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Title: The Adventures of Tom Sawyer Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) Release Date: July, 1993 [eBook #74] [Most recently updated: March 29, 2021] Language: English Character set encoding: UTF-8 Produced by: David Widger *** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER *** bookcover.jpg (156K) spine.jpg (33K) THE ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER BY MARK TWAIN (Samuel Langhorne Clemens) frontispiece.jpg (259K) titlepage.jpg (72K) dedication.jpg (10K) CONTENTS CHAPTER I. Y-o-u-u Tom-Aunt Polly Decides Upon her Duty —Tom Practices Music—The Challenge—A Private Entrance CHAPTER II. Strong Temptations—Strategic Movements —The Innocents Beguiled CHAPTER III. Tom as a General—Triumph and Reward —Dismal Felicity—Commission and Omission CHAPTER IV. Mental Acrobatics—Attending Sunday—School —The Superintendent—“Showing off”—Tom Lionized CHAPTER V. A Useful Minister—In Church—The Climax CHAPTER VI. Self-Examination—Dentistry—The Midnight Charm —Witches and Devils—Cautious Approaches—Happy Hours CHAPTER VII. A Treaty Entered Into—Early Lessons—A Mistake Made CHAPTER VIII. Tom Decides on his Course—Old Scenes Re-enacted CHAPTER IX. A Solemn Situation—Grave Subjects Introduced —Injun Joe Explains CHAPTER X. The Solemn Oath—Terror Brings Repentance —Mental Punishment CHAPTER XI. Muff Potter Comes Himself—Tom’s Conscience at Work CHAPTER XII. Tom Shows his Generosity—Aunt Polly Weakens CHAPTER XIII. The Young Pirates—Going to the Rendezvous —The Camp—Fire Talk CHAPTER XIV. Camp-Life—A Sensation—Tom Steals Away from Camp CHAPTER XV. Tom Reconnoiters—Learns the Situation—Reports at Camp CHAPTER XVI. A Day’s Amusements—Tom Reveals a Secret—The Pirates take a Lesson —A Night Surprise—An Indian War CHAPTER XVII. Memories of the Lost Heroes—The Point in Tom’s Secret CHAPTER XVIII. Tom’s Feelings Investigated—Wonderful Dream —Becky Thatcher Overshadowed —Tom Becomes Jealous—Black Revenge CHAPTER XIX. Tom Tells the Truth CHAPTER XX. Becky in a Dilemma —Tom’s Nobility Asserts Itself CHAPTER XXI. Youthful Eloquence—Compositions by the Young Ladies—A Lengthy Vision —The Boy’s Vengeance Satisfied CHAPTER XXII. Tom’s Confidence Betrayed —Expects Signal Punishment CHAPTER XXIII. Old Muff’s Friends—Muff Potter in Court —Muff Potter Saved CHAPTER XXIV. Tom as the Village Hero—Days of Splendor and Nights of Horror—Pursuit of Injun Joe CHAPTER XXV. About Kings and Diamonds—Search for the Treasure —Dead People and Ghosts CHAPTER XXVI. The Haunted House—Sleepy Ghosts —A Box of Gold—Bitter Luck CHAPTER XXVII. Doubts to be Settled—The Young Detectives CHAPTER XXVIII. An Attempt at No. Two—Huck Mounts Guard CHAPTER XXIX. The Pic-nic—Huck on Injun Joe’s Track —The “Revenge” Job—Aid for the Widow CHAPTER XXX. The Welshman Reports—Huck Under Fire—The Story Circulated —A New Sensation—Hope Giving Way to Despair CHAPTER XXXI. An Exploring Expedition—Trouble Commences —Lost in the Cave—Total Darkness—Found but not Saved CHAPTER XXXII. Tom tells the Story of their Escape —Tom’s Enemy in Safe Quarters CHAPTER XXXIII. The Fate of Injun Joe—Huck and Tom Compare Notes —An Expedition to the Cave—Protection Against Ghosts —“An Awful Snug Place”—A Reception at the Widow Douglas’s CHAPTER XXXIV. Springing a Secret—Mr. Jones’ Surprise a Failure CHAPTER XXXV. A New Order of Things—Poor Huck—New Adventures Planned ILLUSTRATIONS Tom Sawyer Tom at Home Aunt Polly Beguiled A Good Opportunity Who’s Afraid Late Home Jim ’Tendin’ to Business Ain’t that Work? Cat and Toys Amusement Becky Thatcher Paying Off After the Battle “Showing Off” Not Amiss Mary Tom Contemplating Dampened Ardor Youth Boyhood Using the “Barlow” The Church Necessities Tom as a Sunday-School Hero The Prize At Church The Model Boy The Church Choir A Side Show Result of Playing in Church The Pinch-Bug Sid Dentistry Huckleberry Finn Mother Hopkins Result of Tom’s Truthfulness Tom as an Artist Interrupted Courtship The Master Vain Pleading Tail Piece The Grave in the Woods Tom Meditates Robin Hood and his Foe Death of Robin Hood Midnight Tom’s Mode of Egress Tom’s Effort at Prayer Muff Potter Outwitted The Graveyard Forewarnings Disturbing Muff’s Sleep Tom’s Talk with his Aunt Muff Potter A Suspicious Incident Injun Joe’s two Victims In the Coils Peter Aunt Polly seeks Information A General Good Time Demoralized Joe Harper On Board Their First Prize The Pirates Ashore Wild Life The Pirate’s Bath The Pleasant Stroll The Search for the Drowned The Mysterious Writing River View What Tom Saw Tom Swims the River Taking Lessons The Pirates’ Egg Market Tom Looking for Joe’s Knife The Thunder Storm Terrible Slaughter The Mourner Tom’s Proudest Moment Amy Lawrence Tom tries to Remember The Hero A Flirtation Becky Retaliates A Sudden Frost Counter-irritation Aunt Polly Tom justified The Discovery Caught in the Act Tom Astonishes the School Literature Tom Declaims Examination Evening On Exhibition Prize Authors The Master’s Dilemma The School House The Cadet Happy for Two Days Enjoying the Vacation The Stolen Melons The Judge Visiting the Prisoner Tom Swears The Court Room The Detective Tom Dreams The Treasure The Private Conference A King; Poor Fellow! Business The Ha’nted House Injun Joe The Greatest and Best Hidden Treasures Unearthed The Boy’s Salvation Room No. 2 The Next Day’s Conference Treasures Uncle Jake Buck at Home The Haunted Room “Run for Your Life” McDougal’s Cave Inside the Cave Huck on Duty A Rousing Act Tail Piece The Welshman Result of a Sneeze Cornered Alarming Discoveries Tom and Becky stir up the Town Tom’s Marks Huck Questions the Widow Vampires Wonders of the Cave Attacked by Natives Despair The Wedding Cake A New Terror Daylight “Turn Out” to Receive Tom and Becky The Escape from the Cave Fate of the Ragged Man The Treasures Found Caught at Last Drop after Drop Having a Good Time A Business Trip “Got it at Last!” Tail Piece Widow Douglas Tom Backs his Statement Tail Piece Huck Transformed Comfortable Once More High up in Society Contentment PREFACE Most of the adventures recorded in this book really occurred; one or two were experiences of my own, the rest those of boys who were schoolmates of mine. Huck Finn is drawn from life; Tom Sawyer also, but not from an individual—he is a combination of the characteristics of three boys whom I knew, and therefore belongs to the composite order of architecture. The odd superstitions touched upon were all prevalent among children and slaves in the West at the period of this story—that is to say, thirty or forty years ago. Although my book is intended mainly for the entertainment of boys and girls, I hope it will not be shunned by men and women on that account, for part of my plan has been to try to pleasantly remind adults of what they once were themselves, and of how they felt and thought and talked, and what queer enterprises they sometimes engaged in. THE AUTHOR. HARTFORD, 1876. CHAPTER I 01-017.jpg (182K) “TOM!” No answer. “TOM!” No answer. “What’s gone with that boy, I wonder? You TOM!” No answer. The old lady pulled her spectacles down and looked over them about the room; then she put them up and looked out under them. She seldom or never looked through them for so small a thing as a boy; they were her state pair, the pride of her heart, and were built for “style,” not service—she could have seen through a pair of stove-lids just as well. She looked perplexed for a moment, and then said, not fiercely, but still loud enough for the furniture to hear: “Well, I lay if I get hold of you I’ll—” She did not finish, for by this time she was bending down and punching under the bed with the broom, and so she needed breath to punctuate the punches with. She resurrected nothing but the cat. “I never did see the beat of that boy!” She went to the open door and stood in it and looked out among the tomato vines and “jimpson” weeds that constituted the garden. No Tom. So she lifted up her voice at an angle calculated for distance and shouted: “Y-o-u-u TOM!” There was a slight noise behind her and she turned just in time to seize a small boy by the slack of his roundabout and arrest his flight. “There! I might ’a’ thought of that closet. What you been doing in there?” “Nothing.” “Nothing! Look at your hands. And look at your mouth. What is that truck?” “I don’t know, aunt.” “Well, I know. It’s jam—that’s what it is. Forty times I’ve said if you didn’t let that jam alone I’d skin you. Hand me that switch.” The switch hovered in the air—the peril was desperate— “My! Look behind you, aunt!” The old lady whirled round, and snatched her skirts out of danger. The lad fled on the instant, scrambled up the high board-fence, and disappeared over it. 01-018.jpg (54K) His aunt Polly stood surprised a moment, and then broke into a gentle laugh. “Hang the boy, can’t I never learn anything? Ain’t he played me tricks enough like that for me to be looking out for him by this time? But old fools is the biggest fools there is. Can’t learn an old dog new tricks, as the saying is. But my goodness, he never plays them alike, two days, and how is a body to know what’s coming? He ’pears to know just how long he can torment me before I get my dander up, and he knows if he can make out to put me off for a minute or make me laugh, it’s all down again and I can’t hit him a lick. I ain’t doing my duty by that boy, and that’s the Lord’s truth, goodness knows. Spare the rod and spile the child, as the Good Book says. I’m a laying up sin and suffering for us both, I know. He’s full of the Old Scratch, but laws-a-me! he’s my own dead sister’s boy, poor thing, and I ain’t got the heart to lash him, somehow. Every time I let him off, my conscience does hurt me so, and every time I hit him my old heart most breaks. Well- a-well, man that is born of woman is of few days and full of trouble, as the Scripture says, and I reckon it’s so. He’ll play hookey this evening, * and [* Southwestern for “afternoon”] I’ll just be obleeged to make him work, tomorrow, to punish him. It’s mighty hard to make him work Saturdays, when all the boys is having holiday, but he hates work more than he hates anything else, and I’ve got to do some of my duty by him, or I’ll be the ruination of the child.” Tom did play hookey, and he had a very good time. He got back home barely in season to help Jim, the small colored boy, saw next-day’s wood and split the kindlings before supper—at least he was there in time to tell his adventures to Jim while Jim did three-fourths of the work. Tom’s younger brother (or rather half-brother) Sid was already through with his part of the work (picking up chips), for he was a quiet boy, and had no adventurous, trouble-some ways. 01-019.jpg (48K) While Tom was eating his supper, and stealing sugar as opportunity offered, Aunt Polly asked him questions that were full of guile, and very deep—for she wanted to trap him into damaging revealments. Like many other simple-hearted souls, it was her pet vanity to believe she was endowed with a talent for dark and mysterious diplomacy, and she loved to contemplate her most transparent devices as marvels of low cunning. Said she: “Tom, it was middling warm in school, warn’t it?” “Yes’m.” “Powerful warm, warn’t it?” “Yes’m.” “Didn’t you want to go in a-swimming, Tom?” A bit of a scare shot through Tom—a touch of uncomfortable suspicion. He searched Aunt Polly’s face, but it told him nothing. So he said: “No’m—well, not very much.” The old lady reached out her hand and felt Tom’s shirt, and said: “But you ain’t too warm now, though.” And it flattered her to reflect that she had discovered that the shirt was dry without anybody knowing that that was what she had in her mind. But in spite of her, Tom knew where the wind lay, now. So he forestalled what might be the next move: “Some of us pumped on our heads—mine’s damp yet. See?” Aunt Polly was vexed to think she had overlooked that bit of circumstantial evidence, and missed a trick. Then she had a new inspiration: “Tom, you didn’t have to undo your shirt collar where I sewed it, to pump on your head, did you? Unbutton your jacket!” The trouble vanished out of Tom’s face. He opened his jacket. His shirt collar was securely sewed. “Bother! Well, go ’long with you. I’d made sure you’d played hookey and been a- swimming. But I forgive ye, Tom. I reckon you’re a kind of a singed cat, as the saying is —better’n you look. This time.” She was half sorry her sagacity had miscarried, and half glad that Tom had stumbled into obedient conduct for once. But Sidney said: “Well, now, if I didn’t think you sewed his collar with white thread, but it’s black.” “Why, I did sew it with white! Tom!” But Tom did not wait for the rest. As he went out at the door he said: “Siddy, I’ll lick you for that.” In a safe place Tom examined two large needles which were thrust into the lapels of his jacket, and had thread bound about them—one needle carried white thread and the other black. He said: “She’d never noticed if it hadn’t been for Sid. Confound it! sometimes she sews it with white, and sometimes she sews it with black. I wish to gee-miny she’d stick to one or t’other—I can’t keep the run of ’em. But I bet you I’ll lam Sid for that. I’ll learn him!” He was not the Model Boy of the village. He knew the model boy very well though— and loathed him. Within two minutes, or even less, he had forgotten all his troubles. Not because his troubles were one whit less heavy and bitter to him than a man’s are to a man, but because a new and powerful interest bore them down and drove them out of his mind for the time—just as men’s misfortunes are forgotten in the excitement of new enterprises. This new interest was a valued novelty in whistling, which he had just acquired from a negro, and he was suffering to practise it un-disturbed. It consisted in a peculiar bird-like turn, a sort of liquid warble, produced by touching the tongue to the roof of the mouth at short intervals in the midst of the music—the reader probably remembers how to do it, if he has ever been a boy. Diligence and attention soon gave him the knack of it, and he strode down the street with his mouth full of harmony and his soul full of gratitude. He felt much as an astronomer feels who has discovered a new planet—no doubt, as far as strong, deep, unalloyed pleasure is concerned, the advantage was with the boy, not the astronomer. The summer evenings were long. It was not dark, yet. Presently Tom checked his whistle. A stranger was before him—a boy a shade larger than himself. A new-comer of any age or either sex was an im-pressive curiosity in the poor little shabby village of St. Petersburg. This boy was well dressed, too—well dressed on a week-day. This was simply astounding. His cap was a dainty thing, his close-buttoned blue cloth roundabout was new and natty, and so were his pantaloons. He had shoes on—and it was only Friday. He even wore a necktie, a bright bit of ribbon. He had a citified air about him that ate into Tom’s vitals. The more Tom stared at the splendid marvel, the higher he turned up his nose at his finery and the shabbier and shabbier his own outfit seemed to him to grow. Neither boy spoke. If one moved, the other moved—but only sidewise, in a circle; they kept face to face and eye to eye all the time. Finally Tom said: “I can lick you!” “I’d like to see you try it.” “Well, I can do it.” “No you can’t, either.” “Yes I can.” “No you can’t.” “I can.” “You can’t.” “Can!” “Can’t!” An uncomfortable pause. Then Tom said: “What’s your name?” “’Tisn’t any of your business, maybe.” “Well I ’low I’ll make it my business.” “Well why don’t you?” “If you say much, I will.” “Much—much—much. There now.” “Oh, you think you’re mighty smart, don’t you? I could lick you with one hand tied behind me, if I wanted to.” “Well why don’t you do it? You say you can do it.” “Well I will, if you fool with me.” “Oh yes—I’ve seen whole families in the same fix.” “Smarty! You think you’re some, now, don’t you? Oh, what a hat!” “You can lump that hat if you don’t like it. I dare you to knock it off—and anybody that’ll take a dare will suck eggs.” “You’re a liar!” “You’re another.” “You’re a fighting liar and dasn’t take it up.”