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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 32, Página 1
Tuesday
afternoon
came,
and
waned
to
the
twilight.
The
village
of
St.
Petersburg
still
mourned.
The
lost
children
had
not
been
found.
Public
prayers
had
been
offered
up
for
them,
and
many
and
many
a
private
prayer
that
had
the
petitioner’s
whole
heart
in
it;
but
still
no
good
news
came
from
the
cave.
The
majority
of
the
searchers
had
given
up
the
quest
and
gone
back
to
their
daily
avocations,
saying
that
it
was
plain
the
children
could
never
be
found.
Mrs.
Thatcher
was
very
ill,
and
a
great
part
of
the
time
delirious.
People
said
it
was
heartbreaking
to
hear
her
call
her
child,
and
raise
her
head
and
listen
a
whole
minute
at
a
time,
then
lay
it
wearily
down
again
with
a
moan.
Aunt
Polly
had
drooped
into
a
settled
melancholy,
and
her
gray
hair
had
grown
almost
white.
The
village
went
to
its
rest
on
Tuesday
night,
sad
and
forlorn.
Away
in
the
middle
of
the
night
a
wild
peal
burst
from
the
village
bells,
and
in
a
moment
the
streets
were
swarming
with
frantic
half-clad
people,
who
shouted,
“Turn
out!
turn
out!
they’re
found!
they’re
found!”
Tin
pans
and
horns
were
added
to
the
din,
the
population
massed
itself
and
moved
toward
the
river,
met
the
children
coming
in
an
open
carriage
drawn
by
shouting
citizens,
thronged
around
it,
joined
its
homeward
march,
and
swept
magnificently
up
the
main
street
roaring
huzzah
after
huzzah!
The
village
was
illuminated;
nobody
went
to
bed
again;
it
was
the
greatest
night
the
little
town
had
ever
seen.
During
the
first
half-hour
a
procession
of
villagers
filed
through
Judge
Thatcher’s
house,
seized
the
saved
ones
and
kissed
them,
squeezed
Mrs.
Thatcher’s
hand,
tried
to
speak
but
couldn’t—and
drifted
out
raining
tears
all
over
the
place.
Aunt
Polly’s
happiness
was
complete,
and
Mrs.
Thatcher’s
nearly
so.
It
would
be
complete,
however,
as
soon
as
the
messenger
dispatched
with
the
great
news
to
the
cave
should
get
the
word
to
her
husband.
Tom
lay
upon
a
sofa
with
an
eager
auditory
about
him
and
told
the
history
of
the
wonderful
adventure,
putting
in
many
striking
additions
to
adorn
it
withal;
and
closed
with
a
description
of
how
he
left
Becky
and
went
on
an
exploring
expedition;
how
he
followed
two
avenues
as
far
as
his
kite-line
would
reach;
how
he
followed
a
third
to
the
fullest
stretch
of
the
kite-line,
and
was
about
to
turn
back
when
he
glimpsed
a
far-off
speck
that
looked
like
daylight;
dropped
the
line
and
groped
toward
it,
pushed
his
head
and
shoulders
through
a
small
hole,
and
saw
the
broad
Mississippi
rolling
by!
And
if
it
had
only
happened
to
be
night
he
would
not
have
seen
that
speck
of
daylight
and
would
not
have
explored
that
passage
any
more!
He
told
how
he
went
back
for
Becky
and
broke
the
good
news
and
she
told
him
not
to
fret
her
with
such
stuff,
for
she
was
tired,
and
knew
she
was
going
to
die,
and
wanted
to.
He
described
how
he
labored
with
her
and
convinced
her;
and
how
she
almost
died
for
joy
when
she
had
groped
to
where
she
actually
saw
the
blue
speck
of
daylight;
how
he
pushed
his
way
out
at
the
hole
and
then
helped
her
out;
how
they
sat
there
and
cried
for
gladness;
how
some
men
came
along
in
a
skiff
and
Tom
hailed
them
and
told
them
their
situation
and
their
famished
condition;
how
the
men
didn’t
believe
the
wild
tale
at
first,
“because,”
said
they,
“you
are
five
miles
down
the
river
below
the
valley
the
cave
is
in”—then
took
them
aboard,
rowed
to
a
house,
gave
them
supper,
made
them
rest
till
two
or
three
hours
after
dark
and
then
brought
them
home.
Before
day-dawn,
Judge
Thatcher
and
the
handful
of
searchers
with
him
were
tracked
out,
in
the
cave,
by
the
twine
clews
they
had
strung
behind
them,
and
informed
of
the
great
news.
Three
days
and
nights
of
toil
and
hunger
in
the
cave
were
not
to
be
shaken
off
at
once,
as
Tom
and
Becky
soon
discovered.
They
were
bedridden
all
of
Wednesday
and
Thursday,
and
seemed
to
grow
more
and
more
tired
and
worn,
all
the
time.
Tom
got
about,
a
little,
on
Thursday,
was
downtown
Friday,
and
nearly
as
whole
as
ever
Saturday;
but
Becky
did
not
leave
her
room
until
Sunday,
and
then
she
looked
as
if
she
had
passed
through
a
wasting
illness.
Tom
learned
of
Huck’s
sickness
and
went
to
see
him
on
Friday,
but
could
not
be
admitted
to
the
bedroom;
neither
could
he
on
Saturday
or
Sunday.
He
was
admitted
daily
after
that,
but
was
warned
to
keep
still
about
his
adventure
and
introduce
no
exciting
topic.
The
Widow
Douglas
stayed
by
to
see
that
he
obeyed.
At
home
Tom
learned
of
the
Cardiff
Hill
event;
also
that
the
“ragged
man’s”
body
had
eventually
been
found
in
the
river
near
the
ferry-landing;
he
had
been
drowned
while
trying
to
escape,
perhaps.
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