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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 14, Página 1
When
Tom
awoke
in
the
morning,
he
wondered
where
he
was.
He
sat
up
and
rubbed
his
eyes
and
looked
around.
Then
he
comprehended.
It
was
the
cool
gray
dawn,
and
there
was
a
delicious
sense
of
repose
and
peace
in
the
deep
pervading
calm
and
silence
of
the
woods.
Not
a
leaf
stirred;
not
a
sound
obtruded
upon
great
Nature’s
meditation.
Beaded
dewdrops
stood
upon
the
leaves
and
grasses.
A
white
layer
of
ashes
covered
the
fire,
and
a
thin
blue
breath
of
smoke
rose
straight
into
the
air.
Joe
and
Huck
still
slept.
Now,
far
away
in
the
woods
a
bird
called;
another
answered;
presently
the
hammering
of
a
woodpecker
was
heard.
Gradually
the
cool
dim
gray
of
the
morning
whitened,
and
as
gradually
sounds
multiplied
and
life
manifested
itself.
The
marvel
of
Nature
shaking
off
sleep
and
going
to
work
unfolded
itself
to
the
musing
boy.
A
little
green
worm
came
crawling
over
a
dewy
leaf,
lifting
two-thirds
of
his
body
into
the
air
from
time
to
time
and
“sniffing
around,”
then
proceeding
again—for
he
was
measuring,
Tom
said;
and
when
the
worm
approached
him,
of
its
own
accord,
he
sat
as
still
as
a
stone,
with
his
hopes
rising
and
falling,
by
turns,
as
the
creature
still
came
toward
him
or
seemed
inclined
to
go
elsewhere;
and
when
at
last
it
considered
a
painful
moment
with
its
curved
body
in
the
air
and
then
came
decisively
down
upon
Tom’s
leg
and
began
a
journey
over
him,
his
whole
heart
was
glad—for
that
meant
that
he
was
going
to
have
a
new
suit
of
clothes—without
the
shadow
of
a
doubt
a
gaudy
piratical
uniform.
Now
a
procession
of
ants
appeared,
from
nowhere
in
particular,
and
went
about
their
labors;
one
struggled
manfully
by
with
a
dead
spider
five
times
as
big
as
itself
in
its
arms,
and
lugged
it
straight
up
a
tree-trunk.
A
brown
spotted
lady-bug
climbed
the
dizzy
height
of
a
grass
blade,
and
Tom
bent
down
close
to
it
and
said,
“Lady-bug,
lady-bug,
fly
away
home,
your
house
is
on
fire,
your
children’s
alone,”
and
she
took
wing
and
went
off
to
see
about
it—which
did
not
surprise
the
boy,
for
he
knew
of
old
that
this
insect
was
credulous
about
conflagrations,
and
he
had
practised
upon
its
simplicity
more
than
once.
A
tumblebug
came
next,
heaving
sturdily
at
its
ball,
and
Tom
touched
the
creature,
to
see
it
shut
its
legs
against
its
body
and
pretend
to
be
dead.
The
birds
were
fairly
rioting
by
this
time.
A
catbird,
the
Northern
mocker,
lit
in
a
tree
over
Tom’s
head,
and
trilled
out
her
imitations
of
her
neighbors
in
a
rapture
of
enjoyment;
then
a
shrill
jay
swept
down,
a
flash
of
blue
flame,
and
stopped
on
a
twig
almost
within
the
boy’s
reach,
cocked
his
head
to
one
side
and
eyed
the
strangers
with
a
consuming
curiosity;
a
gray
squirrel
and
a
big
fellow
of
the
“fox”
kind
came
skurrying
along,
sitting
up
at
intervals
to
inspect
and
chatter
at
the
boys,
for
the
wild
things
had
probably
never
seen
a
human
being
before
and
scarcely
knew
whether
to
be
afraid
or
not.
All
Nature
was
wide
awake
and
stirring,
now;
long
lances
of
sunlight
pierced
down
through
the
dense
foliage
far
and
near,
and
a
few
butterflies
came
fluttering
upon
the
scene.
Tom
stirred
up
the
other
pirates
and
they
all
clattered
away
with
a
shout,
and
in
a
minute
or
two
were
stripped
and
chasing
after
and
tumbling
over
each
other
in
the
shallow
limpid
water
of
the
white
sandbar.
They
felt
no
longing
for
the
little
village
sleeping
in
the
distance
beyond
the
majestic
waste
of
water.
A
vagrant
current
or
a
slight
rise
in
the
river
had
carried
off
their
raft,
but
this
only
gratified
them,
since
its
going
was
something
like
burning
the
bridge
between
them
and
civilization.
They
came
back
to
camp
wonderfully
refreshed,
glad-hearted,
and
ravenous;
and
they
soon
had
the
camp-fire
blazing
up
again.
Huck
found
a
spring
of
clear
cold
water
close
by,
and
the
boys
made
cups
of
broad
oak
or
hickory
leaves,
and
felt
that
water,
sweetened
with
such
a
wildwood
charm
as
that,
would
be
a
good
enough
substitute
for
coffee.
While
Joe
was
slicing
bacon
for
breakfast,
Tom
and
Huck
asked
him
to
hold
on
a
minute;
they
stepped
to
a
promising
nook
in
the
river-bank
and
threw
in
their
lines;
almost
immediately
they
had
reward.
Joe
had
not
had
time
to
get
impatient
before
they
were
back
again
with
some
handsome
bass,
a
couple
of
sun-perch
and
a
small
catfish—provisions
enough
for
quite
a
family.
They
fried
the
fish
with
the
bacon,
and
were
astonished;
for
no
fish
had
ever
seemed
so
delicious
before.
They
did
not
know
that
the
quicker
a
fresh-water
fish
is
on
the
fire
after
he
is
caught
the
better
he
is;
and
they
reflected
little
upon
what
a
sauce
open-air
sleeping,
open-air
exercise,
bathing,
and
a
large
ingredient
of
hunger
make,
too.
They
lay
around
in
the
shade,
after
breakfast,
while
Huck
had
a
smoke,
and
then
went
off
through
the
woods
on
an
exploring
expedition.
They
tramped
gayly
along,
over
decaying
logs,
through
tangled
underbrush,
among
solemn
monarchs
of
the
forest,
hung
from
their
crowns
to
the
ground
with
a
drooping
regalia
of
grape-vines.
Now
and
then
they
came
upon
snug
nooks
carpeted
with
grass
and
jeweled
with
flowers.
They
found
plenty
of
things
to
be
delighted
with,
but
nothing
to
be
astonished
at.
They
discovered
that
the
island
was
about
three
miles
long
and
a
quarter
of
a
mile
wide,
and
that
the
shore
it
lay
closest
to
was
only
separated
from
it
by
a
narrow
channel
hardly
two
hundred
yards
wide.
They
took
a
swim
about
every
hour,
so
it
was
close
upon
the
middle
of
the
afternoon
when
they
got
back
to
camp.
They
were
too
hungry
to
stop
to
fish,
but
they
fared
sumptuously
upon
cold
ham,
and
then
threw
themselves
down
in
the
shade
to
talk.
But
the
talk
soon
began
to
drag,
and
then
died.
The
stillness,
the
solemnity
that
brooded
in
the
woods,
and
the
sense
of
loneliness,
began
to
tell
upon
the
spirits
of
the
boys.
They
fell
to
thinking.
A
sort
of
undefined
longing
crept
upon
them.
This
took
dim
shape,
presently—it
was
budding
homesickness.
Even
Finn
the
Red-Handed
was
dreaming
of
his
doorsteps
and
empty
hogsheads.
But
they
were
all
ashamed
of
their
weakness,
and
none
was
brave
enough
to
speak
his
thought.
For
some
time,
now,
the
boys
had
been
dully
conscious
of
a
peculiar
sound
in
the
distance,
just
as
one
sometimes
is
of
the
ticking
of
a
clock
which
he
takes
no
distinct
note
of.
But
now
this
mysterious
sound
became
more
pronounced,
and
forced
a
recognition.
The
boys
started,
glanced
at
each
other,
and
then
each
assumed
a
listening
attitude.
There
was
a
long
silence,
profound
and
unbroken;
then
a
deep,
sullen
boom
came
floating
down
out
of
the
distance.
“What
is
it!”
exclaimed
Joe,
under
his
breath.
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