PREFACE
Mostoftheadventuresrecordedinthis
buch
bookreallyoccurred;oneor
zwei
twowereexperiencesofmyown,die
therestthoseofboyswhowereschoolmatesofmine.HuckFinnis
gezogen
drawnfromlife;TomSawyer
auch
also,butnotfromanindividual—heisakombination
combinationofthecharacteristicsofdrei
threeboyswhomIknew,und
andthereforebelongstothecompositeordnung
orderofarchitecture.Theoddsuperstitionstoucheduponwere
alle
allprevalentamongchildrenandslavesintheWesten
Westattheperiodofdieser
thisstory—thatistosay,thirtyorfortyyearsvor
ago.Althoughmybookisintended
hauptsächlich
mainlyfortheentertainmentofboysund
andgirls,Ihopeitwird
willnotbeshunnedbymenund
andwomenonthataccount,forteil
partofmyplanhasbeentoversuchen
trytopleasantlyremindadultsofwhattheyeinst
oncewerethemselves,andofhowtheyfühlten
feltandthoughtandtalked,und
andwhatqueerenterprisestheymanchmal
sometimesengagedin.THEAUTHOR.
Kapitel
CHAPTERI“Tom!”
Noanswer.
“TOM!”
No
antwort
answer.“What’sgonewiththatboy,Iwonder?
YouTOM!”
No
antwort
answer.Theoldladypulledherspectaclesdown
und
andlookedoverthemabouttheraum
room;thensheputthem
hoch
upandlookedoutunderthem.She
selten
seldomorneverlookedthroughthemforsosmallasache
thingasaboy;theywereherstate
paar
pair,theprideofherheart,und
andwerebuiltfor“style,”notservice—shekönnen
couldhaveseenthroughapaar
pairofstove-lidsjustasgut
well.Shelookedperplexedfora
moment
moment,andthensaid,notfiercely,aber
butstillloudenoughfordie
thefurnituretohear:.“Well,Ilay
wenn
ifIgetholdofyouI’ll—”.Shedidnotfinish,forby
dieser
thistimeshewasbendingdownund
andpunchingunderthebedwithdie
thebroom,andsoshebrauchte
neededbreathtopunctuatethepuncheswith.Sheresurrected
nichts
nothingbutthecat.“I
nie
neverdidseethebeatofthatboy!”She
ging
wenttotheopendoorund
andstoodinitandlookedaus
outamongthetomatovinesund
and“jimpson”weedsthatconstitutedthegarten
garden.NoTom.
Sosheliftedupher
stimme
voiceatananglecalculatedforentfernung
distanceandshouted:.“Y-o-u-uTOM!”
Therewas
ein
aslightnoisebehindherund
andsheturnedjustintimetoseizeein
asmallboybytheslackofhisroundaboutund
andarresthisflight.“There!
I
könnte
might’a’thoughtofthatschrank
closet.Whatyoubeendoinginthere?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing!
Lookatyourhands.
Und
Andlookatyourmouth.Whatisthattruck?”
“Idon’tknow,aunt.”
“Well,Iknow.
It’sjam—that’swhatitis.
FortytimesI’vesaid
wenn
ifyoudidn’tletthatmarmelade
jamaloneI’dskinyou.Handmethatswitch.”
The
schalter
switchhoveredintheair—theperilwasverzweifelt
desperate—.“My!
Lookbehindyou,aunt!”
Theold
dame
ladywhirledround,andsnatchedherskirtsaus
outofdanger.Thelad
floh
fledontheinstant,scrambledupthehighboard-fence,und
anddisappearedoverit.His
tante
auntPollystoodsurprisedamoment
moment,andthenbrokeintoein
agentlelaugh.“Hangtheboy,can’tI
nie
neverlearnanything?Ain’theplayedmetricks
genug
enoughlikethatformetobelookingoutforhimbythistime?Aber
Butoldfoolsisthebiggestfoolsthereis.Can’tlearnanold
hund
dognewtricks,asthesayingis.Aber
Butmygoodness,heneverplaysthemalike,zwei
twodays,andhowisein
abodytoknowwhat’scoming?He’pearsto
wissen
knowjusthowlonghekann
cantormentmebeforeIbringen
getmydanderup,andheknowswenn
ifhecanmakeouttoputmeoffforeine
aminuteormakemelachen
laugh,it’salldownagainund
andIcan’thithimeine
alick.Iain’tdoingmy
pflicht
dutybythatboy,andthat’stheLord’swahrheit
truth,goodnessknows.Sparetherod
und
andspilethechild,astheGoodBooksays.I’malayingupsin
und
andsufferingforusboth,Iknow.He’sfulloftheOldScratch,
aber
butlaws-a-me!he’smyowndeadsister’sboy,poorthing,
und
andIain’tgottheherz
hearttolashhim,somehow.EverytimeIlethimoff,my
gewissen
consciencedoeshurtmeso,und
andeverytimeIhithimmyoldherz
heartmostbreaks.Well-a-well,man
so
thatisbornofwomanisofwenige
fewdaysandfullofschwierigkeiten
trouble,astheScripturesays,und
andIreckonit’sso.He’llplayhookeythisevening,[*]
und
andI’lljustbeobleegedtomakehimarbeit
work,tomorrow,topunishhim.It’smighty
schwer
hardtomakehimworkSaturdays,whenalle
alltheboysishavingurlaub
holiday,buthehatesworkmehr
morethanhehatesanythingelse,und
andI’vegottodosomeofmypflicht
dutybyhim,orI’llbeder
theruinationofthechild.”[*]Southwesternfor“afternoon”.
Tomdidplayhookey,
und
andhehadaverygoodzeit
time.Hegotbackhome
kaum
barelyinseasontohelpJim,thesmallcoloredboy,sawnext-day’sholz
woodandsplitthekindlingsvor
beforesupper—atleasthewasda
thereintimetotellhisadventurestoJimwährend
whileJimdidthree-fourthsofthearbeit
work.Tom’syoungerbrother(or
vielmehr
ratherhalf-brother)Sidwasalreadythroughwithhisteil
partofthework(pickingupchips),forhewasein
aquietboy,andhadnoadventurous,trouble-someways.Während
WhileTomwaseatinghisabendessen
supper,andstealingsugarasgelegenheit
opportunityoffered,AuntPollyaskedhimquestionsthatwerefullofguile,und
andverydeep—forshewantedtotraphimintodamagingrevealments.Like
viele
manyothersimple-heartedsouls,itwasherpeteitelkeit
vanitytobelieveshewasendowedwithatalent
talentfordarkandmysteriousdiplomacy,und
andshelovedtocontemplatehermosttransparentdevicesasmarvelsoflowschlauheit
cunning.Saidshe:.
“Tom,itwasmiddling
warm
warminschool,warn’tit?”“Yes’m.”
“Powerful
warm
warm,warn’tit?”“Yes’m.”
“Didn’tyouwantto
gehen
goina-swimming,Tom?”Abitof
ein
ascareshotthroughTom—atouchofuncomfortableverdacht
suspicion.HesearchedAuntPolly’s
gesicht
face,butittoldhimnichts
nothing.Sohesaid:.
“No’m—well,notverymuch.”
Die
Theoldladyreachedoutherhand
handandfeltTom’sshirt,und
andsaid:.“Butyouain’ttoo
warm
warmnow,though.”Anditflatteredhertoreflect
dass
thatshehaddiscoveredthatdas
theshirtwasdrywithoutjemand
anybodyknowingthatthatwaswhatshehadinhermind.Aber
Butinspiteofher,Tomknewwo
wherethewindlay,now.Soheforestalledwhat
könnte
mightbethenextmove:.“Someofuspumpedonourheads—mine’s
feucht
dampyet.See?”
AuntPollywasvexedto
dachte
thinkshehadoverlookedthatbitofcircumstantialevidence,und
andmissedatrick.Thenshehad
eine
anewinspiration:.“Tom,youdidn’thavetoundoyourshirtcollar
wo
whereIsewedit,topumpen
pumponyourhead,didyou?Unbuttonyourjacket!”
Der
ThetroublevanishedoutofTom’sgesicht
face.Heopenedhisjacket.
Hisshirtcollarwassecurely
genäht
sewed.“Bother!
Well,go’longwithyou.
I’dmadesureyou’dplayedhookey
und
andbeena-swimming.ButI
vergebe
forgiveye,Tom.Ireckonyou’re
eine
akindofasingedkatze
cat,asthesayingis—better’nyoulook.Dieses
Thistime.”Shewashalf
traurig
sorryhersagacityhadmiscarried,und
andhalfgladthatTomhadstumbledintoobedientverhalten
conductforonce.ButSidneysaid:.
“Well,now,
wenn
ifIdidn’tthinkyougenäht
sewedhiscollarwithwhitefaden
thread,butit’sblack.”“Why,Idid
genäht
sewitwithwhite!Tom!”
Aber
ButTomdidnotwaitforden
therest.Ashewentoutat
der
thedoorhesaid:.“Siddy,I’ll
lecken
lickyouforthat.”In
eine
asafeplaceTomexaminedzwei
twolargeneedleswhichwerethrustintodie
thelapelsofhisjacket,und
andhadthreadboundaboutthem—onenadel
needlecarriedwhitethreadanddie
theotherblack.Hesaid:.
“She’d
nie
nevernoticedifithadn’tbeenforSid.Confoundit!
manchmal
sometimesshesewsitwithweiß
white,andsometimesshesewsitwithschwarz
black.Iwishtogee-minyshe’dstickto
eine
oneort’other—Ican’tkeepdas
therunof’em.ButI
wette
betyouI’lllamSidforthat.I’lllearnhim!”
Hewasnot
der
theModelBoyofthevillage.Heknew
den
themodelboyverywellthough—andverabscheute
loathedhim.Withintwominutes,or
sogar
evenless,hehadforgottenalle
allhistroubles.Notbecausehistroubleswereonewhit
weniger
lessheavyandbittertohimthanein
aman’saretoamann
man,butbecauseanewund
andpowerfulinterestborethemdownund
anddrovethemoutofhisverstand
mindforthetime—justasmen’smisfortunesarevergessen
forgottenintheexcitementofnewenterprises.Dieses
Thisnewinterestwasavaluedneuheit
noveltyinwhistling,whichhehadgerade
justacquiredfromanegro,und
andhewassufferingtoüben
practiseitundisturbed.Itconsistedin
ein
apeculiarbird-liketurn,aart
sortofliquidwarble,producedbytouchingthezunge
tonguetotheroofofthemouthatshortintervalsinthemidstofthemusic—theleser
readerprobablyremembershowtotut
doit,ifhehaseverbeenein
aboy.Diligenceandattention
bald
soongavehimtheknackofit,und
andhestrodedownthestraße
streetwithhismouthfullofharmonie
harmonyandhissoulfullofdankbarkeit
gratitude.Hefeltmuchasanastronomer
fühlte
feelswhohasdiscoveredanewplanet—nodoubt,asfarasstrong,deep,unalloyedvergnügen
pleasureisconcerned,theadvantagewaswiththeboy,nottheastronomer.Die
Thesummereveningswerelong.Itwasnot
dunkel
dark,yet.PresentlyTomcheckedhis
pfeife
whistle.Astrangerwasbeforehim—a
junge
boyashadelargerthanhimself.A
neuankömmling
new-comerofanyageoreithersexwasanimpressiveneugier
curiosityinthepoorlittleshabbydorf
villageofSt.Petersburg.This
junge
boywaswelldressed,too—welldressedonaweek-day.Thiswas
einfach
simplyastounding.Hiscapwas
ein
adaintything,hisclose-buttonedblueclothroundaboutwasneu
newandnatty,andsowerehispantaloons.Hehad
schuhe
shoeson—anditwasonlyFreitag
Friday.Heevenworeanecktie,abrightbitof
band
ribbon.Hehadacitified
luft
airabouthimthatateintoTom’svitals.Das
ThemoreTomstaredatdas
thesplendidmarvel,thehigherhewandte
turneduphisnoseathisfineryund
andtheshabbierandshabbierhisownoutfit
outfitseemedtohimtowachsen
grow.Neitherboyspoke.
Ifone
bewegte
moved,theothermoved—butonlysidewise,inakreis
circle;theykeptfacetoface
und
andeyetoeyealldie
thetime.FinallyTomsaid:.
“I
kann
canlickyou!”“I’dliketo
sehen
seeyoutryit.”“Well,I
kann
candoit.”“Noyoucan’t,either.”
“YesIcan.”
“Noyoucan’t.”
“Ican.”
“Youcan’t.”
“Can!”
“Can’t!”
Eine
Anuncomfortablepause.ThenTomsaid:.
“What’syourname?”
“’Tisn’tanyofyourbusiness,maybe.”
“WellI’lowI’llmakeitmybusiness.”
“Well
warum
whydon’tyou?”“Ifyousay
viel
much,Iwill.”“Much—much—much.
Therenow.”
“Oh,youthinkyou’remightysmart,don’tyou?
I
könnte
couldlickyouwithonehand
handtiedbehindme,ifIwantedto.”“Well
warum
whydon’tyoudoit?Yousayyou
kannst
candoit.”“WellI
werde
will,ifyoufoolwithme.”“Ohyes—I’ve
gesehen
seenwholefamiliesinthesamefix.”“Smarty!
You
denkst
thinkyou’resome,now,don’tyou?Oh,what
ein
ahat!”“Youcanlumpthat
hut
hatifyoudon’tlikeit.I
es wagt
dareyoutoknockitoff—andanybodythat’lltakeaes wagt
darewillsuckeggs.”“You’re
ein
aliar!”“You’reanother.”
“You’re
ein
afightingliaranddasn’ttakeitup.”“Aw—takeawalk!”
“Say—ifyougivememuchmoreofyoursassI’lltake
und
andbouncearockoff’nyourhead.”“Oh,ofcourseyouwill.”
“WellIwill.”
“Well
warum
whydon’tyoudoitthen?What
tun
doyoukeepsayingyouwirst
willfor?Whydon’tyou
tust
doit?It’sbecauseyou’reafraid.”
“Iain’tafraid.”
“Youare.”
“Iain’t.”
“Youare.”
Anotherpause,
und
andmoreeyingandsidlingaroundeachother.Gegenwärtig
Presentlytheywereshouldertoschulter
shoulder.Tomsaid:.
“Getawayfromhere!”
“Go
weg
awayyourself!”“Iwon’t.”
“Iwon’teither.”
Sotheystood,
jeder
eachwithafootplacedatanwinkel
angleasabrace,andbeide
bothshovingwithmightandmain,und
andgloweringateachotherwithhass
hate.Butneithercouldgetan
vorteil
advantage.Afterstrugglingtillbothwere
heiß
hotandflushed,eachrelaxedhisbelastung
strainwithwatchfulcaution,andTomsaid:.“You’re
ein
acowardandapup.I’ll
erzählen
tellmybigbrotheronyou,und
andhecanthrashyouwithhislittlefinger
finger,andI’llmakehimtun
doit,too.”“WhatdoIcareforyourbig
bruder
brother?I’vegotabrotherthat’s
größer
biggerthanheis—andwhat’snoch
more,hecanthrowhimüber
overthatfence,too.“That’s
eine
alie.”