The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. ILLUSTRATED. : Illustrated by True Williams (Mobi Classics)Plain Label Books, 2008 - 197 pages The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, by Mark Twain, is a popular 1876 novel about a young boy growing up in the Antebellum South on the Mississippi River in the fictional town of St. Petersburg, Missouri. Tom Sawyer, a mischievous orphan taken in by his Aunt Polly, goes through a series of adventures involving his friends, Joe Harper and Huckleberry Finn. Tom is an escape master, and a professional trickster. The best known passage in the book describes how Sawyer persuades his friends to whitewash, or paint, a long fence for him. -- Excerpted from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Intuitive navigatio. |
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Page 21 - Tom contemplated the boy a bit, and said: "What do you call work?" "Why, ain't that work?" Tom resumed his whitewashing, and answered, carelessly: "Well, maybe it is, and maybe it ain't. All I know is, it suits Tom Sawyer.
Page 6 - I'ma laying up sin and suffering for us both, I know. He's full of the Old Scratch, but laws-a-me! he's my own dead sister's boy, poor thing, and I ain't got the heart to lash him, somehow. Every time I let him off, my conscience does hurt me so, and every time I hit him my old heart most breaks. Well-a-well, man that is born of woman is of few days and full of trouble, as the Scripture says, and I reckon it's so.
Page 213 - There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy's life when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure.
Page 247 - I'll sleep all day and I'll stand watch all night." "That's all right. Now, where you going to sleep?" ** In Ben Rogers* hayloft. He lets me, and so does his pap's nigger man, Uncle Jake. I tote water for Uncle Jake whenever he wants me to, and any time I ask him he gives me a little something to eat if he can spare it. That's a mighty good nigger, Tom. He likes me, becuz I don't ever act as if I was above him. Sometimes I've set right down and eat with him. But you needn't tell that. A body's got...
Page 144 - But this memory was too much for the old lady, and she broke entirely down. Tom was snuffling, now, himself -and more in pity of himself than anybody else. He could hear Mary crying, and putting in a kindly word for him from time to time. He began to have a nobler opinion of himself than ever before. Still, he was sufficiently touched by his aunt's grief to long to rush out from under the bed and overwhelm her with joy -and the theatrical gorgeousness of the thing appealed strongly to his nature,...
Page 164 - Suddenly the minister shouted at the top of his voice: "Praise God from whom all blessings flow SING! and put your hearts in it!" And they did. Old Hundred swelled up with a triumphant burst, and while it shook the rafters Tom Sawyer the Pirate looked around upon the envying juveniles about him and confessed in his heart that this was the proudest moment of his life. As the "sold...
Page 20 - Come — out with your spring-line— what're you about there! Take a turn round that stump with the bight of it! Stand by that stage, now — let her go! Done with the engines, sir! Ting-a-ling-ling! SH'T! S'H'T! SH'T!" (Trying the gauge-cocks). Tom went on whitewashing paid no attention to the steamboat. Ben stared a moment and then said: "Hi-yi! You're up a stump-\ ain't you!
Page 18 - Tom was whitewashing with vigor, and Aunt Polly was retiring from the field with a slipper in her hand and triumph in her eye. But Tom's energy did not last. He began to think of the fun he had planned for this day, and his sorrows multiplied. Soon the free boys would come tripping along on all sorts of delicious expeditions, and they would make a world of fun of him for having to work — the very thought of it burnt him like fire. He got out his worldly wealth and examined it — bits of toys,...
Page 3 - TOM!" No answer. "What's gone with that boy, I wonder? You, TOM!" No answer. The old lady pulled her spectacles down and looked over them about the room; then she put them up and looked out under them. She seldom or never looked THROUGH them for so small a thing as a boy; they were her state pair, the pride of her heart, and were built for "style," not service— she could have seen through a pair of stove-lids just as well.
Page 22 - I'd like to, honest injun; but Aunt Polly -well, Jim wanted to do it, but she wouldn't let him; Sid wanted to do it, and she wouldn't let Sid. Now don't you see how I'm fixed? If you was to tackle this fence and anything was to happen to it-" "Oh, shucks, I'll be just as careful. Now lemme try. Say -I'll give you the core of my apple.