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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 13, Página 1
Tom
had
made
up
his
mind.
He
was
feeling
gloomy
and
desperate.
He
thought
of
himself
as
a
forsaken,
friendless
boy;
nobody
cared
for
him.
Maybe
once
they
saw
what
they
had
pushed
him
to,
they'd
feel
sorry.
He
had
tried
to
do
the
right
thing
and
get
along,
but
they
wouldn't
let
him.
Since
they
wanted
to
be
rid
of
him,
let
it
be
so,
and
let
them
blame
him
for
what
happened—why
shouldn't
they?
What
right
did
the
friendless
have
to
complain?
Yes,
they
had
forced
him
to
this
point:
he
would
lead
a
life
of
crime.
There
was
no
other
choice.
By
now,
he
was
far
down
Meadow
Lane,
and
the
school
bell
tinkled
faintly
in
his
ears.
He
sobbed
at
the
thought
that
he
would
never
hear
that
familiar
sound
again—it
was
tough,
but
he
had
no
choice.
Since
he
was
pushed
out
into
the
cold
world,
he
had
to
accept
it—but
he
forgave
them.
Then
the
sobs
came
thick
and
fast.
Just
then,
he
met
his
sworn
comrade,
Joe
Harper—hard-eyed
and
clearly
with
a
serious
purpose
in
his
heart.
It
was
obvious
these
were
"two
souls
with
but
a
single
thought."
Tom,
wiping
his
eyes
with
his
sleeve,
started
to
blubber
about
his
decision
to
escape
from
the
hard
treatment
and
lack
of
sympathy
at
home
by
roaming
the
world
and
never
returning.
He
ended
by
hoping
Joe
would
not
forget
him.
But
it
turned
out
Joe
had
come
to
make
the
same
request
of
Tom.
His
mother
had
whipped
him
for
drinking
some
cream
he
hadn't
tasted
and
knew
nothing
about;
it
was
clear
she
was
tired
of
him
and
wanted
him
gone.
If
she
felt
that
way,
he
had
no
choice
but
to
give
in.
He
hoped
she'd
be
happy
and
never
regret
driving
her
poor
boy
out
into
the
uncaring
world
to
suffer
and
die.
As
the
two
boys
walked
along
in
sorrow,
they
made
a
pact
to
stand
by
each
other
and
be
like
brothers,
never
separating
until
death
relieved
them
of
their
troubles.
Then
they
began
to
plan.
Joe
wanted
to
be
a
hermit,
living
on
crusts
in
a
remote
cave,
dying
someday
of
cold,
hunger,
and
grief.
But
after
listening
to
Tom,
he
agreed
there
were
advantages
to
a
life
of
crime,
so
he
decided
to
become
a
pirate.
Three
miles
below
St.
Petersburg,
where
the
Mississippi
River
was
a
little
over
a
mile
wide,
there
was
a
long,
narrow,
wooded
island
with
a
shallow
bar
at
its
head,
perfect
for
a
hideout.
It
was
uninhabited,
lying
far
toward
the
distant
shore,
next
to
a
dense
and
almost
deserted
forest.
So
they
chose
Jackson’s
Island.
Who
their
piracy
victims
would
be
never
crossed
their
minds.
They
then
found
Huckleberry
Finn,
who
joined
them
eagerly,
as
any
career
was
fine
with
him;
he
was
indifferent.
They
soon
parted
to
meet
at
a
lonely
spot
on
the
riverbank
two
miles
above
the
village
at
their
favorite
hour—midnight.
There
was
a
small
log
raft
they
planned
to
capture.
Each
would
bring
hooks
and
lines
and
whatever
provisions
they
could
steal
in
a
dark
and
mysterious
way—fitting
for
outlaws.
Before
the
afternoon
was
over,
they
had
spread
the
word
that
soon
the
town
would
"hear
something."
Everyone
who
got
this
vague
hint
was
told
to
"keep
quiet
and
wait."
Around
midnight,
Tom
arrived
with
a
boiled
ham
and
a
few
small
items,
stopping
in
a
dense
undergrowth
on
a
small
bluff
overlooking
the
meeting
place.
It
was
starlit
and
very
still.
The
mighty
river
lay
like
an
ocean
at
peace.
Tom
listened
for
a
moment,
but
no
sound
broke
the
silence.
Then
he
gave
a
low,
clear
whistle.
It
was
answered
from
under
the
bluff.
Tom
whistled
twice
more;
these
signals
were
answered
in
the
same
way.
Then
a
cautious
voice
said:
“Who
goes
there?”
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