The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

Mark Twain

Description

True to its name, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer is an adventure-packed story about a young boy living in a small town on the banks of the Mississippi River. Written by the ionic American author Mark Twain, this coming-of-age classic has been revered since its publication in the late 19th century.

Tom Sawyer has a nose for mischief. Growing up with his Aunt Polly and half-brother Sid, Tom has a way of looking for trouble. When young Tom Sawyer and his buddy Huckleberry Finn sneak out to the graveyard at midnight for what they deem to be good fun, what they don’t expect is to witness a trio of body snatchers robbing a grave…and the consequences thereafter proving to be potentially catastrophic. Corralled by the limits of his small town, Tom Sawyer seeks a life that is unencumbered by rules and curfews. Alongside his buddy, Huck Finn, the duo make their way through what becomes an adventure of a lifetime, and one laden with secret hidden treasure.

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer has been hailed as a childhood rite of passage, having become to many a masterpiece of American literature. With an eye-catching new cover, and professionally typeset manuscript, this edition of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer is both modern and readable. Be sure to check out the Mint Editions sequel to this beloved American classic, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.

Sujets

• Misuri
• Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
• Bildungsroman
• Roman d'apprentissage
• Money
• Missouri
• Gold
• Classics
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Mint Editions
• Date de parution: 23 juin 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9781513264165
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
Mark Twain
 
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer was first published in 1876.
This edition published by Mint Editions 2020.
ISBN 9781513263618 | E-ISBN 9781513264165
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C ONTENTS       I.       Y-o-u-u Tom-Aunt Polly Decides Upon her Duty—Tom Practices Music—The Challenge—A Private Entrance      II.      Strong Temptations—Strategic Movements—The Innocents Beguiled     III.      Tom as a General—Triumph and Reward—Dismal Felicity—Commission and Omission      IV.      Mental Acrobatics—Attending Sunday—School—The Superintendent—“Showing off”—Tom Lionized       V.       A Useful Minister—In Church—The Climax      VI.     Self-Examination—Dentistry—The Midnight Charm—Witches and Devils—Cautious Approaches—Happy Hours     VII.    A Treaty Entered Into—Early Lessons—A Mistake Made    VIII.    Tom Decides on his Course—Old Scenes Re-enacted      IX.     A Solemn Situation—Grave Subjects Introduced—Injun Joe Explains       X.      The Solemn Oath—Terror Brings Repentance—Mental Punishment      XI.     Muff Potter Comes Himself—Tom’s Conscience at Work     XII.     Tom Shows his Generosity—Aunt Polly Weakens    XIII.    The Young Pirates—Going to the Rendezvous—The Camp—Fire Talk     XIV.    Camp-Life—A Sensation—Tom Steals Away from Camp       XV.   Tom Reconnoiters—Learns the Situation—Reports at Camp     XVI.    A Day’s Amusements—Tom Reveals a Secret—The Pirates take a Lesson—A Night Surprise—An Indian War    XVII.   Memories of the Lost Heroes—The Point in Tom’s Secret   XVIII.   Tom’s Feelings Investigated—Wonderful Dream—Becky Thatcher Overshadowed—Tom Becomes Jealous—Black Revenge     XIX.    Tom Tells the Truth      XX.    Becky in a Dilemma—Tom’s Nobility Asserts Itself     XXI.   Youthful Eloquence—Compositions by the Young Ladies—A Lengthy Vision—The Boy’s Vengeance Satisfied    XXII.   Tom’s Confidence Betrayed—Expects Signal Punishment   XXIII.  Old Muff’s Friends—Muff Potter in Court—Muff Potter Saved    XXIV.  Tom as the Village Hero—Days of Splendor and Nights of Horror—Pursuit of Injun Joe     XXV.   About Kings and Diamonds—Search for the Treasure—Dead People and Ghosts   XXVI.   The Haunted House—Sleepy Ghosts—A Box of Gold—Bitter Luck  XXVII.  Doubts to be Settled—The Young Detectives XXVIII.  An Attempt at No. Two—Huck Mounts Guard   XXIX.  The Pic-nic—Huck on Injun Joe’s Track—The “Revenge” Job—Aid for the Widow    XXX.   The Welchman Reports—Huck Under Fire—The Story Circulated—A New Sensation—Hope Giving Way to Despair   XXXI.   An Exploring Expedition—Trouble Commences—Lost in the Cave—Total Darkness—Found but not Saved  XXXII.  Tom tells the Story of their Escape—Tom’s Enemy in Safe Quarters XXXIII.  The Fate of Injun Joe—Huck and Tom Compare Notes—An Expedition to the Cave—Protection Against Ghosts—“An Awful Snug Place”—A Reception at the Widow Douglas’s XXXIV.  Springing a Secret—Mr. Jones’ Surprise a Failure  XXXV.   A New Order of Things—Poor Huck—New Adventures Planned
 
P REFACE
Most of the adventures recorded in this book really occurred; one or two were experiences of my own, the rest those of boys who were schoolmates of mine. Huck Finn is drawn from life; Tom Sawyer also, but not from an individual—he is a combination of the characteristics of three boys whom I knew, and therefore belongs to the composite order of architecture.
The odd superstitions touched upon were all prevalent among children and slaves in the West at the period of this story—that is to say, thirty or forty years ago.
Although my book is intended mainly for the entertainment of boys and girls, I hope it will not be shunned by men and women on that account, for part of my plan has been to try to pleasantly remind adults of what they once were themselves, and of how they felt and thought and talked, and what queer enterprises they sometimes engaged in.
T HE A UTHOR . H ARTFORD , 1876.
 
Chapter I
“Tom!”
No answer.
“TOM!”
No answer.
“What’s gone with that boy, I wonder? You TOM!”
No answer.
The old lady pulled her spectacles down and looked over them about the room; then she put them up and looked out under them. She seldom or never looked through them for so small a thing as a boy; they were her state pair, the pride of her heart, and were built for “style,” not service—she could have seen through a pair of stove-lids just as well. She looked perplexed for a moment, and then said, not fiercely, but still loud enough for the furniture to hear:
“Well, I lay if I get hold of you I’ll—”
She did not finish, for by this time she was bending down and punching under the bed with the broom, and so she needed breath to punctuate the punches with. She resurrected nothing but the cat.
“I never did see the beat of that boy!”
She went to the open door and stood in it and looked out among the tomato vines and “jimpson” weeds that constituted the garden. No Tom. So she lifted up her voice at an angle calculated for distance and shouted:
“Y-o-u-u TOM!”
There was a slight noise behind her and she turned just in time to seize a small boy by the slack of his roundabout and arrest his flight.
“There! I might ‘a’ thought of that closet. What you been doing in there?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing! Look at your hands. And look at your mouth. What is that truck?”
“I don’t know, aunt.”
“Well, I know. 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.”
The switch hovered in the air—the peril was desperate—
“My! Look behind you, aunt!”
The old lady whirled round, and snatched her skirts out of danger. 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.
“Hang the boy, can’t I never learn anything? Ain’t he played me tricks enough like that for me to be looking out for him by this time? But old fools is the biggest 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! he’s my own dead sister’s boy, poor thing, and I ain’t got the heart to lash him, somehow. 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. He’ll play hookey this evening, * and I’ll just be obleeged to make him work, tomorrow, to punish him. 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’