The Adventures of Tom Sawyer: Chapter 30

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain, Chapter thirty,
Tom and Becky in the Cave 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

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exciting episode of the night. A call came from a window.
Who's there, Huck's scared voice answered in a low tone,
Please let me in. It's only Huck Finn. It's a
name that can open this door night or day. Lad
and welcome. These were strange words to the vagabond boy's ears,
and the pleasantest he had ever heard. He could not

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recollect that the closing word had ever been applied in
his case. Before the door was quickly unlocked and he entered.
Huck was given a seat, and the old man and
his brace of tall sons speedily dressed themselves. Now, my boy,
I hope you're good and hungry, because breakfast we'll be
ready as soon as the sun's up, and we'll have
a piping hot one too. Make yourself easy about that.

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I and the boys hoped you'd turn up and stop here.
Last night. I was awful scared, said Huck, and I run.
I took out when the pistols went off, and I
didn't stop for three miles. I've come now because I
wanted to know about it, you know. And I come
before daylight because I didn't want to run across them devils,
even if they was dead. Well, poor chap, you do

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look as if you'd had a hard night of it.
But there's a bed here for you when you've had
your breakfast. No, they ain't dead, lad, We're sorry enough
for that, you see. We knew right word to put
our hands on them, by your description. So we crept
along on tiptoe till we got within fifteen feet of them.
Dark as a cellar, that sumac path was, and just

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then I found I was going to sneeze. It was
the meanest kind of luck. I tried to keep it back,
but no use. Twas bound to come, and it did come.
I was in the lead with my pistol raised, and
when the sneeze started, those scoundrels are rustling to get
out of the path. I sung out, fire boys and
blazed away at the place where the rustling was. So

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did the boys. But they were off in a jiffy,
those villains, and we after them down through the woods.
I judge we never touched them. They fired a shot
a piece as they started, but their bullets whizzed by
and didn't do us any harm. As soon as we
lost the sound of their feet, we quit chason and
went down and stirred up the constables. They got a
posse together and went off to guard the river bank.

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And as soon as it is light, the sheriff and
a gang are going to beat up the woods. My
boys will be with them presently. I wish we had
some sort of description of those rascals. Twould help a
good deal. But you couldn't see what they were like
in the dark, lad I suppose, Oh yes, I saw
them downtown and followed them splendid. Describe them. Describe them,

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my boy. One is the old deaf and dumb spaniard
that's been round here once or twice, and t'other's a
mean looking ragged That's enough we know. The men happened
on them in the woods back of the widows one day,
and they slunk away off with you boys, and tell
the sheriff, get your breakfast tomorrow morning. The Welshman's sons
departed at once. As they were leaving the room, Huck

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sprang up and exclaimed, oh please, don't tell anybody it
was me that blowed on him. Oh please, all right
if you say it, Huck, but you ought to have
the credit of what you did. Oh no, no, please,
please don't tell. When the young men were gone, the
old Welshman said, they won't tell, and I won't, But
why don't you want it known? Huck would not explain

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further than to say that he already knew too much
about one of those men, and would not have the
man know that he knew anything against him, for the
whole world he would be killed for knowing it. Sure,
The old man promised secrecy once more, and said, how
did you come to follow these fellows? Lad? Were they
looking suspicious? Huck was silent while he framed a duly

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cautious reply. Then he said, well, you see, I'm a
kind of a hard lot. Least everybody says so, and
I don't see nothing again it and sometimes I can't
sleep much on accounts of thinking about it, and sort
of trying to strike out a new way of doing
That was the way it was last night. I couldn't sleep,
and so I come along up streep about midnight, turning

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it all over. And when I got to the old
shackly brick store by the Temperance tavern, I backed up
again the wall to have another think. Well, just then
along comes these two chaps slipping along close by me
with something under their arm, and I reckoned they'd stole it.
One was a smokin' and t'other one wanted a light,
so they stopped right before me, and the cigars lit

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up their faces, and I see that the big one
was the deaf and dumb spaniard by his white whiskers
and the patch on his eye, and t'other one was
a rusty, ragged looking devil. Could you see the rags
by the light of the cigars? This staggered Huck for
a moment. Then he said, well, I don't know, but
somehow it seems as if I did. Then they went
on and you followed them. Yes, that was it. I

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wanted to see what was up. They sneaked along, so
I dogged em to the witter's style and stood in
the dark and heard the ragged one beg for the winter,
and the Spaniards swear he'd spile her looks, just as
I told you when you're two. What the deaf and
dumb man said? All that, Huck had made another terrible mistake.
He was trying his best to keep the old man

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from getting the faintest hint of who the Spaniard might be,
and yet his tongue seemed determined to get him into trouble.
In spite of all he could do. He made several
efforts to creep out of his scrape, but the old
Man's eye was upon him, and he made blunder after blunder. Presently,
the Welshman said, my boy, don't be afraid of me.
I wouldn't hurt a hair of your head for all

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the world. No, I'd protect you all. I'd protect you.
This Spaniard is not deaf and dumb. You've let that
slip without intending it. You can't cover that up. Now.
You know something about that Spaniard that you want to
keep dark. Now trust me, tell me what it is,
and trust me I won't betray you. Huck looked into

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the old man's honest eyes a moment, then bent over
and whispered in his ear. Tain't a Spaniard, it's injun, Joe.
The Welshman almost jumped out of his chair in a moment.
He said, it's all plain enough now. When you talked
about notching ears and the slitting noses, I judged that
was your own embellishment, because white men don't take that

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sort of revenge. But an injun that's a different matter altogether.
During breakfast, the talk went on, and in the course
of it the old man said that the last thing
which he and his sons had done before going to
bed was to get a lantern and examine the style
at its vicinity for marks of blood. They found none,
but captured a bulky bundle of of what If the

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words had been lightning, they could not have leapt with
a more stunning suddenness from Huck's blanched lips. His eyes
were staring wide now, and his breath suspended, waiting for
the answer. Welshman started stared in return. Three seconds, five
seconds ten, then replied, of Burglar's tools, Why what's the

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matter with you? Huck sank back, panting gently but deeply,
unutterably grateful. The Welshman eyed him gravely, curiously and presently said, yes,
Burglar's tools. That appears to relieve you a good deal.
But what did give you that turn? What were you
expecting we'd found? Huck was in a close place. The

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inquiring eye was upon him. He would have given anything
for material, for a plausible answer. Nothing suggested itself. Your
inquiring eye was boring deeper and deeper. A senseless reply offered,
There was no time to weigh it, so at a venture,
he uttered it feebly, Sunday school books. Maybe poor Huck

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was too distressed to smile. But the old man laughed
loud and joyously, shook up the details of his anatomy
from head to foot, and ended by saying that such
a laugh was money in a man's pocket, because it
cut down the doctor's bills like everything. Then he added,
poor old chap, you're white and jaded. You ain't well
a bit, no wonder. You're a little flighty and off
your balance. But you'll come out of it. Rest and sleep.

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We'll catch you up, all right, I hope. Huck was
irritated to think he had been such a goose and
betrayed such a suspicious excitement, for he had dropped the
idea that the parcel brought from the tavern was the treasure.
As soon as he had heard the talk at the
Winter's Style, he had only thought it was not the treasure. However,
he had not known that it wasn't, and so the

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suggestion of a captured bundle was too much for his
self possession. But on the whole he felt glad the
little episode had happened, for now he knew beyond all
question that that bundle was not the bundle, and so
his mind was at rest and exceedingly comfortable. In fact,
everything seemed to be drifting just in the right direction.

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Now the treasurer must be still in number two. The
men would be captured in jail that day, and he
and Tom could seize the gold that night without any
trouble or any fear of interruption. Just as breakfast was completed,
there was a knock at the door. Huck jumped for
a hiding place, for he had no mind to be
connected even remotely with the late event. The Welshmen admitted

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several ladies and gentlemen, among them the widow Douglas, and
noticed that groups of citizens were climbing up the hill
to stare at the stile, so the news had spread.
The Welshman had to tell the story of the night
to the visitors. The widow's gratitude for her preservation was outspoken.
Don't say a word about it, madam. There's another that

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you're more beholden too than you are to me and
my boys. Maybe, but he don't allow me to tell
his name. We wouldn't have been there but for him.
Of course, this excited a curiosity so vast that it
almost belittled the main matter. But the Welshmen allowed it
to eat into the vitals of his visitors, and through
them be transmitted to the whole town. For he refused

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to part with his secret. When all else had been learned,
The widow said, I went to sleep, reading in bed
and slept straight through all that noise. Why didn't you
come and wake me? We judged it warn't worth while.
Those fellows weren't likely to come again. They hadn't any
tools left to work with, and what was the use
of waking you up and scaring you to death. My

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three negro men stood guard at your house all the
rest of the night. They've just come back. More visitors came,
and the story had to be told and retold for
a couple of hours more. There was no sabbath school
during day school vacation, but everybody was early at church.
The stirring event was well canvassed. News came that not
a sign of the two villains had been yet discovered.

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When the sermon was finished, Judge Thatcher's wife dropped alongside
of Missus Harper as she moved down the aisle with
the crowd, and said, is my Becky going to sleep
all day? I just expected she would be tired to death.
You're Becky, yes, with a startled look. Didn't she stay
with you last night? Why no? Missus Thatcher turned pale

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and sank into a pew, just as Aunt Polly, talking
briskly with a friend passed by. Aunt Polly said, good morning,
Missus Thatcher, Good morning, Missus Harper. I've got a boy
that's turned up missing. I reckon my Tom stayed at
your house last night, one of you, and now he's
afraid to come to church. I've got to settle with him.

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Missus Thatcher shook her head feebly and turned paler than ever.
He didn't stay with us, said Missus Harper, beginning to
look uneasy. A marked anxiety came to Aunt Polly's face.
Joe Harper, have you seen my Tom this morning? No 'em?
When did you see him last? Joe tried to remember,
but was not sure he could say. The people had

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stopped moving out of church, Whispers passed along, and aboding
uneasiness took possession of every countenance. Children were anxiously questioned,
and young teachers. They all said they had not noticed
whether Tom and Becky were on board the ferryboat on
the homeward trip. It was dark, no one thought of
inquiring if anyone was missing. One young man finally blurted

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out his fear that they were still in the cave.
Missus Thatcher swooned away. Aunt Polly fell to crying and
wringing her hands. The alarm swept from lip to lip,
from group to group, from street to street, and within
five minutes the bells were wildly clanging, and the whole
town was up. The card of Hill episode sank into
instant insignificance. The burglars were forgotten, horses were saddled, skiffs

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were manned, the ferryboat ordered out, and before the horror
was half an hour old, two hundred men were pouring
down high road and river toward the cave. All the
long afternoon the village seemed empty and dead. Many women
visited Aunt Polly and Missus Thatcher and tried to comfort them.
They cried with them too, and that was still better
than words. All the tedious night the town waited for news,

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But when the morning dawned at last, all the word
that came was send more candles and send food. Missus
Thatcher was almost crazed, and Aunt Polly also judge Thatcher
sent messages of hope and encouragement from the cave, but
they conveyed no real cheer. The old Welshman came home
toward daylight, spattered with candle grease, smeared with clay, and

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almost worn out. He found Huck still in the bed
that had been provided for him, and delirious with fever.
The physicians were all at the cave, so the widow
Douglas came and took charge of the patient. She said
she would do her best by him, because whether he
was good, bad, or indifferent, he was the Lord's and
nothing that was the lord's was a thing to be neglected.

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The Welshman said Huck had good spots in him, and
the widow said, you can depend on it. That's the
Lord's mark. He don't leave it off. He never does,
puts it somewhere on every creature that comes from his hands.
Early in the forenoon, parties of jaded men began to
straggle into the village, but the strongest of the citizens
continued searching. All the news that could be gained was

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that remotenesses of the cavern were being ransacked that had
never been visited before, that every corner and crevice was
going to be thoroughly searched, that wherever one wandered through
the maze of passages, lights were to be seen flitting
hither and thither in the distance, and shoutings and pistol
shots sent their hollow reverberations to the ear. Down the

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Somber aisles. In one place, far from the section usually
traversed by tourists, the names Becky and Tom had been
found traced upon the rocky wall with candle smoke, and
near at hand a grease soiled bit of ribbon. Missus
Thatcher recognized the ribbon and cried over it. She said
it was the last relic she would ever have of
her child. And that no other memorial of her could

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ever be so precious, because this one parted latest from
the living body before the awful death came. Some said
that now and then in the cave, a faraway speck
of light would glimmer, and then a glorious sh shout
would burst forth, and a score of men go trooping
down the echoing aisle, and then a sickening disappointment always followed.
The children were not there. It was only a searcher's light.

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Three dreadful days and nights dragged their tedious hours along,
and the village sank into a hopeless stupor. No one
had heart for anything. The accidental discovery just made that
the proprietor of the Temperance Tavern kept liquor on his premises,
scarcely fluttered the public pulse, tremendous as the fact was.

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In a lucid interval, Hack feebly led up to the
subject of taverns and finally asked, dimly, dreading the worst,
if anything had been discovered at the Temperance Tavern since
he had been ill. Yes, said the widow. Huck started
up in bed, wild eyed. What what was it? Liquor?
And the place has been shut up. Lie down, child,

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What a turn you did give me? Only tell me
just one thing, only just one please? Was it? Tom
Sawyer found it? The widow burst into tears. Hush, hush, child, hush,
I've told you before, you must not talk. You are very,
very sick. Then nothing but liquor had been found. There
would have been a great pow wow if it had

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been the gold. So the treasure was gone, forever, gone forever.
But what could she be crying about? Curious that she
should cry, These thoughts worked their dim way through Huck's mind,
and under the weariness they gave him, he fell asleep.
The widow said to herself, there he's asleep, poor wreck.

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Tom Sawyer find it. Pity, but somebody could find Tom Sawyer. Ah,
there ain't many left now that's got hope enough or
strength enough either to go on searching. End of chapter
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