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The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete | Progressive Translation Books for Norwegian A1-B2 Students

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Complete | Progressive Translation Books for Norwegian A1-B2 Students

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PREFACE
Mostoftheadventuresrecordedin
denne
thisbookreallyoccurred;
one
eller
ortwowereexperiencesofmy
egne
own,therestthoseofboys
som
whowereschoolmatesofmine.
HuckFinnis
trukket
drawnfromlife;
TomSawyer
også
also,butnotfromanindividual—heisa
kombinasjon
combinationofthecharacteristicsof
tre
threeboyswhomIknew,
og
andthereforebelongstothecomposite
orden
orderofarchitecture.
Theoddsuperstitions
berørt
toucheduponwereallprevalent
blant
amongchildrenandslavesin
de
theWestattheperiodof
denne
thisstory—thatistosay,thirty
eller
orfortyyearsago.
Althoughmy
bok
bookisintendedmainlyforthe
underholdning
entertainmentofboysandgirls,I
håper
hopeitwillnotbeshunnedbymen
og
andwomenonthataccount,for
del
partofmyplanhasbeento
prøve
trytopleasantlyremindadultsofwhattheyoncewerethemselves,
og
andofhowtheyfelt
og
andthoughtandtalked,andwhatqueerenterprisesthey
noen ganger
sometimesengagedin.
THEAUTHOR.
Kapittel
CHAPTERI
“Tom!”
Noanswer.
“TOM!”
Ingen
Noanswer.
“What’sgonewiththat
gutten
boy,Iwonder?
YouTOM!”
Ingen
Noanswer.
Theoldlady
trakk
pulledherspectaclesdownand
så
lookedoverthemaboutthe
rommet
room;
thensheputthem
opp
upandlookedoutunder
dem
them.
Sheseldomornever
så
lookedthroughthemforso
liten
smallathingasa
gutt
boy;
theywereherstate
par
pair,theprideofher
hjerte
heart,andwerebuiltfor“style,”notservice—she
kunne
couldhaveseenthrougha
par
pairofstove-lidsjustas
godt
well.
Shelookedperplexedfor
et
amoment,andthensaid,not
voldsomt
fiercely,butstillloudenoughforthefurnitureto
høre
hear:.
“Well,IlayifI
får
getholdofyouI’ll—”.
Shedidnot
ferdig
finish,forbythistimeshewas
bøyde
bendingdownandpunchingunderthe
sengen
bedwiththebroom,andsoshe
trengte
neededbreathtopunctuatethepunches
med
with.
Sheresurrectednothingbutthe
katten
cat.
“Ineverdidsee
den
thebeatofthatboy!”
She
gikk
wenttotheopendoor
og
andstoodinitand
så
lookedoutamongthetomatovines
og
and“jimpson”weedsthatconstituted
den
thegarden.
NoTom.
Soshe
løftet
lifteduphervoiceat
en
ananglecalculatedfordistance
og
andshouted:.
“Y-o-u-uTOM!”
Therewas
en
aslightnoisebehindher
og
andsheturnedjustintimeto
gripe
seizeasmallboybytheslackofhis
rundkjøring
roundaboutandarresthisflight.
“There!
I
kunne
might’a’thoughtofthat
skapet
closet.
Whatyoubeendoinginthere?”
“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—the
faren
perilwasdesperate—.
“My!
Look
bak
behindyou,aunt!”
Theold
damen
ladywhirledround,andsnatchedherskirts
ut
outofdanger.
Thelad
flyktet
fledontheinstant,scrambled
opp
upthehighboard-fence,and
forsvant
disappearedoverit.
HisauntPollystoodsurpriseda
øyeblikk
moment,andthenbrokeintoa
mild
gentlelaugh.
“Hangtheboy,can’tI
aldri
neverlearnanything?
Ain’the
spilt
playedmetricksenoughlikethatformetobe
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’pearsto
vite
knowjusthowlonghe
kan
cantormentmebeforeI
få
getmydanderup,andheknows
om
ifhecanmakeoutto
sette
putmeofffora
minutt
minuteormakemelaugh,it’s
alt
alldownagainandIcan’thithima
slikk
lick.
Iain’tdoingmy
plikt
dutybythatboy,andthat’s
den
theLord’struth,goodnessknows.
Spare
den
therodandspilethe
barnet
child,astheGoodBook
sier
says.
I’malayingup
synd
sinandsufferingforus
begge
both,Iknow.
He’sfulloftheOld
Scratch
Scratch,butlaws-a-me!
he’smy
egen
owndeadsister’sboy,poor
ting
thing,andIain’tgotthe
hjertet
hearttolashhim,somehow.
Hver
EverytimeIlethimoff,myconscience
gjør
doeshurtmeso,and
hver
everytimeIhithimmy
gamle
oldheartmostbreaks.
Well-a-well,
mannen
manthatisbornof
kvinne
womanisoffewdays
og
andfulloftrouble,asthe
Skriften
Scripturesays,andIreckonit’sso.
He’ll
spille
playhookeythisevening,[*]andI’ll
bare
justbeobleegedtomakehim
jobbe
work,tomorrow,topunishhim.
It’smighty
vanskelig
hardtomakehimworkSaturdays,
når
whenalltheboysishaving
ferie
holiday,buthehateswork
mer
morethanhehatesanythingelse,
og
andI’vegottodo
noen
someofmydutyby
ham
him,orI’llbetheruinationofthechild.”
[*]Southwesternfor“afternoon”.
Tomdid
spilte
playhookey,andhehad
en
averygoodtime.
He
kom
gotbackhomebarelyin
sesongen
seasontohelpJim,the
lille
smallcoloredboy,sawnext-day’s
tre
woodandsplitthekindlings
før
beforesupper—atleasthewas
det
thereintimetotellhisadventurestoJim
mens
whileJimdidthree-fourthsof
den
thework.
Tom’syoungerbrother(or
heller
ratherhalf-brother)Sidwasalreadythrough
med
withhispartofthe
arbeidet
work(pickingupchips),forhewas
en
aquietboy,andhad
ingen
noadventurous,trouble-someways.
WhileTomwas
spiste
eatinghissupper,andstealing
sukker
sugarasopportunityoffered,AuntPolly
spurte
askedhimquestionsthatwere
full
fullofguile,andverydeep—forshe
ønsket
wantedtotraphimintodamagingrevealments.
Likemany
andre
othersimple-heartedsouls,itwasher
kjæledyr
petvanitytobelieveshewasendowed
med
withatalentfordark
og
andmysteriousdiplomacy,andshe
elsket
lovedtocontemplatehermosttransparentdevicesasmarvelsof
lav
lowcunning.
Saidshe:.
“Tom,itwasmiddling
varmt
warminschool,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Powerful
varm
warm,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Didn’tyouwantto
gå
goina-swimming,Tom?”
Abitofa
skremme
scareshotthroughTom—atouchof
ubehagelig
uncomfortablesuspicion.
HesearchedAuntPolly’s
ansikt
face,butittoldhim
ingenting
nothing.
Sohesaid:.
“No’m—well,not
veldig
verymuch.”
Theoldladyreached
ut
outherhandandfeltTom’s
skjorte
shirt,andsaid:.
“Butyouain’t
for
toowarmnow,though.”
Andit
smigret
flatteredhertoreflectthatshe
hadde
haddiscoveredthattheshirtwas
tørr
drywithoutanybodyknowingthatthatwaswhatshe
hadde
hadinhermind.
Butin
tross
spiteofher,Tomknew
hvor
wherethewindlay,now.
Soheforestalledwhat
kunne
mightbethenextmove:.
“Someofus
pumpet
pumpedonourheads—mine’sdamp
ennå
yet.
See?”
AuntPollywasvexedto
tro
thinkshehadoverlookedthat
bit
bitofcircumstantialevidence,andmissed
et
atrick.
Thenshehad
en
anewinspiration:.
“Tom,youdidn’thavetoundoyourshirtcollarwhereIsewedit,to
pumpe
pumponyourhead,didyou?
Unbuttonyourjacket!”
Thetrouble
forsvant
vanishedoutofTom’sface.
He
åpnet
openedhisjacket.
Hisshirt
krage
collarwassecurelysewed.
“Bother!
Vel
Well,go’longwithyou.
I’dmadesureyou’dplayedhookey
og
andbeena-swimming.
ButI
tilgir
forgiveye,Tom.
Ireckonyou’re
en
akindofasinged
katt
cat,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’ll
slikke
lickyouforthat.”
Ina
trygt
safeplaceTomexaminedtwo
store
largeneedleswhichwerethrustinto
den
thelapelsofhisjacket,
og
andhadthreadboundaboutthem—one
nål
needlecarriedwhitethreadand
den
theotherblack.
Hesaid:.
“She’d
aldri
nevernoticedifithadn’tbeenforSid.
Confoundit!
noen ganger
sometimesshesewsitwithwhite,
og
andsometimesshesewsit
med
withblack.
Iwishtogee-minyshe’dstickto
en
oneort’other—Ican’tkeep
den
therunof’em.
ButI
satse
betyouI’lllamSidforthat.
I’ll
lære
learnhim!”
Hewasnotthe
Modell
ModelBoyofthevillage.
He
kjente
knewthemodelboyvery
godt
wellthough—andloathedhim.
Within
to
twominutes,orevenless,he
hadde
hadforgottenallhistroubles.
Not
fordi
becausehistroubleswereonewhit
mindre
lessheavyandbittertohim
enn
thanaman’saretoa
mann
man,butbecauseanew
og
andpowerfulinterestborethem
ned
downanddrovethemoutofhis
sinn
mindforthetime—justasmen’smisfortunesare
glemt
forgottenintheexcitementofnewenterprises.
Denne
Thisnewinterestwasavalued
nyhet
noveltyinwhistling,whichhe
hadde
hadjustacquiredfromanegro,
og
andhewassufferingto
praktisere
practiseitundisturbed.
Itconsistedin
en
apeculiarbird-liketurn,asortof
flytende
liquidwarble,producedbytouchingthe
tungen
tonguetotheroofofthe
munnen
mouthatshortintervalsinthemidstofthemusic—the
leseren
readerprobablyremembershowto
gjør
doit,ifhehaseverbeen
en
aboy.
Diligenceandattention
snart
soongavehimtheknackof
det
it,andhestrodedownthe
gaten
streetwithhismouthfullof
harmoni
harmonyandhissoulfullof
takknemlighet
gratitude.
Hefeltmuchasanastronomerfeelswho
har
hasdiscoveredanewplanet—no
tvil
doubt,asfarasstrong,
dyp
deep,unalloyedpleasureisconcerned,theadvantagewas
med
withtheboy,nottheastronomer.
Thesummereveningswerelong.
Itwasnot
mørkt
dark,yet.
PresentlyTomcheckedhis
fløyte
whistle.
Astrangerwasbeforehim—a
gutt
boyashadelargerthanhimself.
Anew-comerofany
alder
ageoreithersexwasan
imponerende
impressivecuriosityinthepoor
lille
littleshabbyvillageofSt.Petersburg.
Denne
Thisboywaswelldressed,too—well
kledd
dressedonaweek-day.
Thiswassimplyastounding.
Hiscapwas
en
adaintything,hisclose-buttoned
blå
blueclothroundaboutwasnew
og
andnatty,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
ownoutfitseemedtohimto
vokse
grow.
Neitherboyspoke.
Ifone
beveget
moved,theothermoved—butonlysidewise,ina
sirkel
circle;
theykeptfaceto
ansikt
faceandeyetoeyeallthe
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’re
mektig
mightysmart,don’tyou?
I
kunne
couldlickyouwithone
hånden
handtiedbehindme,ifI
ville
wantedto.”
“Wellwhydon’tyou
gjør
doit?
Yousayyou
kan
candoit.”
“WellI
vil
will,ifyoufoolwithme.”
“Ohyes—I’veseenwholefamiliesinthe
samme
samefix.”
“Smarty!
Youthinkyou’re
noen
some,now,don’tyou?
Oh,what
en
ahat!”
“Youcanlumpthat
hatten
hatifyoudon’tlikeit.
Idareyouto
slå
knockitoff—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.
Presentlytheywere
skulder
shouldertoshoulder.
Tomsaid:.
“Get
bort
awayfromhere!”
“Goawayyourself!”
“Iwon’t.”
“Iwon’teither.”
Sotheystood,
hver
eachwithafootplacedatan
vinkel
angleasabrace,and
begge
bothshovingwithmightand
hoved
main,andgloweringateachother
med
withhate.
Butneithercould
få
getanadvantage.
Afterstrugglingtill
begge
bothwerehotandflushed,
hver
eachrelaxedhisstrainwithwatchful
forsiktighet
caution,andTomsaid:.
“You’re
en
acowardandapup.
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.”