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PREFACE
Mostoftheadventuresrecordedin
dit
this
bookreallyoccurred;
one
of
or
twowereexperiencesofmy
eigen
own
,therestthoseofboyswhowereschoolmatesofmine.
HuckFinnisdrawnfrom
leven
life
;
TomSawyeralso,butnotfromanindividual—heisacombinationof
de
the
characteristicsofthreeboyswhomI
kende
knew
,andthereforebelongsto
de
the
compositeorderofarchitecture.
Theoddsuperstitionstoucheduponwereallprevalentamong
kinderen
children
andslavesintheWestattheperiodof
dit
this
story—thatistosay,thirty
of
or
fortyyearsago.
Althoughmy
boek
book
isintendedmainlyfortheentertainmentofboys
en
and
girls,Ihopeit
zal
will
notbeshunnedbymen
en
and
womenonthataccount,for
deel
part
ofmyplanhasbeento
proberen
try
topleasantlyremindadultsofwhattheyoncewerethemselves,
en
and
ofhowtheyfelt
en
and
thoughtandtalked,andwhatqueerenterprisesthey
soms
sometimes
engagedin.
THEAUTHOR.
CHAPTERI
“Tom!”
Geen
No
answer.
“TOM!”
Noanswer.
“What’sgone
met
with
thatboy,Iwonder?
YouTOM!”
Geen
No
answer.
Theoldladypulledherspectaclesdown
en
and
lookedoverthemabout
de
the
room;
thensheputthem
omhoog
up
andlookedoutunderthem.
Sheseldom
of
or
neverlookedthroughthemforso
klein
small
athingasa
jongen
boy
;
theywereherstatepair,
de
the
prideofherheart,
en
and
werebuiltfor“style,”notservice—she
kunnen
could
haveseenthroughapairofstove-lids
net
just
aswell.
Shelookedperplexedfor
een
a
moment,andthensaid,notfiercely,
maar
but
stillloudenoughfor
het
the
furnituretohear:.
“Well,Ilay
als
if
IgetholdofyouI’ll—”.
Shedidnotfinish,forbythis
tijd
time
shewasbendingdown
en
and
punchingunderthebed
met
with
thebroom,andsosheneededbreathtopunctuatethepunches
met
with
.
Sheresurrectednothingbut
de
the
cat.
“Ineverdid
gezien
see
thebeatofthatboy!”
She
ging
went
totheopendoor
en
and
stoodinitand
keek
looked
outamongthetomatovines
en
and
“jimpson”weedsthatconstituted
de
the
garden.
NoTom.
Soshelifteduphervoiceat
een
an
anglecalculatedfordistance
en
and
shouted:.
“Y-o-u-uTOM!”
Therewas
een
a
slightnoisebehindher
en
and
sheturnedjustin
tijd
time
toseizeasmall
jongen
boy
bytheslackofhisroundabout
en
and
arresthisflight.
“There!
Imight’a’
gedacht
thought
ofthatcloset.
Whatyoubeen
gedaan
doing
inthere?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing!
Kijk
Look
atyourhands.
And
kijk
look
atyourmouth.
Whatis
dat
that
truck?”
“Idon’tknow,aunt.”
“Well,I
weet
know
.
It’sjam—that’swhatit
is
is
.
FortytimesI’vesaid
als
if
youdidn’tletthatjam
rust
alone
I’dskinyou.
Handme
die
that
switch.”
Theswitchhoveredintheair—theperilwasdesperate—.
“My!
Kijk
Look
behindyou,aunt!”
The
oude
old
ladywhirledround,andsnatchedherskirts
uit
out
ofdanger.
Theladfledontheinstant,scrambledupthe
hoge
high
board-fence,anddisappearedoverit.
HisauntPolly
stond
stood
surprisedamoment,andthen
brak
broke
intoagentlelaugh.
“Hang
de
the
boy,can’tInever
leren
learn
anything?
Ain’theplayedmetricks
genoeg
enough
likethatformetobelookingoutforhimbythistime?
Maar
But
oldfoolsisthebiggestfools
er
there
is.
Can’tlearnan
oude
old
dognewtricks,as
het
the
sayingis.
Butmygoodness,he
nooit
never
playsthemalike,twodays,
en
and
howisabodyto
weten
know
what’scoming?
He’pearstoknowjust
hoe
how
longhecantormentme
voordat
before
Igetmydanderup,
en
and
heknowsifhe
kan
can
makeouttoputmeofffor
een
a
minuteormakemelaugh,it’salldown
weer
again
andIcan’thithim
een
a
lick.
Iain’tdoingmydutybythat
jongen
boy
,andthat’stheLord’s
waarheid
truth
,goodnessknows.
Sparetherod
en
and
spilethechild,asthe
Goede
Good
Booksays.
I’malayingupsin
en
and
sufferingforusboth,I
weet
know
.
He’sfullofthe
Oude
Old
Scratch,butlaws-a-me!
he’smy
eigen
own
deadsister’sboy,poor
ding
thing
,andIain’tgotthe
hart
heart
tolashhim,somehow.
Elke
Every
timeIlethimoff,myconscience
doet
does
hurtmeso,and
elke
every
timeIhithimmy
oude
old
heartmostbreaks.
Well-a-well,
man
man
thatisbornof
vrouw
woman
isoffewdays
en
and
fulloftrouble,astheScripture
zegt
says
,andIreckonit’sso.
He’llplayhookeythisevening,[*]
en
and
I’lljustbeobleegedtomakehim
werken
work
,tomorrow,topunishhim.
It’smighty
moeilijk
hard
tomakehimworkSaturdays,
wanneer
when
alltheboysis
hebben
having
holiday,buthehateswork
meer
more
thanhehatesanythingelse,
en
and
I’vegottodosomeofmydutyby
hem
him
,orI’llbetheruinationofthechild.”
[*]Southwesternfor“afternoon”.
Tomdid
speelde
play
hookey,andhehad
een
a
verygoodtime.
Hegotback
thuis
home
barelyinseasonto
helpen
help
Jim,thesmallcolored
jongen
boy
,sawnext-day’swoodandsplitthekindlingsbeforesupper—atleasthewas
er
there
intimetotellhisadventurestoJim
terwijl
while
Jimdidthree-fourthsofthe
werk
work
.
Tom’syoungerbrother(orratherhalf-brother)Sidwas
al
already
throughwithhispartof
het
the
work(pickingupchips),forhewas
een
a
quietboy,andhad
geen
no
adventurous,trouble-someways.
WhileTomwas
at
eating
hissupper,andstealingsugarasopportunityoffered,AuntPollyaskedhimquestions
die
that
werefullofguile,
en
and
verydeep—forshewantedtotraphimintodamagingrevealments.
Like
vele
many
othersimple-heartedsouls,itwasherpetvanityto
geloven
believe
shewasendowedwith
een
a
talentfordarkandmysteriousdiplomacy,
en
and
shelovedtocontemplateher
meest
most
transparentdevicesasmarvelsoflowcunning.
Zei
Said
she:.
“Tom,itwasmiddlingwarmin
school
school
,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Powerfulwarm,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Didn’tyou
wil
want
togoina-swimming,Tom?”
Een
A
bitofascare
schot
shot
throughTom—atouchofuncomfortablesuspicion.
HesearchedAuntPolly’s
gezicht
face
,butittoldhim
niets
nothing
.
Sohesaid:.
“No’m—well,not
erg
very
much.”
Theoldladyreached
uit
out
herhandandfeltTom’sshirt,
en
and
said:.
“Butyouain’ttoowarm
nu
now
,though.”
Anditflatteredhertoreflect
dat
that
shehaddiscoveredthattheshirtwasdry
zonder
without
anybodyknowingthatthatwaswhatshe
had
had
inhermind.
Butinspiteof
haar
her
,Tomknewwherethewind
lag
lay
,now.
Soheforestalledwhat
kunnen
might
bethenextmove:.
“Someofuspumpedonourheads—mine’sdampyet.
See?”
AuntPollywasvexedto
denken
think
shehadoverlookedthat
beetje
bit
ofcircumstantialevidence,and
miste
missed
atrick.
Thenshe
had
had
anewinspiration:.
“Tom,youdidn’t
had
have
toundoyourshirtcollar
waar
where
Isewedit,topumponyour
hoofd
head
,didyou?
Unbuttonyourjacket!”
The
problemen
trouble
vanishedoutofTom’s
gezicht
face
.
Heopenedhisjacket.
Hisshirtcollarwassecurelysewed.
“Bother!
Nou
Well
,go’longwithyou.
I’dmadesureyou’dplayedhookey
en
and
beena-swimming.
ButIforgiveye,Tom.
Ireckonyou’re
een
a
kindofasingedcat,as
het
the
sayingis—better’nyoulook.
Deze
This
time.”
Shewashalf
spijt
sorry
hersagacityhadmiscarried,
en
and
halfgladthatTom
had
had
stumbledintoobedientconductforonce.
Maar
But
Sidneysaid:.
“Well,now,
als
if
Ididn’tthinkyousewedhiscollar
met
with
whitethread,butit’sblack.”
“Why,Ididsewit
met
with
white!
Tom!”
ButTomdidnot
wachtte
wait
fortherest.
Ashe
ging
went
outatthedoorhe
zei
said:
.
“Siddy,I’lllickyouforthat.”
In
een
a
safeplaceTomexamined
twee
two
largeneedleswhichwerethrustinto
de
the
lapelsofhisjacket,
en
and
hadthreadboundaboutthem—oneneedlecarried
witte
white
threadandtheother
zwarte
black
.
Hesaid:.
“She’dnevernoticed
als
if
ithadn’tbeenforSid.
Confoundit!
soms
sometimes
shesewsitwith
wit
white
,andsometimesshesewsit
met
with
black.
Iwishtogee-minyshe’dstickto
ene
one
ort’other—Ican’tkeep
de
the
runof’em.
ButIbetyouI’lllamSidfor
dat
that
.
I’lllearnhim!”
HewasnottheModelBoyofthevillage.
He
kende
knew
themodelboyvery
goed
well
though—andloathedhim.
Within
twee
two
minutes,orevenless,hehad
vergeten
forgotten
allhistroubles.
Not
omdat
because
histroubleswereonewhitlessheavy
en
and
bittertohimthanaman’saretoa
man
man
,butbecauseanew
en
and
powerfulinterestborethemdown
en
and
drovethemoutofhis
geest
mind
forthetime—justasmen’smisfortunesare
vergeten
forgotten
intheexcitementof
nieuwe
new
enterprises.
Thisnewinterestwas
een
a
valuednoveltyinwhistling,
die
which
hehadjustacquiredfrom
een
a
negro,andhewassufferingtopractiseitundisturbed.
Itconsistedin
een
a
peculiarbird-liketurn,a
soort
sort
ofliquidwarble,producedby
aanraken
touching
thetonguetotheroofofthemouthatshortintervalsinthemidstofthemusic—thereader
waarschijnlijk
probably
remembershowtodoit,
als
if
hehaseverbeen
een
a
boy.
Diligenceandattention
snel
soon
gavehimtheknackofit,
en
and
hestrodedownthe
straat
street
withhismouthfullofharmony
en
and
hissoulfullofgratitude.
He
voelde
felt
muchasanastronomer
voelde
feels
whohasdiscovereda
nieuwe
new
planet—nodoubt,asfarasstrong,deep,unalloyedpleasureisconcerned,theadvantagewaswiththe
jongen
boy
,nottheastronomer.
Thesummereveningswere
lang
long
.
Itwasnotdark,yet.
PresentlyTom
controleerde
checked
hiswhistle.
Astrangerwasbeforehim—a
jongen
boy
ashadelargerthanhimself.
Anew-comerofanyage
of
or
eithersexwasanimpressivecuriosityin
het
the
poorlittleshabbyvillageofSt.Petersburg.
Deze
This
boywaswelldressed,too—welldressedon
een
a
week-day.
Thiswassimplyastounding.
Hiscapwas
een
a
daintything,hisclose-buttonedblueclothroundaboutwas
nieuw
new
andnatty,andsowerehispantaloons.
He
had
had
shoeson—anditwasonlyFriday.
He
zelfs
even
woreanecktie,abrightbitofribbon.
He
had
had
acitifiedairabouthim
die
that
ateintoTom’svitals.
Het
The
moreTomstaredat
het
the
splendidmarvel,thehigherhe
draaide
turned
uphisnoseathisfinery
en
and
theshabbierandshabbierhis
eigen
own
outfitseemedtohimtogrow.
Neitherboy
sprak
spoke
.
Ifonemoved,the
andere
other
moved—butonlysidewise,inacircle;
they
bleven
kept
facetofaceandeyetoeyeall
de
the
time.
FinallyTomsaid:.
“I
kan
can
lickyou!”
“I’dliketo
zien
see
youtryit.”
“Well,I
kan
can
doit.”
“Noyoucan’t,either.”
“YesIcan.”
“Noyoucan’t.”
“Ican.”
“Youcan’t.”
“Can!”
“Can’t!”
Een
An
uncomfortablepause.
ThenTom
zei
said:
.
“What’syourname?”
“’Tisn’tanyofyourbusiness,maybe.”
“WellI’lowI’llmakeitmybusiness.”
“Well
waarom
why
don’tyou?”
“Ifyou
zegt
say
much,Iwill.”
“Much—much—much.
Daar
There
now.”
“Oh,youthinkyou’remightysmart,don’tyou?
I
kunnen
could
lickyouwithone
hand
hand
tiedbehindme,ifI
wilde
wanted
to.”
“Wellwhydon’tyou
doe
do
it?
Yousayyou
kan
can
doit.”
“WellI
zal
will
,ifyoufoolwithme.”
“Ohyes—I’ve
gezien
seen
wholefamiliesinthe
dezelfde
same
fix.”
“Smarty!
Youthinkyou’resome,now,don’tyou?
Oh,what
een
a
hat!”
“Youcanlump
die
that
hatifyoudon’tlikeit.
Idareyoutoknockitoff—and
iedereen
anybody
that’lltakeadare
zal
will
suckeggs.”
“You’realiar!”
“You’reanother.”
“You’re
een
a
fightingliaranddasn’t
neem
take
itup.”
“Aw—takeawalk!”
“Say—ifyou
geeft
give
memuchmoreofyoursassI’lltakeandbounce
een
a
rockoff’nyourhead.”
“Oh,of
natuurlijk
course
youwill.”
“WellIwill.”
“Well
waarom
why
don’tyoudoitthen?
Whatdoyou
blijf
keep
sayingyouwillfor?
Waarom
Why
don’tyoudoit?
It’s
omdat
because
you’reafraid.”
“Iain’tafraid.”
“Youare.”
“Iain’t.”
“Youare.”
Anotherpause,
en
and
moreeyingandsidling
rond
around
eachother.
Presentlytheywereshouldertoshoulder.
Tom
zei
said:
.
“Getawayfromhere!”
“Go
weg
away
yourself!”
“Iwon’t.”
“Iwon’teither.”
Sothey
stonden
stood
,eachwithafoot
geplaatst
placed
atanangleasabrace,
en
and
bothshovingwithmight
en
and
main,andgloweringat
elk
each
otherwithhate.
Butneither
kon
could
getanadvantage.
Afterstrugglingtillbothwere
heet
hot
andflushed,eachrelaxedhisstrain
met
with
watchfulcaution,andTom
zei
said:
.
“You’reacowardand
een
a
pup.
I’lltellmy
grote
big
brotheronyou,andhe
kan
can
thrashyouwithhis
kleine
little
finger,andI’llmakehim
doen
do
it,too.”
“WhatdoI
schelen
care
foryourbigbrother?
I’vegot
een
a
brotherthat’sbiggerthanheis—andwhat’smore,he
kan
can
throwhimoverthatfence,too.
“That’s
een
a
lie.”