Chapter 5 I was under some apprehensions during my absence from the land that at least my provisions might be devoured onshore; but when I came back I found no sign of any visitor, only there sat a creature like a wild cat upon one of the chests, which, when I came towards it, ran […]
Chapter 4 When I walked it was broad day, the weather clear, and the storm abated, so that the sea did not rage and swell as before; but that which surprised me most was, that the ship was lifted off in the night from the sand where she lay by the swelling of the tide,
Chapter 3 They asked me what I was, in Portuguese and in Spanish and in French, but I understood none of them. But at last a Scotch sailor who was on board called to me. I answered him, and told him I was an Englishman, that I had made my escape out of slavery from
Chapter 2 I was now set up for a Guinea trader: and my friend, to my great misfortune, dying soon after his arrival, I resolved to go to the same voyage again, and I embarked in the same vessel with one who was his mate in the former voyage, and had now got the command
Chapter 1 I was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family. I had two elder brothers, one of which was lieutenant-colonel to an English regiment of foot in Flanders, and was killed at the battle near Dunkirk against the Spaniards; what became of my second brother I never
Chapter-17 Tom and Huck’s windfall made a mighty stir in the poor little village of St. Petersburg. So vast a sum, all in actual cash, seemed next to incredible. It was talked about, gloated over, glorified, until the reason of many of the citizens tottered under the strain of the unhealthy excitement. Every ‘haunted’ house
Chapter-16 Inside the cave Huck said: “Tom, we can slope, if we can find a rope. The window isn’t high from the ground.”“Shucks, what do you want to slope for?”“Well, I amn’t used to that kind of crowd. I can’t stand it. I amn’t going down there, Tom.”“Oh, bother! It isn’t anything. I don’t mind
Chapter-15 As the earliest suspicion of dawn appeared on Sunday morning, Huck came groping up the hill and rapped gently at the old Welshman’s door. The inmates were asleep, but it was a sleep that was set on a hair trigger, on account of the exciting episode of the night. A call came from a
Chapter-14 The first thing Tom heard on Friday morning was a glad piece of news—Judge Thatcher’s family had come back to town the night before. Both Injun Joe and the treasure sank into secondary importance for a moment, and Becky took the chief place in the boy’s interest. He saw her, and they had an
Chapter-13 That night Tom and Huck were ready for their adventure. They hung about the neighbourhood of the tavern until after nine, one watching the alley at a distance and the other the tavern door. Nobody entered the alley or left it; nobody resembling the Spaniard entered or left the tavern door. The night promised
Chapter-12 About noon the next day the boys arrived at the dead tree; they had come for their tools. Tom was impatient to go to the haunted house; Huck was measurably so, also—but suddenly said:“Look here, Tom, do you know what day it is?” Tom mentally ran over the days of the week, and then
Chapter-11 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. This desire suddenly came upon Tom one day. He sallied out to find Joe Harper, but failed of success. Next he sought Ben Rogers; he had gone fishing. Presently he
Chapter-10 Tom was a glittering hero once more—the pet of the old, the envy of the young. His name even went into immortal print, for the village paper magnified him. There were some that believed he would be president, yet, if he escaped hanging.As usual, the fickle, unreasoning world took Muff Potter to its bosom
Chapter-9 There was something about Aunt Polly’s manner, when she kissed Tom, that swept away his low spirits and made him light-hearted and happy again. He started to school and had the luck of coming upon Becky Thatcher at the head of Meadow Lane. His mood always determined his manner. Without a moment’s hesitation he
Chapter-8 That was Tom’s great secret—the scheme to return home with his brother pirates and attend their own funerals. They had paddled over to the Missouri shore on a log, at dusk on Saturday, landing five or six miles below the village; they had slept in the woods at the edge of the town till