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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 9, Página 1
At
half-past
nine
that
night,
Tom
and
Sid
were
sent
to
bed,
as
usual.
They
said
their
prayers,
and
Sid
quickly
fell
asleep.
Tom
lay
awake,
feeling
restless
and
impatient.
When
he
thought
it
must
be
nearly
morning,
he
heard
the
clock
strike
ten!
This
made
him
feel
hopeless.
He
wanted
to
toss
and
turn,
as
his
nerves
demanded,
but
he
was
afraid
of
waking
Sid.
So
he
lay
still,
staring
into
the
dark.
Everything
was
very
quiet.
Soon,
little
noises
began
to
stand
out.
The
clock's
ticking
became
noticeable.
Old
beams
started
to
crack
mysteriously.
The
stairs
creaked
softly.
It
seemed
like
spirits
were
around.
A
muffled
snore
came
from
Aunt
Polly’s
room.
Then
a
cricket
started
chirping,
and
no
one
could
find
where
it
was.
The
ticking
of
a
death-watch
beetle
near
the
bed
made
Tom
shiver—it
meant
someone’s
days
were
numbered.
Then
a
distant
dog
howled,
and
another
answered
from
far
away.
Tom
was
in
agony.
Finally,
he
felt
time
had
stopped
and
eternity
had
begun;
he
started
to
doze
off
despite
himself.
The
clock
struck
eleven,
but
he
didn’t
hear
it.
Then,
in
his
half-dreams,
he
heard
a
sad
caterwauling.
A
neighbor’s
window
opened,
and
a
voice
shouted,
“Scat!
you
devil!”
followed
by
the
crash
of
a
bottle
against
the
woodshed.
Tom
woke
up
fully,
dressed
quickly,
climbed
out
the
window,
and
crawled
along
the
roof.
He
meowed
cautiously
a
few
times,
then
jumped
to
the
woodshed
roof
and
down
to
the
ground.
Huckleberry
Finn
was
there,
with
his
dead
cat.
The
boys
moved
off
and
disappeared
into
the
darkness.
After
half
an
hour,
they
were
walking
through
the
tall
grass
of
the
graveyard.
It
was
an
old-fashioned
Western
graveyard,
on
a
hill
about
a
mile
and
a
half
from
the
village.
A
crooked
board
fence
surrounded
it,
leaning
in
and
out,
but
never
standing
straight.
Grass
and
weeds
grew
thick
all
over
the
cemetery.
The
old
graves
had
sunk
in,
and
there
were
no
proper
tombstones;
instead,
round-topped,
worm-eaten
boards
leaned
over
the
graves,
offering
no
support.
“Sacred
to
the
memory
of”
So-and-So
had
been
painted
on
them
once,
but
now
it
couldn’t
be
read,
even
if
there
had
been
enough
light.
A
faint
wind
moaned
through
the
trees,
and
Tom
feared
it
might
be
the
spirits
of
the
dead,
upset
at
being
disturbed.
The
boys
spoke
little,
and
only
in
whispers,
because
the
time,
place,
and
the
silence
made
them
feel
heavy.
They
found
the
fresh
new
grave
they
were
looking
for
and
hid
behind
three
big
elm
trees
that
grew
close
together
near
the
grave.
They
waited
in
silence
for
what
seemed
like
a
long
time.
The
only
sound
was
the
distant
hooting
of
an
owl.
Tom's
thoughts
became
heavy,
and
he
felt
he
had
to
speak.
So
he
whispered:
“Hucky,
do
you
think
the
dead
people
like
us
being
here?”
Huckleberry
whispered
back:
“I
wish
I
knew.
It’s
really
solemn,
isn’t
it?”
“I
bet
it
is.”
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