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The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete | Gradually Hardening Danish A1

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete | Gradually Hardening Danish A1

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PREFACE
Mostoftheadventuresrecordedin
denne
thisbookreallyoccurred;
one
eller
ortwowereexperiencesofmy
egne
own,therestthoseofboys
der
whowereschoolmatesofmine.
HuckFinnisdrawnfromlife;
TomSawyer
også
also,butnotfromanindividual—heisacombinationof
den
thecharacteristicsofthreeboyswhomI
kendte
knew,andthereforebelongsto
den
thecompositeorderofarchitecture.
Theoddsuperstitionstoucheduponwere
alle
allprevalentamongchildrenandslavesintheWestattheperiodof
denne
thisstory—thatistosay,thirty
eller
orfortyyearsago.
Althoughmy
bog
bookisintendedmainlyfortheentertainmentofboys
og
andgirls,Ihopeit
vil
willnotbeshunnedbymen
og
andwomenonthataccount,for
del
partofmyplanhasbeento
forsøge
trytopleasantlyremindadultsofwhattheyoncewerethemselves,
og
andofhowtheyfelt
og
andthoughtandtalked,andwhatqueerenterprisesthey
undertiden
sometimesengagedin.
THEAUTHOR.
CHAPTERI
“Tom!”
Ikke
Noanswer.
“TOM!”
Noanswer.
“What’sgone
med
withthatboy,Iwonder?
YouTOM!”
Ikke
Noanswer.
Theoldladypulledherspectacles
ned
downandlookedoverthem
om
abouttheroom;
thenshe
lagde
putthemupandlooked
ud
outunderthem.
Sheseldom
eller
orneverlookedthroughthemforso
lille
smallathingasa
dreng
boy;
theywereherstatepair,theprideofherheart,
og
andwerebuiltfor“style,”notservice—she
kunne
couldhaveseenthroughapairofstove-lids
lige
justaswell.
Shelookedperplexedfor
et
amoment,andthensaid,notfiercely,
men
butstillloudenoughforthefurnitureto
høre
hear:.
“Well,IlayifI
får
getholdofyouI’ll—”.
Shedidnotfinish,forby
dette
thistimeshewasbending
ned
downandpunchingunderthe
sengen
bedwiththebroom,andsosheneededbreathtopunctuatethepunches
med
with.
Sheresurrectednothingbutthecat.
“I
aldrig
neverdidseethebeatofthatboy!”
She
gik
wenttotheopendoor
og
andstoodinitand
kiggede
lookedoutamongthetomatovines
og
and“jimpson”weedsthatconstitutedthegarden.
Nej
NoTom.
Soshelifteduphervoiceat
en
ananglecalculatedfordistance
og
andshouted:.
“Y-o-u-uTOM!”
Therewas
en
aslightnoisebehindher
og
andsheturnedjustintimetoseize
en
asmallboybytheslackofhisroundabout
og
andarresthisflight.
“There!
Imight’a’
tænkte
thoughtofthatcloset.
Whatyoubeen
lavet
doinginthere?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing!
Se
Lookatyourhands.
And
se
lookatyourmouth.
Whatisthattruck?”
“Idon’t
ved
know,aunt.”
“Well,Iknow.
It’sjam—that’swhatit
er
is.
FortytimesI’vesaid
hvis
ifyoudidn’tletthatjamaloneI’dskinyou.
Handmethatswitch.”
Theswitchhoveredintheair—theperilwasdesperate—.
“My!
Se
Lookbehindyou,aunt!”
The
gamle
oldladywhirledround,andsnatchedherskirts
ud
outofdanger.
Theladfledontheinstant,scrambled
op
upthehighboard-fence,anddisappeared
over
overit.
HisauntPolly
stod
stoodsurprisedamoment,andthen
brød
brokeintoagentlelaugh.
“Hangtheboy,can’tI
aldrig
neverlearnanything?
Ain’the
spillet
playedmetricksenoughlikethatformetobelookingoutforhimby
dette
thistime?
Butoldfoolsis
de
thebiggestfoolsthereis.
Can’t
lære
learnanolddognewtricks,asthe
siger
sayingis.
Butmygoodness,he
aldrig
neverplaysthemalike,twodays,
og
andhowisabodyto
vide
knowwhat’scoming?
He’pearsto
ved
knowjusthowlonghe
kan
cantormentmebeforeI
få
getmydanderup,andhe
ved
knowsifhecanmakeouttoputmeofffor
et
aminuteormakemelaugh,it’s
alt
alldownagainandIcan’t
slå
hithimalick.
Iain’t
gør
doingmydutybythat
dreng
boy,andthat’stheLord’s
sandhed
truth,goodnessknows.
Sparetherod
og
andspilethechild,as
den
theGoodBooksays.
I’m
en
alayingupsinandsufferingforus
begge
both,Iknow.
He’sfullof
den
theOldScratch,butlaws-a-me!
he’smy
egen
owndeadsister’sboy,poor
ting
thing,andIain’tgotthe
hjertet
hearttolashhim,somehow.
Hver
EverytimeIlethimoff,myconscience
gør
doeshurtmeso,and
hver
everytimeIhithimmy
gamle
oldheartmostbreaks.
Well-a-well,
manden
manthatisbornof
kvinde
womanisoffewdays
og
andfulloftrouble,as
det
theScripturesays,andIreckonit’sso.
He’ll
spille
playhookeythisevening,[*]andI’ll
bare
justbeobleegedtomakehim
arbejde
work,tomorrow,topunishhim.
It’smighty
svært
hardtomakehimworkSaturdays,
når
whenalltheboysishavingholiday,
men
buthehatesworkmore
end
thanhehatesanythingelse,
og
andI’vegottodosomeofmydutyby
ham
him,orI’llbetheruinationof
det
thechild.”
[*]Southwesternfor“afternoon”.
Tom
gjorde
didplayhookey,andhe
havde
hadaverygoodtime.
He
kom
gotbackhomebarelyinseasonto
hjælpe
helpJim,thesmallcolored
dreng
boy,sawnext-day’swoodandsplitthekindlings
før
beforesupper—atleasthewas
der
thereintimetotellhisadventurestoJim
mens
whileJimdidthree-fourthsofthe
arbejdet
work.
Tom’syoungerbrother(orratherhalf-brother)Sidwas
allerede
alreadythroughwithhispartofthe
arbejdet
work(pickingupchips),forhewas
en
aquietboy,andhad
ingen
noadventurous,trouble-someways.
WhileTomwas
spiste
eatinghissupper,andstealingsugarasopportunityoffered,AuntPolly
stillede
askedhimquestionsthatwere
fuld
fullofguile,andverydeep—forshe
ønskede
wantedtotraphimintodamagingrevealments.
Like
mange
manyothersimple-heartedsouls,itwasherpetvanityto
tro
believeshewasendowedwith
et
atalentfordarkandmysteriousdiplomacy,
og
andshelovedtocontemplateher
mest
mosttransparentdevicesasmarvelsoflowcunning.
Sagde
Saidshe:.
“Tom,itwasmiddlingwarminschool,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Powerfulwarm,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Didn’tyou
ville
wanttogoina-swimming,Tom?”
En
Abitofascare
skud
shotthroughTom—atouchofuncomfortablesuspicion.
HesearchedAuntPolly’s
ansigt
face,butittoldhim
intet
nothing.
Sohesaid:.
“No’m—well,notverymuch.”
Den
Theoldladyreachedouther
hånden
handandfeltTom’sshirt,
og
andsaid:.
“Butyouain’ttoowarm
nu
now,though.”
Anditflatteredhertoreflectthatshe
havde
haddiscoveredthattheshirtwasdry
uden
withoutanybodyknowingthatthatwaswhatshe
havde
hadinhermind.
Butinspiteof
hende
her,Tomknewwherethewind
lå
lay,now.
Soheforestalledwhat
kunne
mightbethenextmove:.
“Someofuspumpedonourheads—mine’sdamp
endnu
yet.
See?”
AuntPollywasvexedto
tro
thinkshehadoverlookedthatbitofcircumstantialevidence,
og
andmissedatrick.
Thenshe
fik
hadanewinspiration:.
“Tom,youdidn’thavetoundoyourshirtcollar
hvor
whereIsewedit,topumponyour
hoved
head,didyou?
Unbuttonyourjacket!”
Thetroublevanished
ud
outofTom’sface.
He
åbnede
openedhisjacket.
Hisshirtcollarwassecurelysewed.
“Bother!
Nå
Well,go’longwithyou.
I’dmadesureyou’dplayedhookey
og
andbeena-swimming.
ButIforgiveye,Tom.
Ireckonyou’re
en
akindofasingedcat,asthe
siger
sayingis—better’nyoulook.
Thistime.”
Shewashalf
ked
sorryhersagacityhadmiscarried,
og
andhalfgladthatTom
havde
hadstumbledintoobedientconductforonce.
Men
ButSidneysaid:.
“Well,now,
hvis
ifIdidn’tthinkyousewedhiscollar
med
withwhitethread,butit’sblack.”
“Why,Ididsewit
med
withwhite!
Tom!”
ButTomdidnot
ventede
waitfortherest.
Ashe
gik
wentoutatthedoorhe
sagde
said:.
“Siddy,I’lllickyouforthat.”
Inasafe
sted
placeTomexaminedtwolargeneedles
der
whichwerethrustintothelapelsofhisjacket,
og
andhadthreadboundaboutthem—oneneedlecarried
hvid
whitethreadandtheother
sort
black.
Hesaid:.
“She’dnevernoticed
hvis
ifithadn’tbeenforSid.
Confound
den
it!
sometimesshesewsit
med
withwhite,andsometimesshesewsit
med
withblack.
Iwishtogee-minyshe’dstickto
ene
oneort’other—Ican’tkeep
den
therunof’em.
ButIbetyouI’lllamSidfor
at
that.
I’lllearnhim!”
HewasnottheModelBoyofthevillage.
He
kendte
knewthemodelboyvery
godt
wellthough—andloathedhim.
Within
to
twominutes,orevenless,he
havde
hadforgottenallhistroubles.
Not
fordi
becausehistroubleswereonewhitlessheavy
og
andbittertohimthanaman’saretoa
mand
man,butbecauseanew
og
andpowerfulinterestborethem
ned
downanddrovethemoutofhis
sind
mindforthetime—justasmen’smisfortunesare
glemt
forgottenintheexcitementofnewenterprises.
Denne
Thisnewinterestwasavaluednoveltyinwhistling,
som
whichhehadjustacquiredfrom
en
anegro,andhewassufferingtopractiseitundisturbed.
Itconsistedin
en
apeculiarbird-liketurn,a
slags
sortofliquidwarble,producedby
røre
touchingthetonguetotheroofofthemouthatshortintervalsinthemidstofthemusic—thereader
sandsynligvis
probablyremembershowtodoit,
hvis
ifhehaseverbeen
en
aboy.
Diligenceandattention
snart
soongavehimtheknackofit,
og
andhestrodedownthe
gaden
streetwithhismouthfullofharmony
og
andhissoulfullofgratitude.
He
følte
feltmuchasanastronomer
følte
feelswhohasdiscovereda
ny
newplanet—nodoubt,asfarasstrong,deep,unalloyedpleasureisconcerned,theadvantagewas
med
withtheboy,nottheastronomer.
Thesummereveningswerelong.
Itwasnotdark,
endnu
yet.
PresentlyTomcheckedhiswhistle.
En
Astrangerwasbeforehim—a
dreng
boyashadelargerthanhimself.
Anew-comerof
hvilken som helst
anyageoreithersexwasanimpressivecuriosityin
den
thepoorlittleshabbyvillageofSt.Petersburg.
Denne
Thisboywaswelldressed,too—welldressedon
en
aweek-day.
Thiswassimplyastounding.
Hiscapwas
en
adaintything,hisclose-buttonedblueclothroundaboutwas
ny
newandnatty,andsowerehispantaloons.
He
havde
hadshoeson—anditwas
kun
onlyFriday.
Heevenworeanecktie,abright
smule
bitofribbon.
Hehad
en
acitifiedairabouthim
der
thatateintoTom’svitals.
Det
ThemoreTomstaredat
det
thesplendidmarvel,thehigherheturned
op
uphisnoseathisfinery
og
andtheshabbierandshabbierhis
eget
ownoutfitseemedtohimtogrow.
Neitherboy
talte
spoke.
Ifonemoved,the
anden
othermoved—butonlysidewise,inacircle;
they
holdt
keptfacetofaceandeyetoeyeallthe
tiden
time.
FinallyTomsaid:.
“I
kan
canlickyou!”
“I’dliketo
se
seeyoutryit.”
“Well,I
kan
candoit.”
“Noyoucan’t,either.”
“YesIcan.”
“Noyoucan’t.”
“Ican.”
“Youcan’t.”
“Can!”
“Can’t!”
En
Anuncomfortablepause.
ThenTom
sagde
said:.
“What’syourname?”
“’Tisn’tanyofyourbusiness,maybe.”
“WellI’lowI’ll
gøre
makeitmybusiness.”
“Wellwhydon’tyou?”
“Ifyou
siger
saymuch,Iwill.”
“Much—much—much.
Der
Therenow.”
“Oh,youthinkyou’remightysmart,don’tyou?
I
kunne
couldlickyouwithone
hånd
handtiedbehindme,ifI
ville
wantedto.”
“Wellwhydon’tyou
gør
doit?
Yousayyou
kan
candoit.”
“WellIwill,
hvis
ifyoufoolwithme.”
“Ohyes—I’veseen
hele
wholefamiliesinthesamefix.”
“Smarty!
You
tror
thinkyou’resome,now,don’tyou?
Oh,what
en
ahat!”
“Youcanlumpthathat
hvis
ifyoudon’tlikeit.
Idareyoutoknockitoff—andanybodythat’ll
tage
takeadarewillsuckeggs.”
“You’re
en
aliar!”
“You’reanother.”
“You’re
en
afightingliaranddasn’t
tage
takeitup.”
“Aw—takeawalk!”
“Say—ifyou
giver
givememuchmoreofyoursassI’ll
tage
takeandbouncearockoff’nyourhead.”
“Oh,of
selvfølgelig
courseyouwill.”
“WellIwill.”
“Well
hvorfor
whydon’tyoudoitthen?
Whatdoyoukeep
siger
sayingyouwillfor?
Whydon’tyou
gør
doit?
It’sbecauseyou’reafraid.”
“Iain’tafraid.”
“Youare.”
“Iain’t.”
“Youare.”
Anotherpause,
og
andmoreeyingandsidling
omkring
aroundeachother.
Presentlytheywereshouldertoshoulder.
Tom
sagde
said:.
“Getawayfromhere!”
“Goawayyourself!”
“Iwon’t.”
“Iwon’teither.”
Sothey
stod
stood,eachwithafoot
placeret
placedatanangleasabrace,
og
andbothshovingwithmight
og
andmain,andgloweringat
hver
eachotherwithhate.
Butneither
kunne
couldgetanadvantage.
Afterstrugglingtill
begge
bothwerehotandflushed,
hver
eachrelaxedhisstrainwithwatchfulcaution,
og
andTomsaid:.
“You’reacoward
og
andapup.
I’lltellmybigbrotheronyou,
og
andhecanthrashyou
med
withhislittlefinger,andI’llmakehimdo
det
it,too.”
“WhatdoIcareforyourbigbrother?
I’vegot
en
abrotherthat’sbiggerthanheis—andwhat’smore,he
kan
canthrowhimoverthatfence,
også
too.
“That’salie.”