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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 13, Página 1
Tom’s
mind
was
made
up
now.
He
was
gloomy
and
desperate.
He
was
a
forsaken,
friendless
boy,
he
said;
nobody
loved
him;
when
they
found
out
what
they
had
driven
him
to,
perhaps
they
would
be
sorry;
he
had
tried
to
do
right
and
get
along,
but
they
would
not
let
him;
since
nothing
would
do
them
but
to
be
rid
of
him,
let
it
be
so;
and
let
them
blame
him
for
the
consequences—why
shouldn’t
they?
What
right
had
the
friendless
to
complain?
Yes,
they
had
forced
him
to
it
at
last:
he
would
lead
a
life
of
crime.
There
was
no
choice.
By
this
time
he
was
far
down
Meadow
Lane,
and
the
bell
for
school
to
“take
up”
tinkled
faintly
upon
his
ear.
He
sobbed,
now,
to
think
he
should
never,
never
hear
that
old
familiar
sound
any
more—it
was
very
hard,
but
it
was
forced
on
him;
since
he
was
driven
out
into
the
cold
world,
he
must
submit—but
he
forgave
them.
Then
the
sobs
came
thick
and
fast.
Just
at
this
point
he
met
his
soul’s
sworn
comrade,
Joe
Harper—hard-eyed,
and
with
evidently
a
great
and
dismal
purpose
in
his
heart.
Plainly
here
were
“two
souls
with
but
a
single
thought.”
Tom,
wiping
his
eyes
with
his
sleeve,
began
to
blubber
out
something
about
a
resolution
to
escape
from
hard
usage
and
lack
of
sympathy
at
home
by
roaming
abroad
into
the
great
world
never
to
return;
and
ended
by
hoping
that
Joe
would
not
forget
him.
But
it
transpired
that
this
was
a
request
which
Joe
had
just
been
going
to
make
of
Tom,
and
had
come
to
hunt
him
up
for
that
purpose.
His
mother
had
whipped
him
for
drinking
some
cream
which
he
had
never
tasted
and
knew
nothing
about;
it
was
plain
that
she
was
tired
of
him
and
wished
him
to
go;
if
she
felt
that
way,
there
was
nothing
for
him
to
do
but
succumb;
he
hoped
she
would
be
happy,
and
never
regret
having
driven
her
poor
boy
out
into
the
unfeeling
world
to
suffer
and
die.
As
the
two
boys
walked
sorrowing
along,
they
made
a
new
compact
to
stand
by
each
other
and
be
brothers
and
never
separate
till
death
relieved
them
of
their
troubles.
Then
they
began
to
lay
their
plans.
Joe
was
for
being
a
hermit,
and
living
on
crusts
in
a
remote
cave,
and
dying,
some
time,
of
cold
and
want
and
grief;
but
after
listening
to
Tom,
he
conceded
that
there
were
some
conspicuous
advantages
about
a
life
of
crime,
and
so
he
consented
to
be
a
pirate.
Three
miles
below
St.
Petersburg,
at
a
point
where
the
Mississippi
River
was
a
trifle
over
a
mile
wide,
there
was
a
long,
narrow,
wooded
island,
with
a
shallow
bar
at
the
head
of
it,
and
this
offered
well
as
a
rendezvous.
It
was
not
inhabited;
it
lay
far
over
toward
the
further
shore,
abreast
a
dense
and
almost
wholly
unpeopled
forest.
So
Jackson’s
Island
was
chosen.
Who
were
to
be
the
subjects
of
their
piracies
was
a
matter
that
did
not
occur
to
them.
Then
they
hunted
up
Huckleberry
Finn,
and
he
joined
them
promptly,
for
all
careers
were
one
to
him;
he
was
indifferent.
They
presently
separated
to
meet
at
a
lonely
spot
on
the
river-bank
two
miles
above
the
village
at
the
favorite
hour—which
was
midnight.
There
was
a
small
log
raft
there
which
they
meant
to
capture.
Each
would
bring
hooks
and
lines,
and
such
provision
as
he
could
steal
in
the
most
dark
and
mysterious
way—as
became
outlaws.
And
before
the
afternoon
was
done,
they
had
all
managed
to
enjoy
the
sweet
glory
of
spreading
the
fact
that
pretty
soon
the
town
would
“hear
something.”
All
who
got
this
vague
hint
were
cautioned
to
“be
mum
and
wait.”
About
midnight
Tom
arrived
with
a
boiled
ham
and
a
few
trifles,
and
stopped
in
a
dense
undergrowth
on
a
small
bluff
overlooking
the
meeting-place.
It
was
starlight,
and
very
still.
The
mighty
river
lay
like
an
ocean
at
rest.
Tom
listened
a
moment,
but
no
sound
disturbed
the
quiet.
Then
he
gave
a
low,
distinct
whistle.
It
was
answered
from
under
the
bluff.
Tom
whistled
twice
more;
these
signals
were
answered
in
the
same
way.
Then
a
guarded
voice
said:
“Who
goes
there?”
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