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The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete | Progressively Translated Dutch A1 Books

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete | Progressively Translated Dutch A1 Books

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PREFACE
Mostoftheadventuresrecordedin
dit
thisbookreallyoccurred;
one
of
ortwowereexperiencesofmy
eigen
own,therestthoseofboyswhowereschoolmatesofmine.
HuckFinnisdrawnfrom
leven
life;
TomSawyeralso,butnotfromanindividual—heisacombinationof
de
thecharacteristicsofthreeboyswhomI
kende
knew,andthereforebelongsto
de
thecompositeorderofarchitecture.
Theoddsuperstitionstoucheduponwereallprevalentamong
kinderen
childrenandslavesintheWestattheperiodof
dit
thisstory—thatistosay,thirty
of
orfortyyearsago.
Althoughmy
boek
bookisintendedmainlyfortheentertainmentofboys
en
andgirls,Ihopeit
zal
willnotbeshunnedbymen
en
andwomenonthataccount,for
deel
partofmyplanhasbeento
proberen
trytopleasantlyremindadultsofwhattheyoncewerethemselves,
en
andofhowtheyfelt
en
andthoughtandtalked,andwhatqueerenterprisesthey
soms
sometimesengagedin.
THEAUTHOR.
CHAPTERI
“Tom!”
Geen
Noanswer.
“TOM!”
Noanswer.
“What’sgone
met
withthatboy,Iwonder?
YouTOM!”
Geen
Noanswer.
Theoldladypulledherspectaclesdown
en
andlookedoverthemabout
de
theroom;
thensheputthem
omhoog
upandlookedoutunderthem.
Sheseldom
of
orneverlookedthroughthemforso
klein
smallathingasa
jongen
boy;
theywereherstatepair,
de
theprideofherheart,
en
andwerebuiltfor“style,”notservice—she
kunnen
couldhaveseenthroughapairofstove-lids
net
justaswell.
Shelookedperplexedfor
een
amoment,andthensaid,notfiercely,
maar
butstillloudenoughfor
het
thefurnituretohear:.
“Well,Ilay
als
ifIgetholdofyouI’ll—”.
Shedidnotfinish,forbythis
tijd
timeshewasbendingdown
en
andpunchingunderthebed
met
withthebroom,andsosheneededbreathtopunctuatethepunches
met
with.
Sheresurrectednothingbut
de
thecat.
“Ineverdid
gezien
seethebeatofthatboy!”
She
ging
wenttotheopendoor
en
andstoodinitand
keek
lookedoutamongthetomatovines
en
and“jimpson”weedsthatconstituted
de
thegarden.
NoTom.
Soshelifteduphervoiceat
een
ananglecalculatedfordistance
en
andshouted:.
“Y-o-u-uTOM!”
Therewas
een
aslightnoisebehindher
en
andsheturnedjustin
tijd
timetoseizeasmall
jongen
boybytheslackofhisroundabout
en
andarresthisflight.
“There!
Imight’a’
gedacht
thoughtofthatcloset.
Whatyoubeen
gedaan
doinginthere?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing!
Kijk
Lookatyourhands.
And
kijk
lookatyourmouth.
Whatis
dat
thattruck?”
“Idon’tknow,aunt.”
“Well,I
weet
know.
It’sjam—that’swhatit
is
is.
FortytimesI’vesaid
als
ifyoudidn’tletthatjam
rust
aloneI’dskinyou.
Handme
die
thatswitch.”
Theswitchhoveredintheair—theperilwasdesperate—.
“My!
Kijk
Lookbehindyou,aunt!”
The
oude
oldladywhirledround,andsnatchedherskirts
uit
outofdanger.
Theladfledontheinstant,scrambledupthe
hoge
highboard-fence,anddisappearedoverit.
HisauntPolly
stond
stoodsurprisedamoment,andthen
brak
brokeintoagentlelaugh.
“Hang
de
theboy,can’tInever
leren
learnanything?
Ain’theplayedmetricks
genoeg
enoughlikethatformetobelookingoutforhimbythistime?
Maar
Butoldfoolsisthebiggestfools
er
thereis.
Can’tlearnan
oude
olddognewtricks,as
het
thesayingis.
Butmygoodness,he
nooit
neverplaysthemalike,twodays,
en
andhowisabodyto
weten
knowwhat’scoming?
He’pearstoknowjust
hoe
howlonghecantormentme
voordat
beforeIgetmydanderup,
en
andheknowsifhe
kan
canmakeouttoputmeofffor
een
aminuteormakemelaugh,it’salldown
weer
againandIcan’thithim
een
alick.
Iain’tdoingmydutybythat
jongen
boy,andthat’stheLord’s
waarheid
truth,goodnessknows.
Sparetherod
en
andspilethechild,asthe
Goede
GoodBooksays.
I’malayingupsin
en
andsufferingforusboth,I
weet
know.
He’sfullofthe
Oude
OldScratch,butlaws-a-me!
he’smy
eigen
owndeadsister’sboy,poor
ding
thing,andIain’tgotthe
hart
hearttolashhim,somehow.
Elke
EverytimeIlethimoff,myconscience
doet
doeshurtmeso,and
elke
everytimeIhithimmy
oude
oldheartmostbreaks.
Well-a-well,
man
manthatisbornof
vrouw
womanisoffewdays
en
andfulloftrouble,astheScripture
zegt
says,andIreckonit’sso.
He’llplayhookeythisevening,[*]
en
andI’lljustbeobleegedtomakehim
werken
work,tomorrow,topunishhim.
It’smighty
moeilijk
hardtomakehimworkSaturdays,
wanneer
whenalltheboysis
hebben
havingholiday,buthehateswork
meer
morethanhehatesanythingelse,
en
andI’vegottodosomeofmydutyby
hem
him,orI’llbetheruinationofthechild.”
[*]Southwesternfor“afternoon”.
Tomdid
speelde
playhookey,andhehad
een
averygoodtime.
Hegotback
thuis
homebarelyinseasonto
helpen
helpJim,thesmallcolored
jongen
boy,sawnext-day’swoodandsplitthekindlingsbeforesupper—atleasthewas
er
thereintimetotellhisadventurestoJim
terwijl
whileJimdidthree-fourthsofthe
werk
work.
Tom’syoungerbrother(orratherhalf-brother)Sidwas
al
alreadythroughwithhispartof
het
thework(pickingupchips),forhewas
een
aquietboy,andhad
geen
noadventurous,trouble-someways.
WhileTomwas
at
eatinghissupper,andstealingsugarasopportunityoffered,AuntPollyaskedhimquestions
die
thatwerefullofguile,
en
andverydeep—forshewantedtotraphimintodamagingrevealments.
Like
vele
manyothersimple-heartedsouls,itwasherpetvanityto
geloven
believeshewasendowedwith
een
atalentfordarkandmysteriousdiplomacy,
en
andshelovedtocontemplateher
meest
mosttransparentdevicesasmarvelsoflowcunning.
Zei
Saidshe:.
“Tom,itwasmiddlingwarmin
school
school,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Powerfulwarm,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Didn’tyou
wil
wanttogoina-swimming,Tom?”
Een
Abitofascare
schot
shotthroughTom—atouchofuncomfortablesuspicion.
HesearchedAuntPolly’s
gezicht
face,butittoldhim
niets
nothing.
Sohesaid:.
“No’m—well,not
erg
verymuch.”
Theoldladyreached
uit
outherhandandfeltTom’sshirt,
en
andsaid:.
“Butyouain’ttoowarm
nu
now,though.”
Anditflatteredhertoreflect
dat
thatshehaddiscoveredthattheshirtwasdry
zonder
withoutanybodyknowingthatthatwaswhatshe
had
hadinhermind.
Butinspiteof
haar
her,Tomknewwherethewind
lag
lay,now.
Soheforestalledwhat
kunnen
mightbethenextmove:.
“Someofuspumpedonourheads—mine’sdampyet.
See?”
AuntPollywasvexedto
denken
thinkshehadoverlookedthat
beetje
bitofcircumstantialevidence,and
miste
missedatrick.
Thenshe
had
hadanewinspiration:.
“Tom,youdidn’t
had
havetoundoyourshirtcollar
waar
whereIsewedit,topumponyour
hoofd
head,didyou?
Unbuttonyourjacket!”
The
problemen
troublevanishedoutofTom’s
gezicht
face.
Heopenedhisjacket.
Hisshirtcollarwassecurelysewed.
“Bother!
Nou
Well,go’longwithyou.
I’dmadesureyou’dplayedhookey
en
andbeena-swimming.
ButIforgiveye,Tom.
Ireckonyou’re
een
akindofasingedcat,as
het
thesayingis—better’nyoulook.
Deze
Thistime.”
Shewashalf
spijt
sorryhersagacityhadmiscarried,
en
andhalfgladthatTom
had
hadstumbledintoobedientconductforonce.
Maar
ButSidneysaid:.
“Well,now,
als
ifIdidn’tthinkyousewedhiscollar
met
withwhitethread,butit’sblack.”
“Why,Ididsewit
met
withwhite!
Tom!”
ButTomdidnot
wachtte
waitfortherest.
Ashe
ging
wentoutatthedoorhe
zei
said:.
“Siddy,I’lllickyouforthat.”
In
een
asafeplaceTomexamined
twee
twolargeneedleswhichwerethrustinto
de
thelapelsofhisjacket,
en
andhadthreadboundaboutthem—oneneedlecarried
witte
whitethreadandtheother
zwarte
black.
Hesaid:.
“She’dnevernoticed
als
ifithadn’tbeenforSid.
Confoundit!
soms
sometimesshesewsitwith
wit
white,andsometimesshesewsit
met
withblack.
Iwishtogee-minyshe’dstickto
ene
oneort’other—Ican’tkeep
de
therunof’em.
ButIbetyouI’lllamSidfor
dat
that.
I’lllearnhim!”
HewasnottheModelBoyofthevillage.
He
kende
knewthemodelboyvery
goed
wellthough—andloathedhim.
Within
twee
twominutes,orevenless,hehad
vergeten
forgottenallhistroubles.
Not
omdat
becausehistroubleswereonewhitlessheavy
en
andbittertohimthanaman’saretoa
man
man,butbecauseanew
en
andpowerfulinterestborethemdown
en
anddrovethemoutofhis
geest
mindforthetime—justasmen’smisfortunesare
vergeten
forgottenintheexcitementof
nieuwe
newenterprises.
Thisnewinterestwas
een
avaluednoveltyinwhistling,
die
whichhehadjustacquiredfrom
een
anegro,andhewassufferingtopractiseitundisturbed.
Itconsistedin
een
apeculiarbird-liketurn,a
soort
sortofliquidwarble,producedby
aanraken
touchingthetonguetotheroofofthemouthatshortintervalsinthemidstofthemusic—thereader
waarschijnlijk
probablyremembershowtodoit,
als
ifhehaseverbeen
een
aboy.
Diligenceandattention
snel
soongavehimtheknackofit,
en
andhestrodedownthe
straat
streetwithhismouthfullofharmony
en
andhissoulfullofgratitude.
He
voelde
feltmuchasanastronomer
voelde
feelswhohasdiscovereda
nieuwe
newplanet—nodoubt,asfarasstrong,deep,unalloyedpleasureisconcerned,theadvantagewaswiththe
jongen
boy,nottheastronomer.
Thesummereveningswere
lang
long.
Itwasnotdark,yet.
PresentlyTom
controleerde
checkedhiswhistle.
Astrangerwasbeforehim—a
jongen
boyashadelargerthanhimself.
Anew-comerofanyage
of
oreithersexwasanimpressivecuriosityin
het
thepoorlittleshabbyvillageofSt.Petersburg.
Deze
Thisboywaswelldressed,too—welldressedon
een
aweek-day.
Thiswassimplyastounding.
Hiscapwas
een
adaintything,hisclose-buttonedblueclothroundaboutwas
nieuw
newandnatty,andsowerehispantaloons.
He
had
hadshoeson—anditwasonlyFriday.
He
zelfs
evenworeanecktie,abrightbitofribbon.
He
had
hadacitifiedairabouthim
die
thatateintoTom’svitals.
Het
ThemoreTomstaredat
het
thesplendidmarvel,thehigherhe
draaide
turneduphisnoseathisfinery
en
andtheshabbierandshabbierhis
eigen
ownoutfitseemedtohimtogrow.
Neitherboy
sprak
spoke.
Ifonemoved,the
andere
othermoved—butonlysidewise,inacircle;
they
bleven
keptfacetofaceandeyetoeyeall
de
thetime.
FinallyTomsaid:.
“I
kan
canlickyou!”
“I’dliketo
zien
seeyoutryit.”
“Well,I
kan
candoit.”
“Noyoucan’t,either.”
“YesIcan.”
“Noyoucan’t.”
“Ican.”
“Youcan’t.”
“Can!”
“Can’t!”
Een
Anuncomfortablepause.
ThenTom
zei
said:.
“What’syourname?”
“’Tisn’tanyofyourbusiness,maybe.”
“WellI’lowI’llmakeitmybusiness.”
“Well
waarom
whydon’tyou?”
“Ifyou
zegt
saymuch,Iwill.”
“Much—much—much.
Daar
Therenow.”
“Oh,youthinkyou’remightysmart,don’tyou?
I
kunnen
couldlickyouwithone
hand
handtiedbehindme,ifI
wilde
wantedto.”
“Wellwhydon’tyou
doe
doit?
Yousayyou
kan
candoit.”
“WellI
zal
will,ifyoufoolwithme.”
“Ohyes—I’ve
gezien
seenwholefamiliesinthe
dezelfde
samefix.”
“Smarty!
Youthinkyou’resome,now,don’tyou?
Oh,what
een
ahat!”
“Youcanlump
die
thathatifyoudon’tlikeit.
Idareyoutoknockitoff—and
iedereen
anybodythat’lltakeadare
zal
willsuckeggs.”
“You’realiar!”
“You’reanother.”
“You’re
een
afightingliaranddasn’t
neem
takeitup.”
“Aw—takeawalk!”
“Say—ifyou
geeft
givememuchmoreofyoursassI’lltakeandbounce
een
arockoff’nyourhead.”
“Oh,of
natuurlijk
courseyouwill.”
“WellIwill.”
“Well
waarom
whydon’tyoudoitthen?
Whatdoyou
blijf
keepsayingyouwillfor?
Waarom
Whydon’tyoudoit?
It’s
omdat
becauseyou’reafraid.”
“Iain’tafraid.”
“Youare.”
“Iain’t.”
“Youare.”
Anotherpause,
en
andmoreeyingandsidling
rond
aroundeachother.
Presentlytheywereshouldertoshoulder.
Tom
zei
said:.
“Getawayfromhere!”
“Go
weg
awayyourself!”
“Iwon’t.”
“Iwon’teither.”
Sothey
stonden
stood,eachwithafoot
geplaatst
placedatanangleasabrace,
en
andbothshovingwithmight
en
andmain,andgloweringat
elk
eachotherwithhate.
Butneither
kon
couldgetanadvantage.
Afterstrugglingtillbothwere
heet
hotandflushed,eachrelaxedhisstrain
met
withwatchfulcaution,andTom
zei
said:.
“You’reacowardand
een
apup.
I’lltellmy
grote
bigbrotheronyou,andhe
kan
canthrashyouwithhis
kleine
littlefinger,andI’llmakehim
doen
doit,too.”
“WhatdoI
schelen
careforyourbigbrother?
I’vegot
een
abrotherthat’sbiggerthanheis—andwhat’smore,he
kan
canthrowhimoverthatfence,too.
“That’s
een
alie.”