PREFACE
Mostoftheadventuresrecordedinthisbookreallyoccurred;
one
vagy
ortwowereexperiencesofmyown,therestthoseofboyswhowereschoolmatesofmine.Huck
Finn
Finnisdrawnfromlife;TomSawyer
is
also,butnotfromanindividual—heisacombinationofthecharacteristicsofhárom
threeboyswhomIknew,és
andthereforebelongstothecompositeorderofépítészet
architecture.Theoddsuperstitionstoucheduponwereallprevalentamong
gyermekek
childrenandslavesintheWestattheperiodofthisstory—thatistosay,thirtyvagy
orfortyyearsago.Althoughmybookisintended
elsősorban
mainlyfortheentertainmentofboysés
andgirls,Ihopeitfogják
willnotbeshunnedbymenés
andwomenonthataccount,forrésze
partofmyplanhasbeentotrytopleasantlyremindadultsofwhattheyegykor
oncewerethemselves,andofhowtheyfeltés
andthoughtandtalked,andwhatqueerenterprisestheynéha
sometimesengagedin.THEAUTHOR.
Fejezet
CHAPTERI“Tom!”
Noanswer.
“TOM!”
Nincs
Noanswer.“What’sgonewiththatboy,Iwonder?
YouTOM!”
Nincs
Noanswer.Theoldladypulledherspectaclesdown
és
andlookedoverthemabouttheroom;thensheputthemup
és
andlookedoutunderthem.She
ritkán
seldomorneverlookedthroughthemforsokis
smallathingasafiú
boy;theywereherstate
pár
pair,theprideofherheart,és
andwerebuiltfor“style,”notservice—shecouldvolna
haveseenthroughapairofstove-lidsjustasis
well.Shelookedperplexedfor
egy
amoment,andthensaid,notfiercely,de
butstillloudenoughforthebútorok
furnituretohear:.“Well,Ilay
ha
ifIgetholdofyouI’ll—”.Shedidnotfinish,forbythistimeshewasbendingdown
és
andpunchingunderthebedwiththebroom,és
andsosheneededbreathtopunctuatethepuncheswith.Sheresurrectednothingbut
a
thecat.“Ineverdid
láttam
seethebeatofthatboy!”Shewenttotheopendoor
és
andstoodinitandlookedoutközött
amongthetomatovinesand“jimpson”weedsthatconstitutedthegarden.Nem
NoTom.Soshelifteduphervoiceat
egy
ananglecalculatedfordistanceés
andshouted:.“Y-o-u-uTOM!”
Therewas
egy
aslightnoisebehindherés
andsheturnedjustinidőben
timetoseizeasmallkisfiú
boybytheslackofhisroundaboutés
andarresthisflight.“There!
Imight’a’
gondoltam
thoughtofthatcloset.Whatyoubeen
csináltál
doinginthere?”“Nothing.”
“Nothing!
Lookatyourhands.
És
Andlookatyourmouth.Whatisthattruck?”
“Idon’t
tudom
know,aunt.”“Well,Iknow.
It’sjam—that’swhatit
az
is.FortytimesI’vesaid
ha
ifyoudidn’tletthatjamaloneI’dskinyou.Handmethatswitch.”
The
kapcsoló
switchhoveredintheair—theperilwaskétségbeesett
desperate—.“My!
Lookbehindyou,aunt!”
Theoldladywhirledround,
és
andsnatchedherskirtsoutofveszély
danger.Theladfledontheinstant,scrambled
fel
upthehighboard-fence,anddisappearedoverit.His
néni
auntPollystoodsurprisedamoment,andthenbrokeintoegy
agentlelaugh.“Hangthe
fiút
boy,can’tIneverlearnsemmit
anything?Ain’theplayedmetricks
elég
enoughlikethatformetobelookingoutforhimbythistime?De
Butoldfoolsisthebiggestfoolsthereis.Can’tlearn
egy
anolddognewtricks,asthemondják
sayingis.Butmygoodness,heneverplaysthemalike,
két
twodays,andhowisatest
bodytoknowwhat’scoming?He’pearstoknowjusthowlonghe
tud
cantormentmebeforeIgetmydanderup,és
andheknowsifhetud
canmakeouttoputmeoffforegy
aminuteormakemelaugh,it’salldownmegint
againandIcan’thithimegy
alick.Iain’tdoingmydutybythatboy,
és
andthat’stheLord’struth,goodnesstudja
knows.Sparetherodandspile
a
thechild,astheGoodKönyv
Booksays.I’malaying
fel
upsinandsufferingforusboth,Itudom
know.He’sfullofthe
Öreg
OldScratch,butlaws-a-me!he’smy
saját
owndeadsister’sboy,poorthing,és
andIain’tgotthehearttolashhim,valahogy
somehow.EverytimeIlethimoff,myconsciencedoeshurtmeso,
és
andeverytimeIhithimmyrégi
oldheartmostbreaks.Well-a-well,
ember
manthatisbornofwomanisoffewdaysés
andfulloftrouble,astheSzentírás
Scripturesays,andIreckonit’sso.He’llplayhookeythis
este
evening,[*]andI’lljustbeobleegedtomakehimdolgozzon
work,tomorrow,topunishhim.It’smighty
nehéz
hardtomakehimworkSaturdays,amikor
whenalltheboysiskell
havingholiday,buthehatesdolgozzon
workmorethanhehatesbármi
anythingelse,andI’vegottodosomeofmydutybyvele
him,orI’llbetheruinationofthechild.”[*]Southwesternfor“afternoon”.
Tomdidplayhookey,
és
andhehadaverygoodtime.Hegotback
haza
homebarelyinseasontosegítsen
helpJim,thesmallcoloredboy,sawnext-day’sfát
woodandsplitthekindlingselőtt
beforesupper—atleasthewasott
thereintimetotellhisadventurestoJimmiközben
whileJimdidthree-fourthsofthemunka
work.Tom’syoungerbrother(or
inkább
ratherhalf-brother)Sidwasalreadythroughwithhispartofthework(pickingupchips),forhewasacsendes
quietboy,andhadnokalandos
adventurous,trouble-someways.WhileTomwaseatinghissupper,
és
andstealingsugarasopportunityoffered,Néni
AuntPollyaskedhimquestionsthatweretele
fullofguile,andverydeep—forsheakarta
wantedtotraphimintodamagingrevealments.Like
sok
manyothersimple-heartedsouls,itwasherpetvanitytobelieveshewasendowedwithatalentforsötét
darkandmysteriousdiplomacy,andshelovedtocontemplatehermosttransparentdevicesasmarvelsoflowravasz
cunning.Saidshe:.
“Tom,itwasmiddlingwarminschool,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Powerfulwarm,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Didn’tyou
akartál
wanttogoina-swimming,Tom?”Egy
Abitofascareshotát
throughTom—atouchofuncomfortablegyanakvás
suspicion.HesearchedAuntPolly’s
arcát
face,butittoldhimnothing.Sohe
mondta
said:.“No’m—well,notverymuch.”
Theoldladyreachedouther
kezét
handandfeltTom’sshirt,és
andsaid:.“Butyouain’t
túl
toowarmnow,though.”Anditflatteredhertoreflectthatshehaddiscoveredthatthe
ing
shirtwasdrywithoutanybodyknowingthatthatwaswhatshehadinhermind.De
Butinspiteofher,Tomtudta
knewwherethewindlay,most
now.Soheforestalledwhatmightbe
a
thenextmove:.“Someofuspumpedonourheads—mine’s
nedves
dampyet.See?”
AuntPollywasvexedtothinkshe
volt
hadoverlookedthatbitofkörülményes
circumstantialevidence,andmissedatrick.Thenshehada
új
newinspiration:.“Tom,youdidn’t
kellett
havetoundoyourshirtcollarahol
whereIsewedit,topumponyourhead,didyou?Unbuttonyourjacket!”
The
baj
troublevanishedoutofTom’sface.Heopenedhisjacket.
His
ing
shirtcollarwassecurelysewed.“Bother!
Nos
Well,go’longwithyou.I’d
hogy
madesureyou’dplayedhookeyés
andbeena-swimming.ButIforgiveye,Tom.
I
hiszem
reckonyou’reakindofasingedmacska
cat,asthesayingis—better’nyoulook.Thistime.”
Shewas
félig
halfsorryhersagacityhadmiscarried,és
andhalfgladthatTomhadstumbledintoobedientconductforegyszer
once.ButSidneysaid:.
“Well,now,
ha
ifIdidn’tthinkyousewedhiscollarwithfehér
whitethread,butit’sblack.”“Why,Ididsewitwithwhite!
Tom!”
De
ButTomdidnotwaitfortherest.Ashewentoutat
az
thedoorhesaid:.“Siddy,I’lllickyouforthat.”
Ina
biztonságos
safeplaceTomexaminedtwonagy
largeneedleswhichwerethrustintothelapelsofhisjacket,és
andhadthreadboundaboutthem—oneneedlecarriedfehér
whitethreadandtheotherfekete
black.Hesaid:.
“She’dnevernoticed
ha
ifithadn’tbeenforSid.Confoundit!
néha
sometimesshesewsitwithwhite,andnéha
sometimesshesewsitwithblack.Iwishtogee-minyshe’dsticktoone
vagy
ort’other—Ican’tkeeptherunof’em.De
ButIbetyouI’lllamSidforhogy
that.I’lllearnhim!”
HewasnottheModelBoyofthe
falu
village.Heknewthemodelboy
nagyon
verywellthough—andloathedhim.Within
két
twominutes,orevenless,hevagy
hadforgottenallhistroubles.Not
mert
becausehistroubleswereonewhitlessheavyés
andbittertohimthanaman’saretoaman,butmert
becauseanewandpowerfulinterestborethemdownés
anddrovethemoutofhismindforthetime—justasmen’smisfortunesareforgottenintheexcitementofúj
newenterprises.Thisnewinterestwas
egy
avaluednoveltyinwhistling,whichhevolt
hadjustacquiredfromanegro,és
andhewassufferingtopractiseitundisturbed.Itconsistedin
egy
apeculiarbird-liketurn,asortoffolyékony
liquidwarble,producedbytouchingthenyelv
tonguetotheroofoftheszáj
mouthatshortintervalsinthemidstofthemusic—theolvasó
readerprobablyremembershowtocsinálni
doit,ifhehaseverbeenegy
aboy.Diligenceandattention
hamarosan
soongavehimtheknackofit,és
andhestrodedowntheutcán
streetwithhismouthfullofharmonyés
andhissoulfullofgratitude.Hefeltmuchasanastronomerfeels
aki
whohasdiscoveredanewplanet—nodoubt,asfaraserős
strong,deep,unalloyedpleasureisconcerned,theadvantagewaswiththeboy,nottheastronomer.A
Thesummereveningswerelong.Itwasnot
sötét
dark,yet.PresentlyTomcheckedhiswhistle.
Egy
Astrangerwasbeforehim—afiú
boyashadelargerthanhimself.A
újonc
new-comerofanyageoreithernemű
sexwasanimpressivecuriosityintheszegény
poorlittleshabbyvillageofSt.Petersburg.Ez
Thisboywaswelldressed,too—welldressedonegy
aweek-day.Thiswassimplyastounding.
His
sapka
capwasadaintything,hisclose-buttonedkék
blueclothroundaboutwasnewés
andnatty,andsowerehispantaloons.He
volt
hadshoeson—anditwascsak
onlyFriday.Heevenwore
egy
anecktie,abrightbitofribbon.He
volt
hadacitifiedairabouthimthatateintoTom’svitals.ThemoreTomstaredatthe
ragyogó
splendidmarvel,thehigherhefordította
turneduphisnoseathisfineryés
andtheshabbierandshabbierhissaját
ownoutfitseemedtohimtogrow.Sem
Neitherboyspoke.Ifonemoved,the
másik
othermoved—butonlysidewise,inakörben
circle;theykeptfaceto
szembe
faceandeyetoeyealltheidő
time.FinallyTomsaid:.
“I
tudok
canlickyou!”“I’dliketoseeyoutryit.”
“Well,I
tudom
candoit.”“Noyoucan’t,either.”
“YesIcan.”
“Noyoucan’t.”
“Ican.”
“Youcan’t.”
“Can!”
“Can’t!”
Egy
Anuncomfortablepause.ThenTom
mondta
said:.“What’syourname?”
“’Tisn’tanyofyourbusiness,maybe.”
“WellI’lowI’llmakeitmybusiness.”
“Well
miért
whydon’tyou?”“Ifyousay
sokat
much,Iwill.”“Much—much—much.
Therenow.”
“Oh,youthinkyou’remighty
okos
smart,don’tyou?Icouldlickyouwith
egy
onehandtiedbehindme,ha
ifIwantedto.”“Well
miért
whydon’tyoudoit?You
mondod
sayyoucandoit.”“WellIwill,
ha
ifyoufoolwithme.”“Ohyes—I’ve
láttam
seenwholefamiliesinthesamefix.”“Smarty!
Youthinkyou’resome,now,don’tyou?
Oh,whatahat!”
“Youcanlumpthathat
ha
ifyoudon’tlikeit.Idareyoutoknockitoff—and
bárki
anybodythat’lltakeadarewillsuckeggs.”“You’realiar!”
“You’reanother.”
“You’re
egy
afightingliaranddasn’ttakeitup.”“Aw—takeawalk!”
“Say—ifyougivememuch
többet
moreofyoursassI’lltakeandbounceegy
arockoff’nyourhead.”“Oh,ofcourseyouwill.”
“WellIwill.”
“Well
miért
whydon’tyoudoitthen?Whatdoyoukeep
mondod
sayingyouwillfor?Whydon’tyou
csinálod
doit?It’sbecauseyou’reafraid.”
“Iain’tafraid.”
“Youare.”
“Iain’t.”
“Youare.”
Another
szünet
pause,andmoreeyingandsidlingkörül
aroundeachother.Presentlytheywere
váll
shouldertoshoulder.Tomsaid:.
“Get
el
awayfromhere!”“Goawayyourself!”
“Iwon’t.”
“Iwon’teither.”
Sotheystood,eachwitha
lábbal
footplacedatanangleasabrace
brace,andbothshovingwithmightés
andmain,andgloweringateachotherwithgyűlölet
hate.Butneithercouldgetanadvantage.
Miután
Afterstrugglingtillbothwereforró
hotandflushed,eachrelaxedhisstraina
withwatchfulcaution,andTommondta
said:.“You’reacowardand
egy
apup.I’lltellmybigbrotheronyou,
és
andhecanthrashyouwithhislittlefinger,és
andI’llmakehimdoit,too.”“WhatdoI
érdekel
careforyourbigbrother?I’vegot
egy
abrotherthat’sbiggerthanheis—andwhat’smore,hetudja
canthrowhimoverthatfence,is
too.“That’salie.”