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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 16, Página 1
After
dinner
all
the
gang
turned
out
to
hunt
for
turtle
eggs
on
the
bar.
They
went
about
poking
sticks
into
the
sand,
and
when
they
found
a
soft
place
they
went
down
on
their
knees
and
dug
with
their
hands.
Sometimes
they
would
take
fifty
or
sixty
eggs
out
of
one
hole.
They
were
perfectly
round
white
things
a
trifle
smaller
than
an
English
walnut.
They
had
a
famous
fried-egg
feast
that
night,
and
another
on
Friday
morning.
After
breakfast
they
went
whooping
and
prancing
out
on
the
bar,
and
chased
each
other
round
and
round,
shedding
clothes
as
they
went,
until
they
were
naked,
and
then
continued
the
frolic
far
away
up
the
shoal
water
of
the
bar,
against
the
stiff
current,
which
latter
tripped
their
legs
from
under
them
from
time
to
time
and
greatly
increased
the
fun.
And
now
and
then
they
stooped
in
a
group
and
splashed
water
in
each
other’s
faces
with
their
palms,
gradually
approaching
each
other,
with
averted
faces
to
avoid
the
strangling
sprays,
and
finally
gripping
and
struggling
till
the
best
man
ducked
his
neighbor,
and
then
they
all
went
under
in
a
tangle
of
white
legs
and
arms
and
came
up
blowing,
sputtering,
laughing,
and
gasping
for
breath
at
one
and
the
same
time.
When
they
were
well
exhausted,
they
would
run
out
and
sprawl
on
the
dry,
hot
sand,
and
lie
there
and
cover
themselves
up
with
it,
and
by
and
by
break
for
the
water
again
and
go
through
the
original
performance
once
more.
Finally
it
occurred
to
them
that
their
naked
skin
represented
flesh-colored
“tights”
very
fairly;
so
they
drew
a
ring
in
the
sand
and
had
a
circus—with
three
clowns
in
it,
for
none
would
yield
this
proudest
post
to
his
neighbor.
Next
they
got
their
marbles
and
played
“knucks”
and
“ringtaw”
and
“keeps”
till
that
amusement
grew
stale.
Then
Joe
and
Huck
had
another
swim,
but
Tom
would
not
venture,
because
he
found
that
in
kicking
off
his
trousers
he
had
kicked
his
string
of
rattlesnake
rattles
off
his
ankle,
and
he
wondered
how
he
had
escaped
cramp
so
long
without
the
protection
of
this
mysterious
charm.
He
did
not
venture
again
until
he
had
found
it,
and
by
that
time
the
other
boys
were
tired
and
ready
to
rest.
They
gradually
wandered
apart,
dropped
into
the
“dumps,”
and
fell
to
gazing
longingly
across
the
wide
river
to
where
the
village
lay
drowsing
in
the
sun.
Tom
found
himself
writing
“BECKY”
in
the
sand
with
his
big
toe;
he
scratched
it
out,
and
was
angry
with
himself
for
his
weakness.
But
he
wrote
it
again,
nevertheless;
he
could
not
help
it.
He
erased
it
once
more
and
then
took
himself
out
of
temptation
by
driving
the
other
boys
together
and
joining
them.
But
Joe’s
spirits
had
gone
down
almost
beyond
resurrection.
He
was
so
homesick
that
he
could
hardly
endure
the
misery
of
it.
The
tears
lay
very
near
the
surface.
Huck
was
melancholy,
too.
Tom
was
downhearted,
but
tried
hard
not
to
show
it.
He
had
a
secret
which
he
was
not
ready
to
tell,
yet,
but
if
this
mutinous
depression
was
not
broken
up
soon,
he
would
have
to
bring
it
out.
He
said,
with
a
great
show
of
cheerfulness:
“I
bet
there’s
been
pirates
on
this
island
before,
boys.
We’ll
explore
it
again.
They’ve
hid
treasures
here
somewhere.
How’d
you
feel
to
light
on
a
rotten
chest
full
of
gold
and
silver—hey?”
But
it
roused
only
faint
enthusiasm,
which
faded
out,
with
no
reply.
Tom
tried
one
or
two
other
seductions;
but
they
failed,
too.
It
was
discouraging
work.
Joe
sat
poking
up
the
sand
with
a
stick
and
looking
very
gloomy.
Finally
he
said:
“Oh,
boys,
let’s
give
it
up.
I
want
to
go
home.
It’s
so
lonesome.”
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