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The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete | Progressively Translated Dutch A1-B2 Books

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete | Progressively Translated Dutch A1-B2 Books

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PREFACE
Mostoftheadventuresrecordedin
dit
thisbookreallyoccurred;
one
of
ortwowereexperiencesofmy
eigen
own,therestthoseofboyswhowereschoolmatesofmine.
Huck
Finn
Finnisdrawnfromlife;
TomSawyer
ook
also,butnotfromanindividual—heisa
combinatie
combinationofthecharacteristicsof
drie
threeboyswhomIknew,
en
andthereforebelongstothecomposite
orde
orderofarchitecture.
Theoddsuperstitionstoucheduponwereallprevalent
onder
amongchildrenandslavesinthe
Westen
Westattheperiodof
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.
Hoofdstuk
CHAPTERI
“Tom!”
Noanswer.
“TOM!”
Geen
Noanswer.
“What’sgonewith
die
thatboy,Iwonder?
YouTOM!”
Geen
Noanswer.
Theoldlady
trok
pulledherspectaclesdownand
keek
lookedoverthemaboutthe
kamer
room;
thensheputthem
omhoog
upandlookedoutunderthem.
She
zelden
seldomorneverlookedthroughthemforso
klein
smallathingasa
jongen
boy;
theywereherstate
paar
pair,theprideofher
hart
heart,andwerebuiltfor“style,”notservice—she
kunnen
couldhaveseenthrougha
paar
pairofstove-lidsjustas
goed
well.
Shelookedperplexedfor
een
amoment,andthensaid,notfiercely,
maar
butstillloudenoughfor
het
thefurnituretohear:.
“Well,Ilay
als
ifIgetholdofyouI’ll—”.
Shedidnotfinish,forbythis
tijd
timeshewasbendingdown
en
andpunchingunderthebed
met
withthebroom,andsosheneeded
adem
breathtopunctuatethepunches
met
with.
Sheresurrectednothingbut
de
thecat.
“Ineverdid
gezien
seethebeatofthatboy!”
She
ging
wenttotheopendoor
en
andstoodinitand
keek
lookedoutamongthetomatovines
en
and“jimpson”weedsthatconstituted
de
thegarden.
NoTom.
Soshe
hief
lifteduphervoiceat
een
ananglecalculatedfordistance
en
andshouted:.
“Y-o-u-uTOM!”
Therewas
een
aslightnoisebehindher
en
andsheturnedjustin
tijd
timetoseizeasmall
jongen
boybytheslackofhis
rotonde
roundaboutandarresthisflight.
“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’tletthat
jam
jamaloneI’dskinyou.
Handme
die
thatswitch.”
Theswitchhoveredintheair—theperilwas
wanhopig
desperate—.
“My!
Lookbehindyou,aunt!”
The
oude
oldladywhirledround,andsnatchedherskirts
uit
outofdanger.
Thelad
vluchtte
fledontheinstant,scrambledupthe
hoge
highboard-fence,anddisappearedoverit.
His
tante
auntPollystoodsurpriseda
moment
moment,andthenbrokeinto
een
agentlelaugh.
“Hangthe
jongen
boy,can’tIneverlearn
iets
anything?
Ain’theplayedmetricks
genoeg
enoughlikethatformetobelookingoutforhimbythistime?
Maar
Butoldfoolsisthe
grootste
biggestfoolsthereis.
Can’t
leren
learnanolddognewtricks,as
het
thesayingis.
Butmygoodness,he
nooit
neverplaysthemalike,twodays,
en
andhowisabodyto
weten
knowwhat’scoming?
He’pearstoknowjust
hoe
howlonghecantormentme
voordat
beforeIgetmydanderup,
en
andheknowsifhe
kan
canmakeouttoputmeofffor
een
aminuteormakeme
lachen
laugh,it’salldownagain
en
andIcan’thithim
een
alick.
Iain’tdoingmy
plicht
dutybythatboy,andthat’stheLord’s
waarheid
truth,goodnessknows.
Sparetherod
en
andspilethechild,asthe
Goede
GoodBooksays.
I’malayingup
zonde
sinandsufferingforus
allebei
both,Iknow.
He’sfullof
de
theOldScratch,butlaws-a-me!
he’smy
eigen
owndeadsister’sboy,poor
ding
thing,andIain’tgotthe
hart
hearttolashhim,somehow.
Elke
EverytimeIlethimoff,my
geweten
consciencedoeshurtmeso,
en
andeverytimeIhithimmy
oude
oldheartmostbreaks.
Well-a-well,
man
manthatisbornof
vrouw
womanisoffewdays
en
andfulloftrouble,asthe
Schrift
Scripturesays,andIreckonit’sso.
He’llplayhookeythisevening,[*]
en
andI’lljustbeobleegedtomakehim
werken
work,tomorrow,topunishhim.
It’smighty
moeilijk
hardtomakehimworkSaturdays,
wanneer
whenalltheboysis
hebben
havingholiday,buthehateswork
meer
morethanhehatesanythingelse,
en
andI’vegottodosomeofmy
plicht
dutybyhim,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,andstealing
suiker
sugarasopportunityoffered,AuntPollyaskedhimquestions
die
thatwerefullofguile,
en
andverydeep—forshewantedto
val
traphimintodamagingrevealments.
Like
vele
manyothersimple-heartedsouls,itwasherpet
ijdelheid
vanitytobelieveshewasendowed
met
withatalentfordark
en
andmysteriousdiplomacy,andshelovedtocontemplateher
meest
mosttransparentdevicesasmarvelsof
lage
lowcunning.
Saidshe:.
“Tom,itwasmiddling
warm
warminschool,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Powerful
warm
warm,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Didn’tyou
wil
wanttogoina-swimming,Tom?”
Een
Abitofascare
schot
shotthroughTom—atouchofuncomfortable
verdenking
suspicion.
HesearchedAuntPolly’s
gezicht
face,butittoldhim
niets
nothing.
Sohesaid:.
“No’m—well,not
erg
verymuch.”
Theoldladyreached
uit
outherhandandfeltTom’s
shirt
shirt,andsaid:.
“Butyouain’ttoo
warm
warmnow,though.”
Andit
vleide
flatteredhertoreflectthatshe
had
haddiscoveredthattheshirtwas
droog
drywithoutanybodyknowingthat
dat
thatwaswhatshehadinher
gedachten
mind.
Butinspiteof
haar
her,Tomknewwherethe
wind
windlay,now.
Soheforestalledwhat
kunnen
mightbethenextmove:.
“Someofus
pompen
pumpedonourheads—mine’sdampyet.
See?”
Tante
AuntPollywasvexedto
denken
thinkshehadoverlookedthat
beetje
bitofcircumstantialevidence,and
miste
missedatrick.
Thenshe
had
hadanewinspiration:.
“Tom,youdidn’t
had
havetoundoyourshirtcollar
waar
whereIsewedit,to
pompen
pumponyourhead,didyou?
Unbuttonyourjacket!”
The
problemen
troublevanishedoutofTom’s
gezicht
face.
Heopenedhisjacket.
Hisshirtcollarwassecurely
genaaid
sewed.
“Bother!
Well,go’longwithyou.
I’dmadesureyou’dplayedhookey
en
andbeena-swimming.
ButI
vergeef
forgiveye,Tom.
Ireckonyou’re
een
akindofasinged
kat
cat,asthesayingis—better’nyoulook.
Deze
Thistime.”
Shewashalf
spijt
sorryhersagacityhadmiscarried,
en
andhalfgladthatTom
had
hadstumbledintoobedientconductforonce.
Maar
ButSidneysaid:.
“Well,now,
als
ifIdidn’tthinkyou
genaaid
sewedhiscollarwithwhite
draad
thread,butit’sblack.”
“Why,Idid
genaaid
sewitwithwhite!
Tom!”
Maar
ButTomdidnotwaitfor
de
therest.
Ashewentoutat
de
thedoorhesaid:.
“Siddy,I’ll
likken
lickyouforthat.”
In
een
asafeplaceTomexamined
twee
twolargeneedleswhichwerethrustinto
de
thelapelsofhisjacket,
en
andhadthreadboundaboutthem—one
naald
needlecarriedwhitethreadand
de
theotherblack.
Hesaid:.
“She’d
nooit
nevernoticedifithadn’tbeenforSid.
Confoundit!
soms
sometimesshesewsitwith
wit
white,andsometimesshesewsit
met
withblack.
Iwishtogee-minyshe’dstickto
ene
oneort’other—Ican’tkeep
de
therunof’em.
ButI
wedden
betyouI’lllamSidfor
dat
that.
I’lllearnhim!”
Hewasnotthe
Model
ModelBoyofthevillage.
He
kende
knewthemodelboyvery
goed
wellthough—andloathedhim.
Within
twee
twominutes,orevenless,hehad
vergeten
forgottenallhistroubles.
Not
omdat
becausehistroubleswereonewhit
minder
lessheavyandbittertohim
dan
thanaman’saretoa
man
man,butbecauseanew
en
andpowerfulinterestborethemdown
en
anddrovethemoutofhis
geest
mindforthetime—justasmen’smisfortunesare
vergeten
forgottenintheexcitementof
nieuwe
newenterprises.
Thisnewinterestwas
een
avaluednoveltyinwhistling,
die
whichhehadjustacquiredfrom
een
anegro,andhewas
leed
sufferingtopractiseitundisturbed.
Itconsistedin
een
apeculiarbird-liketurn,a
soort
sortofliquidwarble,producedby
aanraken
touchingthetonguetothe
dak
roofofthemouthat
korte
shortintervalsinthemidstofthemusic—the
lezer
readerprobablyremembershowto
doen
doit,ifhehaseverbeen
een
aboy.
Diligenceandattention
snel
soongavehimtheknackofit,
en
andhestrodedownthe
straat
streetwithhismouthfullof
harmonie
harmonyandhissoulfullof
dankbaarheid
gratitude.
Hefeltmuchasanastronomer
voelde
feelswhohasdiscovereda
nieuwe
newplanet—nodoubt,asfaras
sterk
strong,deep,unalloyedpleasureis
betreft
concerned,theadvantagewaswiththe
jongen
boy,nottheastronomer.
Thesummereveningswere
lang
long.
Itwasnotdark,yet.
Momenteel
PresentlyTomcheckedhiswhistle.
Een
Astrangerwasbeforehim—a
jongen
boyashadelargerthanhimself.
A
nieuwkomer
new-comerofanyageoreither
geslacht
sexwasanimpressivecuriosityin
het
thepoorlittleshabbyvillageofSt.Petersburg.
Deze
Thisboywaswelldressed,too—well
gekleed
dressedonaweek-day.
Thiswas
gewoon
simplyastounding.
Hiscapwas
een
adaintything,hisclose-buttoned
blauwe
blueclothroundaboutwasnew
en
andnatty,andsowerehispantaloons.
He
had
hadshoeson—anditwasonly
Vrijdag
Friday.
Heevenworeanecktie,
een
abrightbitofribbon.
He
had
hadacitifiedairabouthim
die
thatateintoTom’svitals.
Het
ThemoreTomstaredat
het
thesplendidmarvel,thehigherhe
draaide
turneduphisnoseathisfinery
en
andtheshabbierandshabbierhis
eigen
ownoutfitseemedtohimto
groeien
grow.
Neitherboyspoke.
Ifone
bewoog
moved,theothermoved—butonlysidewise,ina
cirkel
circle;
theykeptfaceto
gezicht
faceandeyetoeyeall
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’remighty
slim
smart,don’tyou?
Icould
likken
lickyouwithonehand
gebonden
tiedbehindme,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.
I
durft
dareyoutoknockitoff—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.
Presentlytheywere
schouder
shouldertoshoulder.
Tomsaid:.
“Get
weg
awayfromhere!”
“Goawayyourself!”
“Iwon’t.”
“Iwon’teither.”
Sothey
stonden
stood,eachwithafoot
geplaatst
placedatanangleasabrace,
en
andbothshovingwithmight
en
andmain,andgloweringat
elk
eachotherwithhate.
But
geen
neithercouldgetanadvantage.
Na
Afterstrugglingtillbothwere
heet
hotandflushed,eachrelaxedhis
spanning
strainwithwatchfulcaution,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.”