《汤姆·索亚历险记》第二章 无奈刷墙,成绩辉煌

2016-09-07  | 历险 汤姆 索亚 

  SATURDAY morning was come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life. There was a song in every heart; and if the heart was young 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 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. Thirty yards of board fence nine feet high. Life to him seemed hollow, and 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 the far-reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence, and 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 pump 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 girls were always there waiting their turns, resting, trading playthings, quarrelling, fighting, skylarking. And he remembered that although the pump was only a 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, I'll fetch the water if you'll whitewash some."

  Jim shook his head and said:

  "Can't, Mars Tom. Ole missis, she tole me I got to go an' git dis water an' not stop foolin' roun' wid anybody. She say she spec' Mars Tom gwine to ax me to whitewash, an' so she tole me go 'long an' 'tend to my own business -- she 'lowed she'd 'tend to de whitewashin'."

  "Oh, never you mind what she said, Jim. That's the way she always talks. Gimme the bucket -- I won't be gone only a a minute. SHE won't ever know."

  "Oh, I dasn't, Mars Tom. Ole missis she'd take an' tar de head off'n me. 'Deed she would."

  "She! She never licks anybody -- whacks 'em 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 it don'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! Dat's a mighty gay marvel, I tell you! But Mars Tom I's powerful 'fraid ole missis --"

  "And besides, if you will 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 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 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 straitened means to his pocket, and gave up the idea of trying to buy the boys. At this dark and hopeless moment an inspiration burst upon him! Nothing less than a great, magnificent inspiration.

  He took up his brush and went tranquilly 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 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 street, leaned far over to star-board and rounded to ponderously and with laborious pomp and circumstance -- for he was 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! Ting-a-ling-ling!" The headway ran almost out, and he drew up slowly toward the sidewalk.

  "Ship up to back! Ting-a-ling-ling!" His arms straightened and stiffened down his sides.

  "Set her back on the stabboard! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow! ch-chow-wow! Chow!" His right hand, meantime, describing stately circles -- for it was representing a forty-foot wheel.

  "Let her go back on the labboard! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow-ch-chow-chow!" The left hand began to describe circles.

  "Stop the stabboard! Ting-a-ling-ling! Stop the labboard! Come ahead on the stabboard! Stop her! Let your outside turn over slow! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow-ow-ow! Get out that head-line! lively now! Come -- out with your spring-line -- what're you about there! Take a turn round that stump with the bight of it! Stand by that stage, now -- let her go! Done with the engines, sir! Ting-a-ling-ling!"

  "Sh't! s'h't! sh't!" (trying the gauge-cocks)。

  Tom went on whitewashing -- paid no attention to the steamboat. Ben stared a moment and then said: "Hi-Yi! you're up a stump, ain't you!"

  No answer. Tom surveyed his last touch with the eye of an artist, then he 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, hey?"

  Tom wheeled suddenly and said:

  "Why, it's you, Ben! I warn't noticing."

  "Say -- I'm going in a-swimming, I am. Don't you wish you could? But of course you'd druther work -- wouldn't you? 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 come, now, you don't mean to let on that you like it?"

  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 a fence every day?"

  That put the thing in a new light. Ben stopped nibbling his apple. Tom swept his brush daintily back and forth -- stepped back to note the effect -- added a touch here and there -- criticised the effect again -- Ben 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 -- 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."

  "No -- is that so? Oh come, now -- lemme just try. Only just a little -- I'd let you, if you was me, Tom."

  "Ben, I'd like to, honest injun; 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 Sid. Now don't you see how I'm fixed? If you was to tackle this fence and anything was to happen to it --"

  "Oh, shucks, I'll be just as careful. Now lemme try. Say -- I'll give you the core of my apple."

  "Well, here -- No, Ben, now don't. I'm afeard --"

  "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 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 innocents. 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, Tom had traded the next chance to Billy Fisher for a kite, in good repair; and when he played out, Johnny Miller bought in for a dead rat and a string 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 besides the things before mentioned, twelve marbles, part of a jews-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 fire-crackers, a kitten with only one eye, a brass doorknob, 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 three coats of whitewash on it! If he hadn't run out of whitewash he 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 a 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 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 tread-mill is work, while rolling ten-pins or climbing Mont Blanc is only amusement. 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 taken place in his worldly circumstances, and then wended toward headquarters to report.

  星期六的早晨到了,夏天的世界,阳光明媚,空气新鲜,充满了生机。每个人的心中都荡漾着一首歌,有些年轻人情不自禁地唱出了这首歌。每个人脸上都洋溢着欢乐,每个人的脚步都是那么轻盈。洋槐树正开着花,空气里弥漫着芬芳的花香。村庄外面高高的卡第夫山上覆盖着绿色的植被,这山离村子不远不近,就像一块鈥溊滞菱潱舶蚕辏渎位茫钊讼蛲

  汤姆出现在人行道上,一只手拎着一桶灰浆,另一只手拿着一把长柄刷子。他环顾栅栏,所有的快乐,立刻烟消云散,心中充满了惆怅。栅栏可是三十码长,九英尺高啊。生活对他来说太乏味空洞了,活着仅是一种负担。他叹了一口气,用刷子蘸上灰浆,沿着最顶上一层木板刷起来。接着又刷了一下,二下。看看刚刷过的不起眼的那块,再和那远不着边际的栅栏相比,汤姆灰心丧气地在一块木箱子上坐下来。这时,吉姆手里提着一个锡皮桶,嘴中唱着鈥湶挤薜呐廾氢澅谋奶卮哟竺趴谂艹隼础T谔滥费壑校秸蛏洗映樗锪嗨幌蚴羌钊搜岱车牟钍拢衷谒刹徽庋戳恕K堑迷谀抢镉泻芏喟槎S邪兹撕⒆樱谌撕⒆樱褂谢煅⒆樱心信荚谀桥哦拥茸盘崴4蠹以谀嵌菹ⅲ换桓髯酝娴亩鳎吵衬帜郑锋蚁贰6宜辜堑镁」芩羌依肓嗨χ挥幸话傥迨胱笥遥墒羌反用挥性谝桓鲂∈崩锪嗷匾煌八粹斺斢惺鄙踔粱沟帽鹑巳ゴ卟判小L滥匪担

  鈥溛梗罚绻憷此⒌闱剑揖腿ヌ崴b

  吉姆摇摇头,说:

  鈥湶恍校滥飞僖@咸形胰ヌ崴蛔荚诼飞贤O吕春腿思彝妗K邓碌教滥飞僖慊崛梦宜⑶剑运愿牢抑还芨勺约旱幕睿芩讼惺骡斺斔邓鬃岳纯纯茨闼⑶健b

  鈥溈龋罚惚鸸芩阅闼档哪且惶住K苁钦庋档摹

  把水桶给我鈥斺斘液芸炀突乩础K换嶂赖摹b

  鈥溑叮唬铱刹桓遥滥飞僖@咸岚盐业耐犯∠吕吹模娴幕岬模♀

  鈥溗穑克永疵蛔峁魏稳蒜斺斔还怯枚フ朐谕飞锨们冒樟蒜斺斔乖诤跽飧觯业故窍胛饰誓恪K还亲焐纤档眯祝墒撬邓涤稚撕Σ涣四汊斺斨灰淮蠼写笕戮兔皇隆<罚腋阋桓龊猛嬉猓阋桓霭资纷佣♀

  吉姆开始动摇了。

  鈥湴资纷樱罚≌饪墒钦嬲猛娴氖纷影 b

  鈥満伲鲜邓担鞘歉鐾Σ淮淼暮猛嬉狻?墒翘滥飞僖液ε吕咸︹︹

  鈥溁褂校罚灰愦鹩α说幕埃一垢憧次夷侵唤胖和罚侵恢淄吹慕胖和贰b

  吉姆到底是个凡人,不是神仙鈥斺斦庥栈蠖运罅恕K畔滤埃庸资纷佣谷挠行巳さ赝渥叛刺滥方饪诮派系牟即樱茨侵恢淄吹慕胖骸?墒牵换岫螅返钠ü芍蓖矗嘧潘胺煽斓匮刈沤值琅艿袅耍惶滥芳绦镁⒌厮⑶剑蛭ɡ蛞搪璐耸贝犹锏馗苫罨乩戳恕K掷锾嶙乓恢煌闲劾锪髀冻雎獾纳裆

  不过,汤姆这股劲没持续多久。他开始想起原先为这个休息日所作的一些玩耍的安排,心里越想越不是滋味。再过一会儿,那些自由自在的孩子们就会蹦跳着跑过来,做各种各样开心好玩的游戏,他们看到他不得不刷墙干活,会大肆嘲笑挖苦他的鈥斺斠幌氲秸猓滥沸睦锞拖窕鹕账频哪咽堋K贸鏊康募业北Ρ矗邢傅乜戳艘徽筲斺斢胁腥辈蝗耐婢摺⒁恍┦纷印⒒褂幸恍┟挥惺裁从么Φ亩鳌U庑┩嬉庾愎挥美椿蝗”鸬暮⒆游约焊苫睿还牖焕窗敫鲂∈钡木宰杂桑残砘共畹迷赌亍S谑撬职颜饧讣闪谋Ρ赐嬉庾敖诖蛳擞谜庑├词章蚰切┠泻⒆拥哪钔贰U谡饣倚木氖笨蹋鋈涣榛欢粕闲睦础U庵饕馐翟谑谴厦骶祝畈豢裳浴

  他拿起刷子,一声不响地干了起来。不一会儿,本罗杰斯出现了鈥斺斣谒械暮⒆用堑敝校钦飧瞿泻⒔刑滥纷詈ε隆L滥纷钆滤募シ怼1咀呗泛孟袷亲鋈短斺斦庵っ魉耸钡男那榍崴捎淇欤一勾蛩愀傻阃纯旄咝说氖隆K诔云还皇钡胤⒊龀こさ摹⒑锰拟溛剽斺斺澋慕猩艋岫光湺5钡薄⒍5钡扁澋匮Я迳欤馐窃诎缪菀恢徽羝执K嚼丛浇谑撬趼俣龋叩浇种行模硖迩阆蛴蚁希粤Α⒆鲎鞯刈舜肥勾娣缤O骡斺斔诎缪葩湸竺芩绽锖赔潱孟褚殉运庞⒊呱睢K鹊贝值贝せ挂甭只濉R虼怂拖胂笞抛约赫驹诼执亩ゲ慵装迳戏⒆琶睿被怪葱凶耪庑┟睢

  鈥溚4锛疲《b斺敯×澹♀澊负跬N攘耍缓笏致叵蛉诵械揽抗础

  鈥湹髯罚《b斺敯×邂斺斄澹♀澦奖凵熘保昧ν奖叽棺拧

  鈥溣蚁虾笸耍b斺敯×邂斺斄澹∴晡剽斺斷赈斺斷晡兀∴晡兀♀

  他一边喊着,一边用手比划着画个大圈鈥斺斦獯碜乓桓鏊氖⒊叽笞帧

  鈥溩笙虾笸耍《b斺敯×邂斺斄澹∴晡剽斺斷赈斺斷晡剽斺斷晡兀♀澴笫挚蓟Α

  鈥溣蚁贤#《b斺敯×邂斺斄澹∽笙贤#∮蚁锨敖⊥#⊥饷媛矗《b斺敯×邂斺斄澹∴赈斺斘剽斺斘兀“汛返纳髂霉矗】斓悖∥光斺斣侔汛叩纳鞯莨粹斺斈阍诜⑹裁创簦“焉房看谱『茫驼饷蠢翕斺敺攀职桑》⒍W。锛疲《b斺敯×邂斺斄澹∠L剽斺斚L剽斺斚L兀♀潱》伦牌排牌纳簟#

  汤姆继续刷栅栏,鈥斺敳蝗ダ聿悄侵徽羝执镜勺叛劬戳艘换岫担

  鈥湴パ剑闳兆雍霉耍遣皇牵库

  汤姆没有回答。只是用艺术家的眼光审视他最后刷的那一块,接着轻轻地刷了一下。又像刚才那样打量着栅栏。本走过来站在他身旁。看见那苹果,汤姆馋得直流口水,可是他还是继续刷他的墙。本说:

  鈥満伲匣锛疲慊沟酶苫钛剑祝库

  汤姆猛然地转过身来说道:鈥溈龋∈悄阊剑尽N一姑蛔⒁獾侥隳亍b

  鈥湽嫠吣惆桑铱墒且ビ斡玖恕D训滥悴幌肴ヂ穑康比焕玻隳冈谡飧苫睿圆欢裕康比荒闱樵福♀

  汤姆打量了一下那男孩,说:

  鈥溎闼凳裁矗空饨懈苫睿库

  鈥溦饣共唤懈苫睿懈墒裁矗库

  汤姆重新又开始刷墙,漫不经心地说:鈥溦庖残硎歉苫睿残聿皇恰N抑恢勒舛蕴滥索亚来说倒是很得劲。鈥

  鈥溑叮昧税桑∧训滥愕囊馑际撬的阆不陡烧馐拢库

  刷子还在不停地刷着。

  鈥溝不陡桑堪ィ艺娓悴欢裁次乙幌不陡桑母瞿泻⒆幽芴焯煊谢崴⑶剑库

  这倒是件新鲜事。于是,本停止了啃苹果。汤姆灵巧地用刷子来回刷着鈥斺敳皇钡赝O吕赐撕蠹覆娇纯葱Ч斺斣谡獠挂凰ⅲ谀遣挂凰⑩斺斎缓笤俅蛄恳幌滦Ч斺敱咀邢傅毓劭醋盘滥返囊痪僖欢娇丛接行巳ぃ娇丛奖晃×恕:罄此担

  鈥溛梗滥罚梦依此⒌愣纯础b

  汤姆想了一下,正打算答应他;可是他立刻又改变了主意:

  鈥湶 鈥斺敳恍校锯斺斘蚁胝饪峙虏恍小R溃ɡ蛞搪瓒哉饷媲绞呛芙簿康拟斺斦饪墒堑苯值囊幻嫜解斺敳还呛竺娴模闼⑺⒌挂参薹粒搪枰膊换嵩诤醯摹J茄剑哉獾狼绞欠浅=簿康摹K⒄馇揭欢ǖ梅浅>摹N蚁朐谝磺В残碓诹角Ц龊⒆永铮舱也怀鲆桓瞿馨床ɡ蛞搪璧囊笏⒑谜獾狼降摹b濃溑叮锹穑堪ィ腿梦沂砸皇园伞N抑凰⒁坏愣斺斕滥罚绻沂悄愕幕埃一崛媚闶允缘摹b

  鈥湵荆业故窃敢猓嫡娴摹?墒牵ɡ蛞搪桠斺敯Γ废胨ⅲ伤唤兴ⅲ5乱蚕敫桑膊蝗孟5赂伞O衷冢阒牢腋糜卸嗝次眩恳悄憷窗谂馇剑蛞怀隽耸裁疵♀︹︹

  鈥湴。皇拢一嵝⌒淖邢傅摹;故侨梦依词允园伞:兮斺斘野哑还烁恪b

  鈥湴Γ蔷外︹Σ恍校荆懔税伞N揖团骡︹Αb

  鈥溛野颜馄还悖♀

  汤姆把刷子让给本,脸上显示出不情愿,可心里却美滋滋的。

  当刚才那只鈥湸竺芩绽锖赔澰谘艄庀赂苫睿鄣么蠛沽芾斓氖焙颍馕焕肓酥暗囊帐跫胰丛诟浇囊趿瓜拢谝恢荒就吧希巫哦赏龋槐叽罂诖罂诘爻宰牌还槐甙蛋蹬趟闳绾卧僭赘嗟纳倒稀U庋男∩倒匣嵊行矶唷C抗换岫陀行┠泻⒆哟诱饩黄鹣人嵌枷肜纯嫘Γ墒墙峁急涣粝吕此⑶健T诒纠鄣镁A∈保滥吩缫丫捅壤费施做好了交易。比利用一个修得很好的风筝换来接替本的机会。等到比利也玩得差不多的时候,詹尼米勒用一只死老鼠和拴着它的小绳子购买了这个特权鈥斺斠桓鲇忠桓龅纳敌∽邮芷狭说保恿父鲋油范济挥屑涠稀O挛缈旃艘话氲氖焙颍滥吩缟匣故歉銎独Я实沟那钚∽樱衷谝幌伦泳捅涑闪搜墓牡睦辛恕3艘陨咸岬降哪切┩嬉庖酝猓褂惺攀纷樱灰恢黄瓶谇伲灰豢榭梢酝甘拥睦恫A灰幻畔咧嶙龅拇笈冢灰话咽裁此膊豢脑砍祝灰唤胤郾剩灰桓龃缶破咳樱灰桓鑫ぷ龅男”灰欢则蝌剑涣霰夼冢灰恢欢姥坌∶ǎ灰桓雒派系耐咽郑灰桓┕返木比︹斺斎疵挥泄封斺斠桓龅栋眩凰钠圩悠ぃ换褂幸桓銎凭傻拇翱颉

  他一直过得舒舒服服,悠闲自在鈥斺斖楹芏噔斺敹仪秸凰⒘巳椤R皇撬幕医霉饬说幕埃崛么謇锏拿扛龊⒆佣继涂昭撇摹

  汤姆自言自语道,这世界原来并不是那么空洞乏味啊。他已经不知不觉地发现了人类行为的一大法则鈥斺斈蔷褪俏巳靡桓龃笕嘶蛞桓鲂『⒖释墒裁词拢恍枭璺ń馐卤涞媚岩缘绞志托辛恕H绻俏晃按蠖髦堑恼苎Ъ遥拖裾獗臼榈淖髡撸突岫盟解湽ぷ麾澗褪且桓鋈吮黄纫傻氖虑椋劣阝溚驸澗褪且桓鋈嗣挥幸逦褚傻氖隆U飧龅览硎顾靼琢宋裁醋黾倩ê偷懦德志退闶枪ぷ鳎媸泛团啦史寰退闶怯槔帧S⒐星纳鹗吭谙募久刻旒葑潘穆致砝统笛刈磐穆废咦呱隙铮俏庵痔厝ň够撕芏嗲?墒侨绻虼烁肚堑幕埃蔷桶颜庾虑楸涑闪斯ぷ鳎蔷突崛鍪植桓闪恕

  汤姆思考了一会那天发生在他身边的实质性变化,然后就到司令部报告去了。

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