PREFACE
Mostoftheadventuresrecordedinthisbook
stvarno
reallyoccurred;oneortwowereexperiencesofmyown,therestthoseofboys
koji
whowereschoolmatesofmine.HuckFinnisdrawnfromlife;
TomSawyer
također
also,butnotfromanindividual—heisacombinationofthecharacteristicsoftri
threeboyswhomIknew,i
andthereforebelongstothecompositeorderofarchitecture.Theoddsuperstitionstoucheduponwere
sva
allprevalentamongchildrenandslavesintheWestattheperiodofthisstory—thatistosay,thirtyili
orfortyyearsago.Althoughmy
knjiga
bookisintendedmainlyfortheentertainmentofboysi
andgirls,Ihopeitće
willnotbeshunnedbymeni
andwomenonthataccount,fordio
partofmyplanhasbeentotrytopleasantlyremindadultsofwhattheyoncewerethemselves,i
andofhowtheyfelti
andthoughtandtalked,andwhatqueerenterprisestheyponekad
sometimesengagedin.THEAUTHOR.
CHAPTERI
“Tom!”
Noanswer.
“TOM!”
Noanswer.
“What’sgone
s
withthatboy,Iwonder?YouTOM!”
Noanswer.
The
stara
oldladypulledherspectaclesdolje
downandlookedoverthemoko
abouttheroom;thensheputthemup
i
andlookedoutunderthem.Sheseldom
ili
orneverlookedthroughthemforsosmallje
athingasaboy;theywereherstatepair,theprideofher
srca
heart,andwerebuiltfor“style,”notservice—shecouldhaveseenkroz
throughapairofstove-lidsjustasdobro
well.Shelookedperplexedfor
je
amoment,andthensaid,notfiercely,ali
butstillloudenoughforna
thefurnituretohear:.“Well,Ilay
ako
ifIgetholdofyouI’ll—”.Shedidnotfinish,forbythis
vrijeme
timeshewasbendingdowni
andpunchingunderthebedwiththebroom,i
andsosheneededbreathtopunctuatethepuncheswith.Sheresurrected
ništa
nothingbutthecat.“I
nikada
neverdidseethebeatofthatboy!”Shewenttotheopen
vrata
doorandstoodiniti
andlookedoutamongthetomatovinesi
and“jimpson”weedsthatconstitutedthegarden.Ne
NoTom.Soshelifteduphervoiceatananglecalculatedfordistance
i
andshouted:.“Y-o-u-uTOM!”
Therewas
je
aslightnoisebehindheri
andsheturnedjustinvrijeme
timetoseizeasmallboybyna
theslackofhisroundabouti
andarresthisflight.“There!
Imight’a’thoughtof
taj
thatcloset.Whatyoubeendoinginthere?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing!
Lookatyourhands.
I
Andlookatyourmouth.Whatis
to
thattruck?”“Idon’tknow,aunt.”
“Well,I
znam
know.It’sjam—that’swhatit
je
is.FortytimesI’vesaid
ako
ifyoudidn’tletthatjammiru
aloneI’dskinyou.Handme
taj
thatswitch.”Theswitchhoveredintheair—theperilwasdesperate—.
“My!
Lookbehindyou,aunt!”
The
stara
oldladywhirledround,andsnatchedherskirtsoutofdanger.Theladfledontheinstant,scrambledupthehighboard-fence,
i
anddisappearedoverit.HisauntPollystoodsurprised
je
amoment,andthenbrokeintoje
agentlelaugh.“Hangtheboy,can’tInever
naučiti
learnanything?Ain’theplayedmetricks
dovoljno
enoughlikethatformetobelookingoutforhimbythistime?Ali
Butoldfoolsisthebiggestfoolsthereis.Can’t
naučiti
learnanolddognewtricks,asthesayingse
is.Butmygoodness,heneverplaysthemalike,
dva
twodays,andhowisatijelo
bodytoknowwhat’scoming?He’pearstoknowjust
koliko
howlonghecantormentmeprije
beforeIgetmydanderup,i
andheknowsifhecanmakeouttoputmeoffforje
aminuteormakemelaugh,it’ssve
alldownagainandIcan’tudariti
hithimalick.Iain’tdoingmydutyby
to
thatboy,andthat’stheLord’sistina
truth,goodnessknows.Sparetherod
i
andspilethechild,astheDobra
GoodBooksays.I’malayingupsin
i
andsufferingforusboth,Iznam
know.He’sfullofthe
Starog
OldScratch,butlaws-a-me!he’smyown
mrtve
deadsister’sboy,poorthing,a
andIain’tgotthesrca
hearttolashhim,somehow.Svaki
EverytimeIlethimoff,myconsciencedoeshurtmeso,i
andeverytimeIhithimmyoldsrce
heartmostbreaks.Well-a-well,manthatisbornof
žene
womanisoffewdaysandpun
fulloftrouble,astheScripturesays,andIreckonit’sso.He’ll
igrati
playhookeythisevening,[*]andI’llsamo
justbeobleegedtomakehimraditi
work,tomorrow,topunishhim.It’smighty
teško
hardtomakehimworkSaturdays,kada
whenalltheboysishavingholiday,ali
buthehatesworkmorethanhehatesnešto
anythingelse,andI’vegottodosomeofmydutybyhim,ili
orI’llbetheruinationofna
thechild.”[*]Southwesternfor“afternoon”.
Tomdidplayhookey,
i
andhehadaverydobro
goodtime.Hegotback
kući
homebarelyinseasontopomogne
helpJim,thesmallcoloredboy,sawnext-day’swoodi
andsplitthekindlingsbeforesupper—atbarem
leasthewasthereinvrijeme
timetotellhisadventurestoJimdok
whileJimdidthree-fourthsofna
thework.Tom’syoungerbrother(orratherhalf-brother)Sidwas
već
alreadythroughwithhispartoftheposla
work(pickingupchips),forhewasje
aquietboy,andhadnoadventurous,trouble-someways.Dok
WhileTomwaseatinghissupper,i
andstealingsugarasopportunityoffered,AuntPollyaskedhimquestionskoja
thatwerefullofguile,i
andverydeep—forshewantedtotraphimintodamagingrevealments.Like
mnoge
manyothersimple-heartedsouls,itwasherpetvanitytobelieveshewasendowedwithje
atalentfordarkandmysteriousdiplomacy,i
andshelovedtocontemplatehermosttransparentdevicesasmarvelsoflowcunning.Saidshe:.
“Tom,itwasmiddlingwarminschool,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Powerfulwarm,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Didn’tyouwantto
ići
goina-swimming,Tom?”Abitof
je
ascareshotthroughTom—adodir
touchofuncomfortablesuspicion.HesearchedAuntPolly’s
lice
face,butittoldhimništa
nothing.Sohesaid:.
“No’m—well,notverymuch.”
The
stara
oldladyreachedoutherruku
handandfeltTom’sshirt,i
andsaid:.“Butyouain’t
previše
toowarmnow,though.”Anditflatteredhertoreflectthatshehaddiscoveredthat
na
theshirtwasdrywithoutitko
anybodyknowingthatthatwaswhatshehadinherumu
mind.Butinspiteofher,Tomknew
gdje
wherethewindlay,now.Soheforestalledwhatmightbethe
sljedeći
nextmove:.“Someofuspumpedonourheads—mine’sdamp
još
yet.See?”
AuntPollywasvexedtothinkshehadoverlookedthatbitofcircumstantialevidence,
i
andmissedatrick.Thenshehad
je
anewinspiration:.“Tom,youdidn’thavetoundoyourshirtcollar
gdje
whereIsewedit,topumponyourglavu
head,didyou?Unbuttonyourjacket!”
ThetroublevanishedoutofTom’sface.
Heopenedhisjacket.
Hisshirtcollarwassecurelysewed.
“Bother!
Pa
Well,go’longwithyou.I’dmadesureyou’dplayedhookey
i
andbeena-swimming.ButIforgiveye,Tom.
Ireckonyou’reakindofasingedcat,asthesayingis—better’nyoulook.
Ovaj
Thistime.”Shewashalf
žao
sorryhersagacityhadmiscarried,a
andhalfgladthatTomhadstumbledintoobedientconductforjednom
once.ButSidneysaid:.
“Well,
sad
now,ifIdidn’tthinkyousewedhiscollarwithwhitethread,ali
butit’sblack.”“Why,Ididsewitwithwhite!
Tom!”
Ali
ButTomdidnotwaitfortheostatak
rest.Ashewentoutatthe
vrata
doorhesaid:.“Siddy,I’lllickyouforthat.”
In
je
asafeplaceTomexamineddvije
twolargeneedleswhichwerethrustintona
thelapelsofhisjacket,andhadthreadboundoko
aboutthem—oneneedlecarriedwhitethreadandna
theotherblack.Hesaid:.
“She’d
nije
nevernoticedifithadn’tbeenforSid.Confoundit!
ponekad
sometimesshesewsitwithwhite,a
andsometimesshesewsitwithblack.Iwishtogee-minyshe’dsticktoone
ili
ort’other—Ican’tkeeptherunof’em.Ali
ButIbetyouI’lllamSidforthat.I’ll
naučiti
learnhim!”HewasnottheModelBoyofthevillage.
Heknewthemodelboy
vrlo
verywellthough—andloathedhim.Within
dvije
twominutes,orevenless,hehadforgottensve
allhistroubles.Notbecausehistroubleswereonewhitlessheavy
i
andbittertohimthanje
aman’saretoaman,butzato što
becauseanewandpowerfulinterestborethemdowni
anddrovethemoutofhisuma
mindforthetime—justasmen’smisfortunesareforgotteninna
theexcitementofnewenterprises.Ovo
Thisnewinterestwasavaluednoveltyinwhistling,koje
whichhehadjustacquiredfromje
anegro,andhewassufferingtopractiseitundisturbed.Itconsistedin
je
apeculiarbird-liketurn,asortofliquidwarble,producedbytouchingthetonguetotheroofofthemouthatshortintervalsinthemidstofthemusic—thereadervjerojatno
probablyremembershowtodoto
it,ifhehaseverbeenje
aboy.Diligenceandattention
ubrzo
soongavehimtheknackofto
it,andhestrodedownthestreets
withhismouthfullofharmonyi
andhissoulfullofgratitude.Hefeltmuchasanastronomerfeels
koji
whohasdiscoveredanewplanet—nodoubt,asfarasstrong,deep,unalloyedpleasureisconcerned,theadvantagewaswiththeboy,nottheastronomer.Thesummereveningswere
duge
long.Itwasnotdark,
još
yet.PresentlyTomcheckedhiswhistle.
Je
Astrangerwasbeforehim—adječak
boyashadelargerthanhimself.Je
Anew-comerofanyageoreithersexwasanimpressivecuriosityinthepoorlittleshabbyvillageofSt.Petersburg.Ovaj
Thisboywaswelldressed,too—welldressedonje
aweek-day.Thiswassimplyastounding.
Hiscapwas
je
adaintything,hisclose-buttonedblueclothroundaboutwasnovi
newandnatty,andsowerehispantaloons.Hehadshoeson—anditwas
tek
onlyFriday.Heevenwore
je
anecktie,abrightbitofribbon.Hehad
je
acitifiedairabouthimkoji
thatateintoTom’svitals.The
više
moreTomstaredatthesplendidmarvel,thehigherheturneduphisnoseathisfineryi
andtheshabbierandshabbierhisownoutfitseemedtohimtogrow.Neitherboyspoke.
Ako
Ifonemoved,theothermoved—butsamo
onlysidewise,inacircle;theykept
lice
facetofaceandeyetoeyeallthevrijeme
time.FinallyTomsaid:.
“I
mogu
canlickyou!”“I’dliketoseeyoutryit.”
“Well,I
mogu
candoit.”“Noyoucan’t,either.”
“YesIcan.”
“Noyoucan’t.”
“Ican.”
“Youcan’t.”
“Can!”
“Can’t!”
Anuncomfortablepause.
ThenTomsaid:.
“What’syourname?”
“’Tisn’tanyofyourbusiness,maybe.”
“WellI’lowI’ll
učiniti
makeitmybusiness.”“Well
zašto
whydon’tyou?”“Ifyousay
puno
much,Iwill.”“Much—much—much.
Therenow.”
“Oh,youthinkyou’remightysmart,don’tyou?
Icouldlickyou
s
withonehandtiedbehindmene
me,ifIwantedto.”“Well
zašto
whydon’tyoudoit?Yousayyou
možeš
candoit.”“WellIwill,
ako
ifyoufoolwithme.”“Ohyes—I’veseenwholefamiliesinthesamefix.”
“Smarty!
Youthinkyou’re
neki
some,now,don’tyou?Oh,whatahat!”
“You
možeš
canlumpthathatifyoudon’tsviđa
likeit.Idareyoutoknockitoff—andanybodythat’ll
uzeti
takeadarewillsuckeggs.”“You’realiar!”
“You’reanother.”
“You’reafightingliar
i
anddasn’ttakeitup.”“Aw—takeawalk!”
“Say—ifyougiveme
mnogo
muchmoreofyoursassI’lltakei
andbouncearockoff’nyourhead.”“Oh,of
naravno
courseyouwill.”“WellIwill.”
“Well
zašto
whydon’tyoudoitthen?Whatdoyoukeepsayingyouwillfor?
Zašto
Whydon’tyoudoit?It’s
zato što
becauseyou’reafraid.”“Iain’tafraid.”
“Youare.”
“Iain’t.”
“Youare.”
Anotherpause,
i
andmoreeyingandsidlingoko
aroundeachother.Presentlytheywereshouldertoshoulder.
Tomsaid:.
“Getawayfromhere!”
“Goawayyourself!”
“Iwon’t.”
“Iwon’teither.”
Sotheystood,eachwithafootplacedatanangleasabrace,
i
andbothshovingwithmighti
andmain,andgloweringateachdruge
otherwithhate.Butneithercould
dobiti
getanadvantage.Afterstrugglingtill
oboje
bothwerehotandflushed,svaki
eachrelaxedhisstrainwithwatchfulcaution,andTomsaid:.“You’reacoward
i
andapup.I’lltellmybig
bratu
brotheronyou,andhemože
canthrashyouwithhislittlefinger,andI’llmakehimdoit,too.”“WhatdoI
briga
careforyourbigbrother?I’vegot
je
abrotherthat’sbiggerthanheis—andwhat’sviše
more,hecanthrowhimpreko
overthatfence,too.“That’s
je
alie.”