Tom sawyer abroad

TOM SAWYER ABROAD

CHAPTER I.
TOM SEEKS NEW ADVENTURES

DO you reckon Tom Sawyer was satisfied after all
Them adventures? I mean the adventures we had
Down the river, and the time we set the darky Jim free
And Tom got shot in the leg. No, he wasn’t. It only
Just p’isoned him for more. That was all the effect it
Had. You see, when we three came back up the river
In glory, as you may say, from that long travel, and
The village received us with a torchlight procession and
Speeches, and everybody hurrah’d and shouted, it
Made us heroes, and that was what Tom Sawyer had
Always been hankering to be.

For a while he WAS satisfied. Everybody made
Much of him, and he tilted up his nose and stepped
Around the town as though he owned it. Some called
Him Tom Sawyer the Traveler, and that just swelled
Him up fit to bust. You see he laid over me and Jim
Considerable, because we only went down the river on
A raft and came back by the steamboat, but Tom went
By the steamboat both ways. The boys envied me and
Jim a good deal, but land! they just knuckled to the
Dirt before TOM.

Well, I don’t know; maybe he might have been
Satisfied if it hadn’t been for old Nat Parsons, which
Was postmaster, and powerful long and slim, and kind
O’ good-hearted and silly, and bald-headed, on account
Of his age, and about the talkiest old cretur I ever see.
For as much as thirty years he’d been the only man in
The village that had a reputation – I mean a reputation
For being a traveler, and of course he was mortal proud
Of it, and it was reckoned that in the course of that
Thirty years he had told about that journey over a
Million times and enjoyed it every time. And now
Comes along a boy not quite fifteen, and sets everybody
Admiring and

gawking over HIS travels, and it just give
The poor old man the high strikes. It made him sick
To listen to Tom, and to hear the people say “My
Land!” “Did you ever!” “My goodness sakes
Alive!” and all such things; but he couldn’t pull away
From it, any more than a fly that’s got its hind leg fast
In the molasses. And always when Tom come to a
Rest, the poor old cretur would chip in on HIS same old
Travels and work them for all they were worth; but
They were pretty faded, and didn’t go for much, and it
Was pitiful to see. And then Tom would take another
Innings, and then the old man again – and so on, and
So on, for an hour and more, each trying to beat out
The other.

You see, Parsons’ travels happened like this: When
He first got to be postmaster and was green in the busi-
Ness, there come a letter for somebody he didn’t know,
And there wasn’t any such person in the village. Well,
He didn’t know what to do, nor how to act, and there
The letter stayed and stayed, week in and week out, till
The bare sight of it gave him a conniption. The postage
Wasn’t paid on it, and that was another thing to worry
About. There wasn’t any way to collect that ten cents,
And he reckon’d the gov’ment would hold him respon-
Sible for it and maybe turn him out besides, when they
Found he hadn’t collected it. Well, at last he couldn’t
Stand it any longer. He couldn’t sleep nights, he
Couldn’t eat, he was thinned down to a shadder, yet
He da’sn’t ask anybody’s advice, for the very person
He asked for advice might go back on him and let the
Gov’ment know about the letter. He had the letter
Buried under the floor, but that did no good; if he
Happened to see a person standing over the place it’d
Give him the cold shivers, and loaded him up with