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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 14, Página 1
When
Tom
woke
up
in
the
morning,
he
was
unsure
of
his
surroundings.
He
sat
up,
rubbed
his
eyes,
and
looked
around.
Then
he
remembered.
It
was
the
cool
gray
dawn,
and
there
was
a
wonderful
feeling
of
rest
and
peace
in
the
deep
calm
and
silence
of
the
woods.
Not
a
leaf
moved;
not
a
sound
disturbed
Nature’s
deep
thought.
Dewdrops
sparkled
on
the
leaves
and
grass.
The
fire
was
covered
with
a
white
layer
of
ashes,
and
a
thin
blue
line
of
smoke
rose
straight
into
the
air.
Joe
and
Huck
were
still
asleep.
In
the
distance,
a
bird
called
out;
another
replied;
soon
the
tapping
of
a
woodpecker
was
heard.
Gradually,
the
cool
gray
morning
brightened,
and
sounds
increased
as
life
awoke.
Tom
watched
in
wonder
as
Nature
shook
off
sleep
and
began
its
day.
A
small
green
worm
crawled
over
a
dewy
leaf,
lifting
part
of
its
body
into
the
air
now
and
then,
“sniffing
around,”
before
moving
on—Tom
said
it
was
measuring.
As
the
worm
approached
him,
Tom
sat
as
still
as
a
stone,
his
hopes
rising
and
falling
as
it
moved
closer
or
seemed
to
turn
away.
When
it
finally
decided
to
come
onto
Tom’s
leg
and
continue
its
journey,
he
was
thrilled—it
meant
he
would
get
a
new
suit
of
clothes,
surely
a
bright
pirate
uniform.
Soon,
a
line
of
ants
appeared
out
of
nowhere,
busy
with
their
tasks;
one
carried
a
dead
spider
five
times
its
size
up
a
tree.
A
brown
spotted
ladybug
climbed
a
tall
blade
of
grass,
and
Tom
leaned
in
close
and
said,
“Ladybug,
ladybug,
fly
away
home,
your
house
is
on
fire,
your
children
are
alone.”
She
flew
off
to
check,
which
didn’t
surprise
Tom,
as
he
knew
this
insect
easily
believed
in
such
things,
and
he
had
tricked
it
before.
A
tumblebug
came
next,
pushing
its
ball,
and
Tom
touched
it
to
see
it
curl
up
and
pretend
to
be
dead.
By
now,
the
birds
were
in
full
swing.
A
catbird,
the
Northern
mocker,
perched
in
a
tree
above
Tom
and
joyfully
mimicked
its
neighbors.
Then
a
bright
blue
jay
swooped
down,
landed
on
a
branch
almost
within
Tom’s
reach,
tilted
its
head,
and
curiously
watched
the
newcomers.
A
gray
squirrel
and
a
larger
fox
squirrel
scampered
by,
stopping
now
and
then
to
observe
and
chatter
at
the
boys,
as
they
had
likely
never
seen
humans
before
and
weren’t
sure
whether
to
be
scared.
All
of
Nature
was
awake
and
lively
now;
long
beams
of
sunlight
pierced
through
the
dense
leaves,
and
a
few
butterflies
flitted
into
view.
Tom
woke
the
other
pirates,
and
they
all
ran
off
with
a
shout,
quickly
stripping
and
chasing
each
other
through
the
shallow,
clear
water
of
the
white
sandbar.
They
didn’t
miss
the
little
village
sleeping
in
the
distance
beyond
the
vast
water.
A
wandering
current
or
a
slight
rise
in
the
river
had
taken
their
raft
away,
but
this
pleased
them,
as
it
felt
like
burning
the
bridge
to
civilization.
They
returned
to
camp
feeling
refreshed,
happy,
and
hungry;
soon
they
had
the
campfire
blazing
again.
Huck
found
a
spring
of
clear,
cold
water
nearby,
and
they
made
cups
from
broad
oak
or
hickory
leaves,
feeling
that
water,
with
its
wild
charm,
was
a
good
enough
substitute
for
coffee.
While
Joe
was
slicing
bacon
for
breakfast,
Tom
and
Huck
asked
him
to
wait
a
moment;
they
went
to
a
promising
spot
by
the
riverbank
and
cast
their
lines.
Almost
immediately,
they
were
rewarded.
Joe
didn’t
have
time
to
get
impatient
before
they
returned
with
some
fine
bass,
a
couple
of
sun-perch,
and
a
small
catfish—enough
food
for
quite
a
family.
They
fried
the
fish
with
the
bacon
and
were
amazed;
no
fish
had
ever
tasted
so
good.
They
didn’t
realize
that
the
quicker
a
freshwater
fish
is
cooked
after
being
caught,
the
better
it
tastes.
They
also
didn’t
think
much
about
how
sleeping,
exercising,
and
bathing
in
the
open
air,
along
with
a
big
dose
of
hunger,
made
everything
taste
better.
After
breakfast,
they
lounged
in
the
shade
while
Huck
had
a
smoke,
then
set
off
through
the
woods
on
an
adventure.
They
walked
cheerfully
over
decaying
logs,
through
tangled
underbrush,
among
the
towering
trees
draped
with
grapevines.
Occasionally,
they
found
cozy
spots
carpeted
with
grass
and
dotted
with
flowers.
They
found
many
things
to
enjoy
but
nothing
that
surprised
them.
They
discovered
that
the
island
was
about
three
miles
long
and
a
quarter
of
a
mile
wide,
and
the
nearest
shore
was
only
separated
by
a
narrow
channel
about
two
hundred
yards
wide.
They
swam
about
every
hour,
so
it
was
nearly
afternoon
when
they
returned
to
camp.
They
were
too
hungry
to
stop
and
fish,
but
they
feasted
on
cold
ham
and
then
lay
down
in
the
shade
to
talk.
However,
the
conversation
soon
slowed
and
stopped.
The
stillness,
the
solemn
atmosphere
of
the
woods,
and
the
feeling
of
loneliness
began
to
affect
the
boys’
spirits.
They
started
to
think.
A
vague
longing
crept
over
them.
It
soon
took
shape—it
was
the
beginning
of
homesickness.
Even
Finn
the
Red-Handed
was
dreaming
of
his
doorstep
and
empty
barrels.
But
they
were
all
too
ashamed
of
their
weakness
to
speak
of
it.
For
a
while,
the
boys
had
been
vaguely
aware
of
a
strange
sound
in
the
distance,
like
the
ticking
of
a
clock
that
you
don’t
really
notice.
But
now
this
mysterious
sound
became
clearer
and
demanded
attention.
The
boys
started,
looked
at
each
other,
and
then
listened
intently.
There
was
a
long,
deep
silence;
then
a
low,
sullen
boom
echoed
from
afar.
“What
is
it!”
Joe
whispered.
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