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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 17, Página 2
But
that
attempt
at
glory
failed.
Most
of
the
boys
could
say
that,
so
it
lost
its
value.
The
group
drifted
away,
still
recalling
memories
of
the
lost
heroes
in
hushed
voices.
The
next
morning,
after
Sunday
school,
the
bell
tolled
instead
of
ringing
as
usual.
It
was
a
very
quiet
Sabbath,
and
the
mournful
sound
matched
the
reflective
silence
in
nature.
Villagers
gathered,
pausing
in
the
vestibule
to
whisper
about
the
sad
event.
Inside,
there
was
no
whispering;
only
the
sound
of
dresses
rustling
as
women
took
their
seats
broke
the
silence.
No
one
could
remember
when
the
church
had
been
so
full.
Finally,
there
was
a
waiting
pause,
an
expectant
silence,
and
Aunt
Polly
entered,
followed
by
Sid
and
Mary,
then
the
Harper
family,
all
in
deep
black.
The
entire
congregation,
including
the
old
minister,
rose
respectfully
until
the
mourners
were
seated
in
the
front
pew.
Silence
returned,
occasionally
broken
by
muffled
sobs,
until
the
minister
spread
his
hands
and
prayed.
A
moving
hymn
was
sung,
followed
by
the
text:
“I
am
the
Resurrection
and
the
Life.”
As
the
service
continued,
the
clergyman
painted
pictures
of
the
boys’
virtues,
their
charming
ways,
and
their
promising
futures.
Everyone
there,
recognizing
these
descriptions,
felt
a
pang
of
regret
for
having
ignored
them
before,
always
seeing
only
faults
in
the
boys.
The
minister
shared
touching
stories
from
their
lives,
showing
their
sweet,
generous
natures.
People
could
now
see
how
noble
those
moments
were,
remembering
with
sadness
that
at
the
time,
they
seemed
like
mischief
deserving
punishment.
The
congregation
became
increasingly
moved,
until
at
last,
everyone
joined
the
mourners
in
a
chorus
of
anguished
sobs,
even
the
preacher
crying
in
the
pulpit.
There
was
a
noise
in
the
gallery,
unnoticed
by
anyone;
a
moment
later
the
church
door
creaked.
The
minister
raised
his
tearful
eyes
from
his
handkerchief
and
stood
frozen!
One
after
another,
eyes
followed
his,
and
almost
as
one,
the
congregation
rose
and
stared
as
the
three
“dead”
boys
walked
up
the
aisle,
Tom
in
front,
Joe
next,
and
Huck,
a
mess
of
tattered
clothes,
sneaking
sheepishly
at
the
back!
They
had
been
hiding
in
the
unused
gallery,
listening
to
their
own
funeral
sermon!
Aunt
Polly,
Mary,
and
the
Harpers
rushed
to
their
returned
loved
ones,
covering
them
with
kisses
and
gratitude,
while
poor
Huck
stood
awkwardly,
unsure
of
what
to
do
or
where
to
hide
from
the
many
unwelcoming
eyes.
He
hesitated,
starting
to
slip
away,
but
Tom
grabbed
him
and
said:
“Aunt
Polly,
it’s
not
fair.
Someone
should
be
happy
to
see
Huck.”
“And
they
will
be.
I’m
happy
to
see
him,
poor
motherless
boy!”
Aunt
Polly’s
loving
attention
made
Huck
even
more
uncomfortable
than
before.
Suddenly,
the
minister
shouted
loudly:
“Praise
God
from
whom
all
blessings
flow—sing!—and
put
your
hearts
in
it!”
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