abou t the dead silence that reigned there under the baking sun. The Spaniard was wrapped in a serape. They were about to go down and begin work when-"Sh!" said Tom. They saw a weed-grown. Then Joe said: "What's any more dangerous than that job up yonder--but nothing's come of it. In one corner they found a closet that promise d mystery. "I've thought it all over. "Sh! . but the promise was a fraud--there was nothing in it. and muscles tense an d ready for instant retreat." "Dangerous!" grunted the "deaf and dumb" Spaniard--to the vast surprise of the b oys. and the speaker continued his remarks. They presently entered.. rather admiring their own boldness. T he thing failed this time.. but they got to daring each other. Next they wanted to look up-stairs. "They've stopped.

though--nothing's happened."That's different. Tom whispered: "Now's our chance--come!" Huck said: "I can't--I'd die if they was to wake. and then they were grateful to note that at la st the sun was setting. Both men presently fell to yawning. partly. No use to take it a way till we start south. only it warn't any use tryi ng to stir out of here. After a long and thoughtful s ilence. his head dro oped lower and lower. grateful breath. whose head was drooping upon his knees--stirred him up with his foot and said: "Here! YOU'RE a watchman. with those infernal boys playing over there on the hill right in full view. They wished in their hearts they had waited a year. partly." He curled down in the weeds and soon began to snore. I wanted to yesterday. anyway. He never made a second attempt. But the first step he made wrung such a hideous creak from the crazy floor tha t he sank down almost dead with fright. and tho ught how lucky it was that they had remembered it was Friday and concluded to wa it a day." . Presently the watcher began to nod. I want to quit this shanty. Injun Joe sat up. But there warn't any other place as handy after that fool of a job . Six hundred and fifty in silver's something to carry. what's more dangerous than coming here in the daytime!--anybody would sus picion us that saw us. We'll do that 'dangerous' job after I've spied around a little and th ink things look well for it. 'Twon't ever be known that we tried. The two men got out some food and made a luncheon. Now one snore ceased. long as we didn't succeed. I'll take the chances on dropping into this town just once more. stared around--smiled grimly upon his co mrade. His comrade stirred him onc e or twice and he became quiet." "Those infernal boys" quaked again under the inspiration of this remark. Then for Texas! We'll leg it together!" This was satisfactory. pard. What'll we do with w hat little swag we've got left?" "I don't know--leave it here as we've always done. At last Tom rose slowly and softly. I reckon. The boys lay there counting the dragging moments till it seemed to them that time must b e done and eternity growing gray. both men began to snore now. Away up the river so." Tom urged--Huck held back. Nearly time for us to be moving." "Well. and not another house about." "I know that. ain't you! All right. f or a look. The boys drew a long." "My! have I been asleep?" "Oh. Injun Joe said: "Look here. and started alone . and Injun Joe said: "I'm dead for sleep! It's your turn to watch. Wait there till you hear from me. lad--you go back up the river where you belong.

"and this looks like it." "Good idea. Luck!--the splendor of it was beyond all imag ination! Six hundred dollars was money enough to make half a dozen boys rich! He re was treasure-hunting under the happiest auspices--there would not be any both ersome uncertainty as to where to dig. They were gold. It was not very large. I've broke a hole." "No--but I'd say come in the night as we used to do--it's better. who was on his knees in the corner. and as delighted. "Pard. raised on e of the rearward hearth-stones and took out a bag that jingled pleasantly. The box was soon unearthed." "Now you won't need to do that job. it may be a good while before I get the right chance at tha t job. all their miseries in an instant." the st ranger observed."Well--all right--it won't matter to come here once more. "Half-rotten plank--no. Here--bear a hand and we'll see w hat it's here for. With gloating eyes they watched every movement. The men contempla ted the treasure awhile in blissful silence. we'll just reg ularly bury it--and bury it deep." He reached his hand in and drew it out-"Man. Never mind. Joe's comrade said: "We'll make quick work of this. I should say. and passed the bag to the latter. and then began to use it. The boys above were a s excited as themselves. "I know it. The boys forgot all their fears. I believe. who walked across the room. but ain't you gla d NOW we're here!" Joe's knife struck upon something. 'tain't in such a very good place. "Hello!" said he. Injun Joe took the pick. There's an old rusty pick over amongst the weeds in the corner the other side of the fireplace--I saw it a minute ago. for they simply meant--"Oh." "Yes: but look here. They nudged each other every moment--eloq uent nudges and easily understood." said Injun Joe. dig ging with his bowie-knife." said Injun Joe." said the comrade. "'Twas always said that Murrel's gang used to be around here one summer. "What is it?" said his comrade." . He s ubtracted from it twenty or thirty dollars for himself and as much for Injun Joe . knelt down. it was iron bound and had been very strong before the slow years had injured it. it's money!" The two men examined the handful of coins. it's a box. muttered something to himself. now. looked it over critically." He ran and brought the boys' pick and shovel. there's thousands of dollars here. shook his head. accidents might happen.

halted a mom ent. They did not talk much. In my opinion. But for that. but their strength was gone.] What business has a pick and a s hovel here? What business with fresh earth on them? Who brought them here--and w here are they gone? Have you heard anybody?--seen anybody? What! bury it again a nd leave them to come and see the ground disturbed? Not exactly--not exactly. Said he: "You don't know me. bitter luck that the tools were ever brought there! .] I'd nearly forgot. when there was a crash of rotten timbers and Injun Joe landed on the ground amid the debris of the ruined stairway. "I'll need your help in it. Go home to your Nance and your kids . and stared after them through th e chinks between the logs of the house. wh o objects? It will be dark in fifteen minutes --and then let them follow us if they want to. 'Tain't robbery a ltogether--it's REVENGE!" and a wicked light flamed in his eyes. I'm willing." "Why. and his comrade said: "Now what's the use of all that? If it's anybody. Least you don't know all about that thing. whoev er hove those things in here caught a sight of us and took us for ghosts or devi ls or something. Pr esently he said: "Who could have brought those tools here? Do you reckon they can be up-stairs?" The boys' breath forsook them. When it's finished--then Texas. and then turned toward the stairway. They were too much absorbed in hating themselves--hat ing the ill luck that made them take the spade and the pick there. and then he would have had the misfortune to find that money turn up missing. undecided. The steps came creaking up the stairs--the int olerable distress of the situation woke the stricken resolution of the lads--the y were about to spring for the closet." Injun Joe got up and went about from window to window cautiously peeping out. weak but vastly relieved. He ga thered himself up cursing. and stand by till you hear from me. You mean Number One?" "No--Number Two--under the cross. The other place is bad--too common. Shortly afterward th ey slipped out of the house in the deepening twilight. I'll bet they're running yet. and moved toward the rive r with their precious box. The boys thought of the clo set. then he agreed with his friend that what daylight was left ought to be economized in getting things ready for leaving. and get into trouble. Bitter. They were content to r each ground again without broken necks. Injun Joe put his hand on his knife. what'll we do with this--bury it again?" "Yes. Injun Joe never would have suspected. now. Tom and Huck rose up. We 'll take it to my den.The half-breed frowned." "Well--if you say so.] NO! by the great Sachem. Follow? Not they. and take the townward track over the hil l. of course! Might have thought of that before. [Ravishing delight overhead." "All right. let them STAY there--who cares? If they want to jump down. He would have hidden the silver with the gold to wait there till his "revenge" was satisfied. That pick had fresh earth on it ! [The boys were sick with terror in a moment. and they're up there. no! [Profound distress overhead." Joe grumbled awhile. It's nearly dark enough to start.

very small comfort it was to Tom to be alone in danger! Company would be a palpable improvement. He had never seen as much as fifty dollar s in one mass before. He would snatch a hurried breakfast and go and find Huck . But the incidents of his adventure grew sensibly sharper and clearer under the a ttrition of thinking them over. splendid. and follow him to "Number Two. Huck!" "Oh. and so he presently found himself leaning to the impression that the thing might not have been a dream. don't!" said Huck. If he did not do it. since only Tom had testified. that the quantity of coi n he had seen was too vast to be real. Oh. or in a time long gone by. i n that he imagined that all references to "hundreds" and "thousands" were mere f anciful forms of speech. and that no such sums really existed in the world. "Hello." . "Tom. ungraspable dollars. Huck!" "Hello. Huck was sitting on the gunwale of a flatboat. Tom concluded to let Huck lead up to the subject." w herever that might be. then. This uncertai nty must be swept away. Four times he had his hands on that rich treasure and four times it wasted to nothingness i n his fingers as sleep forsook him and wakefulness brought back the hard reality of his misfortune. I been half thinking it was. that thing yesterday. The n 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. They talked it all over. "Revenge? What if he means US. for a minute. He n ever had supposed for a moment that so large a sum as a hundred dollars was to b e found in actual money in any one's possession. CHAPTER XXVII THE adventure of the day mightily tormented Tom's dreams that night. we'd 'a' got the money.They resolved to keep a lookout for that Spaniard when he should come to town sp ying out for chances to do his revengeful job." "What ain't a dream?" "Oh. listlessly dangling his feet in the water and looking very melancholy. he noticed that they seemed curiously subdued and far away--s omewhat as if they had happened in another world. if we'd 'a' left the blame tools at the dead tree. Huck. ain't it awful!" "'Tain't a dream. and as they entered town they agreed to believe that he might possibly mean somebody else--at least that he might at least mean nobody but Tom." Silence. Very. they would have been found to consist of a handful of real dimes and a bushel of vague. If his notions of hidden treasu re had been analyzed. yourself. As he lay in the early morning recalling the incidents of hi s great adventure. and he was like all boys of his age and station in life. 'tain't a dream! Somehow I most wish it was. Dog'd if I don't. he thought. nearly fainting. Then a ghastly thought occurred to Tom. then the adventure would be proved to have been o nly a dream. after all.

" Tom was off at once. And mind you. We can find out quick. it'll be night. that ain't it. The back door of that No. if it's pretty dark I reckon I'll track him. sure. No. In the less ostentatious ho use. anyway--and track him out--to his Number Two." "I reckon it is. I been thinking 'bout that.. Tom. Say. I dono--I dono. Huck. so'd I. I reckon that's the very No. The tavern-keeper's young son said it was kept locked all the time. and the first dark night we'll go there and try 'em. What do you reckon it is?" "I dono. A feller don't have only one chance for such a pile-and that one's lost. anyway. I don't want to foller him by myself!" "Why. Huck." . T hey ain't no numbers here. Here--it's the number of a room--in a ta vern. but it was rather feeble. 2 we're after. Now you get hold of all the door-keys you can find. that's the trick! They ain't only two taverns. had noticed that there was a light in there the night before. "That's what I've found out. He found that in the best tavern. If it is. He mightn't ever see you--and if he did." "Lordy. but I'd like to see him. he did not know any particular reason for this state of things. 2. that's it. He did not care to have Huck's company in public places. not rot him. had had som e little curiosity. because he said he was going to drop into town and spy aroun d once more for a chance to get his revenge. and he never saw anybody go into it or come out of it except at ni ght. keep a loo kout for Injun Joe. it ain't in this one-horse town. that's so." "Well. you just follow him . and I'll nip all of auntie' s. you know!" "Oh. till I come. that ain't the place. Then he said: "I'll tell you." "Number Two--yes."Dream! If them stairs hadn't broke down you'd 'a' seen how much dream it was! I 've had dreams enough all night--with that patch-eyed Spanish devil going for me all through 'em--rot him!" "No. No. FIND him! Track the money!" "Tom. and was still so occupied. Huck--maybe it's the number of a house!" "Goody! . But I can't make nothin g out of it." "Well. I'll try." "Well." Tom thought a long time. 2 was a mystery. had made the most of the mystery b y entertaining himself with the idea that that room was "ha'nted". He was gone half an hour. and if he don't go to that No. maybe he'd never think anything. It's too deep.. If you see him. 2 is the door that comes out into that little close alley between the tavern and the old rattle trap of a brick store. I'd feel mighty shaky if I was to see him. Now what you going to do?" "Lemme think. 2 had long been oc cupied by a young lawyer. Lemme think a minute. we'll never find him. Tom. No." "You stay here.

Huck was making thirty or forty mi les an hour before the repetition was uttered. Surely he must have fainted. nobody resembl ing the Spaniard entered or left the tavern door. As soon as Tom got his breath he said: "Huck. if it's dark. and his heart would soon wear itself out. he might 'a' found out he cou ldn't get his revenge. Huck stood sentry an d Tom felt his way into the alley. I took hold of the knob. for he seemed only able to inhale it by thimblefuls. and open comes the door! It warn't locked! I hopped in. and. lit it in the hogshead. The boys never stopped till they reached the shed of a deserted slaughter-house at the lower end of the village. Tom?" "Huck. fearing all sorts of dreadful things. Everything was auspicious. Nobody entered the alley or left it. the way it was beating. and a large towel to blindfold it with. once was enough. maybe his heart had burst under terror and exci tement. But Thursday night promi sed better. They wouldn't turn in the lock. Nobody had entered or left the alley. I'll foller him. He hid the lantern in Huck's sugar hogshead and the watch began. They hung about the neig hborhood of the tavern until after nine. Huck. Tom got his lantern. either. No Spaniard had been seen. Just as they got within its shelter the storm burst and the rain poured down. wrapped it closely in the towel. Tom slipped out in good season with his aunt's old tin lantern. for your life!" He needn't have repeated it. Why. an d the two adventurers crept in the gloom toward the tavern. by jingoes!" "Now you're TALKING! Don't you ever weaken. it's so. Huck was to come and "maow. and be going right after that money. GREAT CAESAR'S GHOST!" "What!--what'd you see. The night promised to be a fai r one. but it would at least tell him th at Tom was alive yet. and I won't. Huck. An hour before midnight the tavern closed up and its lights (the only ones thereabouts) were put out. Well." CHAPTER XXVIII THAT night Tom and Huck were ready for their adventure. without noticing what I was doing. There was not much to take away . I most stepped onto Injun Joe's hand!" "No!" . The blackness of darkness reigned. so Tom went home with the understanding that if a considerable degree of darkness came on. and momentarily expecting some catast rophe to happen that would take away his breath. It seemed hours since Tom had disappeared. Suddenly there was a flash of light and Tom came tearing by him: "Run!" said he. He began to wish he could see a flash from the lantern--it would frighten him. But the night remained clear. I will. Also Wednesday. Then there was a season of waiting anxiety th at weighed upon Huck's spirits like a mountain."You bet I'll follow him. maybe he was dead. Tuesday the boys had the same ill luck. but they seemed to make such a power of racket that I couldn't hardly get my breath I was so scared. In his uneasiness Huck found himself drawing closer and closer to the al ley. one watching the alley at a distance an d the other the tavern door. just as soft as I could. and shook off the towel. it was awful! I tried two of the keys. Tom." whereupon he would slip out and t ry the keys. "run. and Huck closed his watch and retired to bed in an empty sugar hogshead about twelve. the perfect stillness was interrupted only by occasional mutterings of distant thunder." "It's so.

and then Tom said: "Lookyhere. I just grabbed that towel and started!" "I'd never 'a' thought of the towel. I reckon. You go back and watch that long. less not try that thing any more till we know Injun Joe's not in there." "Lordy. Now. Huck. Huck. Only one bottle alongside of Injun Joe ain't enough. if Injun Joe's drunk. and then we'll snatch that box quicker'n light ning. I didn't see anything but a bottle and a tin cup on the floor by Injun Joe. He lets me." "That's all right. Tom. if we watch every night. I didn't wait to look around. that! You try it!" Huck shuddered. it's ha'nted with whiskey! Maybe ALL the Temperance Taverns have got a ha' nted room. we'll be dead sure to se e him go out. " "Agreed. I reckon maybe that's so. "Well. I will. where you going to sleep?" "In Ben Rogers' hayloft." "All right. I bet!" "Well. It's too scary. It'll begin to be daylight in a couple of hours. the storm's over. some time or other. Huck?" "Well. and I'll go home. y es. too." "Say. I saw two barrels and lots more bottles in the room. Who'd 'a' thought such a thing? But say. he'd be drunk enough and I'd do it. My aunt would make me mighty sick if I lost it." "And I reckon not. and I'll do it every night. I'll ha'nt that tavern every night for a year! I'll sleep all day and I'll stand watch all night. Drunk. I didn't see the cros s. I'll watch the whole night long." "Well. and good as wheat!" "Now."Yes! He was lying there. Huck. Uncle Jak . will you?" "I said I would. n ow's a mighty good time to get that box. hey. and I will. if you'll do the other part of the job." There was a long pause for reflection. Now. what did you do? Did he wake up?" "No. Tom. now." "It is. If there'd been three. wha t's the matter with that ha'nted room?" "How?" "Why. never budged. I didn't see the box. I would. did you see that box?" "Huck. you throw some gravel at the window and that'll fetch me. and so does his pap's nigger man. with his old patch on his e ye and his arms spread out. Don't you see. I'm agreed. no--I reckon not. sound asleep on the floor. Tom. All you got to do is to trot up Hooper Street a block and ma ow--and if I'm asleep.

mamma. but he was disappointed. was: "You'll not get back till late.e. and Tom's not more moderat e." "Very well. Any time you see something's up. The day was completed and crowned in a peculiarly satisfactory way: Becky teased he r mother to appoint the next day for the long-promised and long-delayed picnic. ne xt day." "Well. The old ste am ferryboat was chartered for the occasion. The last thing Mrs. eventually. Mary remained at home to entertain him. Perhaps you'd better stay all night with some of the girls that live near the ferry-landing. and by ten or eleven o'clock a giddy and rollicking co mpany were gathered at Judge Thatcher's. I t was not the custom for elderly people to mar the picnics with their presence. Both Injun Joe and the treasure sunk into secondary importance for a moment. That's a mighty good ni gger. and everything was ready for a start. And mind and behave yourself and don't be any trouble. Tom's excitement enabled him to keep awake until a pretty late hour. And she'll be awful glad to have us. The invitations were sent out before sunset." "Oh. that will be fun!" Then Becky reflected a moment and said: "But what will mamma say?" "How'll she ever know?" . I tote water for Uncle Jake whenever he wants me to. just skip right aro und and maow. I won't come both ering around. and Becky took th e chief place in the boy's interest. becuz I don't ever act as if I was above him. child. if I don't want you in the daytime. He saw her and they had an exhausting good time playing "hi-spy" and "gully-keeper" with a crowd of their school-mates. No signal came that night. The child's delight was boundless. 'Stead of going to Joe Harper's we'll climb r ight up the hill and stop at the Widow Douglas'." and of having his treasure to astonish Becky and the picnickers with. The children were considered safe enough under the wings of a few young ladies o f eighteen and a few young gentlemen of twenty-three or thereabouts. Tom said to Becky: "Say--I'll tell you what we'll do. He likes me. Sid was sick and had to miss the fu n. in the night. and he had good hopes of hearing Huck's "maow. I'll let you sleep. presently the gay throng filed up t he main street laden with provision-baskets." Presently. as they tripped along. and straightway the young folks of the village were thrown into a fever of preparation and pleasurable anticipat ion. Thatcher said to Becky. and she consented. and any time I ask him h e gives me a little something to eat if he can spare it. She'll have ice-cream! She has it most every day--dead loads of it. Sometime I 've set right down and eat WITH him." "Then I'll stay with Susy Harper. A body's got to do things when he's awful hungry he wouldn't want to do as a steady thing. But you needn't tell that." CHAPTER XXIX THE first thing Tom heard on Friday morning was a glad piece of news --Judge Thatcher's family had come back to town the night before. Morning came. Tom.

he determined to yiel d to the stronger inclination and not allow himself to think of the box of money another time that day. Parties were able to elude each other for the space ithout going beyond the "known" ground. boy-like. and straightway there was a gen eral scamper up the hill.The girl turned the idea over in her mind. That was an impossible thing. The m oment a candle was lighted there was a general rush upon the owner of it. and no end to any of them. By-and-by somebody shouted: "Who's ready for the cave?" Everybody was. It and Tom's persua sions presently carried the day. and th fly along the dis the corridors joi of half an hour w By-and-by. mal corridors. and take each other by surprise at points where ned again. By-and-by the procession went filing down the steep descent of the main avenue. and t hat he might go down. The thought took a deal of the spirit out of his anticipations. and said reluctantly: "I reckon it's wrong--but--" "But shucks! Your mother won't know. I know she would!" The Widow Douglas' splendid hospitality was a tempting bait. Three miles below town the ferryboat stopped at the mouth of a woody hollow and tied up. Presently it occurred to Tom that maybe Huck might come t his very night and give the signal. he reasoned--the signal did not come the night b efore. and so what's the harm? All she wants is th at you'll be safe. and. and by-and-by the rovers straggled b ack to camp fortified with responsible appetites. But the impr essiveness of the situation quickly wore off. Still he could not bear to give up the fun at Widow Douglas' . chilly as an ice-house. a stru ggle and a gallant defence followed. the flickering rank of lights dimly revealing the lofty walls of rock almost to their point of junction sixty feet overhead. The mouth of the cave was up the hillside--an opening shaped like a letter A. and never find the end of the cave. and it was just the same--labyrinth under labyrinth. Bundles of candles were procured. So it was decided to say nothing anybody about the night's programme. and still down. one group after another came straggling back to the mouth of the cave . and walled by Nature with solid limestone tha t was dewy with a cold sweat. Its massive oaken door stood unbarred. All the different ways of ge tting hot and tired were gone through with. And why should he give it up. It was romantic and mysterious to stand here in th e deep gloom and look out upon the green valley shining in the sun. so why should it be any more likely to come to-night? The sure fun of the evening outweighed the uncertain treasure. Within was a smal l chamber. Most of the young men knew a portion of it . Tom Sawyer knew as much of the cave as any one. Every few steps other lofty and still narrower crevices branched from it on either hand--for McDougal's cave was but a vast labyrinth of crooked aisles that ran into each other and out again and led nowhere. and the romping began again. The crowd swarmed ashore and soon the forest distances and craggy heigh ts echoed far and near with shoutings and laughter. After the feast there was a refreshing season of rest and c hat in the shade of spreading oaks. and it was not customary to venture much beyond this known portion. and then there was a glad clamor of laughter and a new chase. It was said that one might wander days and nights together through its intricate tangle of rifts and chasms. and then the destruction of th e good things began. and I bet you she'd 'a' said go there if she'd 'a' thought of it. of a mile. This main avenue was not more than eight or ten feet wide. But all th ings have an end. but the candle was soon knocked down or blo wn out. and down. into the earth. No man "knew" th e cave. The procession moved along the main avenue some three-quarters en groups and couples began to slip aside into branch avenues.

no sound. he thought. Now there was a voice--a very low voice--Injun Joe's: "Damn her. Huck closed up and shortened hi s distance. t hey will bury it in the old quarry. daubed wi th clay. and the noise of vehicles ceased. until they came to the path that led up Cardiff Hill. He knew he was within five steps of the stile leading into Widow Douglas' grounds. He sprang to the corner of the brick store. he woul d stick to their wake and follow them. He heard no noise on board. and one seemed to have something under his arm. hilarious. the village betook it self to its slumbers and left the small watcher alone with the silence and the g hosts. was everything lost! He was about to spring with winged feet. but nothing happened. this they took. It must be that box! So they were going to remove the treasure. Why call Tom now? It would be a bsurd--the men would get away with the box and never be found again. The hooting of an owl came over the hill--ominous so und! But no footsteps. smeared from head to foot with tallow drippings. He was all attention in an instant. none. without hesitating. with bare feet. panting. Then they were asto nished to find that they had been taking no note of time and that night was abou t at hand. The clanging bell had been calling for half an hour. moved on a piece. then. They passed by the old Welshman's house. t hen stopped altogether. nobody cared sixpe nce for the wasted time but the captain of the craft. for they would never be able to see him. it won't be hard to find. The night was growing cloudy and dark. Huck stepped out and glided along behind the men. His f aith was weakening. They went straight ahead. No. Whe n the ferryboat with her wild freight pushed into the stream. he would trust to the darkness for securi ty from discovery. They p assed on." This was that stranger's voice--the stranger of the haunted house. then turned to the left up a crossstreet. Ten o'clock came. allowing them to keep just far enough ahead not to be invisible. They moved up the river street three blocks. and why she did not stop at the wharf--and then he dropped her out of hi s mind and put his attention upon his business. when a man cleared his throat not four feet from him! Huck's heart shot into his throat. save that he seemed to hear th e beating of his own heart." "I can't see any. The next moment two men brushed by him. Huck was already upon his watch when the ferryboat's lights went glinting past t he wharf. thought Huck. cat-like. Eleven o'clock came. for the young people were as subdued and s till as people usually are who are nearly tired to death. and so weak t hat he thought he must surely fall to the ground. darkness everywh ere.. He knew where he was. He wondered what boat it was. this so rt of close to the day's adventures was romantic and therefore satisfactory. and the tavern lights were put out. all straggling foot-passengers disappeared. and then he stood there shaking as if a dozen agues had taken charge of him at once. But they never stopped at the quarry. then slackened his pace. and were at once hidden in the gloom. was the "revenge" job! . So communing with himself. He trotted along awhil e. let them bury it there. up the summit. and entirely delighted with the success of the day. However. fearing he was gaining too fast. now. late as it is. Heavens. Was there any use? Was there really any use? Why not give it up and turn in? A noise fell upon his ear. They plunged into the narrow path between the tall suma ch bushes. maybe she's got company--there's lights. The alley door cl osed softly. but he swallowed it again. listened. Huck waited what seemed a weary long time. A deadly chil l went to Huck's heart--this. then. half-way up the hill. now. and still climbed upward. Very well. scattered lights bega n to wink out. Good.

" "Give it up. He thought all this and more in the moment that elapsed between the str anger's remark and Injun Joe's next--which was-"Because the bush is in your way." Huck felt that a silence was going to ensue--a thing still more awful than any a mount of murderous talk. If she bleeds to death. and so he picked up his nimble hee ls and flew. If you flinch. to fly. don't you?" "Yes. and presently the heads of the old man and his two stalwart sons were th rust from windows. but not her. and--a twig snapped under his foot! His breath stopped and he listened. He wished he dared venture to warn her. No--we'll wait till the lights are out--there's no hurry. Better give it up. You slit her nostrils--you notch her ears like a sow!" "By God. as I've told you before. Well. then another and a nother. The quicker the better--I'm all in a shiver. so he held his breath and stepped gingerly back." "Oh. There was no sound--the stillness was perfect. I'll kill her--and then I r eckon nobody'll ever know much about who done this business." "Well. let's get at it. till he reached the Welshman's. It ain't a millionth part of it! He had me HORSEWHIPPE D!--horsewhipped in front of the jail. He took ano ther step back." . you'll help me in this thing--for MY sake --that's why you're here--I mightn't be able alone. first on one side and then on the other. "What's the row there? Who's banging? What do you want?" "Let me in--quick! I'll tell everything. I don't care fo r her swag--you may have it. and maybe these men were going to murder her. I reckon. first thin g you know. I tell you again. And that ain't all. there IS company there.His thought was. But her husband was rough on me--many times he was rough on me--and mainly he was the justice of the peace that jugged me for a vag rant. with the same elaboration and the same risks. But I'll tak e it out of HER. in a precarious wa y and almost toppling over. Then he remembered that the Widow Douglas had been kind to him more than once. and I just leaving this country forever! Give it up and maybe never have another chance. When he emerged at the quarry he felt secure. if she does. I'll kill you . like a nigger!--with all the town looking on! HORSEWHIPPED!--do you understand? He took advantage of me and died. is that my fault? I'll not cry. down he sped. Now--this way--now you see. but he knew he didn't dare--they might come and ca tch him. plante d his foot carefully and firmly. between the walls of sumach bushes--turned himself as carefully as if he were a ship--and then stepped quickly but cautiously along." "Do it NOW? And company there? Look here--I'll get suspicious of you. My frie nd. Do you understand that? And if I have to kill you. one-legged. I'll tie her to the b ed. His gratitude was measureless. He banged at th e door. When you want to get revenge on a woman you don't kill her--bosh! you go f or her looks. Down. don't kill her! Don't do that!" "Kill? Who said anything about killing? I would kill HIM if he was here. No w he turned in his tracks. after balancing. that's--" "Keep your opinion to yourself! It will be safest for you. if it's got to be done.

" "Well. lads. and he entered. and I want to tell--I WILL tell if you'll promise you won't ever say it was me. He hid behind a great bowlder and fell to listening. you do look as if you'd had a hard bed here for you when you've had your breakfast. and we'll have a piping hot one. He sprang away and sped down the hill as fast as his legs could carry him. he HAS got something to tell. "out with it and nobody here'll ever tell. A call came from a window: . and I didn't stop for three mile."Why. I've come now becuz I wanted to know about it. "Now. Huck came groping rapped gently at the old Welshman's door. "and I run." "By George. anxious silence. because breakfast will be ready as soon as the sun's up." Three minutes later the old man and his sons. No. even if they was dead. their weapons in their hands." were Huck's first words when he got in. e sorry enough for that. who are you?" "Huckleberry Finn--quick. I judge! But let him in. too --make yourself easy about that! I and the boys hoped you'd turn up and stop her e last night." "I was awful scared. Huck acco mpanied them no further. my boy. lad. b we got within fifteen feet suspicion of dawn appeared on Sunday morning. and the pleasantest he had ever heard. You see we knew right where y your description. or he wouldn't act so!" exclaimed the old man. I hope you're good and hungry. and I come before daylight becuz I didn't want to run across them devils. poor chap. The inmates were aslee sleep that was set on a hair-trigger. I took out when the pistols went of f. CHAPTER XXX AS the earliest up the hill and p. The door was quickly unlocked. lad!--and welcome!" These were strange words to the vagabond boy's ears. and just entering the sumach path on tiptoe." "Please don't ever tell I told you. and then all of a sudden there was an explos ion of firearms and a cry. well armed. sure--but the widow's been good friends to me sometim es. Huck was given a seat and the old man and his brace of tall sons speedily dressed themselves. Th ere was a lagging. He could not recollect that the closing word had ever been applied i n his case before. Huck waited for no particulars. and let's see what's the trouble. on account of the exciting night. indeed! It ain't a name to open many doors. were up the hill. "Pl ease don't--I'd be killed. let me in!" "Huckleberry Finn. but it was a episode of the "Who's there!" Huck's scared voice answered in a low tone: "Please let me in! It's only Huck Finn!" "It's a name that can open this door night or day. you know." said Huck. so we crept along on tiptoe till night of it--but there's a they ain't dead. lad--we ar to put our hands on them.

They got a posse together. That was the way of it last night. in the dark. I wish we had some sort of descriptio n of those rascals--'twould help a good deal. lad. It was the meanest kind of luck! I tried to keep it back. please!" "All right if you say it. I couldn't sleep. a -turning it all over.--least everybody says so. and as soon as it is light the sheriff and a gang are going to beat up the w oods. lad. just then along comes these two chaps slipping along close by me. on account of thinking ab out it and sort of trying to strike out a new way of doing. They fired a shot apiece as they started. I judge we never touched them. but their bullets whizzed by and didn't do us any harm. you see. But they were off in a jiffy. Well. and went down and stirred up the constables." "Oh no. and t'other one wante . I backed up agin the wall to have another think." "Splendid! Describe them--describe them. My boys will be with them presently. Huck. and it did come! I was in the lead with my pistol raised. and so I come along up-street 'bout midnight. But you couldn't see what they wer e like. Then he said: "Well. the old Welshman said: "They won't tell--and I won't. and t'other's a mean-looking. I suppose?" "Oh yes. we know the men! Happened on them in the woods back of the widow's one day. my boy!" "One's the old deaf and dumb Spaniard that's ben around here once or twice. and I don't see nothing agin it--and sometimes I can't sleep much. Off with you. but you ought to have the credit of what you did . with something under the ir arm. and when I got to that old shackly brick store by the Temp erance Tavern.of them--dark as a cellar that sumach path was--and just then I found I was goin g to sneeze. please don't tell ANYbody it was me that blowed on them! Oh. lad? Were they looking suspicious?" Huck was silent while he framed a duly cautious reply. and tell the sheriff-get your breakfast to-morrow morning!" The Welshman's sons departed at once. boys. ragged--" "That's enough. and said: "How did you come to follow these fellows. As they were leaving the room Huck sprang up and exclaimed: "Oh. and when the sneeze started those scoundrels a-rustling to get out of the path. sure. I saw them down-town and follered them. and we after them. As soo n as we lost the sound of their feet we quit chasing. 'Fire boys!' and blazed away at the place where the rustling was. and I reckoned they'd stole it. I'm a kind of a hard lot. but no us e --'twas bound to come. those villains. and they slunk away. One was a-smoking. The old man promised secrecy once more. no! Please don't tell!" When the young men were gone. and went off to guard the river ba nk. But why don't you want it known?" Huck would not explain. down through the woods. further than to say that he already knew too much about one of those men and would not have the man know that he knew anything against h im for the whole world--he would be killed for knowing it. I sung out. S o did the boys.

and t'other one was a rusty. The Welshman started--stared in return-three seconds--five seconds--ten --then replied: "Of burglar's tools. but the old man's eye was upon him and he made blunder after blunder. No--I'd protect you--I'd protect you. now. was to get a lantern and examine the stile and its vicinity for marks of blood. now. This Spaniard is not deaf and dumb. His eyes were staring wide. you can't cover that up now. I dogged 'em to the widder's stile. and stood in the dark and heard the rag ged one beg for the widder. and the Spaniard swear he'd spile her looks just as I told you and your two--" "What! The DEAF AND DUMB man said all that!" Huck had made another terrible mistake! He was trying his best to keep the old m an from getting the faintest hint of who the Spaniard might be. That was it. so they stopped right before me and the cigars lit up their faces and I see that the big one was the deaf and dumb Spaniard. and yet his tong ue seemed determined to get him into trouble in spite of all he could do. Then he said: "Well. When you talked about notching ears and slitting no ses I judged that that was your own embellishment. you've let that slip without intending it." "Then they went on. but captured a bulky bundle of-"Of WHAT?" If the words had been lightning they could not have leaped with a more stunning suddenness from Huck's blanched lips. because white men don't take that sort of revenge. before going to bed. and you--" "Follered 'em--yes." Huck looked into the old man's honest eyes a moment. don't be afraid of me. Why. In a moment he said: "It's all plain enough. ragged-looking devil. He mad e several efforts to creep out of his scrape. then bent over and whispere d in his ear: "'Tain't a Spaniard--it's Injun Joe!" The Welshman almost jumped out of his chair. I wanted to see what was up--they sneaked along so." "Could you see the rags by the light of the cigars?" This staggered Huck for a moment. But an Injun! That's a different matter altogether. I wouldn't hurt a hair of your head for all the world. and trust me --I won't betray you. and his b reath suspended--waiting for the answer. and in the course of it the old man said that the last thing which he and his sons had done. I don't know--but somehow it seems as if I did. You kno w something about that Spaniard that you want to keep dark. They found none. by his white whiskers an d the patch on his eye. Presently the Welshman said: "My boy." During breakfast the talk went on. Now trust me--tell m e what it is.d a light. what's the MATTER with you?" .

The Welshman had to tell the story of the n ight to the visitors. unutterably grateful. and what was the use of waking you up and scaring you to death? My three negro men stood guard at your house all the rest of the night. They've just come back. But you'll come out of it. curiously--and presently said: "Yes. panting gently. There's another that you're more beholden to than you are to me and my boys. Huck jumped for a hiding-place. but deeply. so at a venture he uttered it--feebly: "Sunday-school books. the men w ould be captured and jailed that day. Just as breakfast was completed there was a knock at the door. because it cut down the doctor's bil l like everything. and the story had to be told and retold for a couple of hour s more. The widow's gratitude for her preservation was outspoken. shook up the details of his anatomy from head to foot. So the news had spread. burglar's tools. you're white and jaded--you ain't well a bit--no wonder you're a little flighty and off your balance. But on the whole he felt glad the little episode had happened. I hope. and ended by saying tha t such a laugh was money in a-man's pocket. for he had dropped the idea that the parcel brought from the tav ern was the treasure. the treasure must be still in No. as soon as he had heard the talk at the widow's stile. and noticed that groups of citizens were climbing up the hill--to stare a t the stile. Then he added: "Poor old chap. Rest and sleep will fetch you out all right. but he don't allow me to tell his name. for now he k new beyond all question that that bundle was not THE bundle. and so his mind was at rest and exceedingly comfortable. among them the Widow Do uglas. for he refused to part with his secr et." Huck was irritated to think he had been such a goose and betrayed such a suspici ous excitement. and he and Tom could seize the gold that n ight without any trouble or any fear of interruption. now. and thr ough them be transmitted to the whole town. W e wouldn't have been there but for him. for he had no mind to be connected even remotely with the late ev ent. 2. madam.Huck sank back. Those fellows warn't likely to come again--the y hadn't any tools left to work with. maybe. maybe. He had only thought it was not the treasure. In fact. The Welshman e yed him gravely. but the old man laughed loud and joyously ." More visitors came." Of course this excited a curiosity so vast that it almost belittled the main mat ter--but the Welshman allowed it to eat into the vitals of his visitors. "Don't say a word about it. When all else had been learned. Why d idn't you come and wake me?" "We judged it warn't worth while. But what did giv e you that turn? What were YOU expecting we'd found?" Huck was in a close place--the inquiring eye was upon him--he would have given a nything for material for a plausible answer--nothing suggested itself--the inqui ring eye was boring deeper and deeper--a senseless reply offered--there was no t ime to weigh it. . the widow said: "I went to sleep reading in bed and slept straight through all that noise." Poor Huck was too distressed to smile. The Welshman admitted several ladies and gentlemen. everything seemed to be drifting just in the right direction. That appears to relieve you a good deal. however--he had not known that it wasn 't--and so the suggestion of a captured bundle was too much for his self-possess ion.

from group to group. Judge Tha tcher's wife dropped alongside of Mrs. Judge Thatcher sent messages of hope and encouragement from the cave. Aunt Polly said: "Good-morning. All the long afternoon the village seemed empty and dead. it was dark. skiffs were manned. "He didn't stay with us. smeare d with clay. and Aunt Polly. and almost worn out. I've got a boy that's t urned up missing. all the word that came was. "Joe Harper. Thatcher swooned away. News came that not a sign of t he two villains had been yet discovered. Mrs. They all said they had not noticed whether Tom and Becky were on board the ferry boat on the homeward trip. Thatcher. talking bris kly with a friend. and within five minutes the bells were wildly clanging and the whole town was up! T he Cardiff Hill episode sank into instant insignificance. "Send mor e candles--and send food." "When did you see him last?" Joe tried to remember." Mrs. and a boding uneasiness took possessio n of every countenance. A nd now he's afraid to come to church. I reckon my Tom stayed at your house last night--one of you. Thatcher was almost crazed. just as Aunt Polly. Thatcher turned pale. but they conveyed no real cheer. spattered with candle-grease. Harper. Aunt Polly fell to crying and wringing her hands. and young teachers." "Your Becky?" "Yes. the ferryboat ordered out. The stirring event was well canvassed. The people had stopped mov ing out of church. All the tedious night the town waited for news. Harper. Many women visited Aun t Polly and Mrs. no. too. no one thought of inquiring if any one w as missing. passed by. and that was still better than words. but when the morning dawned at last. One young man finally blurted out his fear that they were still in t he cave! Mrs." with a startled look--"didn't she stay with you last night?" "Why. Good-morning. have you seen my Tom this morning?" "No'm. and sank into a pew. I've got to settle with him. also . When the sermon was finished. Thatcher and tried to comfort them. Mrs. from street to street. the burglars were forg otten. The alarm swept from lip to lip. Harper as she moved down the aisle with t he crowd and said: "Is my Becky going to sleep all day? I just expected she would be tired to death .There was no Sabbath-school during day-school vacation. but was not sure he could say." Mrs. beginning to look uneasy. He found Huck still in the bed that had been p . horses were saddled. The old Welshman came home toward daylight. and b efore the horror was half an hour old. two hundred men were pouring down highroa d and river toward the cave. Children were anxiously questioned. Whispers passed along. Thatcher shook her head feebly and turned paler than ever. A marked a nxiety came into Aunt Polly's face." Mrs. They cried with them." said Mrs. but everybody was early at church.

and under the weariness they gave him he fell asleep. there would have been a great powwow if it had been the gold. wild-eyed: "What? What was it?" "Liquor!--and the place has been shut up. That's the Lord's mark. poor wreck. the children were n ot there. child. hush. In one p lace.rovided for him. a far-away speck of light would glimmer. or indifferent. and the widow said: "You can depend on it. and delirious with fever. The Welshman said Huck had good spots in him. that every corner and crevice was going to be thoroughly se arched. The widow said to herself: "There--he's asleep. and that no other memorial of her could ever be so precious. just made. tremendous as the fact was. He never d oes. "Hush. now. and the villag e sank into a hopeless stupor." said the widow. She said she would do her best by him. Huck feebly led up to the subject of taverns. She said it was the last relic she should ever have of her chi ld. Huck started up in bed. hush! I've told you before. and shoutings and pistol-sh ots sent their hollow reverberations to the ear down the sombre aisles. Lie down." Early in the forenoon parties of jaded men began to straggle into the village. whether he was good. you must NOT talk. because this on e parted latest from the living body before the awful death came. No one had heart for anything. Tom Sawyer find it! Pity but somebody could fin d Tom Sawyer! Ah. These thoughts worked their dim way through Huck's mind. Three dreadful days and nights dragged their tedious hours along. that the proprietor of the Temperance Tavern kept liquor on h is premises. He don't leave it off. Mrs. it was only a searcher's light. that's got hope enough. The accidental dis covery. or strengt . lights were to be seen flitting hither and thither in the distance. and nothing that was the Lord's was a thing to be neglected. b ut the strongest of the citizens continued searching. So the treasure was gone forever--gone forever! But what c ould she be crying about? Curious that she should cry. in the cave. and n ear at hand a grease-soiled bit of ribbon. All the news that could be gained was that remotenesses of the cavern were being ransacked that had never been visited before. Puts it somewhere on every creature that comes from his hands. child--what a turn you did g ive me!" "Only tell me just one thing--only just one--please! Was it Tom Sawyer that foun d it?" The widow burst into tears. Thatcher recognized the ribbon a nd cried over it. Some said that now and then. bad. In a lucid interval. and then a glorious shout would burst forth and a score of men go trooping down the echoing aisle--and then a sickening disappointment always followed. and finally ask ed--dimly dreading the worst--if anything had been discovered at the Temperance Tavern since he had been ill. the names "BECKY & TOM" had been found traced upon the rocky wall with candle-smoke. there ain't many left. that wherever one wandered through the maze of passages. very sick!" Then nothing but liquor had been found. "Yes. scarcely fluttered the public pulse. because. he was the L ord's. so the Widow Douglas came and took charge of the patient. You are very. The physicians were all at the cave. far from the section usually traversed by tourists.

and presently left it by one of the numerous passages tha t opened into it. and none too s oon. they walked all about it. trickling over a ledge and carrying a limestone sediment with it. from whose ceiling depended a multitude of shining stalact ites of the length and circumference of a man's leg." and so on. or east. thousands in a bunch. for a bat struck Becky's light out with its wing while she was passing out of the cavern. b ut concluded that it would be best to sit down and rest awhile. Tom found a subterranean lake. and at once the ambition to b e a discoverer seized him. This shortly brought them to a bewitching spring. " "The Cathedral. Becky said: "Why. They tripped along the mur ky aisles with the rest of the company. P'raps we better. Tom squeezed his small body behind it in order to illuminate it for Becky's gratification." "Come to think. such as "The Drawing-Room. for the first time. visiting the familiar wonders of the cav e--wonders dubbed with rather over-descriptive names." "Aladdin's Palace. the deep stillness of the place laid a clammy hand upon the spir its of the children. Tom? It's all a mixed-up crookedness to me. In one place they fou nd a spacious cavern. and at last got rid of the perilous things. He seized B ecky's hand and hurried her into the first corridor that offered. had. in the slow-dragging ages. He wanted to explore its borders. Still drif ting along and talking. they scarcely noticed that they were now in a part of th e cave whose walls were not frescoed. I reckon we better. first.h enough." . either. but it seems ever so long since I heard any of the others . or whichever it is. far down into the secret depths of the cave. Presently the hide-and-seek frolicking began. "I wonder how long we've been down here." "Can you find the way. He found that it curtained a sort of steep natural stairway which was enclosed between narrow walls. or south. whose basin was incrusted with a frostwork of glittering crystals. Under the roof vast knots of bats had packe d themselves together. but the fugitives p lunged into every new passage that offered. dates. Becky. then they wandered down a sinuous avenue holding their candles aloft and reading the tangled web-work of names. made another mark. and mo ttoes with which the rocky walls had been frescoed (in candle-smoke)." Becky grew apprehensive. Tom knew their ways and the danger of this sort of conduct. and they made a smoke-ma rk for future guidance. I didn't notice." "Yes. Becky responded to his call. Presently they came to a place where a little stream of water. formed a laced and ruffled Niagara in gleaming and i mperishable stone. it was in the midst of a cavern whose walls were supported by many fantastic pillars which had been forme d by the joining of great stalactites and stalagmites together. shortly. w ondering and admiring. squeaking and darting furiously at the candles. Now. They smoked their own names under an overh anging shelf and moved on. the lights disturbed the creatures and they came flocking down by hundreds. and started upon their quest. and Tom and Becky engaged in it with zeal until the exertion began to grow a trifle wearisome. Tom? We better start back. which stretched its dim length a way until its shape was lost in the shadows. the result of th e ceaseless water-drip of centuries." CHAPTER XXXI NOW to return to Tom and Becky's share in the picnic. We couldn't hear them here. and branched off in search of novelties to tell the upper world about. we are away down below them--and I don't know how far awa y north. to go on searching. They wound this way and th at. post-office addresses. The bats chased the children a good distance.

Tom. but there was no resu lt." and he shoute d again." said Becky. but they were all strange." "Listen!" said he. At last she said: "Oh. it so confesse d a perishing hope. so as not to go through there. in desperate hope of finding the on e that was wanted. He still said it was "all right. Becky. Tom. Let's try some other way. you know. "All is lost!" Becky clung to his side in an anguish of fear. Tom. Tom. Becky would wa tch his face for an encouraging sign. or lose her reason. but they would come. but we'll come to it right away!" But he felt less and less hopeful with each failure. she would get up and follow wherever he might lead if only he would not talk like that any more. silence so deep that even their breathings were conspicuous in the hush. you didn't make any marks!" "Becky. never mind the bats." "Tom. we're lost! we're lost! We never can get out of this awful place! Oh. and she said sh e could not. sh e poured out her terrors. He fell to blaming and abusing himself for getting her into this mi serable situation. It was but a little while before a certain indecision in his manner revealed another fearful fact to Becky--he could not find his way back! "Oh. she buried her face in his bosom. "Oh. why DID we ever leave the others!" She sank to the ground and burst into such a frenzy of crying that Tom was appal led with the idea that she might die. He sat down by her and put his arms around her. and the far echoes turned them all to jeering laughter. let's go back that way! We seem to get worse and worse off all the time. It would be so awful!" and the girl shudder ed at the thought of the dreadful possibilities. The children stood still and listened. If they put our candles out it wil l be an awful fix. and tri ed hard to keep back the tears. Tom turned upon the back track at once." but there was such a leaden dread at his heart that the words had lost their ring and sounded just as if he had said. But I hope we won't get lost."I reckon I could find it--but then the bats. they might hear us. I was such a fool! Such a fool! I never thought we might want to come ba ck! No--I can't find the way. and traversed it in silence a long way." "Well. So they moved on again--aimlessly--simply at random--all they could do was to mo . "It is horrid. and he would say cheerily: "Oh. She said she would try to hope agai n. glancin g at each new opening. It's all mixed up. The "might" was even a chillier horror than the ghostly laughter. The call went echoing down the empty aisles and died out in the distance in a faint sound that resembled a ripple of mocking laughter. it's all right. this had a better effect. her unavailing regrets. Tom shouted. and hurried his steps. Every time Tom made an examination. Profound silence. it is too horrid. For he was no more to blame than she. to see if there was anything familiar about the look of i t. and presently began to turn off into diverging avenues at sheer random. Tom begged her to pluck up hope again. she clung to him. This ain't the one. They started through a corridor. but I better. don't do it again. she said.

Becky. and Tom said it was time to rest again. and let's go on trying. hope made a show of reviving--not with any reason to back it. She knew that T om had a whole candle and three or four pieces in his pockets--yet he must econo mize. but I've seen such a beautiful country in my dream. Then Becky broke the silence: "Tom. Tom. hand in hand and hopeless. They fo und one presently. and her hope died again. They sat down. She sat down. but to sit down was to invite death and shorten its pursuit. but all they knew was that it seemed days and weeks. Becky understood. She could not understand it." "Yes--I wish it was as big as a barrel. how COULD I sleep! I wish I never. I don't. for their candles were not gone yet. and the friends there. and the comfortable beds and. maybe not. Fatigue bore so heavily upon Becky that she drowsed of f to sleep. Tom was grateful. He sat looking into her drawn face and saw it grow smooth and natural under the influence of pleasant dreams. Becky almost" They rose up and wandered along. By-and-by Tom took Becky's candle and blew it out." . for it was dreadful to think of sitting down when time was grown to be so pr ecious. Tom! D on't look so! I won't say it again. but all his encouragements were grown threadbare with use. and his thoughts wandered away to bygone times and dre amy memories. She was surprised to hear Tom dissent. and they talked of home. and yet it was plain that this could not be. I am so hungry!" Tom took something out of his pocket. never had waked! No! No. nothing was said for some time. This economy meant so much! W ords were not needed." "Maybe not. They tried to estima te how long they had been in the cave. Tom rest ed with her. and a groan followed it. and we'll find the way o ut." "I'm glad you've slept. A long time after this--they could not tell how long--Tom said the y must go softly and listen for dripping water--they must find a spring. yet Becky said she thought she could go a little farther. and Tom tried to think of some way of comforting her. The peaceful face reflected somewhat of peace and hea ling into his own spirit. the light! Becky cried. you'll feel rested. for it's all we've got. By-and-by. and Tom fastene d his candle to the wall in front of them with some clay. "Oh. moving. "It's our wedding-cake. was at least progress and m ight bear fruit. the children tried to pay attenti on. I reckon w e are going there. keep moving. and by-and-by a smil e dawned and rested there. Cheer up. but only because it is its nature to revive when the spring h as not been taken out of it by age and familiarity with failure. now. fatigue began to assert its claims. Becky woke up with a breezy litt le laugh--but it was stricken dead upon her lips. Tom. For a little while. Thought was soon busy. Becky. a nd sounded like sarcasms. in any direction. "Do you remember this?" said he. above all. in some direction. Both were cruelly tir ed. While he was deep in his musings." "We can try. At last Becky's frail limbs refused to carry her farther.

your mother would miss you as soon as they got home. Tom said it might be Sunday. but her sorrows were too oppressive. That little piece is our last candle!" Becky gave loose to tears and wailings. Becky?" "They'll miss us and hunt for us!" "Yes. Then he said: "Becky. but she thought she could."I saved it from the picnic for us to dream on. climb the thin column of smoke. . neither could tell. Harper's. while Tom nibbled at his moiety. can you bear it if I tell you something?" Becky's face paled. Tom?" "When they get back to the boat. He would shout and maybe some one would come. the way grown-up people do with wedding-cake--but it'll be our--" She dropped the sentence where it was." "When would they miss us. bu t with little effect. Tom divided the cake and Becky ate with g ood appetite. In a moment a new burst of grief from Becky showed Tom that the thing in his mind had struck hers also--that the Sabb ath morning might be half spent before Mrs. Tom. But anyway. I reckon maybe they are. He tried it . both awoke out of a dead stupor of sleep and r esumed their miseries once more. At length Becky said: "Tom!" "Well. that after what seemed a mighty stretch of time. By-and-by Becky suggested that they move on again. saw the half inch of wick stand alone at last. and then--the horror of utter darkness reigned! How long afterward it was that Becky came to a slow consciousness that she was c rying in Tom's arms. "Well. All that they knew was. To m was silent a moment. they will! Certainly they will!" "Maybe they're hunting for us now. it might be dark then--would they notice we hadn't come?" "I don't know. linger at its top a moment. I hope they are. saw the feeble flame rise and fall. then. I reckon. but in the darkness the distant echoes sounded so hideously that he tried it n o more. we must stay here. Tom. now--maybe Monday. where there's water to drink. There was abundance of cold water to finish the feast with." "Why. all her hop es were gone. The children fastened their eyes upon their bit of candle and watched it melt sl owly and pitilessly away. Becky." A frightened look in Becky's face brought Tom to his senses and he saw that he h ad made a blunder. Thatcher discovered that Becky was n ot at Mrs. and no doubt th e search was going on." "Tom. Becky was not to have gone home that night! The children became silent and thoughtful. Tom said that they must have been missed long ago. He tried to get Becky to talk. Tom did what he could to comfort her.

and die--it woul d not be long. bu t she implored him to come back every little while and speak to her. She said she would wait. because pitfalls were somewhat common. the y slept again. He felt willing to risk Injun Joe and all other terrors. They shor tly came to one and had to stop. The children groped their way back to the spring. "It's them!" said Tom. now. appeared from behind a rock! Tom lifted up a glorious shout. They must stay there and wait until the sea rchers came. It might be three feet deep. Another tedi ous wait at the spring and another long sleep brought changes. At the end o f twenty steps the corridor ended in a "jumping-off place. and then as far around the corner as he could reach with h is hands conveniently. that was it. He took a kite-line from his pocket. Tom believed it must be Tues day by this time. By-and-by Tom said: "SH! Did you hear that?" Both held their breath and listened. tied it to a projection. he would stay by her and hold her h . Tom wondered that Joe had not recognized his voice and come over and killed him for testifying in court. and she mad e him promise that when the awful time came. The heart-sinking mise ry of it! Tom whooped until he was hoarse. far-of f shout. Now an idea struck him. She had sunk into a dreary apathy and wo uld not be roused. He proposed to explore another passage. and leading Becky by the hand. unwinding the line as he groped along. Instantly Tom answered it." Tom got down on his knees and felt below. and apparently a little nearer. He was vastly gratified the next moment. "they're coming! Come along. Tom's fright weakened every muscle in his body. Tom believed that it must be Wednesday or Thurs day or even Friday or Saturday. but an age of anxious waiting passed and no sounds came again. But they seemed hun grier than before. A portion of Tom's half of the cake was left. and instantly tha t hand was followed by the body it belonged to--Injun Joe's! Tom was paralyzed. they divided and ate it. It would be better to explore some of these than bear the weight of the heavy time in idlene ss. and hunger came to torment the captives again. Their speed was slow. started gropi ng down the corridor in its direction. He talked hopef ully to Becky. No bottom. He was careful to ke ep from Becky what it was he had seen." But hunger and wretchedness rise superior to fears in the long run. and at that moment. again the so und was heard. But Becky was very weak. There were some side passages near at hand. They listened. and awoke famished and woe-stricken.The hours wasted away. evidently the distant shoutings were growing more di stant! a moment or two more and they had gone altogether. to see the "Spaniard " take to his heels and get himself out of sight. a human hand. but it was of no use. There was a sound like the faintest. and had to be guarded against. and that the search had been given over. where she was. now. holding a candle . Tom got down on his breast and reached as far down as he could. Becky--we're all right now!" The joy of the prisoners was almost overwhelming. He told her he had only shouted "for luck . The children awok e tortured with a raging hunger. He said to himself that if he had strength enough to get back to the spring he would stay there. and he and Bec ky started. and nothing s hould tempt him to run the risk of meeting Injun Joe again. he made an effort to stretch yet a little farther to the right. The weary time dragged on. not twenty yards away. The poor morsel of food only whetted desire. She told Tom to go with the kite-line and explore if he chose. Tom in the lead. he reasoned . Without doubt. he could not move. Presently he listened again. it might be a hund red--there was no passing it at any rate. But t he echoes must have disguised the voice. however.

and until all was over. Tom kissed her, with a choking sensation in his throat, and made a show of being confident of finding the searchers or an escape from the cave; then he took the kite-line in his hand and went groping down one of the passages on his hands an d knees, distressed with hunger and sick with bodings of coming doom. 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 of fered 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 th e searchers had given up the quest and gone back to their daily avocations, sayi ng that it was plain the children could never be found. Mrs. Thatcher was very i ll, 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 settl ed melancholy, and her gray hair had grown almost white. The village went to its rest on Tuesday night, sad and forlorn. Away in the middle of the night a wild peal burst from the village bells, and in a moment the streets were swarming with frantic half-clad people, who shouted, "Turn out! turn out! they're found! they're found!" Tin pans and horns were adde d to the din, the population massed itself and moved toward the river, met the c hildren coming in an open carriage drawn by shouting citizens, thronged around i t, joined its homeward march, and swept magnificently up the main street roaring huzzah after huzzah! The village was illuminated; nobody went to bed again; it was the greatest night the little town had ever seen. During the first half-hour a procession of villa gers filed through Judge Thatcher's house, seized the saved ones and kissed them , squeezed Mrs. Thatcher's hand, tried to speak but couldn't--and drifted out ra ining tears all over the place. Aunt Polly's happiness was complete, and Mrs. Thatcher's nearly so. It would be complete, however, as soon as the messenger dispatched with the great news to th e cave should get the word to her husband. Tom lay upon a sofa with an eager aud itory about him and told the history of the wonderful adventure, putting in many striking additions to adorn it withal; and closed with a description of how he left Becky and went on an exploring expedition; how he followed two avenues as f ar as his kite-line would reach; how he followed a third to the fullest stretch of the kite-line, and was about to turn back when he glimpsed a far-off speck th at looked like daylight; dropped the line and groped toward it, pushed his head and shoulders through a small hole, and saw the broad Mississippi rolling by! An d if it had only happened to be night he would not have seen that speck of dayli ght and would not have explored that passage any more! He told how he went back for Becky and broke the good news and she told him not to fret her with such stu ff, for she was tired, and knew she was going to die, and wanted to. He describe d how he labored with her and convinced her; and how she almost died for joy whe n she had groped to where she actually saw the blue speck of daylight; how he pu shed his way out at the hole and then helped her out; how they sat there and cri ed for gladness; how some men came along in a skiff and Tom hailed them and told them their situation and their famished condition; how the men didn't believe t he wild tale at first, "because," said they, "you are five miles down the river below the valley the cave is in" --then took them aboard, rowed to a house, gave them supper, made them rest till two or three hours after dark and then brought them home.

Before day-dawn, Judge Thatcher and the handful of searchers with him were track ed out, in the cave, by the twine clews they had strung behind them, and informe d of the great news. Three days and nights of toil and hunger in the cave were not to be shaken off a t once, as Tom and Becky soon discovered. They were bedridden all of Wednesday a nd Thursday, and seemed to grow more and more tired and worn, all the time. Tom got about, a little, on Thursday, was down-town Friday, and nearly as whole as e ver Saturday; but Becky did not leave her room until Sunday, and then she looked as if she had passed through a wasting illness. Tom learned of Huck's sickness and went to see him on Friday, but could not be a dmitted to the bedroom; neither could he on Saturday or Sunday. He was admitted daily after that, but was warned to keep still about his adventure and introduce no exciting topic. The Widow Douglas stayed by to see that he obeyed. At home T om learned of the Cardiff Hill event; also that the "ragged man's" body had even tually been found in the river near the ferry-landing; he had been drowned while trying to escape, perhaps. About a fortnight after Tom's rescue from the cave, he started off to visit Huck , who had grown plenty strong enough, now, to hear exciting talk, and Tom had so me that would interest him, he thought. Judge Thatcher's house was on Tom's way, and he stopped to see Becky. The Judge and some friends set Tom to talking, and some one asked him ironically if he wouldn't like to go to the cave again. Tom said he thought he wouldn't mind it. The Judge said: "Well, there are others just like you, Tom, I've not the least doubt. But we hav e taken care of that. Nobody will get lost in that cave any more." "Why?" "Because I had its big door sheathed with boiler iron two weeks ago, and triplelocked--and I've got the keys." Tom turned as white as a sheet. "What's the matter, boy! Here, run, somebody! Fetch a glass of water!" The water was brought and thrown into Tom's face. "Ah, now you're all right. What was the matter with you, Tom?" "Oh, Judge, Injun Joe's in the cave!" CHAPTER XXXIII WITHIN a few minutes the news had spread, and a dozen skiff-loads of men were on their way to McDougal's cave, and the ferryboat, well filled with passengers, s oon followed. Tom Sawyer was in the skiff that bore Judge Thatcher. When the cave door was unlocked, a sorrowful sight presented itself in the dim t wilight of the place. Injun Joe lay stretched upon the ground, dead, with his fa ce close to the crack of the door, as if his longing eyes had been fixed, to the latest moment, upon the light and the cheer of the free world outside. Tom was touched, for he knew by his own experience how this wretch had suffered. His pit y was moved, but nevertheless he felt an abounding sense of relief and security, now, which revealed to him in a degree which he had not fully appreciated befor e how vast a weight of dread had been lying upon him since the day he lifted his voice against this bloody-minded outcast.

Injun Joe's bowie-knife lay close by, its blade broken in two. The great foundat ion-beam of the door had been chipped and hacked through, with tedious labor; us eless labor, too, it was, for the native rock formed a sill outside it, and upon that stubborn material the knife had wrought no effect; the only damage done wa s to the knife itself. But if there had been no stony obstruction there the labo r would have been useless still, for if the beam had been wholly cut away Injun Joe could not have squeezed his body under the door, and he knew it. So he had o nly hacked that place in order to be doing something--in order to pass the weary time--in order to employ his tortured faculties. Ordinarily one could find half a dozen bits of candle stuck around in the crevices of this vestibule, left the re by tourists; but there were none now. The prisoner had searched them out and eaten them. He had also contrived to catch a few bats, and these, also, he had e aten, leaving only their claws. The poor unfortunate had starved to death. In on e place, near at hand, a stalagmite had been slowly growing up from the ground f or ages, builded by the water-drip from a stalactite overhead. The captive had b roken off the stalagmite, and upon the stump had placed a stone, wherein he had scooped a shallow hollow to catch the precious drop that fell once in every thre e minutes with the dreary regularity of a clock-tick--a dessertspoonful once in four and twenty hours. That drop was falling when the Pyramids were new; when Tr oy fell; when the foundations of Rome were laid when Christ was crucified; when the Conqueror created the British empire; when Columbus sailed; when the massacr e at Lexington was "news." It is falling now; it will still be falling when all these things shall have sunk down the afternoon of history, and the twilight of tradition, and been swallowed up in the thick night of oblivion. Has everything a purpose and a mission? Did this drop fall patiently during five thousand years to be ready for this flitting human insect's need? and has it another important object to accomplish ten thousand years to come? No matter. It is many and many a year since the hapless half-breed scooped out the stone to catch the priceles s drops, but to this day the tourist stares longest at that pathetic stone and t hat slow-dropping water when he comes to see the wonders of McDougal's cave. Inj un Joe's cup stands first in the list of the cavern's marvels; even "Aladdin's P alace" cannot rival it. Injun Joe was buried near the mouth of the cave; and people flocked there in boa ts and wagons from the towns and from all the farms and hamlets for seven miles around; they brought their children, and all sorts of provisions, and confessed that they had had almost as satisfactory a time at the funeral as they could hav e had at the hanging. This funeral stopped the further growth of one thing--the petition to the govern or for Injun Joe's pardon. The petition had been largely signed; many tearful an d eloquent meetings had been held, and a committee of sappy women been appointed to go in deep mourning and wail around the governor, and implore him to be a me rciful ass and trample his duty under foot. Injun Joe was believed to have kille d five citizens of the village, but what of that? If he had been Satan himself t here would have been plenty of weaklings ready to scribble their names to a pard on-petition, and drip a tear on it from their permanently impaired and leaky wat er-works. The morning after the funeral Tom took Huck to a private place to have an import ant talk. Huck had learned all about Tom's adventure from the Welshman and the W idow Douglas, by this time, but Tom said he reckoned there was one thing they ha d not told him; that thing was what he wanted to talk about now. Huck's face sad dened. He said: "I know what it is. You got into No. 2 and never found anything but whiskey. Nob ody told me it was you; but I just knowed it must 'a' ben you, soon as I heard ' bout that whiskey business; and I knowed you hadn't got the money becuz you'd 'a ' got at me some way or other and told me even if you was mum to everybody else.

Tom, something's always told me we'd never get holt of that swag." "Why, Huck, I never told on that tavern-keeper. YOU know his tavern was all righ t the Saturday I went to the picnic. Don't you remember you was to watch there t hat night?" "Oh yes! Why, it seems 'bout a year ago. It was that very night that I follered Injun Joe to the widder's." "YOU followed him?" "Yes--but you keep mum. I reckon Injun Joe's left friends behind him, and I don' t want 'em souring on me and doing me mean tricks. If it hadn't ben for me he'd be down in Texas now, all right." Then Huck told his entire adventure in confidence to Tom, who had only heard of the Welshman's part of it before. "Well," said Huck, presently, coming back to the main question, "whoever nipped the whiskey in No. 2, nipped the money, too, I reckon --anyways it's a goner for us, Tom." "Huck, that money wasn't ever in No. 2!" "What!" Huck searched his comrade's face keenly. "Tom, have you got on the track of that money again?" "Huck, it's in the cave!" Huck's eyes blazed. "Say it again, Tom." "The money's in the cave!" "Tom--honest injun, now--is it fun, or earnest?" "Earnest, Huck--just as earnest as ever I was in my life. Will you go in there w ith me and help get it out?" "I bet I will! I will if it's where we can blaze our way to it and not get lost. " "Huck, we can do that without the least little bit of trouble in the world." "Good as wheat! What makes you think the money's--" "Huck, you just wait till we get in there. If we don't find it I'll agree to giv e you my drum and every thing I've got in the world. I will, by jings." "All right--it's a whiz. When do you say?" "Right now, if you say it. Are you strong enough?" "Is it far in the cave? I ben on my pins a little, three or four days, now, but I can't walk more'n a mile, Tom--least I don't think I could." "It's about five mile into there the way anybody but me would go, Huck, but ther

and we'll keep it quiet. That's the general way. You take their watches an d things. the women get to loving you." Tom said: "Now you see this bluff here looks all alike all the way down from the cave holl ow--no houses. Huck?" "Well. I'll float the skiff down there. If you drove them out they'd turn right around and come back. You make them raise all they can. Waylay people--that's mostly the way. Tom proudly marched into a thick clump of sumach bushes and said: "Here you are! Look at it. Huck. or else there wouldn't be any styl e about it." Huck searched all the place about. We want some bread and meat. Hive them in the cave till they raise a ransom. it just does. it's the snuggest hole in this country. Tom Sawyer's Gang--it sounds splendid. They ain't anybody a s polite as robbers --you'll see that in any book. and I'll pull it back again all by myself." A trifle after noon the boys borrowed a small skiff from a citizen who was absen t. most anybody. and got under way at once. many's the time I wished I had some when I was in th ere before. because it's close to home and circuses and all . It's so in all the books. We've got it now. Huck. where we're a-standing you could touch that hole I got out of with a fishing-pole. When they were several miles below "Cave Hollow. no wood-yards. You needn't ever turn your hand over. And who'll we rob?" "Oh.e's a mighty short cut that they don't anybody but me know about. See if you can find it. and after you've kept them a year." They landed." "What's a ransom?" "Money. I believe it's better'n to be a pirate. and some of these new-fangled things they call l ucifer matches. if it ain't raised then you kill them. and two or three kite-strings. only we'll let Joe Harper and Ben Rogers in --because of course there's got to be a Gang. and a little bag or two. You shut up the women." "Why. and found nothing." "Less start right off. I tell you. Only you don't kill the women. I'll tak e you right to it in a skiff. Tom. but I knew I'd got to have a thing like this. not always. You jus t keep mum about it. and after they 've been in the cave a week or two weeks they stop crying and after that you cou ldn't get them to leave. and where to run across it was the bother. Tom." "And kill them?" "No. it's real bully. "Now. bushes all alike. that's one of my marks. and awfully scared." "Yes. don't it. All along I've been wanting to be a robber. but you don't kill them. But do you see that white place up yonder where there's been a landslide? Well. it's better in some ways. but you always take your hat off and talk polite. We'll ge t ashore. Huck. They're always beautiful and rich. Tom. off'n their friends. and our pipes." "All right. Well. now.

cutting rude steps in the clay hill as he descended. it's a CROSS!" "NOW where's your Number Two? 'UNDER THE CROSS. They went on. Do you see that? There--on the big ro ck over yonder--done with candle-smoke. I didn't think of that. Tom said: . Huck. The boys began to quiet down to whispers. for the stillness and gloom of th e place oppressed their spirits.' hey? Right yonder's where I saw Injun Joe poke up his candle. then made their splice d kite-strings fast and moved on. that cross is." "No. A few steps brought them to the spring. Injun Joe's ghost is round about there. I know the ways of ghosts. a lso an old suspender." "No it ain't." "Tom. It would hang round the money. but only a steep clay hill twenty or thirty feet high. The lads searched and researched this place. Huck follow ed." Tom began to fear that Huck was right. Tom in the lead . Huck. But that's so. T he boys examined three of them with no result. what fools we're making of ourselves! Injun Joe's ghost ain't a going to come around where there's a cross!" The point was well taken.that. It would ha'nt the place where he died--away ou t at the mouth of the cave--five mile from here." He held his candle aloft and said: "Look as far around the corner as you can. I reckon we'll climb down there and have a hunt for that box. and described how he and Becky h ad watched the flame struggle and expire." Tom went first. certain. Huck. They found a small recess in the one nearest the base of the rock. Tom. with a pallet of blankets spread down in it. no it ain't. Huck!" Huck stared at the mystic sign awhile. But there was no money-box. less git out of here!" "What! and leave the treasure?" "Yes--leave it. it wouldn't. and To m felt a shudder quiver all through him. He showed Huck the fragment of candle-w ick perched on a lump of clay against the wall." By this time everything was ready and the boys entered the hole. They toiled their way to the farther end of the tunnel. "Tom. and presently entered and followe d Tom's other corridor until they reached the "jumping-off place. some bacon rind. It had its effect. Misgivings gathered in his mind. It's luck for us. Four avenues opened out of the small cavern which the great rock stood in. but in vain." The candles revealed the fact that it was not really a prec ipice. and then said with a shaky voice: "Tom. and the well-gnawed bones of two or three fowls. and so do you. Tom whispered: "Now I'll show you something. now. But pres ently an idea occurred to him-"Lookyhere.

Tom got into this a nd held his candle as far under the rock as he could. It 's an awful snug place for orgies. there's footprints and some candle-grease on the clay about on e side of this rock. It's getting late. We'll keep them there all the time. then to the left." "That ain't no bad notion." he said. Huck. Huck. Huck. Huck!--you hear that?" Huck began to dig and scratch now. occupying a snug little cavern. "Hey."He said UNDER the cross. I'm going to dig in the clay. after an awkward fashion." It weighed about fifty pounds. But robbers always have orgies. by-and-by. Come along. two or three pairs of o ld moccasins. I always reckoned we'd get it. It's just too good to believe. I reckon I was right to think of fetching the little bags along. the narrow way descended gradually. Huck could su ggest nothing. Tom!" said Huck with animation. what's that for? I bet you the money IS under the rock." They searched everywhere once more. He followed its winding course. a leather belt. we've been in here a long time. along with an empty powder-keg. Huck at his heels. By-and-by Tom said: "Lookyhere. Lemme see if I can lift the box. and of course we've got to have them. I recko n." said Huck. but said he could not see to the end of the rift. Tom's "real Barlow" was out at once. "Got it at last!" said Huck. but we HAVE got it. He proposed to explore. They had concealed a natural chasm which led under the rock. but not on the other sides. too. "My. but could not carry it conveniently. Well. Tom!" "Huck. ploughing among the tarnished coins with his hand." "What orgies?" "I dono. Some boards were soon uncovered and removed. "THEY carried it like it was heavy. Tom could lift it. "No. They're just the tricks to have when we go to robbi ng. t oo. a nd exclaimed: "My goodness. but we're rich. lookyhere!" It was the treasure-box. "I thought so. this comes nearest to being under the cross. He stooped and passed under." The money was soon in the bags and the boys took it up to the cross rock. Now. first to the ri ght. because that sets solid on the ground. and he had not dug four inches before he st ruck wood. sure enough. and some other rubbish well soaked with the waterdrip. that day at the ha' nted house. Let's snake it out. I'm hungry. Tom turned a short curve. too. "Now less fetch the guns and things. sure! Say--let's not fool around here. We'll eat and smoke when we get to the skiff." . It can't be under the rock itself. and then sat down discouraged. and we'll hold our orgies there. I noticed that. Huck--leave them there. a couple of guns in leather cases.

Huck. Sid. Mr. you'll see. . Why. What do you want to be afraid for?" This question was not entirely answered in Huck's slow mind before he found hims elf pushed. Mary. who's that?" "Huck and Tom Sawyer. then. when we get to the Widow Douglas'. and everybody that was of any consequence in the village was there. I don't know. found the coast clear. Jones. the boys in this town will take more trouble and fool away more ti me hunting up six bits' worth of old iron to sell to the foundry than they would to make twice the money at regular work. "Now. boys." The Welshman laughed. Huck. the editor. The Thatchers were there. we haven't been doing nothing. The widow received the boys as heartily as any one could well rec eive two such looking beings. trot ahead--I'll haul the wagon for you. you are keeping everybody waiting. and all dressed in their best." "All right. dragging his cargo behind him. I don't know about that. Douglas' drawing-room. and frowned and shook her head at Tom. Jones left the wagon near the door and followed. anyway. looked warily out. they stopped to rest. Tom skimmed up the sh ore through the long twilight. the Welshman stepped out and said: "Hallo. I wo n't be gone a minute. Got bricks in it?--or old metal?" "Old metal. Here--hurry up. Just you lay quie t here and watch the stuff till I run and hook Benny Taylor's little wagon. Ain't you and the wi dow good friends?" "Yes." said Tom. But that's human nature--hurry along. Aun t Polly blushed crimson with humiliation. the minister. my boy. and landed shortly a fter dark. The place was grandly lighted. Ju st as they were about to move on. into Mrs. and presently returned with the wagon. When the boys reached the Welshman's house." said Tom. They were covered with clay and candle-grease. "Well." Huck said with some apprehension--for he was long used to being falsely accused: "Mr. the Harpers. threw some old rags on top of them. and then we'll hunt up a place out in the woods for it where it will be safe. Well. "we'll hide the money in the loft of the widow's woodshed . put the two small sacks i nto it. hurry along!" The boys wanted to know what the hurry was about." "Good! Come along with me. and started off. and a great many more. "Never mind.They presently emerged into the clump of sumach bushes. and I'll come up in the morning and we'll count it and divide. chatting cheerily with Huck. and were soon lunching and smoking in the skiff. along with Tom. As the sun di pped toward the horizon they pushed out and got under way. the Rogerses. it's not as light as it might be. Aunt Pol ly. she's ben good friends to me." He disappeared. "I judged so.

what?" "Why. The window ain't high from the ground. What's all this blow-out a bout. but I stumbled on him and Huck right at my door. I ain't going dow n there. Sid?" "About Huck tracking the robbers to the widow's. Huck--Mr. J ones bought one and I the other." "Oh. but I bet you it will drop pretty flat. socks. Tom. and everybody's been fretting about you. yet. "Sid. Mr. Mary got you r Sunday clothes ready. They're Huck's--no. Here are two new suits of clothes --shirts. "Tom. And say--I can tell you something. old Mr. so I gave him up. and so I just brought them along in a hurry. as a secret. But they'll fit both of you. CHAPTER XXXIV HUCK said: "Tom. if you want to know. was it you that told?" ." "Shucks! what do you want to slope for?" "Well. you jist 'tend to your own business. "auntie has been waiting for you all the afternoon." Then she left. Siddy. anyway?" "It's one of the widow's parties that she's always having. boys. you kno w!" "Secret about what. however. Mr. too. on your clothes?" "Now. we can slope. but I reckon it's not much of a secret now. Jones is going to try to spring something on the people here to-ni ght. Say--ain't this grease and clay. I'll take care of you. We' ll wait--come down when you are slicked up enough." Sid appeared. bother! It ain't anything. Everybody knows --the widow.Nobody suffered half as much as the two boys did. Get into them." Sid chuckled in a very contented and satisfied way. everything complete." "And you did just right." said the widow. Jones was going to make a grand time over his surprise. but I overheard him tell auntie to-day about it." said he. Jones said: "Tom wasn't at home. This time it's for th e Welshman and his sons. Mr. on account of that scrape they helped her out of the ot her night. if we can find a rope. I don't mind it a bit. "Come with me." "Well. Jones was bound Huc k should be here--couldn't get along with his grand secret without Huck. I ain't used to that kind of a crowd. I reckon Mr." She took them to a bedchamber and said: "Now wash and dress yourselves. no thanks. I can't stand it. for all she tries to let on she don't.

but it don't amou nt to anything now. You can't do any but mean things. He sprung his secret about Huck's share in the adventure in the finest dramatic manner he was master of. Maybe you don't believe it. Huck's rich. the widow made a pretty fair show of aston ishment. nobody spoke for a moment . Mr." Tom ran out of doors. This one makes it sing mighty small. When he had finished . there ain't ever any making of that boy out. as the widow says"-and Tom cuffed Sid's ears and helped him to the door with several kicks. I never--" Tom entered. there's only one person in this town mean enough to do that. "Sid. Jones made his little speech . in which he thanked the widow for the honor she was doing himself and his sons . and that's yo u. who was tongue-tied." "Sid. and Aunt Polly did not fin ish her sentence."Oh. and that when she could spare the money she would start him in business in a modest way. It was more than any one present had ever seen at one time before. The widow said she meant to give Huck a home under her roof and have him educate d. though seve . struggling with the weight of his sacks. SOMEBODY told--that's enough. Tom said he could furnish it. Tom's chance was come. Tom broke it: "Huck's got money. after the fashion o f that country and that day. Then there was a unanimous call for an explanation. If you had been in Huck's place you'd 'a' sneaked down the hill and never tol d anybody on the robbers." The money was counted. but brimful of interest." Nothing but a heavy strain upon the good manners of the company kept back the du e and proper complimentary laugh at this pleasant joke. Jones said: "I thought I had fixed up a little surprise for this occasion. The sum amounted to a little over twelve thousand dollars . The company looked at each other with a perplexed interest --and inquiringly at Huck. but the surprise it occasioned was largely counterfeit and not as clamorous and effusive as it might have been under happier circumstances. but said that there was another person whose modesty-And so forth and so on. and you can't bear t o see anybody praised for doing good ones. There was scarcely a n interruption from any one to break the charm of its flow. Oh. All gazed. There--no thanks. I'm willing to allow. you needn't smile--I reckon I can show you. "Now g o and tell auntie if you dare--and to-morrow you'll catch it!" Some minutes later the widow's guests were at the supper-table. However. But the silence was a li ttle awkward. "He--well. The tale was long. never mind who it was. but he's got lots of it. what ails Tom?" said Aunt Polly. and heaped so many compliments and so much gratitude upon Huck that he almost forgot the nearly intolerable discomfort of his new clothes in the entire ly intolerable discomfort of being set up as a target for everybody's gaze and e verybody's laudations. and he did. You just wait a minute. and a dozen chil dren were propped up at little side-tables in the same room. At the proper time Mr. He said: "Huck don't need it. Tom poured the mass of yellow coin upon the table and said: "There--what did I tell you? Half of it's Huck's and half of it's mine!" The spectacle took the general breath away.

He said that no commonplace boy would ever have got his daughter out of the cave. The widow's servants kept him clean and neat. and when she pleaded grace for the mighty lie which Tom had told in order to shift that whipping from her shoulders to his own. She went straight off and told Tom about it. a magnanimous lie--a lie th at was worthy to hold up its head and march down through history breast to breas t with George Washington's lauded Truth about the hatchet! Becky thought her fat her had never looked so tall and so superb as when he walked the floor and stamp ed his foot and said that. The village paper published biographical sketch es of the boys. cup. the Judge was visibly moved. but now their sa yings were treasured and repeated. they had evidently lost the power of doing and saying common place things. their past history was raked up and discovered to bear m arks of conspicuous originality. The Widow Douglas put Huck's money out at six per cent. Judge Thatcher hoped to see Tom a great lawyer or a great soldier some day. whithersoever he turned. When Becky told her fathe r. Wherever Tom and Huck appeared they were courted. they dragged the ri . The p ublic were profoundly concerned. that w as simply prodigious--a dollar for every week-day in the year and half of the Su ndays. lodge. in strict confidence. it was what he was promised--he generally couldn't collect it. glorified. and school a boy in those old simple days --and clothe him and wash him. stared at. It was just what the minister got --no. he had to use na pkin. gloated over. seemed next to incredible. and they bedded him nightly in unsympath etic sheets that had not one little spot or stain which he could press to his he art and know for a friend. in order th at he might be ready for either career or both. all in actual cash. Petersburg. how Tom had taken her whipping at school. dragged him into it. the bars and shackles of civilization shut him in and bound him hand an d foot. and Judge Thatcher did the same with Tom's at Aunt Polly's request. Fo r forty-eight hours the widow hunted for him everywhere in great distress.. Each lad had an income. they searched high and low. until the reason of many of the citizens tottered under the strain of the unhealthy ex citement. but men--pretty grave. and plate. too. the Judge said w ith a fine outburst that it was a noble. too. and then one day turned up missing. Judge Thatcher had conceived a great opinion of Tom. he had t o talk so properly that speech was become insipid in his mouth. moreover. He s aid he meant to look to it that Tom should be admitted to the National Military Academy and afterward trained in the best law school in the country. Every "haunted" house in St. He had to eat with a knife and fork. unromantic men. combed and brushed.ral persons were there who were worth considerably more than that in property. a generous. and its foundations dug up and ransacked for hidden treasure--and not by boys. for that matter. Huck Finn's wealth and the fact that he was now under the Widow Douglas' protect ion introduced him into society--no. hurled him into it--an d his sufferings were almost more than he could bear. now. CHAPTER XXXV THE reader may rest satisfied that Tom's and Huck's windfall made a mighty stir in the poor little village of St. A dollar an d a quarter a week would board. he had to go to church. pl ank by plank. admired. everything they did seemed somehow to be rega rded as remarkable. The boys were not a ble to remember that their remarks had possessed weight before. some of them. Petersburg and the neighboring villages was dissected. It was talked about. So vast a sum. He bravely bore his miseries three weeks. he had to learn his book.

I won't be rich. Blame it a ll! just as we'd got guns. 'Tain't fair. and hogsheads. with his pi pe. And grub comes too easy--I don't take no interest in vi ttles." "No! Oh. Huck. I g ot to wear shoes all Sunday. He was unkempt. too. she prayed all the time! I never see such a woman! I HAD to shove. To m--I just had to. it don't work. or I'd a died. The widder's good to me. I got to ask to go a-fishing. Tom. But Huck. I wouldn't ever got into all this trouble if it hadn't 'a' ben for that money. here this dern foolishness has got to come up and spile it all!" Tom saw his opportunity-"Lookyhere. I wouldn't stand THAT. and a cave. She makes me get up just at the same time every mornin g. and they're so rotten nice that I can't set down. bec uz I don't give a dern for a thing 'thout it's tollable hard to git--and you go and beg off for me with the widder. And besides. Huck's face lo st its tranquil content. but I can't stand them ways. I ain't everybody. and it don't work." "Like it! Yes--the way I'd like a hot stove if I was to set on it long enough. Huck had slept there. Huck. to ld him the trouble he had been causing. it don't make no difference. good-licks. I hain't slid on a cell ar-door for--well.ver for his body. Tom. nor stretch. and friendly. and I'll stick to 'em. and sweat and sweat. she wouldn't let me gape. It's awful to be tied up so. being rich ain't what it's cracked up to be." "Well. she wouldn't let me yell. It's just worry and worry. it 'pears to be years. I can't chaw. and I can't STAND it. I got to go to church and sweat and sw eat--I hate them ornery sermons! I can't ketch a fly in there. she makes me wash." "Tom. I like the woods. you know I can't do that. and all just fixed to rob. nor scratch . he had just breakfasted upon so me stolen odds and ends of food. Looky here." "Oh. Tom. Huck. Tom. and this bar'l suits me." . to git a taste in my mouth. and besides if you'll try thi s thing just a while longer you'll come to like it. and was lying off. He said: "Don't talk about it. and took a melancholy cast. that school's going to open. Tom. that way. Tom. and I'd a had to go to it--well. The widder wouldn't let me smo ke. and clad in the same old ruin of rags that had mad e him picturesque in the days when he was free and happy. and the river. she goes to bed by a bel l. before folks--" [Then with a spasm of special irritation and injury]--"And dad fetch it. uncombed. they comb me all to thunder. being rich ain't going to keep me back from turning robber. Tom?" "Just as dead earnest as I'm sitting here. and a-wis hing you was dead all the time. Tom. I've tried it. every day . everybody does that way. in comfort. are you in real dead-wood earnest. nor roll around anywher's. Well. Tom routed him out. Tom. It ain't for me. she won't let me sleep in the woodshed. now. and I ain't ever going to shake 'em any more. Now these clothes suits me. she gits up by a bell--everything's so awful reg'lar a body can't stand it. and gimme a ten-center sometimes--not many times. we can't let you into the g ang if you ain't respectable. I'd got to talk so nice i t wasn't no comfort--I'd got to go up in the attic and rip out awhile. you know. I ain't used to it. and in one of them he found the refugee. and I won't live in them cussed smothery houses. The widder eats by a bell. now you just take my shee r of it along with your'n. nor lay down. I got to ask to go in a-swimming-dern'd if I hain't got to ask to do everything. and urged him to go home. I got to wear them blamed clothes that just smothers me. they do n't seem to any air git through 'em. somehow. N o. Early the third morning Tom Sawyer wisely went poking among so me old empty hogsheads down behind the abandoned slaughter-house.

" "Well. "Can't let me in. When you going to start the gang and turn robbers?" "Oh. Tom? Didn't you let me go for a pirate?" "Yes." "Have the which?" "Have the initiation. midnight's good. Tom--now will you? That's good." CONCLUSION SO endeth this chronicle. it must stop her e. awfulest place you can find--a ha'nted house is the best. and crowd through or bust. but they're all ripped up now. If she'll let up on some of the rough est things. Huck. right off. Tom. and sign it with blood. that's something LIKE! Why. We'll get the boys together and have the initiation to-night. ma ybe. and I DON'T want to--but what would people say? Why." "That's gay--that's mighty gay. engaged in a mental struggle." "Now. it's a million times bullier than pirating. I'll go back to the widder for a month and tackle it and see if I can com e to stand it. It being strictly a history of a BOY. I wouldn't want to. Tom. Tom? You wouldn't do that. I reckon she'll be proud she snaked me in out of the wet. Tom. Wh en one writes a novel about grown people. they'd say. I tell you. and kill anybody and all his family that hurt s one of the gang." "Yes. it's a whiz! Come along. A robber is more high-toned than what a pirate is--a s a general thing. would you." "Will you. and everybody talking 'bout it. Finally he said: "Well.Huck's joy was quenched. he knows exactly where to stop--that i . hain't you always ben friendly to me? You wouldn't shet me out." Huck was silent for some time. old chap. so it is. And all that swearing's got to be done at midnight. Tom?" "Huck." "Well." "All right. WOULD you. in the l onesomest. if you'll let me b'long to the gang. and I'll ask the widow to l et up on you a little. and I wouldn't. In most countries they're awful high up in the nobility--duke s and such. And you've got to swear on a coffin. Tom. Huck." "Now. but that's different. I' ll stick to the widder till I rot. even if you're chopped all to flinders. Huck. Tom. anyway. the story could not go much further without becoming the history of a MAN. I'll smoke private and cuss private. You wouldn't like that. 'Mph! Tom Sawyer's Gang! pretty low characters in it!' They'd mean y ou. and if I git to be a reg'lar ripper of a robber. and never tell the gang's secrets. I bet it is." "What's that?" "It's to swear to stand by one another. now.

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