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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 8, Página 1
Tom
ran
through
the
lanes,
making
sure
he
was
far
from
the
other
students.
He
jogged
slowly,
feeling
a
bit
sad.
He
crossed
a
small
stream
a
few
times
because
he
believed
it
would
confuse
anyone
following
him.
Half
an
hour
later,
he
was
behind
the
Douglas
mansion
on
Cardiff
Hill,
with
the
school
far
in
the
valley
behind
him.
He
entered
a
thick
forest
and
found
a
spot
under
a
big
oak
tree
to
sit.
It
was
so
quiet;
even
the
birds
had
stopped
singing
in
the
midday
heat.
The
only
sound
was
a
woodpecker
in
the
distance,
making
the
silence
feel
even
deeper.
Tom
felt
very
sad,
and
his
mood
matched
the
quiet
around
him.
He
sat
with
his
elbows
on
his
knees
and
his
chin
in
his
hands,
thinking.
Life
seemed
hard
to
him,
and
he
almost
wished
he
were
like
Jimmy
Hodges,
who
had
recently
passed
away.
It
must
be
peaceful,
he
thought,
to
lie
and
dream
forever
with
no
worries.
If
only
he
had
a
good
Sunday-school
record,
he
would
be
ready
to
leave
this
life.
And
then
there
was
the
girl.
What
had
he
done
wrong?
He
had
tried
his
best
but
was
treated
badly.
She
would
be
sorry
one
day,
maybe
when
it
was
too
late.
Oh,
if
only
he
could
die
just
for
a
little
while!
But
a
young
heart
can't
stay
sad
for
long.
Tom
started
to
think
about
life
again.
What
if
he
left
and
disappeared
mysteriously?
What
if
he
went
far
away
to
unknown
lands
and
never
came
back?
How
would
she
feel
then?
The
idea
of
being
a
clown
came
to
him,
but
it
didn't
feel
right.
He
wanted
something
more
serious,
more
romantic.
No,
he
would
be
a
soldier
and
return
famous
and
respected.
Or
better,
he
would
join
the
Indians,
hunt
buffalo,
and
become
a
great
chief.
He
imagined
coming
back
to
Sunday-school,
dressed
as
a
chief,
and
making
everyone
envious.
But
then
he
thought
of
something
even
better.
He
would
be
a
pirate!
Yes,
that
was
it!
His
future
was
clear
and
exciting.
He
imagined
sailing
the
seas
in
his
ship,
the
Spirit
of
the
Storm,
with
his
pirate
flag
flying.
He
would
return
to
his
village
famous
and
feared,
dressed
in
pirate
clothes,
and
everyone
would
whisper,
"It's
Tom
Sawyer
the
Pirate!—the
Black
Avenger
of
the
Spanish
Main!"
Yes,
he
had
decided;
he
would
run
away
and
start
his
new
life.
He
would
leave
the
next
morning,
so
he
needed
to
prepare.
He
went
to
a
nearby
log
and
started
digging
under
it
with
his
knife.
Soon
he
hit
something
hollow.
He
put
his
hand
there
and
said
a
special
chant:
“What
hasn’t
come
here,
come!
What’s
here,
stay
here!”
He
cleared
away
the
dirt
and
found
a
wooden
piece.
Under
it
was
a
small
treasure
box
made
of
shingles.
Inside
was
a
marble.
Tom
was
amazed!
He
scratched
his
head
and
said:
“Well,
that
beats
anything!”
He
threw
the
marble
away
in
frustration
and
thought.
A
belief
he
had
failed.
He
and
his
friends
believed
that
if
you
buried
a
marble
with
a
chant
and
left
it
alone
for
two
weeks,
all
lost
marbles
would
gather
there.
But
this
time,
it
didn't
work.
Tom's
belief
was
shaken.
He
had
heard
of
it
working
before
but
never
failing.
He
didn't
remember
that
he
had
tried
it
before
but
couldn't
find
the
spot
afterward.
He
thought
maybe
a
witch
had
broken
the
charm.
He
wanted
to
check,
so
he
found
a
sandy
spot
with
a
small
hole.
He
lay
down
and
called
into
it:
“Doodle-bug,
doodle-bug,
tell
me
what
I
want
to
know!
Doodle-bug,
doodle-bug,
tell
me
what
I
want
to
know!”
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