Tom Sawyer Abroad

Оглавление

Марк Твен. Tom Sawyer Abroad

CHAPTER I. TOM SEEKS NEW ADVENTURES

CHAPTER II. THE BALLOON ASCENSION

CHAPTER III. TOM EXPLAINS

CHAPTER IV. STORM

CHAPTER V. LAND

CHAPTER VI. IT’S A CARAVAN

CHAPTER VII. TOM RESPECTS THE FLEA

CHAPTER VIII. THE DISAPPEARING LAKE

CHAPTER IX. TOM DISCOURSES ON THE DESERT

CHAPTER X. THE TREASURE-HILL

CHAPTER XI. THE SAND-STORM

CHAPTER XII. JIM STANDING SIEGE

CHAPTER XIII. GOING FOR TOM’S PIPE:

Отрывок из книги

WELL, Tom got up one thing after another, but they all had tender spots about ‘em somewheres, and he had to shove ‘em aside. So at last he was about in despair. Then the St. Louis papers begun to talk a good deal about the balloon that was going to sail to Europe, and Tom sort of thought he wanted to go down and see what it looked like, but couldn’t make up his mind. But the papers went on talking, and so he allowed that maybe if he didn’t go he mightn’t ever have another chance to see a balloon; and next, he found out that Nat Parsons was going down to see it, and that decided him, of course. He wasn’t going to have Nat Parsons coming back bragging about seeing the balloon, and him having to listen to it and keep quiet. So he wanted me and Jim to go too, and we went.

It was a noble big balloon, and had wings and fans and all sorts of things, and wasn’t like any balloon you see in pictures. It was away out toward the edge of town, in a vacant lot, corner of Twelfth street; and there was a big crowd around it, making fun of it, and making fun of the man, – a lean pale feller with that soft kind of moonlight in his eyes, you know, – and they kept saying it wouldn’t go. It made him hot to hear them, and he would turn on them and shake his fist and say they was animals and blind, but some day they would find they had stood face to face with one of the men that lifts up nations and makes civilizations, and was too dull to know it; and right here on this spot their own children and grandchildren would build a monument to him that would outlast a thousand years, but his name would outlast the monument. And then the crowd would burst out in a laugh again, and yell at him, and ask him what was his name before he was married, and what he would take to not do it, and what was his sister’s cat’s grandmother’s name, and all the things that a crowd says when they’ve got hold of a feller that they see they can plague. Well, some things they said WAS funny, – yes, and mighty witty too, I ain’t denying that, – but all the same it warn’t fair nor brave, all them people pitching on one, and they so glib and sharp, and him without any gift of talk to answer back with. But, good land! what did he want to sass back for? You see, it couldn’t do him no good, and it was just nuts for them. They HAD him, you know. But that was his way. I reckon he couldn’t help it; he was made so, I judge. He was a good enough sort of cretur, and hadn’t no harm in him, and was just a genius, as the papers said, which wasn’t his fault. We can’t all be sound: we’ve got to be the way we’re made. As near as I can make out, geniuses think they know it all, and so they won’t take people’s advice, but always go their own way, which makes everybody forsake them and despise them, and that is perfectly natural. If they was humbler, and listened and tried to learn, it would be better for them.

.....

I says, considerably scared:

“Well, what’s been and gone and happened now?”

.....