The next day was Sunday. Tom wore clean Sunday clothes – he
hated them! Tom, Sid and Mary always went to Sunday school on Sunday morning.
But Tom was not a good student and never listened to the teacher.
After Sunday school Tom and his family went to the church.
This Sunday he had a big black beetle in his pocket. When the Reverend started speaking,
Tom took the black beetle out of his pocket. He put it on the floor. There was
a little dog in the church. It saw the beetle
And wanted to play with it. Suddenly the beetle bit the
dog’s nose. The little dog barked and everyone looked at it. It jumped and ran
after the black beetle. It ran all about the church barking and making a lot of
noise.
The people in the church laughed silently. Their faces were
red. The Reverend continued talking but no one listened to him. Tom was happy
because he had an interesting morning in Church.
On Monday morning Tom did not want to get up. ‘Get up
immediately, Tom, get ready for school!” Aunt Polly cried. On his way to school
he met his friend Huckleberry Finn. Huck’s father drank whisky all the time and
did not work. Huck had no mother and no home. He lived in the streets and did
not go to school. His clothes were old and dirty. He went fishing and swimming whenever
he wanted. Huck was happy.
All the mothers of the village hated him because he was lazy
and used filthy
language.
Occasionally he smoked like his father. Huck’s only clothes
are the worn-out rags
that others have discarded and that seldom fit him. He lives
without bathing except in the Mississippi River during warm weather, has no bed
to sleep in, and no regular food—only that which he can obtain by his own wits. He does not attend
school or church, and he has no regular chores to perform.
Because he is completely free to do anything he likes, boys admire him, and all the
boys enjoy his company.
‘Hello, Huckleberry! What’s that?” “It’s a dead cat,’ said
Huck.
‘What will you do with it?” asked Tom. ‘I want to take it to
the graveyard after
midnight,”
Huck said, “A dead cat can call ghosts out of their graves.”
‘Really?’ asked Tom. “Well, old Mrs. Hopkins told me. She’s
a witch and she knows
about these things,’ said Huck.
“Can I come with you?’ asked Tom. ‘Of course! Or are you afraid
of ghosts?” asked Huck.
“Afraid of ghosts! Of course not!” said Tom. “Come and call
me at my window at eleven o’clock tonight.”
Tom was late for school. The teacher was angry and said,
“Thomas Sawyer! Why are you late again?’ Suddenly Tom saw a new girl in the
classroom. She had blue eyes and long blond hair. She was very beautiful. Tom looked at her. He was
in love! There was a free chair next to her and Tom wanted to sit there. But
how? Tom thought quickly and said, ‘I stopped to talk Huckleberry Finn.”
The teacher was angry. “You know you must never talk to that
boy!” The teacher took his stick and hit Tom. “Now go and sit with the girls!”
said the teacher. The children laughed at Tom
Tom sat down next to the new girl. He looked at her. Then he
drew a picture of a house.
“Let me see it,’ she whispered. Tom put the picture in front
of her. “It’s nice. draw a man” She said. Tom drew a house near the house. It
was a terrible
picture, but the girl liked it. “You draw beautifully. I can’t draw,” said the
girl. “I can teach you after school,’ said Tom. ‘Oh, thank you!” “Becky
Thatcher. I know your name. It’s Tom Sawyer.”
That night Tom and Sid were in bed at half past nine. Sid
was soon asleep but Tom was not. At eleven o’clock he heard Huck meow. He
dressed quickly and went out of the bedroom window. ‘Let’s go!’ whispered Huck. He had his
dead cat. Tom and Huck walked
down the dark road. They walked for about half an hour.
The graveyard was on a hill. There were a lot of trees and a
lot of graves, everything was dark and scary. The wind made strange noises and dark clouds covered the
moon.
“Are the ghosts making these noises?” thought Tom. He was
afraid but he said nothing”
“Now let’s find the grave of Hoss Williams,’ said Huck.
They soon found the grave. ‘Here it is. He died last week,’
said Huck. “Do you think Hoss Williams can hear us? Asked Tom. ‘Well, I think
his ghost can hear us,’ said Huck. “Then let’s call him Mr. Williams,” said
Tom. “Alright,’ said Huck, ‘But everybody called him Hoss.” “Sh!”
“What is it, Tom?’ asked Huck. ‘Do you hear the noise? Look
over there, Huck! Oh, no!” said Tom.
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