CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14<p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 1</i></p> <p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 2</i></p> <p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 3</i></p> <p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 4 </i></p> <p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 5 </i></p> <p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 6 </i></p> <p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 7 </i></p> <p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 8 </i></p> <p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 9</i></p> <p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 10 </i></p> <p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 11</i></p> <p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 12 </i></p> <p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 13</i></p> <p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 14 </i></p> <p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 15 </i></p> <p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 16</i></p> <p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 17 </i></p> <p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 18 </i></p> <p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 19 </i></p> <p align="left"><i>CHAPTER 20 </i></p> <i>。。。。。。。</i>显示全部信息免费在线读Youdon’t know about me without you have read a book by the name of TheAdventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain’t no matter. That book wasmade by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. There wasthings which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth. That is nothing.I never seen anybody but lied, one time or another, without it was AuntPolly, or the widow, or maybe Mary. Aunt Polly—Tom’s Aunt Polly, sheis—and Mary, and the Widow Douglas is all told about in that book— whichis mostly a true book—with some stretchers, as I said before.
Nowthe way that the book winds up is this: Tom and me found the money that therobbers hid in the cave, and it made us rich. We got six thousand dollarsapiece—all gold. It was an awful sight of money when it was piled up. Well,Judge Thatcher, he took it and put it out at interest, and it fetched us adollar a day apiece, all the year round—more than a body could tell what to dowith. The Widow Douglas, she took me for her son, and allowed she wouldsivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering howdismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn’tstand it no longer I lit out. I got into my old rags, and my sugar-hogsheadagain, and was free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer, he hunted me up and said hewas going to start a band of robbers, and I might join if I would go back to thewidow and be respectable. So I went back.
The widow she criedover me, and called me a poor lost lamb, and she called me a lot of othernames, too, but she never meant no harm by it. She put me in them new clothesagain, and I couldn’t do nothing but sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up.Well, then, the old thing commenced again. The widow rung a bell for supper,and you had to come to time. When you got to the table you couldn’t go right toeating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuck down her head and grumble alittle over the victuals, though there warn’t really anything the matter with them.That is, nothing only everything was cooked by itself. In a barrel of odds andends it is different; things get mixed up, and the juice kind of swaps around,and the things go better.
After supper she got outher book and learned me about Moses and the Bulrushers, and I was in a sweat tofind out all about him; but by and by she let it out that Moses had been dead aconsiderable long time; so then I didn’t care no more about him, because Idon’t take no stock in dead people.