PREFACE
Mostoftheadventuresrecordedin
este
thisbookreallyoccurred;one
o
ortwowereexperiencesofmyown,theresto
restthoseofboyswhowereschoolmatesofmías
mine.HuckFinnisdrawnfrom
vida
life;TomSawyeralso,butnotfromanindividual—heisa
combinación
combinationofthecharacteristicsoftres
threeboyswhomIknew,y
andthereforebelongstothecompositeorden
orderofarchitecture.Theoddsuperstitionstoucheduponwere
todas
allprevalentamongchildrenandslavesintheWestattheperíodo
periodofthisstory—thatistodecir
say,thirtyorfortyyearshace
ago.Althoughmybookis
pensaban
intendedmainlyfortheentertainmentofboysy
andgirls,Ihopeitwillnotberechazado
shunnedbymenandwomenonesa
thataccount,forpartofmyplan
planhasbeentotrytopleasantlyrecordar
remindadultsofwhattheyuna vez
oncewerethemselves,andofcómo
howtheyfeltandthoughty
andtalked,andwhatqueerenterprisestheysometimesinvolucraban
engagedin.THEAUTHOR.
CHAPTERI
“Tom!”
No
Noanswer.“TOM!”
Noanswer.
“What’sgone
con
withthatboy,Iwonder?YouTOM!”
No
Noanswer.Theoldladypulledherspectaclesdown
y
andlookedoverthemaboutla
theroom;thensheputthem
arriba
upandlookedoutunderthem.She
rara vez
seldomorneverlookedthroughthemforsosmallathingasaniño
boy;theywereherstatepair,
el
theprideofherheart,y
andwerebuiltfor“style,”notservice—shepodría
couldhaveseenthroughapairofstove-lidsjustasbien
well.Shelookedperplexedfor
un
amoment,andthensaid,notfiercely,pero
butstillloudenoughforlos
thefurnituretohear:.“Well,Ilay
si
ifIgetholdofyouI’ll—”.Shedidnot
terminó
finish,forbythistimeshewasbendingdowny
andpunchingunderthebedcon
withthebroom,andsoshenecesitaba
neededbreathtopunctuatethepunchescon
with.Sheresurrectednothingbut
el
thecat.“Ineverdid
vi
seethebeatofthatboy!”Shewenttotheopen
puerta
doorandstoodinity
andlookedoutamongthetomate
tomatovinesand“jimpson”weedsthatconstitutedthejardín
garden.NoTom.
Soshe
levantó
lifteduphervoiceatun
ananglecalculatedfordistancey
andshouted:.“Y-o-u-uTOM!”
Therewas
un
aslightnoisebehindhery
andsheturnedjustintiempo
timetoseizeasmallniño
boybytheslackofhisrotonda
roundaboutandarresthisflight.“There!
I
podría
might’a’thoughtofthatarmario
closet.Whatyoubeendoinginthere?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing!
Mira
Lookatyourhands.And
mira
lookatyourmouth.Whatis
ese
thattruck?”“Idon’tknow,aunt.”
“Well,I
sé
know.It’sjam—that’swhatit
es
is.FortytimesI’vesaid
si
ifyoudidn’tletthatmermelada
jamaloneI’dskinyou.Handme
ese
thatswitch.”Theswitchhoveredin
el
theair—theperilwasdesperate—.“My!
Mira
Lookbehindyou,aunt!”Theoldladywhirledround,
y
andsnatchedherskirtsoutofpeligro
danger.Theladfledonthe
instante
instant,scrambledupthehighboard-fence,y
anddisappearedoverit.His
tía
auntPollystoodsurprisedamoment,y
andthenbrokeintoasuave
gentlelaugh.“Hangtheboy,can’tInever
aprender
learnanything?Ain’theplayedmetricksenough
como
likethatformetobelookingoutforhimbyeste
thistime?Butoldfoolsis
los
thebiggestfoolsthereis.Can’tlearn
un
anolddognewtricks,asel
thesayingis.Butmygoodness,he
nunca
neverplaysthemalike,twodays,y
andhowisabodytosaber
knowwhat’scoming?He’pearstoknowjusthow
tiempo
longhecantormentmebeforeIgetmydanderup,y
andheknowsifhepuede
canmakeouttoputmede
offforaminuteormakemereír
laugh,it’salldownagainy
andIcan’thithimun
alick.Iain’tdoingmy
deber
dutybythatboy,andthat’sla
theLord’struth,goodnessknows.Sparethe
vara
rodandspilethechild,astheGoodLibro
Booksays.I’malayingup
pecado
sinandsufferingforusambos
both,Iknow.He’sfullof
el
theOldScratch,butlaws-a-me!he’smy
tengo
owndeadsister’sboy,poorthing,y
andIain’tgotthecorazón
hearttolashhim,somehow.Cada
EverytimeIlethimoff,myconsciencedoesduele
hurtmeso,andeverytimeIgolpeo
hithimmyoldheartmostrompe
breaks.Well-a-well,manthatis
nacido
bornofwomanisofpocos
fewdaysandfullofproblemas
trouble,astheScripturesays,y
andIreckonit’sso.He’llplayhookey
esta
thisevening,[*]andI’lljustbeobleegedtomakehimtrabajar
work,tomorrow,topunishhim.It’smighty
difícil
hardtomakehimworkSaturdays,cuando
whenalltheboysistengo
havingholiday,buthehatesworkmás
morethanhehatesanythingelse,y
andI’vegottodosomeofmydeber
dutybyhim,orI’llbetheruinationofthechild.”[*]Southwesternfor“afternoon”.
Tom
hizo
didplayhookey,andhehadamuy
verygoodtime.Hegotback
casa
homebarelyinseasontoayudar
helpJim,thesmallcoloredniño
boy,sawnext-day’swoodanddividió
splitthekindlingsbeforesupper—atmenos
leasthewasthereintiempo
timetotellhisadventurestoJimmientras
whileJimdidthree-fourthsofthetrabajo
work.Tom’syoungerbrother(orratherhalf-brother)Sidwasalreadythrough
con
withhispartofthetrabajo
work(pickingupchips),forhewasun
aquietboy,andhadno
noadventurous,trouble-someways.WhileTomwas
comiendo
eatinghissupper,andstealingazúcar
sugarasopportunityoffered,AuntPollypreguntas
askedhimquestionsthatwerefullofguile,y
andverydeep—forshewantedtotraphimintodamagingrevealments.Likemanyothersimple-heartedsouls,itwasherpet
vanidad
vanitytobelieveshewasendowedwithun
atalentfordarkandmysteriousdiplomacia
diplomacy,andshelovedtocontemplar
contemplatehermosttransparentdevicesasmarvelsofbaja
lowcunning.Saidshe:.
“Tom,itwasmiddlingwarmin
escuela
school,warn’tit?”“Yes’m.”
“Powerful
cálido
warm,warn’tit?”“Yes’m.”
“Didn’tyou
querías
wanttogoina-swimming,Tom?”Un
Abitofascaredisparo
shotthroughTom—atouchofuncomfortablesospecha
suspicion.HesearchedAuntPolly’s
rostro
face,butittoldhimnada
nothing.Sohesaid:.
“No’m—well,notverymuch.”
La
Theoldladyreachedouthermano
handandfeltTom’sshirt,y
andsaid:.“Butyouain’ttoowarm
ahora
now,though.”Anditflatteredherto
reflexionar
reflectthatshehaddiscoveredeso
thattheshirtwasdrysin
withoutanybodyknowingthatthatwaswhatshehadinhermente
mind.Butinspiteof
ella
her,Tomknewwheretheviento
windlay,now.Soheforestalledwhat
podría
mightbethenextmove:.“Someofus
bombeado
pumpedonourheads—mine’sdampyet.See?”
Tía
AuntPollywasvexedtopensar
thinkshehadoverlookedthatpoco
bitofcircumstantialevidence,andperdió
missedatrick.Thenshe
tuvo
hadanewinspiration:.“Tom,youdidn’t
tenías
havetoundoyourshirtcollardonde
whereIsewedit,topumponyourcabeza
head,didyou?Unbuttonyourjacket!”
The
problema
troublevanishedoutofTom’scara
face.Heopenedhisjacket.
His
camisa
shirtcollarwassecurelysewed.“Bother!
Well,
vete
go’longwithyou.I’dmadesureyou’dplayedhookey
y
andbeena-swimming.ButI
perdono
forgiveye,Tom.Ireckonyou’re
una
akindofasingedgato
cat,asthesayingis—better’nyoulook.Esta
Thistime.”Shewashalfsorryhersagacity
hubiera
hadmiscarried,andhalfgladthatTomhubiera
hadstumbledintoobedientconductforuna vez
once.ButSidneysaid:.
“Well,
ahora
now,ifIdidn’tthinkyoucosió
sewedhiscollarwithwhitehilo
thread,butit’sblack.”“Why,Idid
cosí
sewitwithwhite!Tom!”
Pero
ButTomdidnotwaitforel
therest.Ashewentoutat
la
thedoorhesaid:.“Siddy,I’ll
lamer
lickyouforthat.”Ina
seguro
safeplaceTomexaminedtwolargeneedleswhichwerethrustintothelapelsofhischaqueta
jacket,andhadthreadboundsobre
aboutthem—oneneedlecarriedwhitehilo
threadandtheotherblack.He
dijo
said:.“She’dnevernoticedifithadn’tbeenforSid.
Confoundit!
sometimesshe
cosía
sewsitwithwhite,andsometimesshecosía
sewsitwithblack.I
desearía
wishtogee-minyshe’dsticktouno
oneort’other—Ican’tkeepla
therunof’em.ButI
apuesto
betyouI’lllamSidforeso
that.I’lllearnhim!”
Hewasnot
el
theModelBoyofthepueblo
village.Heknewthemodel
chico
boyverywellthough—andloathedlo
him.Withintwominutes,or
incluso
evenless,hehadforgottentodos
allhistroubles.Notbecausehistroubleswereonewhit
menos
lessheavyandbittertohimthanaman’saretoahombre
man,butbecauseanewy
andpowerfulinterestborethemdowny
anddrovethemoutofhismente
mindforthetime—justasmen’smisfortunesareolvidan
forgottenintheexcitementofnuevo
newenterprises.Thisnewinterestwasavalued
novedad
noveltyinwhistling,whichhehadjustadquirir
acquiredfromanegro,andhewassufriendo
sufferingtopractiseitundisturbed.Itconsistedina
peculiar
peculiarbird-liketurn,asortoflíquido
liquidwarble,producedbytouchingthelengua
tonguetotheroofoftheboca
mouthatshortintervalsinthemidstofthemusic—thelector
readerprobablyremembershowtodoit,si
ifhehaseverbeenaniño
boy.Diligenceandattentionsoon
dieron
gavehimtheknackofit,y
andhestrodedownthecalle
streetwithhismouthfullofarmonía
harmonyandhissoulfullofgratitud
gratitude.Hefeltmuchasanastronomer
sentía
feelswhohasdiscoveredanuevo
newplanet—nodoubt,asfarasfuerte
strong,deep,unalloyedpleasureisconcerned,theventaja
advantagewaswiththeboy,nottheastronomer.Las
Thesummereveningswerelong.Itwasnotdark,
todavía
yet.PresentlyTomcheckedhis
silbato
whistle.Astrangerwasbeforehim—a
niño
boyashadelargerthanhimself.A
recién llegado
new-comerofanyageoreithersexo
sexwasanimpressivecuriosityinel
thepoorlittleshabbyvillageofSt.Petersburg.Este
Thisboywaswelldressed,too—wellvestido
dressedonaweek-day.Thiswassimplyastounding.
His
gorra
capwasadaintything,hisclose-buttonedazul
blueclothroundaboutwasnewy
andnatty,andsowerehispantaloons.He
tenía
hadshoeson—anditwassólo
onlyFriday.Heevenworeanecktie,a
brillante
brightbitofribbon.He
tenía
hadacitifiedairabouthimthatcomía
ateintoTom’svitals.The
más
moreTomstaredatthesplendidmaravilla
marvel,thehigherheturneduphisnariz
noseathisfineryandla
theshabbierandshabbierhispropio
ownoutfitseemedtohimtocrecía
grow.Neitherboyspoke.
If
uno
onemoved,theothermoved—butsólo
onlysidewise,inacircle;they
mantuvieron
keptfacetofaceandojo
eyetoeyeallthetiempo
time.FinallyTomsaid:.
“I
puedo
canlickyou!”“I’dliketoseeyoutryit.”
“Well,I
puedo
candoit.”“Noyoucan’t,either.”
“YesIcan.”
“Noyoucan’t.”
“Ican.”
“Youcan’t.”
“Can!”
“Can’t!”
Una
Anuncomfortablepause.ThenTom
dijo
said:.“What’syourname?”
“’Tisn’tanyofyourbusiness,maybe.”
“WellI’lowI’ll
haré
makeitmybusiness.”“Well
por qué
whydon’tyou?”“Ifyou
dices
saymuch,Iwill.”“Much—much—much.
Therenow.”
“Oh,you
crees
thinkyou’remightysmart,don’tyou?I
podría
couldlickyouwithonemano
handtiedbehindme,ifIquisiera
wantedto.”“Wellwhydon’tyou
haces
doit?Yousayyou
puedes
candoit.”“WellIwill,
si
ifyoufoolwithme.”“Ohyes—I’ve
visto
seenwholefamiliesinthesamefix.”“Smarty!
You
crees
thinkyou’resome,now,don’tyou?Oh,whatahat!”
“You
puedes
canlumpthathatifyoudon’tgusta
likeit.Idareyoutoknockitoff—and
cualquiera
anybodythat’lltakeadarewillchupará
suckeggs.”“You’realiar!”
“You’reanother.”
“You’re
un
afightingliaranddasn’ttakeitup.”“Aw—take
un
awalk!”“Say—ifyougivememuch
más
moreofyoursassI’lltomaré
takeandbouncearockoff’nyourhead.”“Oh,of
supuesto
courseyouwill.”“WellIwill.”
“Well
por qué
whydon’tyoudoitthen?What
harás
doyoukeepsayingyouwillpor
for?Whydon’tyoudoit?
It’s
porque
becauseyou’reafraid.”“Iain’tafraid.”
“Youare.”
“Iain’t.”
“Youare.”
Another
pausa
pause,andmoreeyingandsidlingalrededor
aroundeachother.Presentlytheywere
hombro
shouldertoshoulder.Tomsaid:.
“Getawayfromhere!”
“Goawayyourself!”
“Iwon’t.”
“Iwon’teither.”
Sothey
soporte
stood,eachwithafootcolocado
placedatanangleasabrace,y
andbothshovingwithmighty
andmain,andgloweringateachotro
otherwithhate.Butneither
podía
couldgetanadvantage.After
luchar
strugglingtillbothwerehoty
andflushed,eachrelaxedhistensión
strainwithwatchfulcaution,andTomdijo
said:.“You’reacowardand
un
apup.I’lltellmybig
hermano
brotheronyou,andhepuede
canthrashyouwithhislittlededo
finger,andI’llmakehimharé
doit,too.”“WhatdoI
importa
careforyourbigbrother?I’vegot
un
abrotherthat’sbiggerthanheis—andwhat’smás
more,hecanthrowhimoveresa
thatfence,too.“That’salie.”