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Charter 1



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TOM!

No answer. TOM!

No answer.

What happened with that boy, I wonder? You TOM!

No answer.

Aunt Polly looked everywhere, she even bent down, poked under thebed with thebroom, andfound nothing but thecat.

Y-o-u-u TOM!

There was aslight noise behind her andshe turned just intime tocatch asmallboy.

There! What have you been doing inthe pantry?

Nothing.

Nothing! Look atyour hands. Andlook atyour mouth. What ISit?

I dont know, aunt.

Well, I know. Its jam thats what it is. Ive told you forty times not totouch it. Wheres my switch?

Wow! Look behind you, aunt!

Theold woman turned round, andTom managed torun away from her he climbed up thehigh fence, anddisappeared overit.

His aunt Polly stood surprised amoment, andthen laughed.

I can never learn anything! Hes played thesame trick enough forme toremember it! You cant learn anold dog new tricks Im sure he wont go toschool this afternoon, andIll just have tomake him work tomorrow, topunish him. Its hard tomake him work onSaturdays, when all theboys are having holiday. But he hates work more than he hates anything else, soIve GOT tofind some job forhim.

Tom didnt go toschool, andhe had avery good time.

While theboy was eating his dinner, andstealing sugar when he had achance Aunt Polly asked him difficult questions about his classes she wanted tomake him tell her thetruth.

Tom was clever enough inhis answers.

She wouldnt know that Tom was lying ifit hadnt been forSid, his younger brother.

Tomake thelong story short Aunt Polly discovered thetruth: Tom hadnt been toschool andhe had been swimming instead.

Assoon asit became clear Tom went out atthe door saying:

Siddy, Ill beat you forthat.

Tom was not themodel boy ofthe village. He knew themodel boy Sid andhated him sometimes.

Within two minutes, oreven less, he had forgotten all his troubles because he found anew interesting activity whistling. He had learned towhistle acouple ofdays ago andnow he decided topractiseit.

Thesummer evenings were long sohe had alot oftime ahead.

Then he saw astranger boy alittle larger than himself. Meeting anewcomer ofany age ofeither sex was animportant inthe poor little village ofSt. Petersburg. This boy was well dressed ona week-day. He even had shoes on andit was only Friday. You could see that he was acity boy. Themore Tom stared atthe stranger, thehigher he turned up his nose. He could feel that his own clothes were old andpoor. Neither ofthe boys spoke. Ifone moved, theother moved but only tothe side; sothey were moving ina circle; keeping face toface andeye toeye all thetime.

Finally Tom started ausual dialogue. Each ofthe boys said he was going tobeat theother one. Andeach said he had anelder brother who could also beat theothers elder brother.

Finally they fought.

They were rolling inthe dirt, tearing each others hair andclothes, covering themselves with dust andglory.

Tomwon.

Thenew boy went off brushing thedust from his clothes, sobbing, andshouting what he would do toTom the next time he caught him.

When Toms turned togo, thenew boy took astone, threw it, hit him Tom between theshoulders andthen ran away asfast ashe could. Tom chased him home, andwaited atthe gate forsome time, inviting theenemy tocome outside. Atlast theenemys mother appeared, andcalled Tom abad, evil child.

Tom got home rather late that night, andwhen he climbed inthrough thewindow, he was caught byhis aunt immediately. When she saw thestate ofhis clothes she decided that Tom would not enjoy his Saturday.


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Saturday morning came, andall thesummer world was bright andfresh. There was asong inevery heart anda smile onevery face. But Tom was not very happy when he appeared inthe street with abucket ofwhitewash anda long-handled brush. When he looked atthe fence, solong andhigh, he felt depressed.

Then he saw Jim, aslave boy, who was running out ofthe gate with abucket. Tom himself had always hated bringing water from thetown pump. But it seemed better than whitewashing. Tom said:

I say, Jim, Ill bring thewater ifyou whitewash apart ofthe fence.

Jim shook his head andsaid:

I cant, master Tom. Your aunt said you had todo it all. Shell be angry ifshe learns that I helped you.

When theboys noticed Aunt Polly coming out ofthe house Jim ran away with his bucket andTom started whitewashing. But his energy did not last. He began tothink ofthe fun he had planned forthisday.

Atthis dark andhopeless moment he found awayout.

He took up his brush andwent towork. Ben Rogers, his friend was walking along thestreet eating anapple. From time totime he produced sounds: ding-dong-dong, ding-dong-dong, forhe was personating asteamboat. Ashe came closer, he called:

Tom!

No answer. Tom had been whitewashing, then he looked atthe fence with theeye ofan artist. Toms mouth watered forthe apple, but he continued working. Ben said:

Hello, old chap! Tom turned toBen.

Why, its you, Ben! I didnt notice you.

Im going swimming. Would you like tojoin me? Oh, I see, you cant go, you have towork!

What do you call work?

Why, isnt THAT work?

Tom continued his whitewashing, andanswered carelessly:

Well, maybe it is, andmaybe it isnt. All I know isit suits Tom Sawyer.

Dont say you LIKE it. I wont believe you!

Thebrush continued tomove.

Like it? Well, does aboy get achance towhitewash afence every day?

That put thething ina new light. Ben stopped biting his apple. He was getting more andmore interested. Atlast he said:

Tom, let ME whitewash alittle.

Ifit was theback fence I wouldnt mind andaunt Polly wouldnt. But its thefront fence; it must be done very carefully. There isnt one boy ina thousand, maybe two thousand, that can do it theway it should be done.

Oh, let me just try. Only just alittle. Ill give you thecore ofmy apple.

No, Ben, Im afraid

Ill give you ALL ofit!

Tom gave thebrush toBen andsat inthe shade.

He didnt have towork any more. Some other boys stopped bynow andthen; atfirst they joked but remained towhitewash. Billy Fisher bought his chance towhitewash fora kite, Johnny Miller fora dead rat andso on, andso on, hour after hour. Andwhen theafternoon came, Tom who had been sopoor inthe morning, became awealthy boy. Besides thebefore mentioned things, he had twelve marbles, apiece ofblue bottle-glass tolook through, akey that wouldnt unlock anything, atin soldier, akitten with only one eye, thehandle ofa knife, anda lot ofother valuable things.

He had had anice, good, idle time, plenty ofcompany andthe fence had three coats ofwhitewash onit!


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Tom came tothe living-room which was their bedroom, breakfast-room, dining-room, andlibrary atthe same time, Aunt Polly was sitting byan open window. She was sure that Tom had left long ago, andshe was surprised atseeinghim.

MayI go andplay now, aunt? he asked.

What, already? How much have you done?

Its all done, aunt.

Tom, dont lie tome I hate it.

Aunt Polly went out tosee forherself. She found thewhole fence whitewashed thoroughly.

She said:

So, you can work when you decide todo so, Tom. Andthen she added: But you seldom feel like working. Well, you can go andplay.

She even gave him anapple asa reward. Tom climbed over thefence andwas gone.

There was agate, but usually he preferred toleave thisway.

Tom went tothe town square, where two armies were preparing forbattle. Tom was theGeneral ofone ofthem. Tom andhis best friend Joe Harper, commanding officer ofthe other army, ordered their soldiers tofight andthen sat bythe side chatting.

Toms army won agreat victory, after along andhard battle. Then thedead were counted, prisoners exchanged, andthe day forthe next battle was chosen; thearmies walked away, andTom went home.

Onhis way back, he passed thehouse ofhis schoolmate Jeff Thatcher. Inthe yard he noticed abeautiful girl who immediately won his heart. Tom forgot his girlfriend, Amy Lawrence right atonce.

When he was sure thestrange girl was watching, he began toshow off, acting like afool, doing all sorts ofsilly tricks. Although thegirl seemed not topay attention, she threw aflower tohim just before she went into thehouse.

Tom tried toact indifferent, but then he ran andtook theflower between his toes when he was sure that thegirl was gone.

He stayed around thehouse forthe rest ofthe evening, hoping tosee thegirl again, but she did not return, sohe went back home.

Tom was sohappy with his new love that he even wasnt offended when Aunt Polly accused him ofstealing sugar. (Actually, Sid had committed this crime). When theold lady shouted athim andhit him he cried:

Sid was stealing sugar andbrought thesugar-bowl!

Aunt Polly stopped, embarrassed andonly said:

Im sure you have done something wrong, only I dont know what it was!


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OnSunday after breakfast Tom went tolearn his verses from theBible. Sid had learned his lesson days before. Atthe end ofhalf anhour Tom had ageneral idea ofhis lesson, but no more.

Mary, his elder cousin, promised togive him apresent ifhe learned thelesson well.

That made Tom do his best andbe asuccess. SoMary gave him anew knife worth twelve anda half cents. Although theknife could not cut anything, Tom was delighted. He was going totry theknife onthe furniture when he was called off todress forSunday-school.

Mary took care ofthe process. She made Tom put ona suit that had been used only onSundays during two years. He now looked much better andfelt very uncomfortable. He hoped that Mary would forget his shoes, but she asked Tom toput themon:

Please, Tom be agood boy.

Sohe got into theshoes. Mary was soon ready, andthe three children went toSunday-school aplace that Tom hated with his whole heart; but Sid andMary were fond ofit.

Atthe door Tom asked another pupil:

I say, Billy, have you got ayellow ticket?

Yes.

Whatll you take forit?




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