The Adventures of Tom Sawyer: Chapter 01-02

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain, Chapter one,
Tom no answer, 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.

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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. She looked perplexed for a moment,

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and then said, not fiercely, but still loud enough for
the furniture to hear. Well, I lay if I get
hold of you, I'll She did not finish, for by
this time she was bending down and punching under the
bed with a broom, and so she needed breath to
punctuate the punches with She resurrected, But the cat, I

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never see the beat of that boy. She went to
the open door and stood in it and looked out
among the tomato vines and Jimpson weeds that constituted the garden.
No Tom, So she lifted up her voice at an
angle calculated for distance and shouted you Tom. There was

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a slight noise behind her, and she turned just in
time to seize a small boy by the slack of
his roundabout and arrest his flight there. I might have
thought of that closet. What you been doing in there? Nothing? Nothing?
Look at your hands and look at your mouth. What
is that truck? I don't know, Aunt, well, I know

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it's jam. That's what it is. Forty times I've said,
if you didn't let that jam alone, I'll skin you.
Hand me that switch. The switch hovered in the air.
The peril was desperate. My look behind you, Aunt, The
old lady whirled round and snatched her skirts out of danger.
The lad fled on the instant, scrambled up the high

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board fence and disappeared over it. His aunt, Polly stood
surprised a moment, and then broke into a gentle laugh.
Hang that boy. Can't I never learn anything? Ain't he
played me tricks enough like that for me to be
looking out for him by this time? But old fools
is the biggest fools there is. Can't learn an old
dog new tricks, as the saying is, But my goodness,

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he never plays them alike. Two days and how is
a body to know what's comin'. He peers to know
just how long he can torment me before I get
my dander up. And he knows if he can make
out to put me off for a minute or make
me laugh. It's all down again, and I can't hit
him a lick. I ain't doing my duty by that boy. An.
That's the Lord's truth. Goodness knows. Spare the rod an,

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smile the child, as the good book says. I'm a
layin' up sin an sufferin' for us both. I know
he's full of the old scratch, but laws of me,
he's my own dead sisters 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. Well,

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a man that is born of a woman is a
few days and full of trouble, as the scripture says,
and I reckon it. So he'll play hooky this evening,
that's southwestern for afternoon, and I'll just be obleeged to
make him work tomorrow to punish him. It's mighty hard
to make him work Saturdays when all the boys is
having holiday. But he hates work more than he hates

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anything else, and I've got to do some of my
duty by him, or I'll be the ruination of the child.
Tom did play hooky, and he had a very good time.
He got back home barely in season to help Jim.
The small colored boy saw next day's wood and split
the kindling before supper. At least he was there in

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time to tell his adventures to Jim. While Jim did
three fourths of the work. Tom's younger brother, or rather
half brother, Sid was already through with his part of
the work, picking up chips, for he was a quiet
boy and had no adventurous troublesome ways. While Tom was
eating his supper and stealing sugar as opportunity offered, Aunt

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Polly asked him questions that were full of guile and
very deep, for she wanted to trap him into damaging revealments.
Like many other simple hearted souls, it was her pet
vanity to believe she was endowed with a talent for
dark and mysterious diplomacy, and she loved to contemplate her
most transparent devices as marvels of low cunning, said she Tom,

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it was middling warm in school, wasn't it? Yes? Un
powerful warm, wasn't it yes? Un? Didn't you want to
go in a swim in? Tom? A bit of a
scare shot through Tom, a touch of uncomfortable suspicion. He
searched Aunt Polly's face, but it told him nothing, so
he said, known, well, not very much. The old lady

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reached out her hand and felt Tom's shirt and said,
but you ain't too warm now, though, And it flattered
her to reflect that she had discovered that the shirt
was dry without anybody knowing that that was what she
had in her mind. But in spite of her, Tom
knew where the wind lay now, so he forestalled what
might be the next move. Some of us pumped on

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our heads. Mine's damp. Yet see, Aunt Polly was vexed
to think she had overlooked that bit of circumstantial evidence
and missed a trick. Then she had a new inspiration. Tom,
you didn't have to undo your shirt collar where I
sewed it to pump on your head? Did you unbutton
your jacket? The trouble vanished out of Tom's face. He

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opened his jacket. His shirt collar was securely sewed bother. Well,
go along with you. I'd made sure you'd played cookie
and been a swimmin'. But I forgive you, Tom, I
reckon you're a kind of singed cat, as the saying
is better'n you look this time, she was half sorry
her sagacity had miscarried, and half glad that Tom had

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stumbled into obedient conduct for once. But Sydney said, well, now,
if I didn't think you sewed his collar with white thread,
but it's black? Why I did sow it with white? Tom?
But Tom did not wait for the rest. As he
went out the door, he said, Siddy, I'll lick you
for that. In a safe place, Tom examined two large needles,

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which were thrust into the lapels of his jacket and
had thread bound about them. One needle carried white thread
and the other black. He said, she'd never noticed if
it hadn't been for Sid confound it. Sometimes she sows
it with white, and sometimes she sows it with black.
I wish to jimminy she'd stick to one or t'other.
I can't keep the run of em. But I bet

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I'll learn Sid for that. I'll learn him. He was
not the model boy of the village. He knew the
model boy very well, though, and loathed him. Within two
minutes or even less, he had forgotten all his troubles,
not because his troubles were one whit less heavy and
bitter to him than a man's are to a man,
but because a new and powerful interest bore them down

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and drove them out of his mind for the time,
just as men's misfortunes are forgotten in the excitement of
new enterprises. This new interest was a valued novelty in whistling,
which he had just acquired from a negro, and he
was suffering to practice it undisturbed. It consisted in a
peculiar bird like turn, a sort of liquid warble, produced

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by touching the tongue to the roof of the mouth
at short intervals in the midst of the music. The
reader probably remembers how to do it if he has
ever been a boy. Diligence and attention soon gave him
the knack of it, and he strode down the street
with his mouth full of harmony, in his soul full
of gratitude. He felt much as an astronomer feels who

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has discovered a new planet, no doubt, as far, a strong, deep,
unalloyed pleasure is concerned. The advantage was with a boy,
not the astronomer. The summer evenings were long, it was
not dark yet presently Tom checked his whistle. A stranger
was before him, a boy, a shade larger than himself,

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a newcomer of any age or either sex. Was an
impressive curiosity in the poor, little shabby village of Saint Petersburg.
This boy was well dressed, too well dressed on a
week day. This was simply astounding. His cap was a
dainty thing. His close buttoned blue cloth round about was
new and natty, and so were his pantaloons. He had

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shoes on, and it was only Friday. He even wore
a necktie, a bright bit of ribbon. He had a
cidified air about him that ate into Tom's vitals. The
more Tom stared at the splendid marvel, the higher he
turned up his nose at his finery, and a shabbier
and shabbier his own outfit seemed to him to grow.
Neither boy spoke. If one moved, the other moved, but

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only sidewise in a circle. They kept face to face
and eye eye all the time. Finally, Tom said, I
can lick you. I'd like to see you try it. Well,
I can't do it. No you can't either, Yes I can.
No you can't. I can, you can't, can can't. An
uncomfortable pause, then Tom said, what's your name? There's none

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of your business. Maybe, well i'll make it my business. Well,
why don't you? If you say much, I will much
much much? They are now? Oh, you think you're mighty smart,
don't you. I could lick you with one hand tied
behind me if I wanted to. Well, why don't you
do it? You say you can do it? Well I

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will if you fool with me. Oh, yes, I've seen
whole families in the same fix. Smarty. You think your some, now,
don't you? Oh? What a hat? You can lump that
hat if you don't like it, I dare you to
knock it off. And anybody that'll take a dare will
suck eggs. You're a liar, you're another you're a fighting

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liar and doesn't take it up dah take a walk?
Say if you give me much more of your sass,
I'll take and bounce a rock off in your head.
Oh of course you will. Well I will well, why
don't you do it? Then? Why do you keep saying
you will? For why don't you do it? It's because
you're afraid. I ain't afraid you are. I ain't you are.

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Another pause, and more eyeing and sidling around each other.
Presently they were shouldered to shoulder. Tom said, get away
from me, go away yourself. I won't. I won't either.
So they stood, each with a foot placed at an
angle as a brace, and both shoving with might and
main and glowering at each other with hate, but neither

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could get an advantage. After struggling till both were hot
and flushed, each relaxed his strain with watchful caution, and
Tom said, you're a coward and a pup. I'll tell
my big brother on you, and he can thrash you
with his little finger, and I'll make him do it too.
What do I care for your big brother. I've got
a brother that's bigger than he is, and what's more,

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he can throw him over that fence too. Both brothers
were imaginary. That's a lie. Yours saying so doesn't make it.
So Tom drew a line in the dust with his
big toe and said, I dare you to step over that,
and I'll lick you till you can't stand up. Anybody
that'll take a dare will steal sheep. The new boy
stepped over promptly and said, now you said you'd do it. Now,

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let's see you do it. Don't you crowd me? Now
you'd better look out. Well, you said you'd do it,
Why don't you do it? By jingo for two cents,
I will do it. The new boy took two broad
coppers out of his pocket and held them out with derision.
Tom struck them to the ground. In an instant, both
boys were rolling and tumbling in the dirt, gripped together

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like cats, and for the space of a minute they
tugged and tore at each other's hair and clothes, punched
and scratched each other's noses, and covered themselves with dust
and glory. Presently, the confusion took form, and through the
fog of battle, Tom appeared, seated astride the new boy
and pounding him with his fists. Holler enough, said he

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The boy only struggled to free himself. He was crying
mainly from rage. Holler nuf, and the pounding went on.
At last, the stranger got out a smothered nuf, and
Tom let him up and said, now that'll learn you
better look out who you're fooling with next time. The
new boy went off, brushing the dust from his clothes, sobbing, snuffling,
and occasionally looking back and shaking his head and threatening

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what he would do to Tom the next time he
caught him out, to which Tom responded with jeers and
started off in a high feather, And as soon as
his back was turned, the new boy snatched up a
stone through it and hid him between the shoulders, and
then turned tail and ran like an antelope. Tom chased
the trader home and thus found out where he lived.
He then held a position at the gate for some time,

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daring the enemy to come outside, but the enemy only
made faces at him through the window and declined. At last,
the enemy's mother appeared and called Tom a bad, vicious,
vulgar child, and ordered him away. So he went away,
but he said he lowed to lay for that boy.
He got home pretty late that night, and when he
climbed cautiously in at the window, he uncovered an ambuscade

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in the person of his aunt, and when she saw
the state his clothes were in her resolution to turn
his Saturday holiday into captivity at hard labor became adamantine
in its firmness. Chapter two, The Glorious Whitewasher. Saturday morning
was come, and all the summer world was bright and

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fresh and brimming with life. There was a song in
every heart, and if the heart was young, and the
music issued at the lips, there was cheer in every face,
and a spring in every step. The locust trees were
in bloom, and the fragrance of the blossoms filled the air.
Cardiff Hill, beyond the village and above it was green

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with vegetation, and it lay just far enough away to
seem a delectable land, dreamy, reposeful, and inviting. Tom appeared
on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a
long handled brush. He surveyed the fence, and all gladness
left him, and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit.

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Thirty yards of board fence nine feet high. Life to
him seemed hollow, an existence, but a burden. Sighing, he
dipped his brush and passed it along the topmost plank.
Repeated the operation, did it again, Compared the insignificant whitewashed
streak with a far reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence, and

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sat down on a tree box. Discouraged. Jim came skipping
out at the gate with a tin pail and singing
buffalo gals bringing water from the town. Pomp had always
been hateful work in Tom's eyes before, but now it
did not strike him. So he remembered that there was
company at the pump, White, Mulatto and Negro boys and

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girls were always there waiting their turns, resting, trading playthings, quarreling, fighting, skylarking,
And he remembered that although the pump was only one
hundred and fifty yards off, Jim never got back with
a bucket of water under an hour, and even then
somebody generally had to go after him. Tom said, say, Jim,

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I'll fetch the water if you'll whitewash some Jim shook
his head and said, can't. Mars Tom, oh missus. She
told me I got to go and get this water
and stop fooling around with anybody. She say, she spect
Mars Tom going to axe me to whitewash, and so
she told me to go long and tend to my
own business. She allowed, she'd tend to whitewashing. Oh, never

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mind what she said, Jim, that's the way she always talks.
Give me the bucket. I won't be gone only a minute.
She won't ever know, Oh I dazz mars Tom, Oh missus,
she'd taken tard to head off in me. Indeed she would.
She she never licks anybody, whacks him over the head
with her thimble. And who cares for that? I'd like
to know. She talks awful, but talk don't hurt anyways,

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It ton't if she don't cry, Jim, I'll give you
a marvel. I'll give you a white alley. Jim began
to waver white alley. Jim, and it's a bully taw My,
that's a mighty gay marvel, I tell you. But Mars Tom,
I's powerful, fraid, oh missus. And besides, if you will,

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I'll show you my sore toe. Jim was only human.
This attraction was too much for him. He put down
his pail, took the white alley, and bent over the
toe with absorbing interest. While the bandage was being unwound.
In another moment, he was flying down the street with
his pail and a tingling rear. Tom was whitewashing with vigor,
and Aunt Polly was retiring from the field with a

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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

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got out his worldly wealth and examined it. Bits of toys, marbles,
and trash. Enough to buy an exchange of work, maybe,
but not half enough to buy so much as half
an hour of pure freedom. So he returned his straightened
means to his pocket and gave up the idea of
trying to buy the boys. At this dark and hopeless moment,

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an inspiration burst upon him, nothing less than a great
magnificent inspiration. He took up his brush and went tranquility
to work. Ben rogers hove in sight, presently the very
boy of all boys whose ridicule he had been dreading.
Ben's gait was the hop, skip and jump proof enough
that his heart was light and his anticipations high. He

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was eating an apple and giving a long, melodious whoop
at intervals, followed by a deep toned ding dong dong,
ding dong dong, For he was personating a steamboat. As
he drew near, he slackened speed, took the middle of
the road, leaned far over to starboard, and rounded too
ponderously and with laborious pomp and circumstance. For he was

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personating the Big Missouri and considered himself to be drawing
nine feet of water. He was boat and captain and
engine bells combined, so he had to imagine himself standing
on his own hurricane deck giving the orders and executing them.
Stop her, Sir, ding lingling. The headway ran almost out,
and he drew up slowly towards the sidewalk, ship up

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to back tinglingling. His arms straightened and stiffened down his sides.
Set her back on the starboard, ting a lingling chow
chow chow chow. His right hand meantime described stately circles,
for it was representing a forty foot wheel. Let her
go back on the larboard, tingle lingling to chow chow chow.

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Left hand began to describe circles. Stop the stobbard, ting lingling,
stop the larboard, come ahead on the stobbard, stop her,
let her outside, turn her over, slow tingling chow to
chow chow. Get out that headline lively. Now come come
out of there with your spring line. What are you
bout there? Take up or turn that stump with the

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bright of it. Stand by that stage. Now let let
her go. Done with the engine sir ting ling ling
shit s st trying the gage cocks. Tom went on whitewashing,
paid no attention to the steamboat. Ben stared a moment
and then said, hai, ee, you're up a stump, Ain't
you no answer? Tom surveyed his last touch with the

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eye of an artist, gave his brush another gentle sweep,
and surveyed the result as before. Ben ranged up alongside
of him. Tom's mouth watered for the apple, but he
stuck to his work. Ben said, hello, old chap, you
got to work, eh. Tom wheeled suddenly and said, why
it's you, Ben? I weren't noticing. Say I'm going in

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a swimming' i am. Don't you wish you could? But
of course you'd rather work, wouldn't you? Of course you would.
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? Oh,

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come now, you don't mean to let on that you
like that? The brush continued to move like it. Well,
I don't see why I oughtn't to like it. Does
a boy get a chance to whitewash offense every day?
Let's put the thing in a new light. Ben stopped
nibbling his Tom swept his brush daintily back and forth,

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stepped back to note the effect, added a touch here
and there, criticized the effect again, then watching every move,
and getting more and more interested, more and more absorbed.
Presently he said, say Tom, let me whitewash a little.
Tom considered, was about to consent, but he altered his mind. No, No,

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I reckon, It wouldn't hardly do Ben. You see, Aunt
Polly's awful particular about this fence right here on the street,
you know, But if it was the back fence, I
wouldn't mind, and she wouldn't. Yes, she's awful particular about
this fence. It's got to be done very careful. I reckon.
There ain't one boy in a thousand, maybe two thousand,
that can do it the way it's got to be done.

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No is that? So? Oh? Come now, let me just try,
only just a little. I'd let you if you was me, Tom, Ben,
I'd like to honest engine. 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 syd Now,
don't you see how I'm fixed? If you was to

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tackle this fence and anything was to happen to it,
aw shocks, I'll be just as careful. Now let me try. Say,
I'll give you the core my apple. Well here, no, no, Ben, No,
now don't I'm afeared. I'll give you all of it.
Tom gave up the brush with reluctance in his face
but alacrity in his heart. And while the late steamer

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Big Missouri worked and sweated in the sun, the retired
artist sat on a barrel in the shade close by,
dangled his legs, munched his apple, and planned the slaughter
of more innocence. There was no lack of material. Boys,
happened along every little while they came to Jeer, but
remained to whitewash. By the time Ben was fagged out,

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Tom had traded the next chance to Billy Fisher for
a kite in good repair, And when he played out,
Johnny Miller brought in for a dead rat on atring
to swing it with, and so on and so on,
hour after hour, and when the middle of the afternoon
came from being a poor, poverty stricken boy in the morning,
Tom was literally rolling in wealth. He had beside the

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things before mentioned, twelve marbles, part of a jew's harp,
a piece of blue bottle glass to look through, a
spool cannon, a key that wouldn't unlock anything, a fragment
of chalk, a glass stopper of a decanter, a tin soldier,
a couple of tadpoles, six firecrackers, a kitten with only

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one eye, a brass door knob, a dog collar but
no dog, the handle of a knife, four pieces of
orange peel, and a dilapidated old window sash. He had
had a nice, good idle time all the while plenty
of company, and the fence had had three coats of whitewash,
on it. If he hadn't run out of whitewash, he

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would have bankrupted every boy in the village. Tom said
to himself that it was not such a hollow world,
after all, he had discovered a great law of human
action without knowing it, namely that in order to make
a man or boy covet a thing, it is only
necessary to make the thing difficult to attain. If he
had been a great and wise philosopher, like the writer

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of this book, he would now have comprehended that work
consists of whatever a body is obliged to do, and
that play consists of whatever a body is not obliged
to do. And this would help him to understand why
constructing artificial flowers or performing on a treadmill is work,
while rolling ten pins or climbing Mont Blanc is only amusement.

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There are wealthy gentlemen in England who drive four horse
passenger coaches twenty or thirty miles on a daily line
in the summer, because the privilege costs them considerable money.
But if they were offered wages for the service, that
would turn it into work, and then they would resign.
The boy mused awhile over the substantial change which had

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taken place in his worldly circumstances, and then wended toward
headquarters to report the end of Chapter two