chapter 13
湯姆索亞曆險記英文版 作者：馬克·吐溫 投票推薦 加入書簽 留言反饋
tom''s mind was made up now. he was gloomy and desperate. he was a forsaken, friendless boy, he said; nobody loved him; when they found out what they had driven him to, perhaps they would be sorry; he had tried to do right and get along, but they would not let him; since nothing would do them but to be rid of him, let it be so; and let them me him for the consequences -- why shouldn''t they? what right had the friendless toin? yes, they had forced him to it atst: he would lead a life of crime. there was no choice.
by this time he was far down meadowne, and the bell for school to "take up" tinkled faintly upon his ear. he sobbed, now, to think he should never, never hear that old familiar sound any more -- it was very hard, but it was forced on him; since he was driven out into the cold world, he must submit -- but he forgave them. then the sobs came thick and fast. just at this point he met his soul''s swornrade, joe harper -- hard-eyed, and with evidently a great and dismal purpose in his heart. inly here were "two souls with but a single thought." tom, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, began to blubber out something about a resolution to escape from hard usage andck of sympathy at home by roaming abroad into the great world never to return; and ended by hoping that joe would not forget him.
but it transpired that this was a request which joe had just been going to make of tom, and hade to hunt him up for that purpose. his mother had whipped him for drinking some cream which he had never tasted and knew nothing about; it was in that she was tired of him and wished him to go; if she felt that way, there was nothing for him to do but sumb; he hoped she would be happy, and never regret having driven her poor boy out into the unfeeling world to suffer and die.
as the two boys walked sorrowing along, they made a newpact to stand by each other and be brothers and never separate till death relieved them of their troubles. then they began toy their ns. joe was for being a hermit, and living on crusts in a remote cave, and dying, some time, of cold and want and grief; but after listening to tom, he conceded that there were some conspicuous advantages about a life of crime, and so he consented to be a pirate.
three miles below st. petersburg, at a point where the mississippi river was a trifle over a mile wide, there was a long, narrow, wooded ind, with a shallow bar at the head of it, and this offered well as a rendezvous. it was not inhabited; ity far over toward the further shore, abreast a dense and almost wholly unpeopled forest. so jackson''s ind was chosen. who were to be the subjects of their piracies was a matter that did not ur to them. then they hunted up huckleberry finn, and he joined them promptly, for all careers were one to him; he was indifferent. they presently separated to meet at a lonely spot on the river-bank two miles above the vige at the favorite hour -- which was midnight. there was a small log raft there which they meant to capture. each would bring hooks and lines, and such provision as he could steal in the most dark and mysterious way -- as became ouws. and before the afternoon was done, they had all managed to enjoy the sweet glory of spreading the fact that pretty soon the town would "hear something." all who got this vague hint were cautioned to "be mum and wait."
about midnight tom arrived with a boiled ham and a few trifles, and stopped in a dense undergrowth on a small bluff overlooking the meeting-ce. it was starlight, and very still. the mighty rivery like an ocean at rest. tom listened a moment, but no sound disturbed the quiet. then he gave a low, distinct whistle. it was answered from under the bluff. tom whistled twice more; these signals were answered in the same way. then a guarded voice said:
"who goes there?"
"tom sawyer, the ck avenger of the spanish main. name your names."
"huck finn the red-handed, and joe harper the terror of the seas." tom had furnished these titles, from his favorite literature.
"''tis well. give the countersign."
two hoarse whispers delivered the same awful word simultaneously to the brooding night:
"blood!"
then tom tumbled his ham over the bluff and let himself down after it, tearing both skin and clothes to some extent in the effort. there was an easy,fortable path along the shore under the bluff, but itcked the advantages of difficulty and danger so valued by a pirate.
the terror of the seas had brought a side of bacon, and had about worn himself out with getting it there. finn the red-handed had stolen a skillet and a quantity of half-cured leaf tobo, and had also brought a few corn-cobs to make pipes with. but none of the pirates smoked or "chewed" but himself. the ck avenger of the spanish main said it would never do to start without some fire. that was a wise thought; matches were hardly known there in that day. they saw a fire smouldering upon a great raft a hundred yards above, and they went stealthily thither and helped themselves to a chunk. they made an imposing adventure of it, saying, "hist!" every now and then, and suddenly halting with finger on lip; moving with hands on imaginary dagger-hilts; and giving orders in dismal whispers that if "the foe" stirred, to "let him have it to the hilt," because "dead men tell no tales." they knew well enough that the raftsmen were all down at the vigeying in stores or having a spree, but still that was no excuse for their conducting this thing in an unpiratical way.
they shoved off, presently, tom inmand, huck at the after oar and joe at the forward. tom stood amidships, gloomy-browed, and with folded arms, and gave his orders in a low, stern whisper:
"luff, and bring her to the wind!"
"aye-aye, sir!"
"steady, steady-y-y-y!"
"steady it is, sir!"
"let her go off a point!"
"point it is, sir!"
as the boys steadily and monotonously drove the raft toward mid-stream it was no doubt understood that these orders were given only for "style," and were not intended to mean anything in particr.
"what sail''s she carrying?"
"courses, tops''ls, and flying-jib, sir."
"send the r''yals up!y out aloft, there, half a dozen of ye -- foretopmaststuns''l! lively, now!"
"aye-aye, sir!"
"shake out that maintogns''l! sheets and braces! now my hearties!"
"aye-aye, sir!"
"hellum-a-lee -- hard a port! stand by to meet her when shees! port, port! now, men! with a will! stead-y-y-y!"
"steady it is, sir!"
the raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and theny on their oars. the river was not high, so there was not more than a two or three mile current. hardly a word was said during the next three-quarters of an hour. now the raft was passing before the distant town. two or three glimmering lights showed where ity, peacefully sleeping, beyond the vague vast sweep of star-gemmed water, unconscious of the tremendous event that was happening. the ck avenger stood still with folded arms, "looking hisst" upon the scene of his former joys and hister sufferings, and wishing "she" could see him now, abroad on the wild sea, facing peril and death with dauntless heart, going to his doom with a grim smile on his lips. it was but a small strain on his imagination to remove jackson''s ind beyond eye-shot of the vige, and so he "looked hisst" with a broken and satisfied heart. the other pirates were looking theirst, too; and they all looked so long that they came near letting the current drift them out of the range of the ind. but they discovered the danger in time, and made shift to avert it. about two o''clock in the morning the raft grounded on the bar two hundred yards above the head of the ind, and they waded back and forth until they hadnded their freight. part of the little raft''s belongings consisted of an old sail, and this they spread over a nook in the bushes for a tent to shelter their provisions; but they themselves would sleep in the open air in good weather, as became ouws.
they built a fire against the side of a great log twenty or thirty steps within the sombre depths of the forest, and then cooked some bacon in the frying-pan for supper, and used up half of the corn "pone" stock they had brought. it seemed glorious sport to be feasting in that wild, free way in the virgin forest of an unexplored and uninhabited ind, far from the haunts of men, and they said they never would return to civilization. the climbing fire lit up their faces and threw its ruddy re upon the pired tree-trunks of their forest temple, and upon the varnished foliage and festooning vines.
when thest crisp slice of bacon was gone, and thest allowance of corn pone devoured, the boys stretched themselves out on the grass, filled with contentment. they could have found a cooler ce, but they would not deny themselves such a romantic feature as the roasting camp-fire.
"ain''t it gay?" said joe.
"it''s nuts!" said tom. "what would the boys say if they could see us?"
"say? well, they''d just die to be here -- hey, hucky!"
"i reckon so," said huckleberry; "anyways, i''m suited. i don''t want nothing better''n this. i don''t ever get enough to eat, gen''ally -- and here they can''te and pick at a feller and bullyrag him so."
"it''s just the life for me," said tom. "you don''t have to get up, mornings, and you don''t have to go to school, and wash, and all that me foolishness. you see a pirate don''t have to do anything, joe, when he''s ashore, but a hermit he has to be praying considerable, and then he don''t have any fun, anyway, all by himself that way."
"oh yes, that''s so," said joe, "but i hadn''t thought much about it, you know. i''d a good deal rather be a pirate, now that i''ve tried it."
"you see," said tom, "people don''t go much on hermits, nowadays, like they used to in old times, but a pirate''s always respected. and a hermit''s got to sleep on the hardest ce he can find, and put sackcloth and ashes on his head, and stand out in the rain, and --"
"what does he put sackcloth and ashes on his head for?" inquired huck.
"i dono. but they''ve got to do it. hermits always do. you''d have to do that if you was a hermit."
"dern''d if i would," said huck.
"well, what would you do?"
"i dono. but i wouldn''t do that."
"why, huck, you''d have to. how''d you get around it?"
"why, i just wouldn''t stand it. i''d run away."
"run away! well, you would be a nice old slouch of a hermit. you''d be a disgrace."
the red-handed made no response, being better employed. he had finished gouging out a cob, and now he fitted a weed stem to it, loaded it with tobo, and was pressing a coal to the charge and blowing a cloud of fragrant smoke -- he was in the full bloom of luxurious contentment. the other pirates envied him this majestic vice, and secretly resolved to acquire it shortly. presently huck said:
"what does pirates have to do?"
tom said:
"oh, they have just a bully time -- take ships and burn them, and get the money and bury it in awful ces in their ind where there''s ghosts and things to watch it, and kill everybody in the ships -- make ''em walk a nk."
"and they carry the women to the ind," said joe; "they don''t kill the women."
"no," assented tom, "they don''t kill the women -- they''re too noble. and the women''s always beautiful, too.
"and don''t they wear the bulliest clothes! oh no! all gold and silver and di''monds," said joe, with enthusiasm.
"who?" said huck.
"why, the pirates."
huck scanned his own clothing forlornly.
"i reckon i ain''t dressed fitten for a pirate," said he, with a regretful pathos in his voice; "but i ain''t got none but these."
but the other boys told him the fine clothes woulde fast enough, after they should have begun their adventures. they made him understand that his poor rags would do to begin with, though it was customary for wealthy pirates to start with a proper wardrobe.
gradually their talk died out and drowsiness began to steal upon the eyelids of the little waifs. the pipe dropped from the fingers of the red-handed, and he slept the sleep of the conscience-free and the weary. the terror of the seas and the ck avenger of the spanish main had more difficulty in getting to sleep. they said their prayers inwardly, and lying down, since there was nobody there with authority to make them kneel and recite aloud; in truth, they had a mind not to say them at all, but they were afraid to proceed to such lengths as that, lest they might call down a sudden and special thunderbolt from heaven. then at once they reached and hovered upon the imminent verge of sleep -- but an intruder came, now, that would not "down." it was conscience. they began to feel a vague fear that they had been doing wrong to run away; and next they thought of the stolen meat, and then the real torture came. they tried to argue it away by reminding conscience that they had purloined sweetmeats and apples scores of times; but conscience was not to be appeased by such thin usibilities; it seemed to them, in the end, that there was no getting around the stubborn fact that taking sweetmeats was only "hooking," while taking bacon and hams and such valuables was in simple stealing -- and there was amand against that in the bible. so they inwardly resolved that so long as they remained in the business, their piracies should not again be sullied with the crime of stealing. then conscience granted a truce, and these curiously inconsistent pirates fell peacefully to sleep.
by this time he was far down meadowne, and the bell for school to "take up" tinkled faintly upon his ear. he sobbed, now, to think he should never, never hear that old familiar sound any more -- it was very hard, but it was forced on him; since he was driven out into the cold world, he must submit -- but he forgave them. then the sobs came thick and fast. just at this point he met his soul''s swornrade, joe harper -- hard-eyed, and with evidently a great and dismal purpose in his heart. inly here were "two souls with but a single thought." tom, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, began to blubber out something about a resolution to escape from hard usage andck of sympathy at home by roaming abroad into the great world never to return; and ended by hoping that joe would not forget him.
but it transpired that this was a request which joe had just been going to make of tom, and hade to hunt him up for that purpose. his mother had whipped him for drinking some cream which he had never tasted and knew nothing about; it was in that she was tired of him and wished him to go; if she felt that way, there was nothing for him to do but sumb; he hoped she would be happy, and never regret having driven her poor boy out into the unfeeling world to suffer and die.
as the two boys walked sorrowing along, they made a newpact to stand by each other and be brothers and never separate till death relieved them of their troubles. then they began toy their ns. joe was for being a hermit, and living on crusts in a remote cave, and dying, some time, of cold and want and grief; but after listening to tom, he conceded that there were some conspicuous advantages about a life of crime, and so he consented to be a pirate.
three miles below st. petersburg, at a point where the mississippi river was a trifle over a mile wide, there was a long, narrow, wooded ind, with a shallow bar at the head of it, and this offered well as a rendezvous. it was not inhabited; ity far over toward the further shore, abreast a dense and almost wholly unpeopled forest. so jackson''s ind was chosen. who were to be the subjects of their piracies was a matter that did not ur to them. then they hunted up huckleberry finn, and he joined them promptly, for all careers were one to him; he was indifferent. they presently separated to meet at a lonely spot on the river-bank two miles above the vige at the favorite hour -- which was midnight. there was a small log raft there which they meant to capture. each would bring hooks and lines, and such provision as he could steal in the most dark and mysterious way -- as became ouws. and before the afternoon was done, they had all managed to enjoy the sweet glory of spreading the fact that pretty soon the town would "hear something." all who got this vague hint were cautioned to "be mum and wait."
about midnight tom arrived with a boiled ham and a few trifles, and stopped in a dense undergrowth on a small bluff overlooking the meeting-ce. it was starlight, and very still. the mighty rivery like an ocean at rest. tom listened a moment, but no sound disturbed the quiet. then he gave a low, distinct whistle. it was answered from under the bluff. tom whistled twice more; these signals were answered in the same way. then a guarded voice said:
"who goes there?"
"tom sawyer, the ck avenger of the spanish main. name your names."
"huck finn the red-handed, and joe harper the terror of the seas." tom had furnished these titles, from his favorite literature.
"''tis well. give the countersign."
two hoarse whispers delivered the same awful word simultaneously to the brooding night:
"blood!"
then tom tumbled his ham over the bluff and let himself down after it, tearing both skin and clothes to some extent in the effort. there was an easy,fortable path along the shore under the bluff, but itcked the advantages of difficulty and danger so valued by a pirate.
the terror of the seas had brought a side of bacon, and had about worn himself out with getting it there. finn the red-handed had stolen a skillet and a quantity of half-cured leaf tobo, and had also brought a few corn-cobs to make pipes with. but none of the pirates smoked or "chewed" but himself. the ck avenger of the spanish main said it would never do to start without some fire. that was a wise thought; matches were hardly known there in that day. they saw a fire smouldering upon a great raft a hundred yards above, and they went stealthily thither and helped themselves to a chunk. they made an imposing adventure of it, saying, "hist!" every now and then, and suddenly halting with finger on lip; moving with hands on imaginary dagger-hilts; and giving orders in dismal whispers that if "the foe" stirred, to "let him have it to the hilt," because "dead men tell no tales." they knew well enough that the raftsmen were all down at the vigeying in stores or having a spree, but still that was no excuse for their conducting this thing in an unpiratical way.
they shoved off, presently, tom inmand, huck at the after oar and joe at the forward. tom stood amidships, gloomy-browed, and with folded arms, and gave his orders in a low, stern whisper:
"luff, and bring her to the wind!"
"aye-aye, sir!"
"steady, steady-y-y-y!"
"steady it is, sir!"
"let her go off a point!"
"point it is, sir!"
as the boys steadily and monotonously drove the raft toward mid-stream it was no doubt understood that these orders were given only for "style," and were not intended to mean anything in particr.
"what sail''s she carrying?"
"courses, tops''ls, and flying-jib, sir."
"send the r''yals up!y out aloft, there, half a dozen of ye -- foretopmaststuns''l! lively, now!"
"aye-aye, sir!"
"shake out that maintogns''l! sheets and braces! now my hearties!"
"aye-aye, sir!"
"hellum-a-lee -- hard a port! stand by to meet her when shees! port, port! now, men! with a will! stead-y-y-y!"
"steady it is, sir!"
the raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and theny on their oars. the river was not high, so there was not more than a two or three mile current. hardly a word was said during the next three-quarters of an hour. now the raft was passing before the distant town. two or three glimmering lights showed where ity, peacefully sleeping, beyond the vague vast sweep of star-gemmed water, unconscious of the tremendous event that was happening. the ck avenger stood still with folded arms, "looking hisst" upon the scene of his former joys and hister sufferings, and wishing "she" could see him now, abroad on the wild sea, facing peril and death with dauntless heart, going to his doom with a grim smile on his lips. it was but a small strain on his imagination to remove jackson''s ind beyond eye-shot of the vige, and so he "looked hisst" with a broken and satisfied heart. the other pirates were looking theirst, too; and they all looked so long that they came near letting the current drift them out of the range of the ind. but they discovered the danger in time, and made shift to avert it. about two o''clock in the morning the raft grounded on the bar two hundred yards above the head of the ind, and they waded back and forth until they hadnded their freight. part of the little raft''s belongings consisted of an old sail, and this they spread over a nook in the bushes for a tent to shelter their provisions; but they themselves would sleep in the open air in good weather, as became ouws.
they built a fire against the side of a great log twenty or thirty steps within the sombre depths of the forest, and then cooked some bacon in the frying-pan for supper, and used up half of the corn "pone" stock they had brought. it seemed glorious sport to be feasting in that wild, free way in the virgin forest of an unexplored and uninhabited ind, far from the haunts of men, and they said they never would return to civilization. the climbing fire lit up their faces and threw its ruddy re upon the pired tree-trunks of their forest temple, and upon the varnished foliage and festooning vines.
when thest crisp slice of bacon was gone, and thest allowance of corn pone devoured, the boys stretched themselves out on the grass, filled with contentment. they could have found a cooler ce, but they would not deny themselves such a romantic feature as the roasting camp-fire.
"ain''t it gay?" said joe.
"it''s nuts!" said tom. "what would the boys say if they could see us?"
"say? well, they''d just die to be here -- hey, hucky!"
"i reckon so," said huckleberry; "anyways, i''m suited. i don''t want nothing better''n this. i don''t ever get enough to eat, gen''ally -- and here they can''te and pick at a feller and bullyrag him so."
"it''s just the life for me," said tom. "you don''t have to get up, mornings, and you don''t have to go to school, and wash, and all that me foolishness. you see a pirate don''t have to do anything, joe, when he''s ashore, but a hermit he has to be praying considerable, and then he don''t have any fun, anyway, all by himself that way."
"oh yes, that''s so," said joe, "but i hadn''t thought much about it, you know. i''d a good deal rather be a pirate, now that i''ve tried it."
"you see," said tom, "people don''t go much on hermits, nowadays, like they used to in old times, but a pirate''s always respected. and a hermit''s got to sleep on the hardest ce he can find, and put sackcloth and ashes on his head, and stand out in the rain, and --"
"what does he put sackcloth and ashes on his head for?" inquired huck.
"i dono. but they''ve got to do it. hermits always do. you''d have to do that if you was a hermit."
"dern''d if i would," said huck.
"well, what would you do?"
"i dono. but i wouldn''t do that."
"why, huck, you''d have to. how''d you get around it?"
"why, i just wouldn''t stand it. i''d run away."
"run away! well, you would be a nice old slouch of a hermit. you''d be a disgrace."
the red-handed made no response, being better employed. he had finished gouging out a cob, and now he fitted a weed stem to it, loaded it with tobo, and was pressing a coal to the charge and blowing a cloud of fragrant smoke -- he was in the full bloom of luxurious contentment. the other pirates envied him this majestic vice, and secretly resolved to acquire it shortly. presently huck said:
"what does pirates have to do?"
tom said:
"oh, they have just a bully time -- take ships and burn them, and get the money and bury it in awful ces in their ind where there''s ghosts and things to watch it, and kill everybody in the ships -- make ''em walk a nk."
"and they carry the women to the ind," said joe; "they don''t kill the women."
"no," assented tom, "they don''t kill the women -- they''re too noble. and the women''s always beautiful, too.
"and don''t they wear the bulliest clothes! oh no! all gold and silver and di''monds," said joe, with enthusiasm.
"who?" said huck.
"why, the pirates."
huck scanned his own clothing forlornly.
"i reckon i ain''t dressed fitten for a pirate," said he, with a regretful pathos in his voice; "but i ain''t got none but these."
but the other boys told him the fine clothes woulde fast enough, after they should have begun their adventures. they made him understand that his poor rags would do to begin with, though it was customary for wealthy pirates to start with a proper wardrobe.
gradually their talk died out and drowsiness began to steal upon the eyelids of the little waifs. the pipe dropped from the fingers of the red-handed, and he slept the sleep of the conscience-free and the weary. the terror of the seas and the ck avenger of the spanish main had more difficulty in getting to sleep. they said their prayers inwardly, and lying down, since there was nobody there with authority to make them kneel and recite aloud; in truth, they had a mind not to say them at all, but they were afraid to proceed to such lengths as that, lest they might call down a sudden and special thunderbolt from heaven. then at once they reached and hovered upon the imminent verge of sleep -- but an intruder came, now, that would not "down." it was conscience. they began to feel a vague fear that they had been doing wrong to run away; and next they thought of the stolen meat, and then the real torture came. they tried to argue it away by reminding conscience that they had purloined sweetmeats and apples scores of times; but conscience was not to be appeased by such thin usibilities; it seemed to them, in the end, that there was no getting around the stubborn fact that taking sweetmeats was only "hooking," while taking bacon and hams and such valuables was in simple stealing -- and there was amand against that in the bible. so they inwardly resolved that so long as they remained in the business, their piracies should not again be sullied with the crime of stealing. then conscience granted a truce, and these curiously inconsistent pirates fell peacefully to sleep.