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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 2, Página 1
Saturday
morning
arrived,
and
the
whole
summer
world
was
vibrant
and
alive.
Everyone
seemed
to
have
a
song
in
their
heart,
and
if
they
were
young,
they
sang
out
loud.
Faces
were
cheerful,
and
there
was
a
bounce
in
every
step.
The
locust-trees
were
blooming,
and
their
sweet
scent
filled
the
air.
Cardiff
Hill,
beyond
and
above
the
village,
was
lush
and
green,
appearing
like
a
dreamy
and
inviting
paradise.
Tom
appeared
on
the
sidewalk
with
a
bucket
of
whitewash
and
a
long-handled
brush.
He
looked
at
the
fence,
and
his
happiness
vanished,
replaced
by
deep
sadness.
Thirty
yards
of
fence,
nine
feet
high.
Life
felt
empty
to
him,
and
existence
seemed
burdensome.
Sighing,
he
dipped
his
brush
and
painted
the
top
plank;
he
repeated
this,
then
compared
the
small
whitewashed
patch
to
the
vast
unpainted
fence,
and
sat
down
on
a
tree-box,
discouraged.
Jim
came
skipping
out
of
the
gate
with
a
tin
pail,
singing
"Buffalo
Gals."
Fetching
water
from
the
town
pump
had
always
been
a
chore
Tom
disliked,
but
now
it
didn’t
seem
so
bad.
He
remembered
the
company
at
the
pump.
White,
mulatto,
and
black
boys
and
girls
were
always
there,
waiting,
resting,
trading
toys,
arguing,
fighting,
playing.
Although
the
pump
was
only
a
hundred
and
fifty
yards
away,
Jim
never
returned
with
water
in
less
than
an
hour—and
even
then,
someone
often
had
to
fetch
him.
Tom
said:
“Say,
Jim,
I’ll
get
the
water
if
you’ll
whitewash
some.”
Jim
shook
his
head
and
said:
“Can’t,
Master
Tom.
Missus
told
me
to
get
this
water
and
not
to
fool
around
with
anyone.
She
said
she
expected
Master
Tom
would
ask
me
to
whitewash,
and
so
she
told
me
to
mind
my
own
business—she
said
she’d
handle
the
whitewashing.”
“Oh,
don’t
worry
about
what
she
said,
Jim.
She
always
talks
like
that.
Give
me
the
bucket—I’ll
be
gone
just
a
minute.
She’ll
never
know.”
“Oh,
I
daren’t,
Master
Tom.
Missus
would
tear
my
head
off,
she
really
would.”
“She!
She
never
hits
anyone—just
taps
them
on
the
head
with
her
thimble—and
who
cares
about
that?
She
talks
a
lot,
but
words
don’t
hurt—unless
she
cries.
Jim,
I’ll
give
you
a
marble.
I’ll
give
you
a
white
alley!”
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