PREFACE
Mostoftheadventuresrecordedin
bu
thisbookreallyoccurred;one
ya da
ortwowereexperiencesofmykendi
own,therestthoseofboyswhowereschoolmatesofmine.HuckFinnisdrawnfromlife;
TomSawyer
de
also,butnotfromanindividual—heisacombinationofthecharacteristicsofüç
threeboyswhomIknew,ve
andthereforebelongstothecompositeorderofarchitecture.Theoddsuperstitionstoucheduponwereallprevalentamongchildren
ve
andslavesintheWestattheperiodofbu
thisstory—thatistosay,thirtyya da
orfortyyearsago.Althoughmybookisintendedmainlyfortheentertainmentofboys
ve
andgirls,Ihopeitolsa
willnotbeshunnedbymenve
andwomenonthataccount,forkısmı
partofmyplanhasbeentotrytopleasantlyremindadultsofwhattheyoncewerethemselves,ve
andofhowtheyfeltve
andthoughtandtalked,andwhatqueerenterprisestheybazen
sometimesengagedin.THEAUTHOR.
CHAPTERI
“Tom!”
Yok
Noanswer.“TOM!”
Noanswer.
“What’sgonewith
o
thatboy,Iwonder?YouTOM!”
Yok
Noanswer.Theoldladypulledherspectaclesdown
ve
andlookedoverthemabouttheodaya
room;thensheputthem
yukarı
upandlookedoutunderonları
them.Sheseldomornever
baktı
lookedthroughthemforsoküçük
smallathingasaçocuk
boy;theywereherstatepair,theprideofherheart,
ve
andwerebuiltfor“style,”notservice—shecouldhaveseenthroughbir
apairofstove-lidsjustaswell.Shelookedperplexedfor
bir
amoment,andthensaid,notfiercely,ama
butstillloudenoughforthefurnituretohear:.“Well,Ilay
eğer
ifIgetholdofyouI’ll—”.Shedidnotfinish,forby
bu
thistimeshewasbendingdownve
andpunchingunderthebedwiththebroom,ve
andsosheneededbreathtopunctuatethepuncheswith.Sheresurrectednothingbutthecat.
“I
hiç
neverdidseethebeatofo
thatboy!”Shewenttothe
açık
opendoorandstoodinitve
andlookedoutamongthetomatovinesve
and“jimpson”weedsthatconstitutedthegarden.Hayır
NoTom.Soshelifteduphervoiceat
bir
ananglecalculatedfordistanceve
andshouted:.“Y-o-u-uTOM!”
Therewas
bir
aslightnoisebehindherve
andsheturnedjustintimetoseizebir
asmallboybytheslackofhisroundaboutve
andarresthisflight.“There!
I
olabilirim
might’a’thoughtofthatcloset.Whatyoubeen
yapıyorsun
doinginthere?”“Nothing.”
“Nothing!
Bakın
Lookatyourhands.And
bak
lookatyourmouth.Whatis
o
thattruck?”“Idon’tknow,aunt.”
“Well,I
biliyorum
know.It’sjam—that’swhatitis.
FortytimesI’vesaid
eğer
ifyoudidn’tletthatjamrahat
aloneI’dskinyou.Handme
o
thatswitch.”Theswitchhoveredintheair—theperilwasdesperate—.
“My!
Bak
Lookbehindyou,aunt!”The
yaşlı
oldladywhirledround,andsnatchedherskirtsoutofdanger.Theladfledontheinstant,scrambledupthe
yüksek
highboard-fence,anddisappearedoverit.HisauntPollystoodsurprised
bir
amoment,andthenbrokeintobir
agentlelaugh.“Hangthe
çocuğu
boy,can’tIneverlearnşey
anything?Ain’theplayedmetricksenoughlikethatformetobelookingoutforhimbythistime?
Ama
Butoldfoolsisthebiggestfoolsthereis.Can’tlearn
bir
anolddognewtricks,asthesayingis.Ama
Butmygoodness,heneverplaysthemalike,iki
twodays,andhowisbir
abodytoknowwhat’scoming?He’pearsto
biliyor
knowjusthowlonghecantormentmeönce
beforeIgetmydanderkadar
up,andheknowsifhecanmakeouttoputmeoffforbir
aminuteormakemelaugh,it’sallaşağı
downagainandIcan’thithimbir
alick.Iain’tdoingmydutybythatboy,
ve
andthat’stheLord’struth,goodnessbilir
knows.Sparetherodandspilethechild,astheGood
Kitap
Booksays.I’malayingupsin
ve
andsufferingforusboth,Ibiliyorum
know.He’sfullofthe
Yaşlı
OldScratch,butlaws-a-me!he’smy
kendi
owndeadsister’sboy,poorşey
thing,andIain’tgotthehearttolashonu
him,somehow.EverytimeIlethimoff,myconsciencedoes
incitiyor
hurtmeso,andeverytimeIhithimmyeski
oldheartmostbreaks.Well-a-well,
adam
manthatisbornofwomanisoffewdaysve
andfulloftrouble,astheScripturesays,ve
andIreckonit’sso.He’llplayhookey
bu
thisevening,[*]andI’lljustbeobleegedtomakehimwork,yarın
tomorrow,topunishhim.It’smightyhardto
yapmalıyım
makehimworkSaturdays,whenbütün
alltheboysishavingholiday,ama
buthehatesworkmorethanhehatesanythingelse,ve
andI’vegottodosomeofmydutybyonu
him,orI’llbetheruinationofthechild.”[*]Southwesternfor“afternoon”.
Tomdidplayhookey,
ve
andhehadaveryiyi
goodtime.Hegotbackhomebarelyinseasonto
yardım
helpJim,thesmallcoloredboy,gördü
sawnext-day’swoodandsplitthekindlingsönce
beforesupper—atleasthewasthereintimetotellhisadventurestoJimwhileJimyaptı
didthree-fourthsofthework.Tom’syoungerbrother(orratherhalf-brother)Sidwas
zaten
alreadythroughwithhispartofthework(pickingupchips),forhewasbir
aquietboy,andhadnoadventurous,trouble-someways.WhileTomwaseatinghissupper,
ve
andstealingsugarasopportunityoffered,AuntPollysordu
askedhimquestionsthatweredolu
fullofguile,andverydeep—forsheistiyordu
wantedtotraphimintodamagingrevealments.Like
birçok
manyothersimple-heartedsouls,itwasherpetvanitytobelieveshewasendowedwithbir
atalentfordarkandmysteriousdiplomacy,ve
andshelovedtocontemplateheren
mosttransparentdevicesasmarvelsoflowcunning.Dedi
Saidshe:.“Tom,itwasmiddlingwarminschool,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Powerfulwarm,warn’tit?”
“Yes’m.”
“Didn’tyou
istemiyor
wanttogoina-swimming,Tom?”Bir
Abitofascareatış
shotthroughTom—atouchofuncomfortablesuspicion.HesearchedAuntPolly’s
yüzünü
face,butittoldhimhiçbir şey
nothing.Sohesaid:.
“No’m—well,notverymuch.”
The
yaşlı
oldladyreachedoutherhandve
andfeltTom’sshirt,anddedi
said:.“Butyouain’ttoowarm
şimdi
now,though.”Anditflatteredhertoreflectthatshehaddiscoveredthattheshirtwasdrywithoutanybodyknowingthatthatwaswhatshehadinhermind.
Ama
Butinspiteofher,Tombiliyordu
knewwherethewindlay,şimdi
now.Soheforestalledwhatmightbethe
sonraki
nextmove:.“Someofuspumpedonourheads—mine’sdamp
henüz
yet.See?”
AuntPollywasvexedtothinkshehadoverlooked
bu
thatbitofcircumstantialevidence,ve
andmissedatrick.Thenshehad
bir
anewinspiration:.“Tom,youdidn’t
zorunda
havetoundoyourshirtcollarwhereIsewedit,topumponyourhead,didyou?Unbuttonyourjacket!”
The
sorun
troublevanishedoutofTom’sface.He
açtı
openedhisjacket.Hisshirtcollarwassecurelysewed.
“Bother!
Pekala
Well,go’longwithyou.I’dmade
emin
sureyou’dplayedhookeyandbeena-swimming.Ama
ButIforgiveye,Tom.Ireckonyou’re
bir
akindofasingedcat,asthesayingis—better’nyoulook.Bu
Thistime.”Shewashalfsorryhersagacityhadmiscarried,and
yarı
halfgladthatTomhadstumbledintoobedientconductforkez
once.ButSidneysaid:.
“Well,
şimdi
now,ifIdidn’tthinkyousewedhiscollarwithbeyaz
whitethread,butit’sblack.”“Why,Ididsewitwithwhite!
Tom!”
Ama
ButTomdidnotwaitfortherest.Ashewent
dışarı
outatthedoorhededi
said:.“Siddy,I’lllickyouforthat.”
In
bir
asafeplaceTomexaminediki
twolargeneedleswhichwerethrustintothelapelsofhisjacket,ve
andhadthreadboundaboutthem—oneneedlecarriedbeyaz
whitethreadandtheothersiyah
black.Hesaid:.
“She’dnevernoticedifithadn’tbeenforSid.
Confoundit!
bazen
sometimesshesewsitwithwhite,andbazen
sometimesshesewsitwithblack.Iwishtogee-minyshe’dsticktoone
ya da
ort’other—Ican’tkeeptherunof’em.Ama
ButIbetyouI’lllamSidforthat.I’lllearnhim!”
HewasnottheModel
Çocuğu
Boyofthevillage.He
tanıyordu
knewthemodelboyveryiyi
wellthough—andloathedhim.Withintwominutes,or
hatta
evenless,hehadforgottentüm
allhistroubles.Notbecausehistroubleswereonewhitlessheavy
ve
andbittertohimthanaman’saretoaman,butbecauseayeni
newandpowerfulinterestborethemdownve
anddrovethemoutofhismindforthetime—justasmen’smisfortunesareforgottenintheexcitementofyeni
newenterprises.Thisnewinterestwas
bir
avaluednoveltyinwhistling,whichhehadjustacquiredfrombir
anegro,andhewassufferingtopractiseitundisturbed.Itconsistedin
bir
apeculiarbird-liketurn,asortofliquidwarble,producedbytouchingthetonguetotheroofofthemouthatshortintervalsinthemidstofthemusic—thereadermuhtemelen
probablyremembershowtodoit,eğer
ifhehaseverbeenbir
aboy.Diligenceandattentionsoon
verdi
gavehimtheknackofit,ve
andhestrodedownthestreetwithhismouthdolu
fullofharmonyandhissouldolu
fullofgratitude.Hefeltmuchasanastronomerfeelswhohasdiscovereda
yeni
newplanet—nodoubt,asfarasstrong,deep,unalloyedpleasureisconcerned,theadvantagewaswiththeboy,nottheastronomer.Thesummereveningswerelong.
Itwasnotdark,
henüz
yet.PresentlyTomcheckedhiswhistle.
Bir
Astrangerwasbeforehim—açocuk
boyashadelargerthanhimself.Anew-comerofanyageoreithersexwasanimpressivecuriosityinthe
fakir
poorlittleshabbyvillageofSt.Petersburg.Bu
Thisboywaswelldressed,too—welldressedonaweek-day.Bu
Thiswassimplyastounding.Hiscapwas
bir
adaintything,hisclose-buttonedblueclothroundaboutwasyeni
newandnatty,andsowerehispantaloons.He
vardı
hadshoeson—anditwassadece
onlyFriday.Heevenwore
bir
anecktie,abrightbitofribbon.He
vardı
hadacitifiedairabouthimthatateintoTom’svitals.The
daha
moreTomstaredatthesplendidmarvel,thehigherheaçtı
turneduphisnoseathisfineryve
andtheshabbierandshabbierhiskendi
ownoutfitseemedtohimtogrow.Neither
çocuk
boyspoke.Ifonemoved,theothermoved—but
sadece
onlysidewise,inacircle;theykept
yüz
facetofaceandeyetoeyeallthezaman
time.FinallyTomsaid:.
“Icanlickyou!”
“I’dliketo
görmek
seeyoutryit.”“Well,Icandoit.”
“Noyoucan’t,either.”
“YesIcan.”
“Noyoucan’t.”
“Ican.”
“Youcan’t.”
“Can!”
“Can’t!”
Bir
Anuncomfortablepause.ThenTom
dedi
said:.“What’syourname?”
“’Tisn’tanyofyourbusiness,maybe.”
“WellI’lowI’llmakeitmybusiness.”
“Well
neden
whydon’tyou?”“Ifyousaymuch,Iwill.”
“Much—much—much.
Therenow.”
“Oh,you
sanıyorsun
thinkyou’remightysmart,don’tyou?Icouldlickyouwith
bir
onehandtiedbehindme,ifIwantedto.”“Well
neden
whydon’tyoudoit?You
söylüyorsun
sayyoucandoit.”“WellIwill,ifyoufoolwithme.”
“Ohyes—I’ve
gördüm
seenwholefamiliesintheaynı
samefix.”“Smarty!
Youthinkyou’resome,now,don’tyou?
Oh,whatahat!”
“Youcanlump
o
thathatifyoudon’tlikeit.Idareyoutoknockitoff—and
herkes
anybodythat’lltakeadarewillsuckeggs.”“You’re
bir
aliar!”“You’reanother.”
“You’re
bir
afightingliaranddasn’ttakeitup.”“Aw—takeawalk!”
“Say—ifyougivememuchmoreofyoursassI’lltakeandbounce
bir
arockoff’nyourhead.”“Oh,ofcourseyouwill.”
“WellIwill.”
“Well
neden
whydon’tyoudoitthen?Whatdoyoukeepsayingyouwillfor?
Neden
Whydon’tyoudoit?It’sbecauseyou’reafraid.”
“Iain’tafraid.”
“Youare.”
“Iain’t.”
“Youare.”
Anotherpause,
ve
andmoreeyingandsidlingetrafında
aroundeachother.Presentlytheywereshouldertoshoulder.
Tom
dedi
said:.“Getawayfromhere!”
“Goawayyourself!”
“Iwon’t.”
“Iwon’teither.”
Sothey
durdular
stood,eachwithafootplacedatanangleasabrace,ve
andbothshovingwithmightve
andmain,andgloweringather
eachotherwithhate.Butneithercouldgetanadvantage.
Sonra
Afterstrugglingtillbothweresıcak
hotandflushed,eachrelaxedhisstrainwithwatchfulcaution,ve
andTomsaid:.“You’reacoward
ve
andapup.I’lltellmybigbrotheronyou,
ve
andhecanthrashyouwithhisküçük
littlefinger,andI’llmakehimdoit,too.”“WhatdoIcareforyour
büyük
bigbrother?I’vegota
kardeşim
brotherthat’sbiggerthanheis—andwhat’smore,hecanthrowhimoverthatfence,da
too.“That’salie.”