The Adventures of Tom Sawyer | Mark Twain | Lit2Go ETC
Today we're happy to introduce you to Star Citizen network and server programmer Tom Sawyer (and yes, that is his real name.) Tom is. Monday morning found Tom Sawyer miserable. Monday morning always found him so -- because it began another week's slow suffering in school. He generally . In , The Adventures Of Tom Sawyer was published and put author Mark Twain in the literary map of the world. It was a novel that was so.
I might 'a' thought of that closet. What you been doing in there? Look at your hands.
Tom Sawyer: Chapter VI
And look at your mouth. What IS that truck? 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. Look behind you, aunt! The lad fled on the instant, scrambled up the high board-fence, and disappeared over it.
His aunt Polly stood surprised a moment, and then broke into a gentle laugh. Ain't he played me tricks enough like that for me to be look- ing out for him by this time? But old fools is the big- gest 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! 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.
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. 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 chipsfor he was a quiet boy, and had no adventurous, trouble- some ways. 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 con- template her most transparent devices as marvels of low cunning.
He searched Aunt Polly's face, but it told him nothing.
But in spite of her, Tom knew where the wind lay, now. So he forestalled what might be the next move: Then she had a new inspiration: He opened his jacket. Here was a vague possibility. He canvassed his system. No ailment was found, and he investigated again. This time he thought he could detect colicky symptoms, and he began to encourage them with considerable hope. But they soon grew feeble, and presently died wholly away.
Suddenly he discovered something. One of his upper front teeth was loose. This was lucky; he was about to begin to groan, as a "starter," as he called it, when it occurred to him that if he came into court with that argument, his aunt would pull it out, and that would hurt. So he thought he would hold the tooth in reserve for the present, and seek further.
Nothing offered for some little time, and then he remembered hearing the doctor tell about a certain thing that laid up a patient for two or three weeks and threatened to make him lose a finger. So the boy eagerly drew his sore toe from under the sheet and held it up for inspection.
But now he did not know the necessary symptoms. However, it seemed well worth while to chance it, so he fell to groaning with considerable spirit. But Sid slept on unconscious. Tom groaned louder, and fancied that he began to feel pain in the toe. No result from Sid. Tom was panting with his exertions by this time.
He took a rest and then swelled himself up and fetched a succession of admirable groans. He said, "Sid, Sid! This course worked well, and Tom began to groan again. Sid yawned, stretched, then brought himself up on his elbow with a snort, and began to stare at Tom.
Tom went on groaning. What is the matter, Tom? I must call auntie. It'll be over by and by, maybe. Don't groan so, Tom, it's awful. How long you been this way?
Oh, don't stir so, Sid, you'll kill me. It makes my flesh crawl to hear you. Tom, what is the matter? When I'm gone --" "Oh, Tom, you ain't dying, are you? Don't, Tom -- oh, don't. Maybe --" "I forgive everybody, Sid. And Sid, you give my window-sash and my cat with one eye to that new girl that's come to town, and tell her --" But Sid had snatched his clothes and gone. Tom was suffering in reality, now, so handsomely was his imagination working, and so his groans had gathered quite a genuine tone.
Sid flew down-stairs and said: Don't wait -- come quick! I don't believe it! And her face grew white, too, and her lip trembled. When she reached the bedside she gasped out: Tom, what's the matter with you? This restored her and she said: Now you shut up that nonsense and climb out of this. The boy felt a little foolish, and he said: What's the matter with your tooth?
Well -- your tooth is loose, but you're not going to die about that. Mary, get me a silk thread, and a chunk of fire out of the kitchen. It don't hurt any more. I wish I may never stir if it does. I don't want to stay home from school. So all this row was because you thought you'd get to stay home from school and go a-fishing?
Tom, Tom, I love you so, and you seem to try every way you can to break my old heart with your outrageousness. The old lady made one end of the silk thread fast to Tom's tooth with a loop and tied the other to the bedpost. Then she seized the chunk of fire and suddenly thrust it almost into the boy's face.
The tooth hung dangling by the bedpost, now. But all trials bring their compensations.