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The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete | Progressive Norwegian A1 Translation Books

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete | Progressive Norwegian A1 Translation Books

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PREFACE
Mostoftheadventuresrecordedin
denne
thisbookreallyoccurred;
one
eller
ortwowereexperiencesofmy
egne
own,therestthoseofboys
som
whowereschoolmatesofmine.
HuckFinnisdrawnfrom
livet
life;
TomSawyeralso,butnotfromanindividual—heisacombinationof
den
thecharacteristicsofthreeboyswhomI
kjente
knew,andthereforebelongsto
den
thecompositeorderofarchitecture.
De
Theoddsuperstitionstoucheduponwere
alle
allprevalentamongchildrenandslavesin
de
theWestattheperiodof
denne
thisstory—thatistosay,thirty
eller
orfortyyearsago.
Althoughmy
bok
bookisintendedmainlyfortheentertainmentofboys
og
andgirls,Ihopeit
vil
willnotbeshunnedbymen
og
andwomenonthataccount,for
del
partofmyplanhasbeento
prøve
trytopleasantlyremindadultsofwhattheyoncewerethemselves,
og
andofhowtheyfelt
og
andthoughtandtalked,andwhatqueerenterprisesthey
noen ganger
sometimesengagedin.
THEAUTHOR.
CHAPTERI
“Tom!”
Ingen
Noanswer.
“TOM!”
Noanswer.
“What’s
gått
gonewiththatboy,Iwonder?
YouTOM!”
Ingen
Noanswer.
Theoldladypulledherspectacles
ned
downandlookedoverthem
om
abouttheroom;
thenshe
la
putthemupandlooked
ut
outunderthem.
Sheseldom
eller
orneverlookedthroughthemforso
liten
smallathingasa
gutt
boy;
theywereherstatepair,theprideofher
hjerte
heart,andwerebuiltfor“style,”notservice—she
kunne
couldhaveseenthroughapairofstove-lidsjustas
godt
well.
Shelookedperplexedfor
et
amoment,andthensaid,notfiercely,
men
butstillloudenoughforthefurnitureto
høre
hear:.
“Well,IlayifI
får
getholdofyouI’ll—”.
Shedidnotfinish,forby
dette
thistimeshewasbending
ned
downandpunchingunderthe
sengen
bedwiththebroom,andsoshe
trengte
neededbreathtopunctuatethepunches
med
with.
Sheresurrectednothingbutthecat.
“I
aldri
neverdidseethebeatofthatboy!”
She
gikk
wenttotheopendoor
og
andstoodinitand
så
lookedoutamongthetomatovines
og
and“jimpson”weedsthatconstitutedthegarden.
NoTom.
Soshelifted
opp
uphervoiceatananglecalculatedfordistance
og
andshouted:.
“Y-o-u-uTOM!”
Therewas
en
aslightnoisebehindher
og
andsheturnedjustintimetoseize
en
asmallboybytheslackofhisroundabout
og
andarresthisflight.
“There!
I
kunne
might’a’thoughtofthatcloset.
Whatyoubeen
gjort
doinginthere?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing!
Se
Lookatyourhands.
And
se
lookatyourmouth.
Whatis
det
thattruck?”
“Idon’tknow,aunt.”
“Well,I
vet
know.
It’sjam—that’swhatit
er
is.
FortytimesI’vesaid
hvis
ifyoudidn’tletthatjamaloneI’dskinyou.
Handmethatswitch.”
Theswitchhoveredintheair—theperilwasdesperate—.
“My!
Se
Lookbehindyou,aunt!”
The
gamle
oldladywhirledround,andsnatchedherskirts
ut
outofdanger.
Theladfledontheinstant,scrambled
opp
upthehighboard-fence,anddisappeared
over
overit.
HisauntPollystoodsurpriseda
øyeblikk
moment,andthenbrokeintoagentlelaugh.
“Hangthe
gutten
boy,can’tIneverlearn
noe
anything?
Ain’theplayedmetricks
nok
enoughlikethatformetobe
se
lookingoutforhimby
denne
thistime?
Butoldfoolsis
de
thebiggestfoolsthereis.
Can’t
lære
learnanolddognewtricks,asthe
sier
sayingis.
Butmygoodness,he
aldri
neverplaysthemalike,twodays,
og
andhowisabodyto
vite
knowwhat’scoming?
He’pearstoknowjust
hvor
howlonghecantormentme
før
beforeIgetmydander
opp
up,andheknowsifhe
kan
canmakeouttoputme
av
offforaminuteor
gjøre
makemelaugh,it’sall
ned
downagainandIcan’thithimalick.
Iain’tdoingmydutyby
det
thatboy,andthat’stheLord’s
sannhet
truth,goodnessknows.
Sparetherod
og
andspilethechild,as
den
theGoodBooksays.
I’m
en
alayingupsinandsufferingforus
begge
both,Iknow.
He’sfulloftheOldScratch,
men
butlaws-a-me!
he’smyown
døde
deadsister’sboy,poorthing,
og
andIain’tgotthe
hjertet
hearttolashhim,somehow.
Hver
EverytimeIlethimoff,myconscience
gjør
doeshurtmeso,and
hver
everytimeIhithimmy
gamle
oldheartmostbreaks.
Well-a-well,
mannen
manthatisbornof
kvinne
womanisoffewdays
og
andfulloftrouble,astheScripture
sier
says,andIreckonit’sso.
He’ll
spille
playhookeythisevening,[*]andI’ll
bare
justbeobleegedtomakehim
jobbe
work,tomorrow,topunishhim.
It’smighty
vanskelig
hardtomakehimworkSaturdays,
når
whenalltheboysishavingholiday,
men
buthehatesworkmore
enn
thanhehatesanythingelse,
og
andI’vegottodo
noen
someofmydutyby
ham
him,orI’llbetheruinationofthechild.”
[*]Southwesternfor“afternoon”.
Tomdid
spilte
playhookey,andhehad
en
averygoodtime.
He
kom
gotbackhomebarelyinseasonto
hjelpe
helpJim,thesmallcolored
gutten
boy,sawnext-day’swoodandsplit
den
thekindlingsbeforesupper—atleasthewasthereintimeto
fortelle
tellhisadventurestoJim
mens
whileJimdidthree-fourthsof
den
thework.
Tom’syoungerbrother(orratherhalf-brother)Sidwas
allerede
alreadythroughwithhispartofthe
arbeidet
work(pickingupchips),forhewas
en
aquietboy,andhad
ingen
noadventurous,trouble-someways.
WhileTomwas
spiste
eatinghissupper,andstealingsugarasopportunityoffered,AuntPolly
spurte
askedhimquestionsthatwere
full
fullofguile,andverydeep—forshe
ønsket
wantedtotraphimintodamagingrevealments.
Like
mange
manyothersimple-heartedsouls,itwasherpetvanityto
tro
believeshewasendowedwith
et
atalentfordarkandmysteriousdiplomacy,
og
andshelovedtocontemplateher
mest
mosttransparentdevicesasmarvelsoflowcunning.
Sa
Saidshe:.
“Tom,itwasmiddlingwarmin
skolen
school,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Powerfulwarm,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Didn’tyouwantto
gå
goina-swimming,Tom?”
Abitofascare
skutt
shotthroughTom—atouchofuncomfortablesuspicion.
HesearchedAuntPolly’s
ansikt
face,butittoldhim
ingenting
nothing.
Sohesaid:.
“No’m—well,not
veldig
verymuch.”
Theoldladyreached
ut
outherhandandfeltTom’sshirt,
og
andsaid:.
“Butyouain’t
for
toowarmnow,though.”
Anditflatteredhertoreflectthatshe
hadde
haddiscoveredthattheshirtwasdry
uten
withoutanybodyknowingthatthatwaswhatshe
hadde
hadinhermind.
Butinspiteof
henne
her,Tomknewwherethewind
lå
lay,now.
Soheforestalledwhat
kunne
mightbethenextmove:.
“Someofuspumpedonourheads—mine’sdamp
ennå
yet.
See?”
AuntPollywasvexedto
tro
thinkshehadoverlookedthat
bit
bitofcircumstantialevidence,andmissed
et
atrick.
Thenshehad
en
anewinspiration:.
“Tom,youdidn’thavetoundoyourshirtcollar
der
whereIsewedit,topumponyour
hodet
head,didyou?
Unbuttonyourjacket!”
Thetroublevanished
ut
outofTom’sface.
He
åpnet
openedhisjacket.
Hisshirtcollarwassecurelysewed.
“Bother!
Vel
Well,go’longwithyou.
I’dmadesureyou’dplayedhookey
og
andbeena-swimming.
ButIforgiveye,Tom.
Ireckonyou’re
en
akindofasingedcat,asthesayingis—better’nyou
ser
look.
Thistime.”
Shewashalf
lei
sorryhersagacityhadmiscarried,
og
andhalfgladthatTom
hadde
hadstumbledintoobedientconductforonce.
Men
ButSidneysaid:.
“Well,now,
hvis
ifIdidn’tthinkyousewedhiscollar
med
withwhitethread,butit’sblack.”
“Why,I
gjorde
didsewitwithwhite!
Tom!”
Men
ButTomdidnotwaitforthe
resten
rest.
Ashewentoutatthe
døren
doorhesaid:.
“Siddy,I’lllickyouforthat.”
Ina
trygt
safeplaceTomexaminedtwolargeneedles
som
whichwerethrustintothelapelsofhisjacket,
og
andhadthreadboundaboutthem—oneneedlecarried
hvit
whitethreadandtheother
svart
black.
Hesaid:.
“She’dnevernoticed
hvis
ifithadn’tbeenforSid.
Confound
den
it!
sometimesshesewsit
med
withwhite,andsometimesshesewsit
med
withblack.
Iwishtogee-minyshe’dstickto
en
oneort’other—Ican’tkeep
den
therunof’em.
ButIbetyouI’lllamSidforthat.
I’ll
lære
learnhim!”
HewasnottheModel
Gutten
Boyofthevillage.
He
kjente
knewthemodelboyvery
godt
wellthough—andloathedhim.
Within
to
twominutes,orevenless,he
hadde
hadforgottenallhistroubles.
Not
fordi
becausehistroubleswereonewhitlessheavy
og
andbittertohimthanaman’saretoa
mann
man,butbecauseanew
og
andpowerfulinterestborethem
ned
downanddrovethemoutofhis
sinn
mindforthetime—justasmen’smisfortunesare
glemt
forgottenintheexcitementofnewenterprises.
Denne
Thisnewinterestwasavaluednoveltyinwhistling,
som
whichhehadjustacquiredfrom
en
anegro,andhewassufferingtopractiseitundisturbed.
Itconsistedin
en
apeculiarbird-liketurn,asortofliquidwarble,producedby
berøre
touchingthetonguetotheroofofthemouthatshortintervalsinthemidstofthemusic—thereader
sannsynligvis
probablyremembershowtodo
det
it,ifhehaseverbeen
en
aboy.
Diligenceandattention
snart
soongavehimtheknackof
det
it,andhestrodedownthe
gaten
streetwithhismouthfullofharmony
og
andhissoulfullofgratitude.
Hefelt
mye
muchasanastronomerfeelswho
har
hasdiscoveredanewplanet—nodoubt,as
langt
farasstrong,deep,unalloyedpleasureisconcerned,theadvantagewas
med
withtheboy,nottheastronomer.
Thesummereveningswerelong.
Itwasnotdark,
ennå
yet.
PresentlyTomcheckedhiswhistle.
En
Astrangerwasbeforehim—a
gutt
boyashadelargerthanhimself.
Anew-comerof
helst
anyageoreithersexwasanimpressivecuriosityin
den
thepoorlittleshabbyvillageofSt.Petersburg.
Denne
Thisboywaswelldressed,too—welldressedon
en
aweek-day.
Thiswassimplyastounding.
Hiscapwas
en
adaintything,hisclose-buttonedblueclothroundaboutwas
ny
newandnatty,andsowerehispantaloons.
He
hadde
hadshoeson—anditwas
bare
onlyFriday.
Heevenworeanecktie,abright
bit
bitofribbon.
Hehad
en
acitifiedairabouthim
som
thatateintoTom’svitals.
Den
ThemoreTomstaredat
den
thesplendidmarvel,thehigherheturned
opp
uphisnoseathisfinery
og
andtheshabbierandshabbierhis
egen
ownoutfitseemedtohimtogrow.
Neitherboy
snakket
spoke.
Ifonemoved,the
andre
othermoved—butonlysidewise,inacircle;
they
holdt
keptfacetofaceandeyetoeyeallthe
tiden
time.
FinallyTomsaid:.
“I
kan
canlickyou!”
“I’dliketo
se
seeyoutryit.”
“Well,I
kan
candoit.”
“Noyoucan’t,either.”
“YesIcan.”
“Noyoucan’t.”
“Ican.”
“Youcan’t.”
“Can!”
“Can’t!”
En
Anuncomfortablepause.
ThenTom
sa
said:.
“What’syourname?”
“’Tisn’tanyofyourbusiness,maybe.”
“WellI’lowI’ll
gjøre
makeitmybusiness.”
“Well
hvorfor
whydon’tyou?”
“Ifyou
sier
saymuch,Iwill.”
“Much—much—much.
Det
Therenow.”
“Oh,youthinkyou’remightysmart,don’tyou?
I
kunne
couldlickyouwithone
hånden
handtiedbehindme,ifI
ville
wantedto.”
“Wellwhydon’tyou
gjør
doit?
Yousayyou
kan
candoit.”
“WellI
vil
will,ifyoufoolwithme.”
“Ohyes—I’veseen
hele
wholefamiliesinthesamefix.”
“Smarty!
You
tror
thinkyou’resome,now,don’tyou?
Oh,what
en
ahat!”
“Youcanlumpthathat
hvis
ifyoudon’tlikeit.
Idareyoutoknockitoff—andanybodythat’ll
ta
takeadarewillsuckeggs.”
“You’re
en
aliar!”
“You’reanother.”
“You’re
en
afightingliaranddasn’t
ta
takeitup.”
“Aw—takeawalk!”
“Say—ifyou
gir
givememuchmoreofyoursassI’ll
ta
takeandbouncearockoff’nyourhead.”
“Oh,of
selvfølgelig
courseyouwill.”
“WellIwill.”
“Well
hvorfor
whydon’tyoudoitthen?
Whatdoyoukeep
si
sayingyouwillfor?
Whydon’tyou
gjør
doit?
It’sbecauseyou’reafraid.”
“Iain’tafraid.”
“Youare.”
“Iain’t.”
“Youare.”
Anotherpause,
og
andmoreeyingandsidling
rundt
aroundeachother.
Presentlytheywereshouldertoshoulder.
Tom
sa
said:.
“Getawayfromhere!”
“Go
bort
awayyourself!”
“Iwon’t.”
“Iwon’teither.”
Sotheystood,
hver
eachwithafootplacedatanangleasabrace,
og
andbothshovingwithmight
og
andmain,andgloweringat
hver
eachotherwithhate.
Butneither
kunne
couldgetanadvantage.
Afterstrugglingtill
begge
bothwerehotandflushed,
hver
eachrelaxedhisstrainwithwatchfulcaution,
og
andTomsaid:.
“You’reacoward
og
andapup.
I’lltellmy
store
bigbrotheronyou,andhe
kan
canthrashyouwithhislittlefinger,
og
andI’llmakehimdo
det
it,too.”
“WhatdoIcareforyour
store
bigbrother?
I’vegota
bror
brotherthat’sbiggerthanheis—andwhat’s
mer
more,hecanthrowhim
over
overthatfence,too.
“That’s
en
alie.”