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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 7, Página 1
The
harder
Tom
tried
to
fasten
his
mind
on
his
book,
the
more
his
ideas
wandered.
So
at
last,
with
a
sigh
and
a
yawn,
he
gave
it
up.
It
seemed
to
him
that
the
noon
recess
would
never
come.
The
air
was
utterly
dead.
There
was
not
a
breath
stirring.
It
was
the
sleepiest
of
sleepy
days.
The
drowsing
murmur
of
the
five
and
twenty
studying
scholars
soothed
the
soul
like
the
spell
that
is
in
the
murmur
of
bees.
Away
off
in
the
flaming
sunshine,
Cardiff
Hill
lifted
its
soft
green
sides
through
a
shimmering
veil
of
heat,
tinted
with
the
purple
of
distance;
a
few
birds
floated
on
lazy
wing
high
in
the
air;
no
other
living
thing
was
visible
but
some
cows,
and
they
were
asleep.
Tom’s
heart
ached
to
be
free,
or
else
to
have
something
of
interest
to
do
to
pass
the
dreary
time.
His
hand
wandered
into
his
pocket
and
his
face
lit
up
with
a
glow
of
gratitude
that
was
prayer,
though
he
did
not
know
it.
Then
furtively
the
percussion-cap
box
came
out.
He
released
the
tick
and
put
him
on
the
long
flat
desk.
The
creature
probably
glowed
with
a
gratitude
that
amounted
to
prayer,
too,
at
this
moment,
but
it
was
premature:
for
when
he
started
thankfully
to
travel
off,
Tom
turned
him
aside
with
a
pin
and
made
him
take
a
new
direction.
Tom’s
bosom
friend
sat
next
him,
suffering
just
as
Tom
had
been,
and
now
he
was
deeply
and
gratefully
interested
in
this
entertainment
in
an
instant.
This
bosom
friend
was
Joe
Harper.
The
two
boys
were
sworn
friends
all
the
week,
and
embattled
enemies
on
Saturdays.
Joe
took
a
pin
out
of
his
lapel
and
began
to
assist
in
exercising
the
prisoner.
The
sport
grew
in
interest
momently.
Soon
Tom
said
that
they
were
interfering
with
each
other,
and
neither
getting
the
fullest
benefit
of
the
tick.
So
he
put
Joe’s
slate
on
the
desk
and
drew
a
line
down
the
middle
of
it
from
top
to
bottom.
“Now,”
said
he,
“as
long
as
he
is
on
your
side
you
can
stir
him
up
and
I’ll
let
him
alone;
but
if
you
let
him
get
away
and
get
on
my
side,
you’re
to
leave
him
alone
as
long
as
I
can
keep
him
from
crossing
over.”
“All
right,
go
ahead;
start
him
up.”
The
tick
escaped
from
Tom,
presently,
and
crossed
the
equator.
Joe
harassed
him
awhile,
and
then
he
got
away
and
crossed
back
again.
This
change
of
base
occurred
often.
While
one
boy
was
worrying
the
tick
with
absorbing
interest,
the
other
would
look
on
with
interest
as
strong,
the
two
heads
bowed
together
over
the
slate,
and
the
two
souls
dead
to
all
things
else.
At
last
luck
seemed
to
settle
and
abide
with
Joe.
The
tick
tried
this,
that,
and
the
other
course,
and
got
as
excited
and
as
anxious
as
the
boys
themselves,
but
time
and
again
just
as
he
would
have
victory
in
his
very
grasp,
so
to
speak,
and
Tom’s
fingers
would
be
twitching
to
begin,
Joe’s
pin
would
deftly
head
him
off,
and
keep
possession.
At
last
Tom
could
stand
it
no
longer.
The
temptation
was
too
strong.
So
he
reached
out
and
lent
a
hand
with
his
pin.
Joe
was
angry
in
a
moment.
Said
he:
“Tom,
you
let
him
alone.”
“I
only
just
want
to
stir
him
up
a
little,
Joe.”
“No,
sir,
it
ain’t
fair;
you
just
let
him
alone.”
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