PREFACE
Mostoftheadventuresrecordedin
questo
thisbookreallyoccurred;one
o
ortwowereexperiencesofmyown,le
therestthoseofboysche
whowereschoolmatesofmine.HuckFinnisdrawnfrom
vita
life;TomSawyeralso,butnotfromanindividual—heisacombinationofthecharacteristicsof
tre
threeboyswhomIknew,e
andthereforebelongstothecompositeorderofarchitecture.Theoddsuperstitions
toccate
toucheduponwereallprevalentamongbambini
childrenandslavesintheWestattheperiodofquesta
thisstory—thatistosay,thirtyo
orfortyyearsago.Althoughmy
libro
bookisintendedmainlyforil
theentertainmentofboysandgirls,Ihopeitsarà
willnotbeshunnedbymene
andwomenonthataccount,forparte
partofmyplanhasbeentocercare
trytopleasantlyremindadultsofwhattheyvolta
oncewerethemselves,andofcome
howtheyfeltandthoughte
andtalked,andwhatqueerenterprisestheya volte
sometimesengagedin.THEAUTHOR.
CHAPTERI
“Tom!”
No
risposta
answer.“TOM!”
Noanswer.
“What’sgonewiththat
ragazzo
boy,Iwonder?YouTOM!”
No
risposta
answer.Theoldladypulledherspectacles
giù
downandlookedoverthemaboutla
theroom;thensheputthemup
e
andlookedoutunderthem.Sheseldom
o
orneverlookedthroughthemforsosmallacosa
thingasaboy;theywereherstatepair,theprideofher
cuore
heart,andwerebuiltfor“style,”notservice—shecouldavrebbe
haveseenthroughapairofstove-lidsjustasbene
well.Shelookedperplexedfor
un
amoment,andthensaid,notfiercely,ma
butstillloudenoughfori
thefurnituretohear:.“Well,Ilay
se
ifIgetholdofyouI’ll—”.Shedidnotfinish,forbythistimeshewasbendingdown
e
andpunchingunderthebedwiththebroom,e
andsosheneededbreathtopunctuatethepuncheswith.Sheresurrectednothingbut
il
thecat.“Ineverdid
visto
seethebeatofthatboy!”She
andò
wenttotheopendoore
andstoodinitandguardò
lookedoutamongthetomatovinese
and“jimpson”weedsthatconstitutedthegarden.NoTom.
Soshelifteduphervoiceat
un
ananglecalculatedfordistancee
andshouted:.“Y-o-u-uTOM!”
Therewas
un
aslightnoisebehindhere
andsheturnedjustintempo
timetoseizeasmallboybyil
theslackofhisroundaboute
andarresthisflight.“There!
I
potrei
might’a’thoughtofthatcloset.Whatyoubeen
facevi
doinginthere?”“Nothing.”
“Nothing!
Guarda
Lookatyourhands.And
guarda
lookatyourmouth.Whatisthattruck?”
“Idon’t
so
know,aunt.”“Well,Iknow.
It’sjam—that’swhatitis.
FortytimesI’ve
detto
saidifyoudidn’tletche
thatjamaloneI’dskinyou.Handmethatswitch.”
Il
Theswitchhoveredintheair—theperilwasdesperate—.“My!
Guarda
Lookbehindyou,aunt!”Theold
signora
ladywhirledround,andsnatchedherskirtsfuori
outofdanger.Theladfledon
il
theinstant,scrambledupthehighboard-fence,e
anddisappearedoverit.HisauntPollystoodsurprised
un
amoment,andthenbrokeintoun
agentlelaugh.“Hangthe
ragazzo
boy,can’tIneverlearnniente
anything?Ain’theplayedmetricks
abbastanza
enoughlikethatformetobelookingoutforhimbyquesto
thistime?Butoldfoolsis
i
thebiggestfoolsthereis.Can’tlearn
un
anolddognewtricks,asil
thesayingis.Butmygoodness,henever
gioca
playsthemalike,twodays,e
andhowisabodytosapere
knowwhat’scoming?He’pearsto
sapere
knowjusthowlonghecantormentmeprima
beforeIgetmydanderup,e
andheknowsifhecanmakeouttoputmeoffforun
aminuteormakemelaugh,it’stutto
alldownagainandIcan’thithimun
alick.Iain’tdoingmydutybythat
ragazzo
boy,andthat’stheLord’struth,goodnesssa
knows.Sparetherodandspilethe
bambino
child,astheGoodBookdice
says.I’malayingupsin
e
andsufferingforusboth,Iso
know.He’sfullofthe
Vecchio
OldScratch,butlaws-a-me!he’smyowndeadsister’sboy,poorthing,
e
andIain’tgotthehearttolashhim,somehow.Ogni
EverytimeIlethimoff,myconsciencefa
doeshurtmeso,andogni
everytimeIhithimmyvecchio
oldheartmostbreaks.Well-a-well,man
che
thatisbornofwomanisofpochi
fewdaysandfullofproblemi
trouble,astheScripturesays,e
andIreckonit’sso.He’llplayhookeythisevening,[*]
e
andI’lljustbeobleegedtofarà
makehimwork,tomorrow,topunishhim.It’smighty
difficile
hardtomakehimworkSaturdays,quando
whenalltheboysishavingholiday,ma
buthehatesworkmorethanheodia
hatesanythingelse,andI’vegottofare
dosomeofmydutybyhim,o
orI’llbetheruinationofthechild.”[*]Southwesternfor“afternoon”.
Tom
fatto
didplayhookey,andheha
hadaverygoodtime.Hegotback
casa
homebarelyinseasontoaiutare
helpJim,thesmallcoloredragazzo
boy,sawnext-day’swoodandsplitthekindlingsprima
beforesupper—atleasthewasthereintempo
timetotellhisadventurestoJimmentre
whileJimdidthree-fourthsofthelavoro
work.Tom’syoungerbrother(orratherhalf-brother)Sidwas
già
alreadythroughwithhispartofthelavoro
work(pickingupchips),forhewasun
aquietboy,andhadnon
noadventurous,trouble-someways.WhileTomwas
mangiando
eatinghissupper,andstealingsugarasopportunityoffered,AuntPollyaskedhimquestionsche
thatwerefullofguile,e
andverydeep—forshewantedtotraphimintodamagingrevealments.Like
molte
manyothersimple-heartedsouls,itwasherpetvanitytocredere
believeshewasendowedwithun
atalentfordarkandmysteriousdiplomacy,e
andshelovedtocontemplateherpiù
mosttransparentdevicesasmarvelsoflowcunning.Detto
Saidshe:.“Tom,itwasmiddlingwarmin
scuola
school,warn’tit?”“Yes’m.”
“Powerfulwarm,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Didn’tyouwantto
andare
goina-swimming,Tom?”A
po
bi'ofascareshotattraverso
throughTom—atouchofuncomfortablesuspicion.HesearchedAuntPolly’s
viso
face,butittoldhimnulla
nothing.Sohesaid:.
“No’m—well,notverymuch.”
La
Theoldladyreachedouthermano
handandfeltTom’sshirt,e
andsaid:.“Butyouain’ttoowarm
ora
now,though.”Anditflatteredhertoreflect
che
thatshehaddiscoveredthattheshirtwasdrysenza
withoutanybodyknowingthatthatwaswhatsheaveva
hadinhermind.Butinspiteof
lei
her,Tomknewwherethewindlay,ora
now.Soheforestalledwhat
potrebbe
mightbethenextmove:.“Someofuspumpedonourheads—mine’sdamp
ancora
yet.See?”
AuntPollywasvexedto
pensare
thinkshehadoverlookedthatpezzo
bitofcircumstantialevidence,andmissedun
atrick.Thenshehad
una
anewinspiration:.“Tom,youdidn’t
hai
havetoundoyourshirtcollardove
whereIsewedit,topumponyourtesta
head,didyou?Unbuttonyourjacket!”
Il
ThetroublevanishedoutofTom’sviso
face.Heopenedhisjacket.
Hisshirtcollarwassecurelysewed.
“Bother!
Well,
vai
go’longwithyou.I’d
fatto
madesureyou’dplayedhookeye
andbeena-swimming.ButIforgiveye,Tom.
Ireckonyou’re
una
akindofasingedcat,asil
thesayingis—better’nyoulook.Questa
Thistime.”Shewashalfsorryhersagacity
avesse
hadmiscarried,andhalfgladche
thatTomhadstumbledintoobedientconductforvolta
once.ButSidneysaid:.
“Well,
ora
now,ifIdidn’tthinkyousewedhiscollarwithbianco
whitethread,butit’sblack.”“Why,Ididsewitwith
bianco
white!Tom!”
ButTomdidnot
aspettato
waitfortherest.Ashewent
usciva
outatthedoorhedisse
said:.“Siddy,I’lllickyouforthat.”
In
un
asafeplaceTomexamineddue
twolargeneedleswhichwerethrustintothelapelsofhisjacket,e
andhadthreadboundaboutthem—oneneedlecarriedbianco
whitethreadandtheothernero
black.Hesaid:.
“She’dnevernoticed
se
ifithadn’tbeenforSid.Confoundit!
a volte
sometimesshesewsitwithbianco
white,andsometimesshesewsitwithnero
black.Iwishtogee-minyshe’dsticktoone
o
ort’other—Ican’tkeeptherunof’em.Ma
ButIbetyouI’lllamSidforche
that.I’lllearnhim!”
Hewasnot
il
theModelBoyofthevillage.Heknew
il
themodelboyverywellthough—andloathedlo
him.Withintwominutes,orevenless,he
aveva
hadforgottenallhistroubles.Not
perché
becausehistroubleswereonewhitlessheavye
andbittertohimthanaman’saretoauomo
man,butbecauseanewe
andpowerfulinterestborethemdowne
anddrovethemoutofhismente
mindforthetime—justasmen’smisfortunesaredimenticate
forgottenintheexcitementofnuovo
newenterprises.Thisnewinterestwasavaluednoveltyinwhistling,
che
whichhehadjustacquiredfromanegro,e
andhewassufferingtopractiseitundisturbed.Itconsistedinapeculiarbird-like
svolta
turn,asortofliquidwarble,producedbytoccando
touchingthetonguetotheroofofthemouthatshortintervalsinthemidstofthemusic—thereaderprobabilmente
probablyremembershowtodoit,se
ifhehaseverbeenaragazzo
boy.Diligenceandattentionsoon
diedero
gavehimtheknackofit,e
andhestrodedownthestrada
streetwithhismouthfullofharmonye
andhissoulfullofgratitude.He
sentiva
feltmuchasanastronomersentiva
feelswhohasdiscoveredanuovo
newplanet—nodoubt,asfarasstrong,deep,unalloyedpleasureisconcerned,il
theadvantagewaswiththeragazzo
boy,nottheastronomer.Thesummereveningswerelong.
Itwasnotdark,
ancora
yet.PresentlyTomcheckedhiswhistle.
Un
Astrangerwasbeforehim—aragazzo
boyashadelargerthanhimself.Anew-comerof
qualsiasi
anyageoreithersexwasanimpressivecuriosityinthepovero
poorlittleshabbyvillageofSt.Petersburg.Questo
Thisboywaswelldressed,too—welldressedonun
aweek-day.Thiswassimplyastounding.
Hiscapwas
una
adaintything,hisclose-buttonedblueclothroundaboutwasnewe
andnatty,andsowerehispantaloons.He
aveva
hadshoeson—anditwassolo
onlyFriday.Heevenworeanecktie,abright
pezzo
bitofribbon.Hehad
un
acitifiedairabouthimche
thatateintoTom’svitals.ThemoreTomstaredatthesplendidmarvel,thehigherheturneduphisnoseathisfinery
e
andtheshabbierandshabbierhisownoutfitseemedtohimtogrow.Neitherboy
parlato
spoke.Ifonemoved,theothermoved—but
solo
onlysidewise,inacircle;theykept
faccia
facetofaceandeyetoeyetutto
allthetime.FinallyTom
detto
said:.“Icanlickyou!”
“I’dliketoseeyou
provare
tryit.”“Well,Icandoit.”
“Noyoucan’t,either.”
“YesIcan.”
“Noyoucan’t.”
“Ican.”
“Youcan’t.”
“Can!”
“Can’t!”
Una
Anuncomfortablepause.ThenTom
detto
said:.“What’syourname?”
“’Tisn’tanyofyour
affari
business,maybe.”“WellI’lowI’ll
farò
makeitmybusiness.”“Well
perché
whydon’tyou?”“Ifyou
dici
saymuch,Iwill.”“Much—much—much.
Therenow.”
“Oh,youthinkyou’remightysmart,don’tyou?
Icouldlickyouwith
una
onehandtiedbehindme,se
ifIwantedto.”“Wellwhydon’tyou
fai
doit?Yousayyoucandoit.”
“WellIwill,
se
ifyoufoolwithme.”“Ohyes—I’ve
visto
seenwholefamiliesinthesamefix.”“Smarty!
Youthinkyou’resome,now,don’tyou?
Oh,whatahat!”
“Youcanlumpthathat
se
ifyoudon’tlikeit.Idareyoutoknockitoff—and
chiunque
anybodythat’lltakeadarewillsuckeggs.”“You’re
un
aliar!”“You’reanother.”
“You’re
un
afightingliaranddasn’ttakeitup.”“Aw—take
una
awalk!”“Say—ifyougivememuchmoreofyoursassI’lltakeandbouncearockoff’nyourhead.”
“Oh,ofcourseyouwill.”
“WellIwill.”
“Wellwhydon’tyou
fai
doitthen?Whatdoyoukeep
dire
sayingyouwillfor?Whydon’tyou
fai
doit?It’sbecauseyou’reafraid.”
“Iain’tafraid.”
“Youare.”
“Iain’t.”
“Youare.”
Anotherpause,
e
andmoreeyingandsidlingattorno
aroundeachother.Presentlytheywereshouldertoshoulder.
Tom
detto
said:.“Getawayfromhere!”
“Goawayyourself!”
“Iwon’t.”
“Iwon’teither.”
Sotheystood,
ciascuno
eachwithafootplacedatanangleasabrace,e
andbothshovingwithmighte
andmain,andgloweringatciascuno
eachotherwithhate.Butneithercouldget
un
anadvantage.Afterstrugglingtill
entrambi
bothwerehotandflushed,ciascuno
eachrelaxedhisstrainwithwatchfulcaution,e
andTomsaid:.“You’reacoward
e
andapup.I’lltellmybig
fratello
brotheronyou,andhecanthrashyoudi
withhislittlefinger,andI’llfare
makehimdoit,too.”“WhatdoIcareforyourbig
fratello
brother?I’vegotabrotherthat’sbiggerthanheis—andwhat’smore,hecanthrowhimoverthatfence,too.
“That’s
una
alie.”