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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 5, Página 1
Around
half-past
ten,
the
small
church
bell
rang.
People
started
to
gather
for
the
morning
sermon.
The
Sunday-school
children
sat
with
their
parents
to
stay
under
watch.
Aunt
Polly
came
with
Tom,
Sid,
and
Mary.
Tom
sat
next
to
the
aisle,
far
from
the
window,
so
he
wouldn’t
be
distracted.
People
filled
the
aisles:
the
old
postmaster
who
had
seen
better
days,
the
mayor
and
his
wife,
the
justice
of
the
peace,
and
the
widow
Douglas
who
was
kind
and
rich.
Her
house
was
the
biggest
in
town
and
very
welcoming.
Major
and
Mrs.
Ward
came
too,
along
with
lawyer
Riverson,
a
new
person
in
town.
The
village
belle
arrived
with
young
boys
following
her,
all
dressed
nicely.
The
young
clerks
stood
in
the
entrance
until
the
last
girl
passed.
Last
came
Willie
Mufferson,
taking
care
of
his
mother
like
she
was
very
special.
He
always
brought
her
to
church
and
was
the
pride
of
the
women.
The
boys
hated
him
because
he
was
too
good.
He
always
had
a
white
handkerchief
on
Sundays.
Tom
didn’t
have
one
and
thought
boys
with
them
were
snobs.
Now,
everyone
was
in
the
church.
The
bell
rang
again
to
remind
latecomers.
A
quiet
filled
the
church,
only
broken
by
the
choir
whispering
and
laughing.
The
choir
always
did
this
during
the
service.
Once,
there
was
a
choir
that
behaved
well,
but
I
forgot
where
it
was.
It
was
a
long
time
ago.
The
minister
announced
the
hymn
and
read
it
with
much
feeling.
People
liked
his
style.
He
started
in
a
medium
voice,
then
his
voice
went
higher.
He
put
a
lot
of
feeling
into
the
last
word
and
then
dropped
his
voice
suddenly.
"Shall
I
be
carried
to
the
skies,
on
flow’ry
beds
of
ease,"
"Whilst
others
fight
to
win
the
prize,
and
sail
through
bloody
seas?"
People
thought
he
was
a
great
reader.
At
church
events,
he
always
read
poetry.
When
he
finished,
the
ladies
would
raise
their
hands,
let
them
fall,
and
shake
their
heads.
They
seemed
to
say,
"It
is
too
beautiful
for
words."
After
the
hymn,
Rev.
Mr.
Sprague
read
notices
about
meetings
and
groups.
It
seemed
like
the
list
would
never
end.
This
was
a
strange
custom
still
done
in
America,
even
now
with
many
newspapers.
Often,
when
a
tradition
has
little
reason,
it
is
hard
to
stop.
Then
the
minister
prayed.
It
was
a
long
prayer
and
included
many
things:
the
church,
the
children,
other
churches,
the
village,
the
county,
the
State,
and
the
country.
He
prayed
for
the
government,
sailors,
people
in
other
countries,
and
those
who
don’t
see
or
hear
the
truth.
He
asked
that
his
words
might
be
like
seeds
in
good
soil,
growing
into
good
things.
Amen.
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