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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 33, Página 1
Within
minutes,
the
news
spread,
and
many
skiffs
full
of
men
headed
to
McDougal’s
cave,
with
a
ferryboat
following,
packed
with
passengers.
Tom
Sawyer
was
in
the
skiff
with
Judge
Thatcher.
When
they
unlocked
the
cave
door,
a
sad
scene
appeared
in
the
dim
light.
Injun
Joe
lay
dead
on
the
ground,
his
face
near
the
door
crack,
as
if
he
had
been
staring
at
the
light
of
the
outside
world
until
the
very
end.
Tom
felt
a
pang
of
sympathy,
understanding
from
his
own
experience
how
much
this
man
had
suffered.
He
felt
pity,
but
also
a
great
sense
of
relief
and
safety,
realizing
how
much
fear
he
had
carried
since
he
first
spoke
out
against
this
dangerous
man.
Injun
Joe’s
bowie
knife
lay
nearby,
its
blade
broken.
The
door’s
foundation
beam
had
been
chipped
and
hacked
with
great
effort,
but
it
was
pointless
since
the
rock
outside
was
too
tough
for
the
knife
to
damage.
Even
if
the
beam
had
been
cut
away,
Injun
Joe
couldn’t
have
squeezed
through
the
door,
and
he
knew
it.
He
hacked
at
the
beam
just
to
pass
the
time
and
occupy
his
mind.
Usually,
tourists
left
bits
of
candle
in
the
crevices,
but
none
were
there
now.
The
prisoner
had
found
and
eaten
them.
He
also
managed
to
catch
and
eat
a
few
bats,
leaving
only
their
claws.
The
poor
man
had
starved.
Nearby,
a
stalagmite
had
been
growing
slowly
from
the
ground,
formed
by
water
dripping
from
a
stalactite
above.
He
had
broken
it
off
and
placed
a
stone
on
the
stump,
carving
a
shallow
hollow
to
catch
a
precious
drop
that
fell
every
three
minutes—a
dessertspoonful
every
twenty-four
hours.
That
drop
had
been
falling
since
ancient
times,
through
countless
historical
events.”
It
still
falls
now
and
will
continue
long
after
these
events
fade
into
history.
Does
everything
have
a
purpose?
Did
this
drop
fall
for
thousands
of
years
just
to
meet
this
man’s
need,
and
does
it
have
another
purpose
in
the
future?
It
doesn’t
matter.
Many
years
have
passed
since
the
unfortunate
man
carved
the
stone,
but
tourists
still
linger
over
that
sad
stone
and
the
slow-falling
water
when
they
visit
McDougal’s
cave.
Injun
Joe’s
cup
is
the
cave’s
greatest
marvel,
even
more
than
“Aladdin’s
Palace.”
Injun
Joe
was
buried
near
the
cave
entrance,
and
people
came
by
boat
and
wagon
from
towns
and
farms
miles
around.
They
brought
their
children
and
supplies,
admitting
they
had
almost
as
good
a
time
at
the
funeral
as
they
would
have
at
a
hanging.
This
funeral
ended
the
petition
for
Injun
Joe’s
pardon.
Many
had
signed
it,
and
emotional
meetings
were
held,
with
a
group
of
sentimental
women
appointed
to
plead
with
the
governor.
Injun
Joe
was
believed
to
have
killed
five
villagers,
but
that
didn’t
matter.
Even
if
he
had
been
the
devil,
there
would
have
been
plenty
willing
to
sign
for
his
pardon
and
shed
a
tear
over
it.
The
morning
after
the
funeral,
Tom
took
Huck
aside
for
an
important
talk.
Huck
had
heard
about
Tom’s
adventure
from
the
Welshman
and
Widow
Douglas,
but
Tom
said
there
was
something
they
hadn’t
mentioned,
which
he
wanted
to
discuss
now.
Huck
looked
serious
and
said:
“I
know
what
it
is.
You
got
into
No.
2
and
only
found
whiskey.
Nobody
told
me
it
was
you,
but
I
knew
it
must
have
been
you
when
I
heard
about
the
whiskey.
I
knew
you
didn’t
get
the
money
because
you
would
have
found
a
way
to
tell
me,
even
if
you
kept
it
secret
from
everyone
else.
Tom,
I
always
felt
we’d
never
get
that
treasure.”
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