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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 15, Página 1
A
few
minutes
later
Tom
was
in
the
shoal
water
of
the
bar,
wading
toward
the
Illinois
shore.
Before
the
depth
reached
his
middle
he
was
halfway
over;
the
current
would
permit
no
more
wading,
now,
so
he
struck
out
confidently
to
swim
the
remaining
hundred
yards.
He
swam
quartering
upstream,
but
still
was
swept
downward
rather
faster
than
he
had
expected.
However,
he
reached
the
shore
finally,
and
drifted
along
till
he
found
a
low
place
and
drew
himself
out.
He
put
his
hand
on
his
jacket
pocket,
found
his
piece
of
bark
safe,
and
then
struck
through
the
woods,
following
the
shore,
with
streaming
garments.
Shortly
before
ten
o’clock
he
came
out
into
an
open
place
opposite
the
village,
and
saw
the
ferryboat
lying
in
the
shadow
of
the
trees
and
the
high
bank.
Everything
was
quiet
under
the
blinking
stars.
He
crept
down
the
bank,
watching
with
all
his
eyes,
slipped
into
the
water,
swam
three
or
four
strokes
and
climbed
into
the
skiff
that
did
“yawl”
duty
at
the
boat’s
stern.
He
laid
himself
down
under
the
thwarts
and
waited,
panting.
Presently
the
cracked
bell
tapped
and
a
voice
gave
the
order
to
“cast
off.”
A
minute
or
two
later
the
skiff’s
head
was
standing
high
up,
against
the
boat’s
swell,
and
the
voyage
was
begun.
Tom
felt
happy
in
his
success,
for
he
knew
it
was
the
boat’s
last
trip
for
the
night.
At
the
end
of
a
long
twelve
or
fifteen
minutes
the
wheels
stopped,
and
Tom
slipped
overboard
and
swam
ashore
in
the
dusk,
landing
fifty
yards
downstream,
out
of
danger
of
possible
stragglers.
He
flew
along
unfrequented
alleys,
and
shortly
found
himself
at
his
aunt’s
back
fence.
He
climbed
over,
approached
the
“ell,”
and
looked
in
at
the
sitting-room
window,
for
a
light
was
burning
there.
There
sat
Aunt
Polly,
Sid,
Mary,
and
Joe
Harper’s
mother,
grouped
together,
talking.
They
were
by
the
bed,
and
the
bed
was
between
them
and
the
door.
Tom
went
to
the
door
and
began
to
softly
lift
the
latch;
then
he
pressed
gently
and
the
door
yielded
a
crack;
he
continued
pushing
cautiously,
and
quaking
every
time
it
creaked,
till
he
judged
he
might
squeeze
through
on
his
knees;
so
he
put
his
head
through
and
began,
warily.
“What
makes
the
candle
blow
so?”
said
Aunt
Polly.
Tom
hurried
up.
“Why,
that
door’s
open,
I
believe.
Why,
of
course
it
is.
No
end
of
strange
things
now.
Go
’long
and
shut
it,
Sid.”
Tom
disappeared
under
the
bed
just
in
time.
He
lay
and
“breathed”
himself
for
a
time,
and
then
crept
to
where
he
could
almost
touch
his
aunt’s
foot.
“But
as
I
was
saying,”
said
Aunt
Polly,
“he
warn’t
bad,
so
to
say—only
mischeevous.
Only
just
giddy,
and
harum-scarum,
you
know.
He
warn’t
any
more
responsible
than
a
colt.
He
never
meant
any
harm,
and
he
was
the
best-hearted
boy
that
ever
was”—and
she
began
to
cry.
“It
was
just
so
with
my
Joe—always
full
of
his
devilment,
and
up
to
every
kind
of
mischief,
but
he
was
just
as
unselfish
and
kind
as
he
could
be—and
laws
bless
me,
to
think
I
went
and
whipped
him
for
taking
that
cream,
never
once
recollecting
that
I
throwed
it
out
myself
because
it
was
sour,
and
I
never
to
see
him
again
in
this
world,
never,
never,
never,
poor
abused
boy!”
And
Mrs.
Harper
sobbed
as
if
her
heart
would
break.
“I
hope
Tom’s
better
off
where
he
is,”
said
Sid,
“but
if
he’d
been
better
in
some
ways—”
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