The Adventures of Tom Sawyer Page #3

WITHOUT ANY MORE FEELING

THAN IF HE WAS A HUMAN.

TOM, YOU MUSTN'T BE

CRUEL TO DUMB BEASTS.

WHAT'S CRUEL

TO A DUMB BEAS MIGHT BE CRUEL

TO A HUMAN, TOO, AUNT POLLY.

BUT, TOM,

IT DID DO YOU GOOD.

DONE HIM GOOD, TOO.

I NEVER SEE HIM:

GET ALONG SO BEFORE.

OH, GO ALONG WITH YOU

BEFORE YOU:

AGGRAVATE ME AGAIN.

OW.

YOU DON'T WHACK SID

WHEN HE TAKES SUGAR.

WELL, SID DON'T TORMEN A BODY THE WAY YOU DO.

OH!

YOU...

DON'T PUNISH TOM,

AUNT POLLY!

IT WAS SID:

BROKE IT.

WELL, YOU DIDN'T GE A LICK AMISS, I RECKON.

YOU'VE BEEN IN PLENTY OF

OTHER AUDACIOUS MISCHIEF.

OH!

AIN'T YOU GOIN'

TO THE CHURCH SOCIAL?

MMM... CHURCH SOCIAL!

THIS HERE'S CHOCK FULL

OF POTATO SALAD:

AND A GREAT,

BIG CHOCOLATE CAKE

AND PICKLES.

IF I WAS:

TO DROWN MYSELF:

THEN THEY'D BE SORRY.

BEN ROGERS:

IS GONNA BRING:

A WHOLE LO OF FISHIN' WORMS

TO PUT DOWN:

GIRLS' NECKS.

THEY'D SEE MY BODY

LAYIN' THERE ALL WET AND STIFF,

THEN THEY'D DRESS UP

AND CRY SOME.

MY MA WAS GONNA WHACK ME

IF I DIDN'T PU THESE SHOES ON.

TREAT YOU LIKE A DOG.

LIKE A OLD CUR DIG.

SHOES!

ANYBODY'D THINK THERE

WAS SNOW ON THE GROUND.

BURNIN' YOU OU WITH PAINKILLER.

SQUEEZIN' YOUR FEET.

ENOUGH TO MAKE:

ANYBODY RUN AWAY.

I'D JUST AS SOON.

HUH?

WE WOULD NEVER:

WEAR SHOES.

WE COULD GO:

A THOUSAND MILES AWAY.

WE COULD GO:

ALL OVER THE WORLD!

WE CAN GET HUCK FINN

TO GO WITH US!

WE CAN USE:

HUCK'S RAFT!

I'M CAPTAIN MURRELL,

THE ONE-EYED TERROR

OF THE MISSISSIPPI,

AND IF YOU DON'T DIG

FOR TREASURE,

THAT'S COMMITTIN'

MUTINY.

AW, I'VE WALKED THE PLANK

10 TIMES ALREADY.

I'M SICK

OF COMMITTIN' MUTINY.

YOU'RE A FINE OLD SLODGE

OF A PIRATE, YOU ARE.

YOU'RE A DISGRACE.

THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU

LET ME BE A HERMI LIKE I WANTED TO BE?

ALL RIGHT, THEN,

YOU'RE A HERMIT.

HEY, BLACK AVENGER!

NOW, GO ON,

BE A HERMIT.

HEY, JOE!

WHAT'S THAT?

TAIN'T THUNDER.

LISTEN. DON'T TALK.

LOOK!

SOMEBODY'S DROWNED.

THEY SHOO OVER THE WATER.

THAT MAKES THE BODY

COME UP TO THE TOP.

BY JINX, I'D GIVE HEAPS

TO KNOW WHO'S DROWNED.

HUCKY?

I BETCHA THEY'RE LOOKIN'

FOR DOC ROBINSON.

WE WON'T FIND NOTHIN'

TILL WE GET DOWN THE RIVER

TO WHERE THE RAFT WAS FOUND.

HOW DO YOU KNOW:

THAT WAS THE RIGHT RAFT?

WHY, THE POOR

LITTLE HARPER BOY'S SHOES

WAS STILL ON IT,

YOU OLD PUDDIN' HEAD!

THAT WHO'S DROWNED-US!

OH!

SAY, TOM?

DO YOU SUPPOSE THEY

REALLY THINK I'M DROWNDED?

COURSE THEY DO.

AIN'T YA GLAD?

WELL, I SUPPOSE SO,

BUT I THOUGHT MAYBE

MY MOTHER WOULD-WELL...

YOUR MOTHER MADE YOU

WEAR SHOES, DIDN'T SHE?

WELL, YES, BUT, WELL...

IF SHE FELT TOO BAD,

WELL, MAYBE

I OUGHT TO GO HOME.

WHAT?

WELL, YOU KNOW,

JUST FOR A VISIT.

VISIT?

YOU'RE JUST SCARED.

SHUCKS, I'LL BET YOU'LL

BOTH WANT TO GO HOME.

AW!

JOE?

JOE?

WHAT?

WHAT DO YOU WAN TO BE WHEN YOU GO HOME?

YOU MEAN...

YOU MEAN,

WE'RE GONNA GO HOME?

IN ABOU 10 OR 20 YEARS MAYBE.

OH.

10 OR 20 YEARS.

I THINK...

I THINK:

I'LL BE A GENERAL.

THEN WHEN I COME HOME

WITH MY SWORD:

AND MEDALS AND:

MAYBE ONE LEG OFF...

MY GRANDPA'S

GOT ONE LEG OFF.

OR MAYBE:

I OUGHT TO GO OUT WES AND JOIN THE INDIANS.

THEN WHEN I WAS CHIEF,

I'D PUT ON MY FEATHERS

AND WAR PAIN AND COME PRANCIN'

INTO SUNDAY SCHOOL.

MY MA ALWAYS GIVE US

PANCAKES AND MOLASSES

BEFORE SUNDAY SCHOOL.

I KNOW!

I'LL BE A PIRATE.

THEN I COULD SAIL

RIGHT UP TO TOWN

WITH MY CUTLASS:

AND HORSE PISTOLS,

AND THEY'D ALL HIDE

AND SAY,

"TOM SAWYER,

THE TERROR OF THE SEAS,

IS BACK HOME AGAIN."

YEAH... BACK HOME AGAIN.

WELL... WELL...

ONE THING:

ABOUT BEING A PIRATE,

NOBODY'S GONNA BOTHER YOU

ABOUT WASHIN' YOUR FEET.

MY MA ALWAYS MAKES ME

WASH MY FEET WITH SOAP.

YEAH.

BUT I BET SHE DON' SMOTHER THE COVERS

UP AROUND YOUR NECK

OR FUSS AROUND WITH

YOUR PILLOW EVERY NIGHT.

MA GOT ME:

AN EIDERDOWN.

WELL... ANYHOW,

WE WON'T HAVE TO LISTEN

TO 'EM IN THE MORNIN',

RATTLIN' THE DISHES

AND TALKIN' AND LAUGHIN'

SO LOUD AND CHEERFUL.

MY MA DON'T LAUGH

MUCH IN THE MORNING,

BUT SHE SINGS NICE HYMNS.

COURSE THERE AIN' SUCH GOOD SWIMMIN'

ANYWHERE'S AS HERE, JOE.

BUT IT AIN' SO MUCH FUN

WHEN THERE'S NOBODY

TO TELL YOU YOU CAN'T GO IN.

I COULD TELL YOU

YOU CAN'T GO IN, JOE.

I WANT MY MA TO TELL ME

I CAN'T GO IN.

Aunt Polly, crying: NEVER

TO SEE OUR BOYS AGAIN.

OH, MRS. HARPER

Mary:
IT'S A POEM,

MRS. HARPER,

TO YOUR JOE:

AND OUR TOM.

UH, READ IT,

CHILD.

"OUR DROWNDED BOYS

BY MARY WADSWORTH SAWYER.

"ALACK, OUR BROKEN HEARTS

ARE SO SAD.

"ALACK, OUR SORROW,

IT IS SO HARD TO MEASURE.

"FOR THOUGH OFTTIMES, THEY MAY

HAVE ACTED PRETTY BAD,

"BOYS WILL BE BOYS.

THEY WERE:

OUR FOND TREASURE."

NOW, DON' TAKE ON SO.

YOU'RE JUST WEARING

YOURSELF TO PIECES.

OH, I HADN' GIVEN UP HOPE

TILL THEY FOUND THE RAF WITH JOE'S

LITTLE SHOES ON IT.

POOR, ABUSED BOY.

I BET IT WAS:

TOM'S FAULT.

Aunt Polly:

NOW, SIDNEY,

DON'T YOU SAY ONE WORD

AGAINST OUR DEAR TOM...

NOW THAT HE'S GONE.

YOU BETTER:

RUN UP TO BED.

Sid:

YES, AUNT POLLY.

Aunt Polly:

OH, MRS. HARPER,

I DON'T KNOW

HOW I CAN GO ON:

WITHOUT MY TOM.

AND THE LAST WORDS

I EVER HEARD HIM SAY

WERE TO REPROACH ME.

Mrs. Harper:

WELL, ALL OUR TEARS

WON'T BRING THEM BACK.

OH, AUNT POLLY,

DON'T YOU THINK

YOU'D BETTER TRY

AND GE A LITTLE SLEEP NOW?

I RECKON I'D BETTER.

I'M ALL TUCKERED OUT.

Mrs. Harper:
GET SOME REST,

MISS POLLY DEAR.

GOOD NIGHT.

GOOD NIGHT,

AUNT POLLY.

GOOD NIGHT.

O, GOD,

IN THINE INFINITE MERCY,

WATCH OVER:

OUR INNOCENT BOYS.

PUNISH ME AS I DESERVE,

BUT NOT IN THIS WAY.

I BEG OF THEE.

PLEASE. OH, PLEASE,

LET THEIR BODIES BE FOUND

SO THAT I CAN LOOK

ON MY DEAR TOM'S FACE

ONCE MORE:

FOR THE LAST TIME.

AMEN.

WHY, JIM,

WHY AREN'T YOU ASLEEP?

I CAN'T, MISS MARY.

I CAN'T DO NOTHIN'

BUT THINK ABOU THE FUNERAL SUNDAY.

NOW, STOP THINKING

ABOUT SUNDAY.

GO ON OU AND GO TO SLEEP, JIM.

I'LL TRY, MISS MARY.

TOM, WHAT ARE YOU-

WHAT YOU DO HERE?

YOU KNOW:

THEY LOOKIN' FOR YOU.

WHY, THEM BOYS

WAS MY FRIENDS.

YOU AIN'T GO NO FRIEND BUT ME.

YOU STAY HID.

DEAR FRIENDS,

WE ARE GATHERED HERE TO PAY

SOLEMN AND LOVING TRIBUTE

TO THE MEMORY OF 3 FINE

AND BEAUTIFUL YOUNG BOYS

CUT OFF IN THE FULLNESS

OF LIFE'S MORN'.

WHAT A MODEL OF OBEDIENCE

AND UPRIGHTNESS:

WAS JOSEPH HARPER.

ALWAYS THE PROP AND COMFOR OF HIS DEAR MOTHER.

ALWAYS TAKING PRIDE

IN BEING WELL-DRESSED AND NEAT.

YET, LET US REJOICE

THAT HE IS NOW WEARING

CELESTIAL RAIMENT.

AND THOMAS SAWYER.

I SHALL NOT SPEAK

OF HIS KINDNESS:

TO MAN AND BEAST ALIKE...

NOR OF HIS DILIGENCE

IN PERFORMING:

HIS APPOINTED DUTIES

ABOUT THE HOME.

SUFFICE IT TO SAY,

IN THE RECENT WORDS

OF A ST. LOUIS EDITOR,

"HIS LIFE WAS GENTLE,

"AND THE ELEMENTS

SO MIXED IN HIM:

"THAT NATURE MIGHT STAND UP

AND SAY TO ALL THE WORLD,

THIS WAS A BOY."

AND LAST, BUT, OH, MY FRIENDS,

BY NO MEANS LEAST,

THE FIGURE WE ALL

HAD COME TO LOVE-

THE UNFORTUNATE, BUT ENDURING

CHILD OF NATURE:

KNOWN AS HUCKLEBERRY FINN.

HOW BRAVELY HE OVERCAME

THE DISMAL HANDICAPS

OF HIS PARENTAGE.

HOW NOBLY HE GREW IN GRACE

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