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Snappy framing format description
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Last revised: 2013-10-25
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This format decribes a framing format for Snappy, allowing compressing to
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files or streams that can then more easily be decompressed without having
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to hold the entire stream in memory. It also provides data checksums to
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help verify integrity. It does not provide metadata checksums, so it does
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not protect against e.g. all forms of truncations.
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Implementation of the framing format is optional for Snappy compressors and
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decompressor; it is not part of the Snappy core specification.
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1. General structure
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The file consists solely of chunks, lying back-to-back with no padding
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in between. Each chunk consists first a single byte of chunk identifier,
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then a three-byte little-endian length of the chunk in bytes (from 0 to
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16777215, inclusive), and then the data if any. The four bytes of chunk
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header is not counted in the data length.
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The different chunk types are listed below. The first chunk must always
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be the stream identifier chunk (see section 4.1, below). The stream
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ends when the file ends -- there is no explicit end-of-file marker.
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2. File type identification
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The following identifiers for this format are recommended where appropriate.
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However, note that none have been registered officially, so this is only to
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be taken as a guideline. We use "Snappy framed" to distinguish between this
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format and raw Snappy data.
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File extension: .sz
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MIME type: application/x-snappy-framed
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HTTP Content-Encoding: x-snappy-framed
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3. Checksum format
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Some chunks have data protected by a checksum (the ones that do will say so
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explicitly). The checksums are always masked CRC-32Cs.
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A description of CRC-32C can be found in RFC 3720, section 12.1, with
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examples in section B.4.
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Checksums are not stored directly, but masked, as checksumming data and
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then its own checksum can be problematic. The masking is the same as used
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in Apache Hadoop: Rotate the checksum by 15 bits, then add the constant
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0xa282ead8 (using wraparound as normal for unsigned integers). This is
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equivalent to the following C code:
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uint32_t mask_checksum(uint32_t x) {
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return ((x >> 15) | (x << 17)) + 0xa282ead8;
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}
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Note that the masking is reversible.
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The checksum is always stored as a four bytes long integer, in little-endian.
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4. Chunk types
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The currently supported chunk types are described below. The list may
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be extended in the future.
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4.1. Stream identifier (chunk type 0xff)
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The stream identifier is always the first element in the stream.
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It is exactly six bytes long and contains "sNaPpY" in ASCII. This means that
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a valid Snappy framed stream always starts with the bytes
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0xff 0x06 0x00 0x00 0x73 0x4e 0x61 0x50 0x70 0x59
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The stream identifier chunk can come multiple times in the stream besides
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the first; if such a chunk shows up, it should simply be ignored, assuming
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it has the right length and contents. This allows for easy concatenation of
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compressed files without the need for re-framing.
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4.2. Compressed data (chunk type 0x00)
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Compressed data chunks contain a normal Snappy compressed bitstream;
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see the compressed format specification. The compressed data is preceded by
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the CRC-32C (see section 3) of the _uncompressed_ data.
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Note that the data portion of the chunk, i.e., the compressed contents,
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can be at most 16777211 bytes (2^24 - 1, minus the checksum).
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However, we place an additional restriction that the uncompressed data
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in a chunk must be no longer than 65536 bytes. This allows consumers to
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easily use small fixed-size buffers.
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4.3. Uncompressed data (chunk type 0x01)
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Uncompressed data chunks allow a compressor to send uncompressed,
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raw data; this is useful if, for instance, uncompressible or
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near-incompressible data is detected, and faster decompression is desired.
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As in the compressed chunks, the data is preceded by its own masked
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CRC-32C (see section 3).
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An uncompressed data chunk, like compressed data chunks, should contain
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no more than 65536 data bytes, so the maximum legal chunk length with the
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checksum is 65540.
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4.4. Padding (chunk type 0xfe)
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Padding chunks allow a compressor to increase the size of the data stream
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so that it complies with external demands, e.g. that the total number of
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bytes is a multiple of some value.
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All bytes of the padding chunk, except the chunk byte itself and the length,
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should be zero, but decompressors must not try to interpret or verify the
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padding data in any way.
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4.5. Reserved unskippable chunks (chunk types 0x02-0x7f)
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These are reserved for future expansion. A decoder that sees such a chunk
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should immediately return an error, as it must assume it cannot decode the
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stream correctly.
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Future versions of this specification may define meanings for these chunks.
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4.6. Reserved skippable chunks (chunk types 0x80-0xfd)
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These are also reserved for future expansion, but unlike the chunks
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described in 4.5, a decoder seeing these must skip them and continue
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decoding.
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Future versions of this specification may define meanings for these chunks.
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Snappy framing format description
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Last revised: 2013-10-25
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This format decribes a framing format for Snappy, allowing compressing to
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files or streams that can then more easily be decompressed without having
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to hold the entire stream in memory. It also provides data checksums to
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help verify integrity. It does not provide metadata checksums, so it does
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not protect against e.g. all forms of truncations.
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Implementation of the framing format is optional for Snappy compressors and
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decompressor; it is not part of the Snappy core specification.
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1. General structure
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The file consists solely of chunks, lying back-to-back with no padding
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in between. Each chunk consists first a single byte of chunk identifier,
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then a three-byte little-endian length of the chunk in bytes (from 0 to
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16777215, inclusive), and then the data if any. The four bytes of chunk
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header is not counted in the data length.
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The different chunk types are listed below. The first chunk must always
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be the stream identifier chunk (see section 4.1, below). The stream
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ends when the file ends -- there is no explicit end-of-file marker.
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2. File type identification
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The following identifiers for this format are recommended where appropriate.
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However, note that none have been registered officially, so this is only to
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be taken as a guideline. We use "Snappy framed" to distinguish between this
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format and raw Snappy data.
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File extension: .sz
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MIME type: application/x-snappy-framed
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HTTP Content-Encoding: x-snappy-framed
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3. Checksum format
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Some chunks have data protected by a checksum (the ones that do will say so
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explicitly). The checksums are always masked CRC-32Cs.
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A description of CRC-32C can be found in RFC 3720, section 12.1, with
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examples in section B.4.
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Checksums are not stored directly, but masked, as checksumming data and
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then its own checksum can be problematic. The masking is the same as used
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in Apache Hadoop: Rotate the checksum by 15 bits, then add the constant
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0xa282ead8 (using wraparound as normal for unsigned integers). This is
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equivalent to the following C code:
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uint32_t mask_checksum(uint32_t x) {
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return ((x >> 15) | (x << 17)) + 0xa282ead8;
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}
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Note that the masking is reversible.
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The checksum is always stored as a four bytes long integer, in little-endian.
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4. Chunk types
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The currently supported chunk types are described below. The list may
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be extended in the future.
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4.1. Stream identifier (chunk type 0xff)
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The stream identifier is always the first element in the stream.
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It is exactly six bytes long and contains "sNaPpY" in ASCII. This means that
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a valid Snappy framed stream always starts with the bytes
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0xff 0x06 0x00 0x00 0x73 0x4e 0x61 0x50 0x70 0x59
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The stream identifier chunk can come multiple times in the stream besides
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the first; if such a chunk shows up, it should simply be ignored, assuming
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it has the right length and contents. This allows for easy concatenation of
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compressed files without the need for re-framing.
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4.2. Compressed data (chunk type 0x00)
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Compressed data chunks contain a normal Snappy compressed bitstream;
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see the compressed format specification. The compressed data is preceded by
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the CRC-32C (see section 3) of the _uncompressed_ data.
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Note that the data portion of the chunk, i.e., the compressed contents,
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can be at most 16777211 bytes (2^24 - 1, minus the checksum).
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However, we place an additional restriction that the uncompressed data
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in a chunk must be no longer than 65536 bytes. This allows consumers to
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easily use small fixed-size buffers.
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4.3. Uncompressed data (chunk type 0x01)
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Uncompressed data chunks allow a compressor to send uncompressed,
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raw data; this is useful if, for instance, uncompressible or
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near-incompressible data is detected, and faster decompression is desired.
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As in the compressed chunks, the data is preceded by its own masked
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CRC-32C (see section 3).
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An uncompressed data chunk, like compressed data chunks, should contain
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no more than 65536 data bytes, so the maximum legal chunk length with the
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checksum is 65540.
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4.4. Padding (chunk type 0xfe)
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Padding chunks allow a compressor to increase the size of the data stream
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so that it complies with external demands, e.g. that the total number of
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bytes is a multiple of some value.
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All bytes of the padding chunk, except the chunk byte itself and the length,
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should be zero, but decompressors must not try to interpret or verify the
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padding data in any way.
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4.5. Reserved unskippable chunks (chunk types 0x02-0x7f)
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These are reserved for future expansion. A decoder that sees such a chunk
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should immediately return an error, as it must assume it cannot decode the
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stream correctly.
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Future versions of this specification may define meanings for these chunks.
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4.6. Reserved skippable chunks (chunk types 0x80-0xfd)
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These are also reserved for future expansion, but unlike the chunks
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described in 4.5, a decoder seeing these must skip them and continue
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decoding.
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Future versions of this specification may define meanings for these chunks.
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Produced by David Widger. The previous edition was updated by Jose
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Menendez.
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THE ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER
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BY
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MARK TWAIN
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(Samuel Langhorne Clemens)
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P R E F A C E
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MOST of the adventures recorded in this book really occurred; one or
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two were experiences of my own, the rest those of boys who were
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schoolmates of mine. Huck Finn is drawn from life; Tom Sawyer also, but
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not from an individual--he is a combination of the characteristics of
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three boys whom I knew, and therefore belongs to the composite order of
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architecture.
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The odd superstitions touched upon were all prevalent among children
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and slaves in the West at the period of this story--that is to say,
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thirty or forty years ago.
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Although my book is intended mainly for the entertainment of boys and
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girls, I hope it will not be shunned by men and women on that account,
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for part of my plan has been to try to pleasantly remind adults of what
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they once were themselves, and of how they felt and thought and talked,
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and what queer enterprises they sometimes engaged in.
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THE AUTHOR.
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HARTFORD, 1876.
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T O M S A W Y E R
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CHAPTER I
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"TOM!"
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No answer.
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"TOM!"
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No answer.
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"What's gone with that boy, I wonder? You TOM!"
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No answer.
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The old lady pulled her spectacles down and looked over them about the
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room; then she put them up and looked out under them. She seldom or
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never looked THROUGH them for so small a thing as a boy; they were her
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state pair, the pride of her heart, and were built for "style," not
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service--she could have seen through a pair of stove-lids just as well.
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She looked perplexed for a moment, and then said, not fiercely, but
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still loud enough for the furniture to hear:
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"Well, I lay if I get hold of you I'll--"
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She did not finish, for by this time she was bending down and punching
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under the bed with the broom, and so she needed breath to punctuate the
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punches with. She resurrected nothing but the cat.
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"I never did see the beat of that boy!"
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She went to the open door and stood in it and looked out among the
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tomato vines and "jimpson" weeds that constituted the garden. No Tom.
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So she lifted up her voice at an angle calculated for distance and
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shouted:
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"Y-o-u-u TOM!"
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There was a slight noise behind her and she turned just in time to
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seize a small boy by the slack of his roundabout and arrest his flight.
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"There! I might 'a' thought of that closet. What you been doing in
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there?"
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"Nothing."
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"Nothing! Look at your hands. And look at your mouth. What IS that
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truck?"
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"I don't know, aunt."
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"Well, I know. It's jam--that's what it is. Forty times I've said if
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you didn't let that jam alone I'd skin you. Hand me that switch."
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The switch hovered in the air--the peril was desperate--
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"My! Look behind you, aunt!"
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The old lady whirled round, and snatched her skirts out of danger. The
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lad fled on the instant, scrambled up the high board-fence, and
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disappeared over it.
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His aunt Polly stood surprised a moment, and then broke into a gentle
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laugh.
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"Hang the boy, can't I never learn anything? Ain't he played me tricks
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enough like that for me to be looking out for him by this time? But old
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fools is the biggest fools there is. Can't learn an old dog new tricks,
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as the saying is. But my goodness, he never plays them alike, two days,
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and how is a body to know what's coming? He 'pears to know just how
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long he can torment me before I get my dander up, and he knows if he
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can make out to put me off for a minute or make me laugh, it's all down
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again and I can't hit him a lick. I ain't doing my duty by that boy,
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and that's the Lord's truth, goodness knows. Spare the rod and spile
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the child, as the Good Book says. I'm a laying up sin and suffering for
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us both, I know. He's full of the Old Scratch, but laws-a-me! he's my
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own dead sister's boy, poor thing, and I ain't got the heart to lash
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him, somehow. Every time I let him off, my conscience does hurt me so,
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and every time I hit him my old heart most breaks. Well-a-well, man
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that is born of woman is of few days and full of trouble, as the
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Scripture says, and I reckon it's so. He'll play hookey this evening, *
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and [* Southwestern for "afternoon"] I'll just be obleeged to make him
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work, to-morrow, to punish him. It's mighty hard to make him work
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Saturdays, when all the boys is having holiday, but he hates work more
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than he hates anything else, and I've GOT to do some of my duty by him,
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or I'll be the ruination of the child."
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Tom did play hookey, and he had a very good time. He got back home
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barely in season to help Jim, the small colored boy, saw next-day's
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wood and split the kindlings 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
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work. Tom's younger brother (or rather half-brother) Sid was already
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through with his part of the work (picking up chips), for he was a
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quiet boy, and had no adventurous, troublesome ways.
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While Tom was eating his supper, and stealing sugar as opportunity
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offered, Aunt Polly asked him questions that were full of guile, and
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very deep--for she wanted to trap him into damaging revealments. Like
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many other simple-hearted souls, it was her pet vanity to believe she
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was endowed with a talent for dark and mysterious diplomacy, and she
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loved to contemplate her most transparent devices as marvels of low
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cunning. Said she:
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"Tom, it was middling warm in school, warn't it?"
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"Yes'm."
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"Powerful warm, warn't it?"
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"Yes'm."
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"Didn't you want to go in a-swimming, Tom?"
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A bit of a scare shot through Tom--a touch of uncomfortable suspicion.
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He searched Aunt Polly's face, but it told him nothing. So he said:
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"No'm--well, not very much."
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The old lady reached out her hand and felt Tom's shirt, and said:
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"But you ain't too warm now, though." And it flattered her to reflect
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that she had discovered that the shirt was dry without anybody knowing
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that that was what she had in her mind. But in spite of her, Tom knew
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where the wind lay, now. So he forestalled what might be the next move:
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"Some of us pumped on our heads--mine's damp yet. See?"
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Aunt Polly was vexed to think she had overlooked that bit of
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circumstantial evidence, and missed a trick. Then she had a new
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inspiration:
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"Tom, you didn't have to undo your shirt collar where I sewed it, to
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pump on your head, did you? Unbutton your jacket!"
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The trouble vanished out of Tom's face. He opened his jacket. His
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shirt collar was securely sewed.
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"Bother! Well, go 'long with you. I'd made sure you'd played hookey
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and been a-swimming. But I forgive ye, Tom. I reckon you're a kind of a
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singed cat, as the saying is--better'n you look. THIS time."
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She was half sorry her sagacity had miscarried, and half glad that Tom
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had stumbled into obedient conduct for once.
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But Sidney said:
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"Well, now, if I didn't think you sewed his collar with white thread,
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but it's black."
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"Why, I did sew it with white! Tom!"
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But Tom did not wait for the rest. As he went out at the door he said:
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"Siddy, I'll lick you for that."
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In a safe place Tom examined two large needles which were thrust into
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the lapels of his jacket, and had thread bound about them--one needle
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carried white thread and the other black. He said:
|
||||
|
||||
"She'd never noticed if it hadn't been for Sid. Confound it! sometimes
|
||||
she sews it with white, and sometimes she sews it with black. I wish to
|
||||
geeminy she'd stick to one or t'other--I can't keep the run of 'em. But
|
||||
I bet you I'll lam 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 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 practise it undisturbed.
|
||||
It consisted in a peculiar bird-like turn, a sort of liquid warble,
|
||||
produced 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 and his soul full of gratitude. He felt much as an
|
||||
astronomer feels who has discovered a new planet--no doubt, as far as
|
||||
strong, deep, unalloyed pleasure is concerned, the advantage was with
|
||||
the 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. A new-comer of any age or either sex was an impressive
|
||||
curiosity in the poor little shabby village of St. 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
|
||||
roundabout was new and natty, and so were his pantaloons. He had shoes
|
||||
on--and it was only Friday. He even wore a necktie, a bright bit of
|
||||
ribbon. He had a citified 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 the shabbier and shabbier his own outfit seemed
|
||||
to him to grow. Neither boy spoke. If one moved, the other moved--but
|
||||
only sidewise, in a circle; they kept face to face and eye to eye all
|
||||
the time. Finally Tom said:
|
||||
|
||||
"I can lick you!"
|
||||
|
||||
"I'd like to see you try it."
|
||||
|
||||
"Well, I can 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?"
|
||||
|
||||
"'Tisn't any of your business, maybe."
|
||||
|
||||
"Well I 'low I'll MAKE it my business."
|
||||
|
||||
"Well why don't you?"
|
||||
|
||||
"If you say much, I will."
|
||||
|
||||
"Much--much--MUCH. There 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 WILL, if you fool with me."
|
||||
|
||||
"Oh yes--I've seen whole families in the same fix."
|
||||
|
||||
"Smarty! You think you're 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 liar and dasn't take it up."
|
||||
|
||||
"Aw--take a walk!"
|
||||
|
||||
"Say--if you give me much more of your sass I'll take and bounce a
|
||||
rock off'n your head."
|
||||
|
||||
"Oh, of COURSE you will."
|
||||
|
||||
"Well I WILL."
|
||||
|
||||
"Well why don't you DO it then? What 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."
|
||||
|
||||
Another pause, and more eying and sidling around each other. Presently
|
||||
they were shoulder to shoulder. Tom said:
|
||||
|
||||
"Get away from here!"
|
||||
|
||||
"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 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, he can throw him over that fence, too."
|
||||
[Both brothers were imaginary.]
|
||||
|
||||
"That's a lie."
|
||||
|
||||
"YOUR saying so don'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 let's see you do it."
|
||||
|
||||
"Don't you crowd me now; you 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 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 nose, 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 'nuff!" said he.
|
||||
|
||||
The boy only struggled to free himself. He was crying--mainly from rage.
|
||||
|
||||
"Holler 'nuff!"--and the pounding went on.
|
||||
|
||||
At last the stranger got out a smothered "'Nuff!" 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 what he would do to Tom the "next time he caught him out."
|
||||
To which Tom responded with jeers, and started off in high feather, and
|
||||
as soon as his back was turned the new boy snatched up a stone, threw
|
||||
it and hit him between the shoulders and then turned tail and ran like
|
||||
an antelope. Tom chased the traitor home, and thus found out where he
|
||||
lived. He then held a position at the gate for some time, 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, 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.
|
||||
Produced by David Widger. The previous edition was updated by Jose
|
||||
Menendez.
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
THE ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER
|
||||
BY
|
||||
MARK TWAIN
|
||||
(Samuel Langhorne Clemens)
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
P R E F A C E
|
||||
|
||||
MOST of the adventures recorded in this book really occurred; one or
|
||||
two were experiences of my own, the rest those of boys who were
|
||||
schoolmates of mine. Huck Finn is drawn from life; Tom Sawyer also, but
|
||||
not from an individual--he is a combination of the characteristics of
|
||||
three boys whom I knew, and therefore belongs to the composite order of
|
||||
architecture.
|
||||
|
||||
The odd superstitions touched upon were all prevalent among children
|
||||
and slaves in the West at the period of this story--that is to say,
|
||||
thirty or forty years ago.
|
||||
|
||||
Although my book is intended mainly for the entertainment of boys and
|
||||
girls, I hope it will not be shunned by men and women on that account,
|
||||
for part of my plan has been to try to pleasantly remind adults of what
|
||||
they once were themselves, and of how they felt and thought and talked,
|
||||
and what queer enterprises they sometimes engaged in.
|
||||
|
||||
THE AUTHOR.
|
||||
|
||||
HARTFORD, 1876.
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
T O M S A W Y E R
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
CHAPTER I
|
||||
|
||||
"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; 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, 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 the broom, and so she needed breath to punctuate the
|
||||
punches with. She resurrected nothing but the cat.
|
||||
|
||||
"I never did 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:
|
||||
|
||||
"Y-o-u-u TOM!"
|
||||
|
||||
There was 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 'a' 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. It's jam--that's what it is. Forty times I've said if
|
||||
you didn't let that jam alone I'd 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 board-fence, and
|
||||
disappeared over it.
|
||||
|
||||
His aunt Polly stood surprised a moment, and then broke into a gentle
|
||||
laugh.
|
||||
|
||||
"Hang the 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, he never plays them alike, two days,
|
||||
and how is a body to know what's coming? He 'pears 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,
|
||||
and that's the Lord's truth, goodness knows. Spare the rod and spile
|
||||
the child, as the Good Book says. I'm a laying up sin and suffering for
|
||||
us both, I know. He's full of the Old Scratch, but laws-a-me! he's my
|
||||
own dead sister's 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-a-well, man
|
||||
that is born of woman is of few days and full of trouble, as the
|
||||
Scripture says, and I reckon it's so. He'll play hookey this evening, *
|
||||
and [* Southwestern for "afternoon"] I'll just be obleeged to make him
|
||||
work, to-morrow, 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 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 hookey, 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 kindlings before supper--at least he was there in
|
||||
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 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, it was middling warm in school, warn't it?"
|
||||
|
||||
"Yes'm."
|
||||
|
||||
"Powerful warm, warn't it?"
|
||||
|
||||
"Yes'm."
|
||||
|
||||
"Didn't you want to go in a-swimming, 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:
|
||||
|
||||
"No'm--well, not very much."
|
||||
|
||||
The old lady 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 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 opened his jacket. His
|
||||
shirt collar was securely sewed.
|
||||
|
||||
"Bother! Well, go 'long with you. I'd made sure you'd played hookey
|
||||
and been a-swimming. But I forgive ye, Tom. I reckon you're a kind of a
|
||||
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 stumbled into obedient conduct for once.
|
||||
|
||||
But Sidney said:
|
||||
|
||||
"Well, now, if I didn't think you sewed his collar with white thread,
|
||||
but it's black."
|
||||
|
||||
"Why, I did sew it with white! Tom!"
|
||||
|
||||
But Tom did not wait for the rest. As he went out at the door he said:
|
||||
|
||||
"Siddy, I'll lick you for that."
|
||||
|
||||
In a safe place Tom examined two large needles 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 sews it with white, and sometimes she sews it with black. I wish to
|
||||
geeminy she'd stick to one or t'other--I can't keep the run of 'em. But
|
||||
I bet you I'll lam 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 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 practise it undisturbed.
|
||||
It consisted in a peculiar bird-like turn, a sort of liquid warble,
|
||||
produced 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 and his soul full of gratitude. He felt much as an
|
||||
astronomer feels who has discovered a new planet--no doubt, as far as
|
||||
strong, deep, unalloyed pleasure is concerned, the advantage was with
|
||||
the 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. A new-comer of any age or either sex was an impressive
|
||||
curiosity in the poor little shabby village of St. 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
|
||||
roundabout was new and natty, and so were his pantaloons. He had shoes
|
||||
on--and it was only Friday. He even wore a necktie, a bright bit of
|
||||
ribbon. He had a citified 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 the shabbier and shabbier his own outfit seemed
|
||||
to him to grow. Neither boy spoke. If one moved, the other moved--but
|
||||
only sidewise, in a circle; they kept face to face and eye to eye all
|
||||
the time. Finally Tom said:
|
||||
|
||||
"I can lick you!"
|
||||
|
||||
"I'd like to see you try it."
|
||||
|
||||
"Well, I can 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?"
|
||||
|
||||
"'Tisn't any of your business, maybe."
|
||||
|
||||
"Well I 'low I'll MAKE it my business."
|
||||
|
||||
"Well why don't you?"
|
||||
|
||||
"If you say much, I will."
|
||||
|
||||
"Much--much--MUCH. There now."
|
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"Oh, you think you're mighty smart, DON'T you? I could lick you with
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one hand tied behind me, if I wanted to."
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"Well why don't you DO it? You SAY you can do it."
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"Well I WILL, if you fool with me."
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"Oh yes--I've seen whole families in the same fix."
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"Smarty! You think you're SOME, now, DON'T you? Oh, what a hat!"
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"You can lump that hat if you don't like it. I dare you to knock it
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off--and anybody that'll take a dare will suck eggs."
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"You're a liar!"
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"You're another."
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"You're a fighting liar and dasn't take it up."
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"Aw--take a walk!"
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"Say--if you give me much more of your sass I'll take and bounce a
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rock off'n your head."
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"Oh, of COURSE you will."
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"Well I WILL."
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"Well why don't you DO it then? What do you keep SAYING you will for?
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Why don't you DO it? It's because you're afraid."
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"I AIN'T afraid."
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"You are."
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"I ain't."
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"You are."
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Another pause, and more eying and sidling around each other. Presently
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they were shoulder to shoulder. Tom said:
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"Get away from here!"
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"Go away yourself!"
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"I won't."
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"I won't either."
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So they stood, each with a foot placed at an angle as a brace, and
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both shoving with might and main, and glowering at each other with
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hate. But neither could get an advantage. After struggling till both
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were hot and flushed, each relaxed his strain with watchful caution,
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and Tom said:
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"You're a coward and a pup. I'll tell my big brother on you, and he
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can thrash you with his little finger, and I'll make him do it, too."
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"What do I care for your big brother? I've got a brother that's bigger
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than he is--and what's more, he can throw him over that fence, too."
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[Both brothers were imaginary.]
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"That's a lie."
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"YOUR saying so don't make it so."
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Tom drew a line in the dust with his big toe, and said:
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"I dare you to step over that, and I'll lick you till you can't stand
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up. Anybody that'll take a dare will steal sheep."
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The new boy stepped over promptly, and said:
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"Now you said you'd do it, now let's see you do it."
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"Don't you crowd me now; you better look out."
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"Well, you SAID you'd do it--why don't you do it?"
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"By jingo! for two cents I WILL do it."
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The new boy took two broad coppers out of his pocket and held them out
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with derision. Tom struck them to the ground. In an instant both boys
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were rolling and tumbling in the dirt, gripped together like cats; and
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for the space of a minute they tugged and tore at each other's hair and
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clothes, punched and scratched each other's nose, and covered
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themselves with dust and glory. Presently the confusion took form, and
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through the fog of battle Tom appeared, seated astride the new boy, and
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pounding him with his fists. "Holler 'nuff!" said he.
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The boy only struggled to free himself. He was crying--mainly from rage.
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"Holler 'nuff!"--and the pounding went on.
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At last the stranger got out a smothered "'Nuff!" and Tom let him up
|
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and said:
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|
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"Now that'll learn you. Better look out who you're fooling with next
|
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time."
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The new boy went off brushing the dust from his clothes, sobbing,
|
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snuffling, and occasionally looking back and shaking his head and
|
||||
threatening what he would do to Tom the "next time he caught him out."
|
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To which Tom responded with jeers, and started off in high feather, and
|
||||
as soon as his back was turned the new boy snatched up a stone, threw
|
||||
it and hit him between the shoulders and then turned tail and ran like
|
||||
an antelope. Tom chased the traitor home, and thus found out where he
|
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lived. He then held a position at the gate for some time, 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, 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.
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framing_format_uncompress(inStream, outStream)
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var okResult = readFile(uncompDir & target)
|
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if outStream.getOutput(string) != okResult:
|
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let expected = readFile(uncompDir & target)
|
||||
let actual = outStream.getOutput(string)
|
||||
|
||||
if actual != expected:
|
||||
check false
|
||||
else:
|
||||
check true
|
||||
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