PREFACE
Mostoftheadventures
registrate
recordedinthisbookreallyoccurred;una
oneortwowereexperiencesofmyown,le
therestthoseofboysche
whowereschoolmatesofmine.Huck
Finn
Finnisdrawnfromlife;TomSawyeralso,
ma
butnotfromanindividual—heisacombinazione
combinationofthecharacteristicsoftre
threeboyswhomIknew,e
andthereforebelongstothecompositeorderofarchitecture.Theoddsuperstitions
toccate
toucheduponwereallprevalenttra
amongchildrenandslavesintheWestattheperiodo
periodofthisstory—thatistosay,thirtyo
orfortyyearsago.Althoughmy
libro
bookisintendedmainlyforil
theentertainmentofboysandgirls,Ihopeitsarà
willnotbeshunnedbymene
andwomenonthataccount,forparte
partofmyplanhasbeentocercare
trytopleasantlyremindadultsofwhattheyvolta
oncewerethemselves,andofcome
howtheyfeltandthoughte
andtalked,andwhatqueerenterprisestheya volte
sometimesengagedin.THEAUTHOR.
Capitolo
CHAPTERI“Tom!”
Noanswer.
“TOM!”
No
risposta
answer.“What’sgonewiththat
ragazzo
boy,Iwonder?YouTOM!”
No
risposta
answer.Theoldladypulledherspectacles
giù
downandlookedoverthemaboutla
theroom;thensheputthemup
e
andlookedoutunderthem.She
raramente
seldomorneverlookedthroughthemforsosmallacosa
thingasaboy;theywereher
stato
statepair,theprideofhercuore
heart,andwerebuiltfor“style,”notservice—shecouldavrebbe
haveseenthroughapairofstove-lidsjustasbene
well.Shelookedperplexedfor
un
amoment,andthensaid,notfiercely,ma
butstillloudenoughfori
thefurnituretohear:.“Well,Ilay
se
ifIgetholdofyouI’ll—”.Shedidnot
finì
finish,forbythistimeshewasbendingdowne
andpunchingunderthebedwiththescopa
broom,andsosheneededfiato
breathtopunctuatethepuncheswith.Sheresurrectednothingbut
il
thecat.“Ineverdid
visto
seethebeatofthatboy!”She
andò
wenttotheopendoore
andstoodinitandguardò
lookedoutamongthetomatovinese
and“jimpson”weedsthatconstitutedthegiardino
garden.NoTom.
Sosheliftedupher
voce
voiceatananglecalculatedfordistancee
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—thepericolo
perilwasdesperate—.“My!
Look
dietro
behindyou,aunt!”Theold
signora
ladywhirledround,andsnatchedherskirtsfuori
outofdanger.Thelad
fuggì
fledontheinstant,scrambledupil
thehighboard-fence,anddisappearedoveresso
it.HisauntPollystood
sorpreso
surprisedamoment,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
aminuteormakemeridere
laugh,it’salldownagaine
andIcan’thithimun
alick.Iain’tdoingmy
dovere
dutybythatboy,andthat’stheLord’struth,goodnesssa
knows.Sparetherodandspilethe
bambino
child,astheGoodBookdice
says.I’malayingup
peccato
sinandsufferingforusentrambi
both,Iknow.He’sfullof
i
theOldScratch,butlaws-a-me!he’smyowndeadsister’sboy,poorthing,
e
andIain’tgotthehearttolashhim,in qualche modo
somehow.EverytimeIlethimoff,my
coscienza
consciencedoeshurtmeso,e
andeverytimeIhithimmyvecchio
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
whenalltheboysishavingvacanza
holiday,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(or
piuttosto
ratherhalf-brother)Sidwasalreadythroughwithhisparte
partofthework(pickingupchips),forhewasun
aquietboy,andhadnon
noadventurous,trouble-someways.WhileTomwas
mangiando
eatinghissupper,andstealingzucchero
sugarasopportunityoffered,AuntPollyaskedhimquestionsche
thatwerefullofguile,e
andverydeep—forshewantedtotraphimintodamagingrevealments.Like
molte
manyothersimple-heartedsouls,itwasheranimale domestico
petvanitytobelieveshewasendowedwithun
atalentfordarkandmysteriousdiplomazia
diplomacy,andshelovedtocontemplare
contemplatehermosttransparentdevicesasmarvelsoflowastuzia
cunning.Saidshe:.
“Tom,itwasmiddling
caldo
warminschool,warn’tit?”“Yes’m.”
“Powerful
caldo
warm,warn’tit?”“Yes’m.”
“Didn’tyouwantto
andare
goina-swimming,Tom?”A
po
bi'ofascareshotattraverso
throughTom—atouchofuncomfortablesospetto
suspicion.HesearchedAuntPolly’s
viso
face,butittoldhimnulla
nothing.Sohesaid:.
“No’m—well,notverymuch.”
La
Theoldladyreachedouthermano
handandfeltTom’sshirt,e
andsaid:.“Butyouain’ttoo
caldo
warmnow,though.”Anditflatteredherto
riflettere
reflectthatshehaddiscoveredche
thattheshirtwasdrysenza
withoutanybodyknowingthatthatwaswhatsheaveva
hadinhermind.Butinspiteof
lei
her,Tomknewwherethevento
windlay,now.Soheforestalledwhat
potrebbe
mightbethenextmove:.“Someofuspumpedonourheads—mine’sdamp
ancora
yet.See?”
AuntPollywasvexedto
pensare
thinkshehadoverlookedthatpezzo
bitofcircumstantialevidence,andmissedun
atrick.Thenshehad
una
anewinspiration:.“Tom,youdidn’t
hai
havetoundoyourshirtcollare
collarwhereIsewedit,topumponyourtesta
head,didyou?Unbuttonyourjacket!”
Il
ThetroublevanishedoutofTom’sviso
face.Heopenedhisjacket.
His
camicia
shirtcollarwassecurelysewed.“Bother!
Well,
vai
go’longwithyou.I’d
fatto
madesureyou’dplayedhookeye
andbeena-swimming.ButI
perdono
forgiveye,Tom.Ireckonyou’re
una
akindofasingedgatto
cat,asthesayingis—better’nyoulook.Questa
Thistime.”Shewashalfsorryhersagacity
avesse
hadmiscarried,andhalfgladche
thatTomhadstumbledintoubbidiente
obedientconductforonce.ButSidney
detto
said:.“Well,now,ifIdidn’t
pensassi
thinkyousewedhiscollarwithbianco
whitethread,butit’sblack.”“Why,Idid
cucito
sewitwithwhite!Tom!”
Ma
ButTomdidnotwaitforil
therest.Ashewent
usciva
outatthedoorhedisse
said:.“Siddy,I’lllickyouforthat.”
In
un
asafeplaceTomexamineddue
twolargeneedleswhichwerethrustintothelapelsofhisgiacca
jacket,andhadthreadboundsu
aboutthem—oneneedlecarriedwhitefilo
threadandtheotherblack.He
detto
said:.“She’dnevernoticedifithadn’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
theModelBoyofthevillaggio
village.Heknewthemodel
ragazzo
boyverywellthough—andloathedlo
him.Withintwominutes,oreven
meno
less,hehadforgottenallhistroubles.Not
perché
becausehistroubleswereonewhitmeno
lessheavyandbittertohimthanaman’saretoauomo
man,butbecauseanewe
andpowerfulinterestborethemdowne
anddrovethemoutofhismente
mindforthetime—justasmen’smisfortunesaredimenticate
forgottenintheexcitementofnuovo
newenterprises.Thisnewinterestwasavalued
novità
noveltyinwhistling,whichheaveva
hadjustacquiredfromanegro,e
andhewassufferingtopractiseitundisturbed.Itconsistedina
peculiare
peculiarbird-liketurn,asortofliquido
liquidwarble,producedbytouchingthelingua
tonguetotheroofofthebocca
mouthatshortintervalsinthemidstofthemusic—thelettore
readerprobablyremembershowtodoit,se
ifhehaseverbeenaragazzo
boy.Diligenceandattentionsoon
diedero
gavehimtheknackofit,e
andhestrodedownthestrada
streetwithhismouthfullofarmonia
harmonyandhissoulfullofgratitudine
gratitude.Hefeltmuchasanastronomer
sentiva
feelswhohasdiscoveredanuovo
newplanet—nodoubt,asfarasforte
strong,deep,unalloyedpleasureisconcerned,il
theadvantagewaswiththeragazzo
boy,nottheastronomer.Thesummereveningswerelong.
Itwasnot
buio
dark,yet.PresentlyTomcheckedhis
fischietto
whistle.Astrangerwasbeforehim—a
ragazzo
boyashadelargerthanhimself.Anew-comerof
qualsiasi
anyageoreithersexwasanimpressionante
impressivecuriosityinthepoorlittlesquallido
shabbyvillageofSt.Petersburg.Questo
Thisboywaswelldressed,too—wellvestito
dressedonaweek-day.Thiswas
semplicemente
simplyastounding.Hiscapwas
una
adaintything,hisclose-buttonedblu
blueclothroundaboutwasnewe
andnatty,andsowerehispantaloons.He
aveva
hadshoeson—anditwassolo
onlyFriday.Heevenworeanecktie,a
luminoso
brightbitofribbon.He
aveva
hadacitifiedairabouthimche
thatateintoTom’svitals.ThemoreTom
fissava
staredatthesplendidmarvel,thehigherheturneduphisnaso
noseathisfineryandtheshabbiere
andshabbierhisownoutfitsembrava
seemedtohimtogrow.Neitherboy
parlato
spoke.Ifonemoved,theothermoved—but
solo
onlysidewise,inacircle;theykept
faccia
facetofaceandeyetoocchio
eyeallthetime.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’remighty
intelligente
smart,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!”
“Youcanlumpthat
cappello
hatifyoudon’tlikeit.Idareyoutoknockitoff—and
chiunque
anybodythat’lltakeadarewillsucchiare
suckeggs.”“You’realiar!”
“You’reanother.”
“You’re
un
afightingliaranddasn’ttakeitup.”“Aw—take
una
awalk!”“Say—ifyougivememuchmoreofyoursassI’lltakeand
rimbalzare
bouncearockoff’nyourhead.”“Oh,ofcourseyouwill.”
“WellIwill.”
“Wellwhydon’tyou
fai
doitthen?Whatdoyoukeep
dire
sayingyouwillfor?Whydon’tyou
fai
doit?It’sbecauseyou’reafraid.”
“Iain’tafraid.”
“Youare.”
“Iain’t.”
“Youare.”
Another
pausa
pause,andmoreeyingandsidlingattorno
aroundeachother.Presentlytheywere
spalla
shouldertoshoulder.Tomsaid:.
“Getawayfromhere!”
“Goawayyourself!”
“Iwon’t.”
“Iwon’teither.”
Sotheystood,
ciascuno
eachwithafootplacedatanangolo
angleasabrace,andentrambi
bothshovingwithmightandprincipale
main,andgloweringateachotherwithodio
hate.Butneithercouldget
un
anadvantage.Afterstrugglingtill
entrambi
bothwerehotandflushed,ciascuno
eachrelaxedhisstrainwithwatchfulcautela
caution,andTomsaid:.“You’re
un
acowardandapup.I’lltellmybig
fratello
brotheronyou,andhecanthrashyoudi
withhislittlefinger,andI’llfare
makehimdoit,too.”“WhatdoIcareforyourbig
fratello
brother?I’vegotabrotherthat’s
grande
biggerthanheis—andwhat’smore,hecanthrowhimoverthatfence,too.“That’s
una
alie.”