PREFACE
Mostoftheadventuresrecordedinthis
livro
bookreallyoccurred;oneor
duas
twowereexperiencesofmyown,o
therestthoseofboysque
whowereschoolmatesofmine.Huck
Finn
Finnisdrawnfromlife;TomSawyer
também
also,butnotfromanindividual—heisacombinação
combinationofthecharacteristicsoftrês
threeboyswhomIknew,e
andthereforebelongstothecompositeordem
orderofarchitecture.Theoddsuperstitionstoucheduponwereallprevalent
entre
amongchildrenandslavesinas
theWestattheperiodofthisstory—thatistosay,thirtyou
orfortyyearsago.Althoughmy
livro
bookisintendedmainlyforo
theentertainmentofboysandgirls,Iespero
hopeitwillnotbeevitado
shunnedbymenandwomenonthataccount,forparte
partofmyplanhasbeentotentar
trytopleasantlyremindadultsofwhattheyoncewerethemselves,e
andofhowtheyfelte
andthoughtandtalked,andwhatqueerenterprisestheyàs vezes
sometimesengagedin.THEAUTHOR.
Capítulo
CHAPTERI“Tom!”
Noanswer.
“TOM!”
No
resposta
answer.“What’sgonewiththat
rapaz
boy,Iwonder?YouTOM!”
No
resposta
answer.Theoldladypulledherspectaclesdown
e
andlookedoverthemaboutthesala
room;thensheputthemup
e
andlookedoutunderthem.She
raramente
seldomorneverlookedthroughthemforsosmallacoisa
thingasaboy;theywereher
estado
statepair,theprideofhercoração
heart,andwerebuiltfor“style,”notservice—shepoderia
couldhaveseenthroughapar
pairofstove-lidsjustaswell.Shelookedperplexedfor
um
amoment,andthensaid,notfiercely,mas
butstillloudenoughforthemóveis
furnituretohear:.“Well,Ilay
se
ifIgetholdofyouI’ll—”.Shedidnot
terminou
finish,forbythistimeshewascurvando
bendingdownandpunchingunderthecama
bedwiththebroom,andsosheprecisava
neededbreathtopunctuatethepunchescom
with.Sheresurrectednothingbutthe
gato
cat.“Ineverdidsee
a
thebeatofthatboy!”She
foi
wenttotheopendoore
andstoodinitandolhou
lookedoutamongthetomatovinese
and“jimpson”weedsthatconstitutedthejardim
garden.NoTom.
Soshe
levantou
lifteduphervoiceatum
ananglecalculatedfordistancee
andshouted:.“Y-o-u-uTOM!”
Therewas
um
aslightnoisebehindhere
andsheturnedjustintempo
timetoseizeasmallmenino
boybytheslackofhisrotatória
roundaboutandarresthisflight.“There!
Imight’a’thoughtofthat
armário
closet.Whatyoubeendoinginthere?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing!
Olha
Lookatyourhands.And
olha
lookatyourmouth.Whatisthattruck?”
“Idon’t
sei
know,aunt.”“Well,Iknow.
It’sjam—that’swhatit
é
is.FortytimesI’vesaid
se
ifyoudidn’tletthatjamaloneI’dskinyou.Handmethatswitch.”
O
Theswitchhoveredintheair—theperigo
perilwasdesperate—.“My!
Lookbehindyou,aunt!”
A
Theoldladywhirledround,e
andsnatchedherskirtsoutofperigo
danger.Theladfledontheinstant,scrambledupthe
alto
highboard-fence,anddisappearedoverele
it.HisauntPollystoodsurpriseda
momento
moment,andthenbrokeintoasuave
gentlelaugh.“Hangtheboy,can’tI
nunca
neverlearnanything?Ain’theplayedme
enganou
tricksenoughlikethatformetobelookingoutforhimbyesta
thistime?Butoldfoolsis
os
thebiggestfoolsthereis.Can’tlearn
um
anolddognewtricks,asthediz
sayingis.Butmygoodness,he
nunca
neverplaysthemalike,twodays,e
andhowisabodytosabe
knowwhat’scoming?He’pearstoknowjusthow
tempo
longhecantormentmeantes
beforeIgetmydanderup,e
andheknowsifhecanfazer
makeouttoputmeoffforaminuto
minuteormakemelaugh,it’studo
alldownagainandIcan’tbater
hithimalick.Iain’t
fazer
doingmydutybythatrapaz
boy,andthat’stheLord’struth,deus
goodnessknows.Sparetherod
e
andspilethechild,astheGoodLivro
Booksays.I’malayingup
pecado
sinandsufferingforusambos
both,Iknow.He’sfullof
a
theOldScratch,butlaws-a-me!he’smyown
morta
deadsister’sboy,poorthing,e
andIain’tgotthecoração
hearttolashhim,somehow.Cada
EverytimeIlethimoff,myconsciência
consciencedoeshurtmeso,e
andeverytimeIhithimmyvelho
oldheartmostbreaks.Well-a-well,
homem
manthatisbornofmulher
womanisoffewdayse
andfulloftrouble,astheEscritura
Scripturesays,andIreckonit’sso.He’llplayhookey
esta
thisevening,[*]andI’lljustbeobleegedtomakehimtrabalhar
work,tomorrow,topunishhim.It’smighty
difícil
hardtomakehimworkSaturdays,quando
whenalltheboysistenho
havingholiday,buthehatesworkmais
morethanhehatesanythingelse,e
andI’vegottodosomeofmydever
dutybyhim,orI’llbetheruinationofthechild.”[*]Southwesternfor“afternoon”.
Tomdidplayhookey,
e
andhehadaverygoodtime.Hegotback
casa
homebarelyinseasontoajudar
helpJim,thesmallcoloredmenino
boy,sawnext-day’swoodanddividir
splitthekindlingsbeforesupper—atmenos
leasthewasthereintempo
timetotellhisadventurestoJimenquanto
whileJimdidthree-fourthsofthetrabalho
work.Tom’syoungerbrother(orratherhalf-brother)Sidwas
já
alreadythroughwithhispartofo
thework(pickingupchips),forhewasum
aquietboy,andhadnão
noadventurous,trouble-someways.WhileTomwaseatinghis
jantar
supper,andstealingsugarasoportunidade
opportunityoffered,AuntPollyaskedhimquestionsque
thatwerefullofguile,e
andverydeep—forshewantedtotraphimintodamagingrevealments.Like
muitas
manyothersimple-heartedsouls,itwasherpetvaidade
vanitytobelieveshewasendowedwithum
atalentfordarkandmysteriousdiplomacia
diplomacy,andshelovedtocontemplar
contemplatehermosttransparentdevicesasmarvelsofbaixa
lowcunning.Saidshe:.
“Tom,itwasmiddling
quente
warminschool,warn’tit?”“Yes’m.”
“Powerfulwarm,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Didn’tyou
querias
wanttogoina-swimming,Tom?”Um
AbitofascareshotthroughTom—atoque
touchofuncomfortablesuspicion.He
procurou
searchedAuntPolly’sface,butitdisse
toldhimnothing.Sohe
disse
said:.“No’m—well,notverymuch.”
A
Theoldladyreachedouthermão
handandfeltTom’sshirt,e
andsaid:.“Butyouain’ttoo
quente
warmnow,though.”Anditflatteredherto
refletir
reflectthatshehaddiscoveredthatthecamisa
shirtwasdrywithoutanybodysoubesse
knowingthatthatwaswhatshetinha
hadinhermind.Butinspiteof
dela
her,Tomknewwherethevento
windlay,now.Soheforestalledwhat
poderia
mightbethenextmove:.“Someofus
bombearam
pumpedonourheads—mine’sdampainda
yet.See?”
AuntPollywasvexedto
pensar
thinkshehadoverlookedthatpouco
bitofcircumstantialevidence,andperdeu
missedatrick.Thenshe
teve
hadanewinspiration:.“Tom,youdidn’thaveto
desfazer
undoyourshirtcollarwhereIcosi
sewedit,topumponyourcabeça
head,didyou?Unbuttonyourjacket!”
O
ThetroublevanishedoutofTom’srosto
face.Heopenedhisjacket.
His
camisa
shirtcollarwassecurelysewed.“Bother!
Bem
Well,go’longwithyou.I’dmade
certeza
sureyou’dplayedhookeyandbeena-swimming.Mas
ButIforgiveye,Tom.I
acho
reckonyou’reakindofuma
asingedcat,asthediz
sayingis—better’nyoulook.Thistime.”
Shewas
meio
halfsorryhersagacityhadmiscarried,e
andhalfgladthatTomhadstumbledintoobediente
obedientconductforonce.ButSidney
disse
said:.“Well,now,ifIdidn’t
pensasse
thinkyousewedhiscollarcom
withwhitethread,butit’sblack.”“Why,Idid
costurei
sewitwithwhite!Tom!”
Mas
ButTomdidnotwaitfortheresto
rest.Ashewentoutatthe
porta
doorhesaid:.“Siddy,I’ll
lamber
lickyouforthat.”Ina
seguro
safeplaceTomexaminedtwolargeneedlesque
whichwerethrustintothelapelsofhiscasaco
jacket,andhadthreadboundsobre
aboutthem—oneneedlecarriedwhitefio
threadandtheotherblack.He
disse
said:.“She’dnevernoticedifithadn’tbeenforSid.
Confound
que
it!sometimesshesewsit
com
withwhite,andsometimesshecostura
sewsitwithblack.I
gostava
wishtogee-minyshe’dsticktoum
oneort’other—Ican’tkeeptherunof’em.Mas
ButIbetyouI’lllamSidforthat.I’lllearnhim!”
Hewasnot
o
theModelBoyofthealdeia
village.Heknewthemodel
menino
boyverywellthough—andloathedhim.Within
dois
twominutes,orevenless,hetinha
hadforgottenallhistroubles.Not
porque
becausehistroubleswereonewhitmenos
lessheavyandbittertohimthanaman’saretoahomem
man,butbecauseanewe
andpowerfulinterestborethemdowne
anddrovethemoutofhismente
mindforthetime—justasmen’smisfortunesareforgotteninos
theexcitementofnewenterprises.Este
Thisnewinterestwasavaluednovidade
noveltyinwhistling,whichhetinha
hadjustacquiredfromanegro,e
andhewassufferingtopractiseitundisturbed.Itconsistedina
peculiar
peculiarbird-liketurn,asortoflíquido
liquidwarble,producedbytouchingthelíngua
tonguetotheroofoftheboca
mouthatshortintervalsinthemidstofthemusic—theleitor
readerprobablyremembershowtofazê
doit,ifhehaseverbeenamenino
boy.Diligenceandattentionsoon
deram
gavehimtheknackofit,e
andhestrodedowntherua
streetwithhismouthfullofharmonia
harmonyandhissoulfullofgratidão
gratitude.Hefeltmuchasanastronomer
sentiu
feelswhohasdiscoveredanovo
newplanet—nodoubt,asfarasforte
strong,deep,unalloyedpleasureisconcerned,thevantagem
advantagewaswiththeboy,nottheastronomer.As
Thesummereveningswerelong.Itwasnot
escuro
dark,yet.PresentlyTomcheckedhis
apito
whistle.Astrangerwasbeforehim—a
menino
boyashadelargerthanhimself.A
recém-chegado
new-comerofanyageoreithersexo
sexwasanimpressivecuriosityinthepoorlittleshabbyaldeia
villageofSt.Petersburg.This
rapaz
boywaswelldressed,too—wellvestido
dressedonaweek-day.Thiswassimplyastounding.
His
boné
capwasadaintything,hisclose-buttonedazul
blueclothroundaboutwasnewe
andnatty,andsowerehispantaloons.He
tinha
hadshoeson—anditwassó
onlyFriday.Heevenworeanecktie,a
brilhante
brightbitofribbon.He
tinha
hadacitifiedairabouthimque
thatateintoTom’svitals.The
mais
moreTomstaredatthesplendidmaravilha
marvel,thehigherheturneduphisnariz
noseathisfineryandtheshabbiere
andshabbierhisownoutfitparecia
seemedtohimtogrow.Neitherboy
falou
spoke.Ifonemoved,the
outro
othermoved—butonlysidewise,inacírculo
circle;theykeptfacetoface
e
andeyetoeyeallthetempo
time.FinallyTomsaid:.
“I
posso
canlickyou!”“I’dliketo
ver
seeyoutryit.”“Well,I
posso
candoit.”“Noyoucan’t,either.”
“YesIcan.”
“Noyoucan’t.”
“Ican.”
“Youcan’t.”
“Can!”
“Can’t!”
Uma
Anuncomfortablepause.ThenTom
disse
said:.“What’syourname?”
“’Tisn’tanyofyourbusiness,maybe.”
“WellI’lowI’ll
fazer
makeitmybusiness.”“Wellwhydon’tyou?”
“Ifyousay
muito
much,Iwill.”“Much—much—much.
Therenow.”
“Oh,you
achas
thinkyou’remightysmart,don’tyou?I
podia
couldlickyouwithonemão
handtiedbehindme,ifIquisesse
wantedto.”“Wellwhydon’tyou
fazes
doit?Yousayyou
podes
candoit.”“WellI
vou
will,ifyoufoolwithme.”“Ohyes—I’ve
vi
seenwholefamiliesinthemesma
samefix.”“Smarty!
Youthinkyou’resome,now,don’tyou?
Oh,whatahat!”
“You
podes
canlumpthathatifyoudon’tgostares
likeit.Idareyoutoknockitoff—andanybodythat’lltake
um
adarewillsuckeggs.”“You’re
um
aliar!”“You’reanother.”
“You’re
um
afightingliaranddasn’ttakeitup.”“Aw—take
um
awalk!”“Say—ifyougiveme
muito
muchmoreofyoursassI’lltakee
andbouncearockoff’nyourhead.”“Oh,ofcourseyouwill.”
“WellIwill.”
“Wellwhydon’tyou
fazes
doitthen?Whatdoyoukeep
dizer
sayingyouwillfor?Whydon’tyou
fazes
doit?It’sbecauseyou’reafraid.”
“Iain’tafraid.”
“Youare.”
“Iain’t.”
“Youare.”
Another
pausa
pause,andmoreeyingandsidlingaroundeachother.Atualmente
Presentlytheywereshouldertoombro
shoulder.Tomsaid:.
“Getawayfromhere!”
“Go
embora
awayyourself!”“Iwon’t.”
“Iwon’teither.”
Sotheystood,each
com
withafootplacedatanângulo
angleasabrace,andambos
bothshovingwithmightandprincipal
main,andgloweringateachoutro
otherwithhate.Butneither
podia
couldgetanadvantage.After
lutar
strugglingtillbothwerehote
andflushed,eachrelaxedhistensão
strainwithwatchfulcaution,andTomdisse
said:.“You’reacowardand
um
apup.I’lltellmybig
irmão
brotheronyou,andhepode
canthrashyouwithhislittlededo
finger,andI’llmakehimfazê
doit,too.”“WhatdoI
me importo
careforyourbigbrother?I’vegot
um
abrotherthat’sbiggerthanheis—andwhat’smore,hepode
canthrowhimoverthatfence,também
too.“That’salie.”