El sol s'aixecà damunt un món tranquil, i resplendí damunt el poblet pacífic com una benedicció. Acabat el desdejuni, la tia Polly començà les pràctiques religioses de la família: primer de tot digué una pregària erigida en sòlides fileres de cites escripturístiques, encastades amb un prim morter de originalitat; i des del cim d'aquell monument, llegí un capítol ferreny de la llei mosaica, com si fos del Sinaí estant.
THE sun rose upon a tranquil world, and beamed down upon the peaceful village like a benediction. Breakfast over, Aunt Polly had family worship: it began with a prayer built from the ground up of solid courses of Scriptural quotations, welded together with a thin mortar of originality; and from the summit of this she delivered a grim chapter of the Mosaic Law, as from Sinai.
Després Tom es nuà el cinyell, per dir-ho així, i es posà a la tasca per apendre sos versicles. Sid havia après la lliçó dies abans. Tom despengué tota la seva energia en encabir-se cinc versicles a la memòria; i trià una part del sermó de la Muntanya, perquè no pogué trobar versicles que fossin més curts. Al cap de mitja hora, Tom tenia una vaga idea general de la seva lliçó, però només que això, perquè son magí atravessava tot el camp del pensament humà, i ses mans eren atrafegades en distraccions recreatives. Mary prengué son llibre per fer-lo recitar, i ell maldà per descobrir son camí entre la boira.
Then Tom girded up his loins, so to speak, and went to work to "get his verses." Sid had learned his lesson days before. Tom bent all his energies to the memorizing of five verses, and he chose part of the Sermon on the Mount, because he could find no verses that were shorter. At the end of half an hour Tom had a vague general idea of his lesson, but no more, for his mind was traversing the whole field of human thought, and his hands were busy with distracting recreations. Mary took his book to hear him recite, and he tried to find his way through the fog:
-Benaventurats els a... a...
"Blessed are the--a--a--"
-Pobres.
"Poor"--
-Sí... pobres. Benaventurats el pobres a... a...
"Yes--poor; blessed are the poor--a--a--"
-En esperit...
"In spirit--"
-En esperit. Benaventurats els pobres en esperit, perquè ells... ells...
"In spirit; blessed are the poor in spirit, for they--they--"
-Llur...
"Theirs--"
-Perquè llur. Benaventurats els pobres en esperit perquè llur... és el reialme del cel. Benaventurats els que ploren, perquè ells... ells...
"For theirs. Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are they that mourn, for they--they--"
-Se...
"Sh--"
-Perque ells... a...
"For they--a--"
-S. e...
"S, H, A--"
-Perquè ells essa e... Oh! No sé què és, això!
"For they S, H--Oh, I don't know what it is!"
-Seran!
"Shall!"
-Oh! Seran! Perquè ells seran... perquè ells seran a... a... Seran plorats... a... a... Benaventurats els que seran... els que a... els que seran plorats, seran a... a... seran què? Perquè no m'ho dieu, Mary? Perquè us plau ésser tan roïna?
"Oh, shall! for they shall--for they shall--a--a--shall mourn--a--a--blessed are they that shall--they that--a--they that shall mourn, for they shall--a--shall what? Why don't you tell me, Mary?--what do you want to be so mean for?"
-O Tom, pobre cap de fusta! No és pas que jo us sigui un corcó. No ho voldria pas, de ser-vos-en. Heu de tornar-hi, i apendre-ho. No us descoratgeu, Tom: ja en sortireu... I, un cop n'hagueu sortit, us donaré quelcom d'allò més bonic! Ah! així: això és un bon minyó!
"Oh, Tom, you poor thick-headed thing, I'm not teasing you. I wouldn't do that. You must go and learn it again. Don't you be discouraged, Tom, you'll manage it--and if you do, I'll give you something ever so nice. There, now, that's a good boy."
-Molt bé! I quína cosa és, Mary? Digueu-me quína cosa és.
"All right! What is it, Mary, tell me what it is."
-Deixeu-ho córrer, Tom. Ja sabeu que si dic que és bonic, és bonic.
"Never you mind, Tom. You know if I say it's nice, it is nice."
-Oi, Mary. Molt bé: m'hi aferrussaré altra vegada.
"You bet you that's so, Mary. All right, I'll tackle it again."
I s'hi aferrussà altra vegada; I, sota la doble tensió de la tafaneria i el guany en perspectiva, ho féu amb tant d'abrivament, que reeixí d'una manera esclatant. Mary li donà un flamant ganivet Barlow, que costava dos rals i escadús; i la convulsió de gaubança que féu trontollar el seu organisme el sacsejà fins als fonaments. En veritat, el ganivet no servia per a tallar res, però era un evident Barlow, i aquest instrument era d'una inconcebible sumptuositat; baldament la qüestió de si els nois de l'Oest havien o no arribat a imaginar que semblant arma podia segurament ser falsificada per al seu menyscabament, és un imposant misteri que mai serà resolt, tal vegada. A Tom se li acudí de fer-hi senyals a l'armari, i anava preparant-se per començar la tasca a la taula escriptori, quan el cridaren a abillar-se per a l'escola dominical.
And he did "tackle it again"--and under the double pressure of curiosity and prospective gain he did it with such spirit that he accomplished a shining success. Mary gave him a brand-new "Barlow" knife worth twelve and a half cents; and the convulsion of delight that swept his system shook him to his foundations. True, the knife would not cut anything, but it was a "sure-enough" Barlow, and there was inconceivable grandeur in that--though where the Western boys ever got the idea that such a weapon could possibly be counterfeited to its injury is an imposing mystery and will always remain so, perhaps. Tom contrived to scarify the cupboard with it, and was arranging to begin on the bureau, when he was called off to dress for Sunday-school.
Maria li donà una ribella de llauna amb la seva aigua, i un troç de sabó, i ell passà la porta i posà la ribella damunt d'un escambell que hi havia per allí: després ficà el sabó a l'aigua i l'hi deixà estar; s'arremangà les mànegues; escampà dolçament l'aigua per terra; i després entrà a la cuina i començà d'eixugar-se la cara diligentment amb la tovallola de darrera la porta. Però Mary remogué la tovallola i digué:
Mary gave him a tin basin of water and a piece of soap, and he went outside the door and set the basin on a little bench there; then he dipped the soap in the water and laid it down; turned up his sleeves; poured out the water on the ground, gently, and then entered the kitchen and began to wipe his face diligently on the towel behind the door. But Mary removed the towel and said:
-No us en deu vergonya, Tom? No sigueu tan dolent. L'aigua no us farà cap mal.
"Now ain't you ashamed, Tom. You mustn't be so bad. Water won't hurt you."
Tom romangué una mica desconcertat. La ribella fou emplenada de bell nou, i aquesta vegada Tom es decantà damunt ella una estoneta, arreplegant coratge; s'hi ficà amb una alenada profunda, i ho envestí. Quan entrà a la cuina al cap de poc, amb els ulls closos, i anant a les palpentes amb totes dues mans en cerca de la tovallola, un honorable testimoni de sabonera i aigua degotava de la seva faç. Però en eixir de la tovallola, son estat no era encara satisfactori, perquè l'àrea neta cessava de cop i volta, com si fos una màscara, damunt la seva barba i les seves barres. Per sota i més enllà d'aquesta ratlla hi havia una ombrívola extensió de territori eixut, que s'estenia cap avall pel seu davant, i, pel darrera, al voltant del coll. Mary el prengué pel seu compte, i quan estigué llest era un home i un germà, sense diferència de color; i son cabell amarat era pentinat gentilment, i sos petits rulls elaborats amb un efecte general d'exquisidesa i simetria. (Ell s'aplanava els rulls d'amagat, amb treball i molèsties, i s'encastava el cabell ben arran del cap, perquè opinava que els rulls eren afeminats, i els seus li omplien la vida d'amargor.) Després Mary tragué un tern que ell no havia usat sinó els diumenges per espai de dos anys (hom ne deia, senzillament, «l'altre vestit»). I d'això en podem deduir la magnitud del seu guarda-roba. La noia l'endegà, després que ell mateix s'hagué abillat; cordà el gec polit fins a la seva barba, girà el gran coll de camisa damunt les seves espatlles, el raspallà i el coronà amb el capell de palla, que tot era de clapes. Semblava ara en gran manera millorat i inconfortable; i, verament, es sentia tan inconfortable com semblava, perquè tot el vestit i la netedat l'enravenaven d'una manera, que allò era un fel. Esperava que Maria s'oblidaria de les seves sabates, però l'esperança es mustigà; va untar-les totes amb sèu, com era el costum, i les portà. Ell perdé el bon geni, i digué que sempre li feien fer allò que no volia. Però Maria digué persuasivament:
Tom was a trifle disconcerted. The basin was refilled, and this time he stood over it a little while, gathering resolution; took in a big breath and began. When he entered the kitchen presently, with both eyes shut and groping for the towel with his hands, an honorable testimony of suds and water was dripping from his face. But when he emerged from the towel, he was not yet satisfactory, for the clean territory stopped short at his chin and his jaws, like a mask; below and beyond this line there was a dark expanse of unirrigated soil that spread downward in front and backward around his neck. Mary took him in hand, and when she was done with him he was a man and a brother, without distinction of color, and his saturated hair was neatly brushed, and its short curls wrought into a dainty and symmetrical general effect. [He privately smoothed out the curls, with labor and difficulty, and plastered his hair close down to his head; for he held curls to be effeminate, and his own filled his life with bitterness.] Then Mary got out a suit of his clothing that had been used only on Sundays during two years--they were simply called his "other clothes"--and so by that we know the size of his wardrobe. The girl "put him to rights" after he had dressed himself; she buttoned his neat roundabout up to his chin, turned his vast shirt collar down over his shoulders, brushed him off and crowned him with his speckled straw hat. He now looked exceedingly improved and uncomfortable. He was fully as uncomfortable as he looked; for there was a restraint about whole clothes and cleanliness that galled him. He hoped that Mary would forget his shoes, but the hope was blighted; she coated them thoroughly with tallow, as was the custom, and brought them out. He lost his temper and said he was always being made to do everything he didn't want to do. But Mary said, persuasively:
-Tom, vejam... això és ser bon minyó?
"Please, Tom--that's a good boy."
Així és que es ficà les sabates, tot rondinant. Mary aviat estigué llesta, i els tres infants eixiren cap a l'escola dominical, indret que Tom odiava amb tot el cor; però a Sid i Mary els plaïa.
So he got into the shoes snarling. Mary was soon ready, and the three children set out for Sunday-school--a place that Tom hated with his whole heart; but Sid and Mary were fond of it.
L'escola del diumenge durava de les nou fins a dos quarts d'onze; i després venia el servei religiós. Dos dels infants romanien sempre voluntàriament a oir el sermó; l'altre romania també... per motius més poderosos. Els bancs de respatller enlairat i sense coixins que hi havia a l'església podrien contenir unes tres centes persones; l'edifici era una petita cosa senzilla, amb una mena de caixa de pi al cim, com a cloquer. A la porta, Tom reculà i s'acostà a un camarada que duia el vestit de les festes.
Sabbath-school hours were from nine to half-past ten; and then church service. Two of the children always remained for the sermon voluntarily, and the other always remained too--for stronger reasons. The church's high-backed, uncushioned pews would seat about three hundred persons; the edifice was but a small, plain affair, with a sort of pine board tree-box on top of it for a steeple. At the door Tom dropped back a step and accosted a Sunday-dressed comrade:
-Escolta, Bill: tens un bitllet groc?
"Say, Billy, got a yaller ticket?"
-Sí.
"Yes."
-Quant ne vols?
"What'll you take for her?"
-Quant ne dones?
"What'll you give?"
-Un tros de llamí i un ham de pescar.
"Piece of lickrish and a fish-hook."
-Deixa-m'ho veure.
"Less see 'em."
Tom ho exhibí. Eren satisfactoris, i hi hagué barata de propietat. Després Tom vengué un parell de bales bones i blanques per tres bitllets vermells, i alguna altra bagatel·la per un parell de blaus. Sotjà altres nois a mesura que venien, i continuà comprant bitllets de diverses colors, per deu o quinze minuts més. Entrà a l'església, després, amb un eixam de nois i noies nets i sorollosos; se n'anà cap el seu seient i començà una baralla amb el primer noi que trobà al seu abast. El mestre, hom greu i ancià, va intervenir-hi; després girà l'esquena un moment, i Tom estirà els cabells d'un noi del banc veí, i estava tot absort llegint son llibre quan el noi va girar-se. Clavà una agulla en un altre noi, tot seguit, per a sentir-li dir: -Ui!- i fou renyat novament pel mestre. Tota la classe de Tom era d'un model: inquieta, sorollosa i carregosa. Quan els tocava de dir la lliçó, cap d'ells no sabia els versicles perfectament, sinó que tothom els ho havia d'apuntar. Tanmateix, però, passaven prou turment, i cadascú tenia son premi en bitlletets blaus, cada un dels quals portava un passatge de l'Escriptura; cada bitllet blau era la paga d'haver recitat dos versicles. Deu bitllets blaus equivalien a un de vermell, i podien ser-hi baratats; deu bitllets vermells equivalien a un de groc; per cada deu bitllets grocs el superintendent donava una Bíblia molt senzillament enquadernada (que no arribava a valer mig dòlar en aquells temps venturosos) al deixeble. Quants de mos lectors tindrien l'activitat i l'aplicació d'encabir-se a la memòria dos mil versicles, fins i tot per una Bíblia de Doré? I, no obstant, Mary havia adquirit dues Bíblies d'aquesta manera; això li representava la tasca pacient de dos anys; i un noi de parentela alemanya n'havia guanyades quatre o cinc. Una vegada, aquest recità tres mil versicles sense aturar-se; però la tensió exercida damunt ses facultats mentals era massa gran, i des d'aquell dia esdevingué poc menys que un idiota: lamentable infortuni per a l'escola, perquè en les grans avinenteses, davant d'espectadors, el superintendent sempre feia sortir aquell noi perquè (com deia Tom) «s'engegués». Només els deixebles vells procuraven servar llurs bitllets, no deixant de banda llur tediosa tasca fins a assolir una Bíblia: així és que la remissió d'un d'aquests premis era un rar i notable esdeveniment; el deixeble que havia reeixit era tan gran i conspicu, aquell dia, que en tal moment tot si d'alumne s'encenia d'una nova ambició que ben sovint durava un parell de setmanes. És possible que l'estómac intel·lectual de Tom no hagués mai experimentat veritable fam d'un d'aquests premis; però tot son ésser, evidentment, s'havia delit molts de dies per la glòria i l'esclat que els voltava.
Tom exhibited. They were satisfactory, and the property changed hands. Then Tom traded a couple of white alleys for three red tickets, and some small trifle or other for a couple of blue ones. He waylaid other boys as they came, and went on buying tickets of various colors ten or fifteen minutes longer. He entered the church, now, with a swarm of clean and noisy boys and girls, proceeded to his seat and started a quarrel with the first boy that came handy. The teacher, a grave, elderly man, interfered; then turned his back a moment and Tom pulled a boy's hair in the next bench, and was absorbed in his book when the boy turned around; stuck a pin in another boy, presently, in order to hear him say "Ouch!" and got a new reprimand from his teacher. Tom's whole class were of a pattern--restless, noisy, and troublesome. When they came to recite their lessons, not one of them knew his verses perfectly, but had to be prompted all along. However, they worried through, and each got his reward--in small blue tickets, each with a passage of Scripture on it; each blue ticket was pay for two verses of the recitation. Ten blue tickets equalled a red one, and could be exchanged for it; ten red tickets equalled a yellow one; for ten yellow tickets the superintendent gave a very plainly bound Bible (worth forty cents in those easy times) to the pupil. How many of my readers would have the industry and application to memorize two thousand verses, even for a Dore Bible? And yet Mary had acquired two Bibles in this way--it was the patient work of two years--and a boy of German parentage had won four or five. He once recited three thousand verses without stopping; but the strain upon his mental faculties was too great, and he was little better than an idiot from that day forth--a grievous misfortune for the school, for on great occasions, before company, the superintendent (as Tom expressed it) had always made this boy come out and "spread himself." Only the older pupils managed to keep their tickets and stick to their tedious work long enough to get a Bible, and so the delivery of one of these prizes was a rare and noteworthy circumstance; the successful pupil was so great and conspicuous for that day that on the spot every scholar's heart was fired with a fresh ambition that often lasted a couple of weeks. It is possible that Tom's mental stomach had never really hungered for one of those prizes, but unquestionably his entire being had for many a day longed for the glory and the eclat that came with it.
Com de costum, el superintendent romania dret, en front del púlpit, amb un llibre d'himnes, tancat, a la mà i l'índex ficat entre les seves pàgines, i comandà atenció. Quan un superintendent d'escola de diumenge fa son petit discurs habitual, un llibre d'himnes a la mà li és tan necessari com la inevitable fulla de música a un cantaire que està part davant d'una plataforma i canta un solo en un concert, encara que el motiu d'això és un misteri; perquè el pacient no passa mai els ulls pel llibre d'himnes ni per la fulla de música. Aquest superintendent era una tènue criatura de trenta cinc anys, amb una perilla crespada i cabell curt i crespat; portava un coll rígid i dret, l'extrem superior del qual ben bé li arribava a les orelles, i les agudes puntes del qual s'encorbaven cap endavant, en front dels angles de la seva boca: aquest clos obligava a un esguard ben recte cap endavant, i a girar tot el cos quan calia mirar de costat. La seva barba l'apuntalava una corbata tota estesa, que era tan llarga i tan ampla com un bitllet de banc, i tenia caps de serrell; els extrems de les seves botes eren girats violentament cap amunt, segons la moda del dia, com a lliscadores de trineu: efecte pacientment i laboriosament produït pels joves, seient amb els dits del peu apretats contra una paret hores senceres. El senyor Walters era de posat molt curiós, i de cor ben sincer i com cal; i tenia les coses i els indrets sagrats en tanta de reverència, i els separava tant de les matèries mundanals, que, sense que ell se n'adonés, la seva veu d'escola de diumenge havia adquirit una entonació peculiar que desapareixia totalment els dies de feina. Començà d'aquesta manera:
In due course the superintendent stood up in front of the pulpit, with a closed hymn-book in his hand and his forefinger inserted between its leaves, and commanded attention. When a Sunday-school superintendent makes his customary little speech, a hymn-book in the hand is as necessary as is the inevitable sheet of music in the hand of a singer who stands forward on the platform and sings a solo at a concert--though why, is a mystery: for neither the hymn-book nor the sheet of music is ever referred to by the sufferer. This superintendent was a slim creature of thirty-five, with a sandy goatee and short sandy hair; he wore a stiff standing-collar whose upper edge almost reached his ears and whose sharp points curved forward abreast the corners of his mouth--a fence that compelled a straight lookout ahead, and a turning of the whole body when a side view was required; his chin was propped on a spreading cravat which was as broad and as long as a bank-note, and had fringed ends; his boot toes were turned sharply up, in the fashion of the day, like sleigh-runners--an effect patiently and laboriously produced by the young men by sitting with their toes pressed against a wall for hours together. Mr. Walters was very earnest of mien, and very sincere and honest at heart; and he held sacred things and places in such reverence, and so separated them from worldly matters, that unconsciously to himself his Sunday-school voice had acquired a peculiar intonation which was wholly absent on week-days. He began after this fashion:
-Ara, minyons, necessito que segueu tan correctament i gentilment com pugueu, i em presteu tota la vostra atenció per un minut o dos. Això és, així. Així és com ho fan els nens i les nenes bons minyons. Estic veient una nena petita que mira enfora de la finestra; em temo que es pensa que estic en algun indret d'allí fora: potser dalt d'un arbre fent un discurs als ocellets. (Rialleta aprovatòria.) He de dir-vos quin bé em fa, de veure tantes carones netes i brillants acoblades en un lloc com aquest, aprenent de obrar rectament i d'ésser bons.
I així succesivament. No és necessari de trametre la resta del discurs. És un model que no varia; això fa que ens sigui familiar a tots.
"Now, children, I want you all to sit up just as straight and pretty as you can and give me all your attention for a minute or two. There--that is it. That is the way good little boys and girls should do. I see one little girl who is looking out of the window--I am afraid she thinks I am out there somewhere--perhaps up in one of the trees making a speech to the little birds. [Applausive titter.] I want to tell you how good it makes me feel to see so many bright, clean little faces assembled in a place like this, learning to do right and be good." And so forth and so on. It is not necessary to set down the rest of the oration. It was of a pattern which does not vary, and so it is familiar to us all.
El darrer terç del discurs fou malmès pel renovellament de lluites i altres divertiments entre alguns nois de mala conducta, i per les inquietuds i murmuris que s'estenien arreu arreu, banyant, fins i tot, els fonaments de roques isolades i incorruptibles com Sid i Mary. Però tot això parà de sobte en apaivagar-se la veu del senyor Walters; i la conclusió del discurs fou rebuda amb un esclat de silenciós agraïment.
The latter third of the speech was marred by the resumption of fights and other recreations among certain of the bad boys, and by fidgetings and whisperings that extended far and wide, washing even to the bases of isolated and incorruptible rocks like Sid and Mary. But now every sound ceased suddenly, with the subsidence of Mr. Walters' voice, and the conclusion of the speech was received with a burst of silent gratitude.
Una bella part dels murmuris havia estat ocasionada per un esdeveniment més o menys inavesat: l'entrada de visitants: l'advocat Thatcher, acompanyat de un home molt vell i molt feble, i d'un bell senyor cavallerívol, de mitja edat i cabell gris d'acer, i una senyora tota digna, que era sens dubte la muller de aquest. La senyora portava una nena. Tom havia estat inquiet y ple de pruïges i malhumor, i amb la consciència que el remordia: no podia confrontar l'esguard d'Amy Lawrence, no podia sofrir sa mirada amorosa. Però quan veié la petita nouvinguda, son esperit se abrandà tot ell de benaventurança en un dir Jesús. A l'instant següent, feia ostentació de si mateix amb totes les seves forces; dant cops de puny als altres nois, estirant-los els cabells, fent ganyotes: en una paraula, servint-se de tota art que semblés adequada per a fascinar una noia i guanyar-ne l'aplaudiment. La seva gaubança no tenia sinó una clivella: el record de la seva humiliació en el jardí d'aquell àngel; però aquella sorrenca memòria l'anaren esborrant ones rues de felicitat que li passaven al damunt.
A good part of the whispering had been occasioned by an event which was more or less rare--the entrance of visitors: lawyer Thatcher, accompanied by a very feeble and aged man; a fine, portly, middle-aged gentleman with iron-gray hair; and a dignified lady who was doubtless the latter's wife. The lady was leading a child. Tom had been restless and full of chafings and repinings; conscience-smitten, too--he could not meet Amy Lawrence's eye, he could not brook her loving gaze. But when he saw this small newcomer his soul was all ablaze with bliss in a moment. The next moment he was "showing off" with all his might--cuffing boys, pulling hair, making faces--in a word, using every art that seemed likely to fascinate a girl and win her applause. His exaltation had but one alloy--the memory of his humiliation in this angel's garden--and that record in sand was fast washing out, under the waves of happiness that were sweeping over it now.
Als visitants hom els donà el més alt seient d'honor, i, tan prest com fou acabat el discurs del senyor Walters, ell els presentà a l'escola. El senyor de mitja edat resultà ésser un prodigiós personatge; no altre que el jutge del comtat; la més augusta creació, en absolut, que aquells infants haguessin mai contemplat, i ells es demanaven de quina mena de material era bastit; i mig volien sentir-lo braolar i mig temien que arribés a fer-ho. Era de Constantinoble, a dotze milles de distància; així és que havia viatjat i vist el món: els ulls que hom tenia al davant havien vist la Casa del Tribunal del Comtat, que hom deia que tenia una teulada de llauna. L'astorament que aquestes reflexions inspiraven, el demostrava l'impressionat silenci i les fileres d'ulls mirant de fit a fit. Aquest era el gran jutge Thatcher, germà de llur propi advocat. Jeff Thatcher immediatament avançà a mostrar-se familiar amb el gran home i a ésser envejat per l'escola. Hauria estat música per a son esperit, de sentir els murmuris.
The visitors were given the highest seat of honor, and as soon as Mr. Walters' speech was finished, he introduced them to the school. The middle-aged man turned out to be a prodigious personage--no less a one than the county judge--altogether the most august creation these children had ever looked upon--and they wondered what kind of material he was made of--and they half wanted to hear him roar, and were half afraid he might, too. He was from Constantinople, twelve miles away--so he had travelled, and seen the world--these very eyes had looked upon the county court-house--which was said to have a tin roof. The awe which these reflections inspired was attested by the impressive silence and the ranks of staring eyes. This was the great Judge Thatcher, brother of their own lawyer. Jeff Thatcher immediately went forward, to be familiar with the great man and be envied by the school. It would have been music to his soul to hear the whisperings:
-Mira-te'l, Jim! còm puja allí damunt. Mira! ara va a donar-li una estreta de mà; ara li està donant l'estreta de mà. Ma noi! No t'agradaria d'ésser En Jeff?
"Look at him, Jim! He's a going up there. Say--look! he's a going to shake hands with him--he is shaking hands with him! By jings, don't you wish you was Jeff?"
El senyor Walters es posa a «fer-se veure» amb tota mena de bellugueigs i activitats, donant ordes, formulant judicis, fent advertiments aquí, allí, onsevulla que pogués trobar una rodella. El bibliotecari «es feia veure», corrent d'ací d'allí amb les mans plenes de llibres i fent una pila d'aquella fressa i aldarull en que es complau l'autoritat d'un insecte. Les joves senyoretes mestresses «es feien veure», decantant-se dolçament damunt deixebles que feia poc temps havien estat apunyegats, alçant ditets advertidors envers els nois dolents i dant amorosos copets als bons minyons; els joves senyors mestres «es feien veure» amb petits renys i altres petites demostracions d'autoritat i bella atenció a la disciplina; i la major part dels mestres, d'ambdós sexes, trobaren coses a fer a la llibreria, vora el púlpit, i eren coses que calia tornar a fer dues o tres vegades (amb molta de vexació aparent). Les nenes «es feien veure» de diverses maneres, i els nens «es feien veure» amb tanta de diligència, que l'aire era tot ple de boles de paper i del murmuri de les baralles. I, per damunt de tot això, el gran home seia, i irradiava un majestuós somriure judicial damunt tota la casa, i s'escalfava al sol de la seva pròpia grandiositat, perquè també ell «es feia veure».
Mr. Walters fell to "showing off," with all sorts of official bustlings and activities, giving orders, delivering judgments, discharging directions here, there, everywhere that he could find a target. The librarian "showed off"--running hither and thither with his arms full of books and making a deal of the splutter and fuss that insect authority delights in. The young lady teachers "showed off"--bending sweetly over pupils that were lately being boxed, lifting pretty warning fingers at bad little boys and patting good ones lovingly. The young gentlemen teachers "showed off" with small scoldings and other little displays of authority and fine attention to discipline--and most of the teachers, of both sexes, found business up at the library, by the pulpit; and it was business that frequently had to be done over again two or three times (with much seeming vexation). The little girls "showed off" in various ways, and the little boys "showed off" with such diligence that the air was thick with paper wads and the murmur of scufflings. And above it all the great man sat and beamed a majestic judicial smile upon all the house, and warmed himself in the sun of his own grandeur--for he was "showing off," too.
Només una cosa mancava per completar l'èxtasi del senyor Walters, i era l'avinentesa de fer a mans una Bíblia de premi, i exhibir un prodigi. Diversos deixebles tenien uns quants bitllets grocs, però ningú no en tenia prou; ell havia anat assabentant-se'n entre els alumnes més assenyalats. Hauria donat tot el món, ara, per a tornar a tenir aquell noi alemany amb el seny complet.
There was only one thing wanting to make Mr. Walters' ecstasy complete, and that was a chance to deliver a Bible-prize and exhibit a prodigy. Several pupils had a few yellow tickets, but none had enough--he had been around among the star pupils inquiring. He would have given worlds, now, to have that German lad back again with a sound mind.
I en aquell moment, quan l'esperança era morta, Tom Sawyer avançà amb nou bitllets grocs, nou de vermells i deu de blaus i demanà una Biblia! Això fou com una tamborinada en un cel clar. Walters no esperava una petició per aquell indret ni en deu anys a venir. Però no calia dar-hi voltes: veu's aquí els documents fefaents, i no tenien cap tara. Així és que Tom fou enlairat al veinatge del jutge i l'altre escollit, i la gran nova fou anunciada del quarter general estant. Fou la sorpresa més atarantadora de la dècada; i tan pregona fou la sensació, que aixecà el nou heroi a l'altura de l'heroi judicial, i l'escola tingué dues meravelles a contemplar en lloc d'una. Els nois es sentiren rosegats per l'enveja; però els que sofriren les més amargues punyides foren els que s'adonaren massa tard que havien contribuït a aquesta odiada esplendor, en vendre bitllets a Tom a canvi de la riquesa que ell havia acoblat venent privilegis d'emblanquinar. Es menyspreaven a sí mateixos, com a enganyats per un frau astut, per un serpent criminal amagat en l'herba.
And now at this moment, when hope was dead, Tom Sawyer came forward with nine yellow tickets, nine red tickets, and ten blue ones, and demanded a Bible. This was a thunderbolt out of a clear sky. Walters was not expecting an application from this source for the next ten years. But there was no getting around it--here were the certified checks, and they were good for their face. Tom was therefore elevated to a place with the Judge and the other elect, and the great news was announced from headquarters. It was the most stunning surprise of the decade, and so profound was the sensation that it lifted the new hero up to the judicial one's altitude, and the school had two marvels to gaze upon in place of one. The boys were all eaten up with envy--but those that suffered the bitterest pangs were those who perceived too late that they themselves had contributed to this hated splendor by trading tickets to Tom for the wealth he had amassed in selling whitewashing privileges. These despised themselves, as being the dupes of a wily fraud, a guileful snake in the grass.
El premi fou remès a Tom amb tanta d'efusió com el superintendent pogué bombar-se en aquelles circumstàncies; però li mancava quelcom de l'autèntic broll, perquè l'instint del pobre subjecte li féu saber que allí hi havia un misteri que potser no comportava la llum; era simplement absurd que aquell noi hagués amagatzemat dues mil gavelles de ciència escripturística en sos locals: una dotzena agotarien la seva capacitat, sens dubte.
The prize was delivered to Tom with as much effusion as the superintendent could pump up under the circumstances; but it lacked somewhat of the true gush, for the poor fellow's instinct taught him that there was a mystery here that could not well bear the light, perhaps; it was simply preposterous that this boy had warehoused two thousand sheaves of Scriptural wisdom on his premises--a dozen would strain his capacity, without a doubt.
Amy Lawrence estava orgullosa i contenta, i feia per manera d'aconseguir que Tom la mirés a la cara, però ell no hi volia mirar. Ella se n'estranyà: després estigué una mica contorbada; després una vaga sospita vingué i passà i retornà de bell nou; ella sotjà; una llambregada furtiva li digué qui-sap-les coses, i aleshores son cor es trencà, i es sentí gelosa, i irosa, i li vingueren les llàgrimes als ulls, i odià tothom: Tom més que tots els altres, pensà ella.
Amy Lawrence was proud and glad, and she tried to make Tom see it in her face--but he wouldn't look. She wondered; then she was just a grain troubled; next a dim suspicion came and went--came again; she watched; a furtive glance told her worlds--and then her heart broke, and she was jealous, and angry, and the tears came and she hated everybody. Tom most of all (she thought).
Tom fou presentat al jutge, però tenia la llengua travada; l'alè amb prou feines li venia; son cor glatia violentament, en part a causa de la paorosa grandesa d'aquell home, però principalment perquè ell era el pare d'ella. Li hauria plagut de caure en terra i adorar- lo, si haguessin estat a les fosques. El jutge posà la mà damunt la testa de Tom i el nomenà gentil homenet, i li demanà còm se deia. El noi tartamudejà, badà la boca, i ho tragué enfora:
Tom was introduced to the Judge; but his tongue was tied, his breath would hardly come, his heart quaked--partly because of the awful greatness of the man, but mainly because he was her parent. He would have liked to fall down and worship him, if it were in the dark. The Judge put his hand on Tom's head and called him a fine little man, and asked him what his name was. The boy stammered, gasped, and got it out:
-Tom.
"Tom."
-Oh! no! no Tom... és...
"Oh, no, not Tom--it is--"
-Tomàs.
"Thomas."
-Ah! això és. Em pensava que n'hi hauria una mica més, potser. Molt bé. Però gosaria dir que en teniu un altre, i me'l direu, veritat?
"Ah, that's it. I thought there was more to it, maybe. That's very well. But you've another one I daresay, and you'll tell it to me, won't you?"
-Digueu al senyor quin és l'altre nom, Tomàs- digué Walters. -I digueu senyor. Cal que no oblideu la vostra urbanitat.
"Tell the gentleman your other name, Thomas," said Walters, "and say sir. You mustn't forget your manners."
-Tomàs Sawyer, senyor.
"Thomas Sawyer--sir."
-Això és! D'això en dic un bon minyó. Bell minyó. Bell: un homenet. Dos mil versos és molt, moltíssim. I mai no us ha de doldre el treball que us heu donat per apendre'ls; perquè el saber val més que cap altra cosa del món; això és el que fa que els homes es tornin bons i grans; sereu un gran home i un home bo algun dia, Tom, i aleshores mirareu enrera i direu: «-Tot és degut als beneficis de la preada escola dominical de la meva infantesa; tot és degut a mos benvolguts professors, que m'ensenyaren a apendre; tot és degut al bon superintendent, que m'encoratjà i vetllà per mi i em donà una bella Bíblia, una Bíblia esplèndida i elegant, per servar-la i tenir-la per al meu ús, per a sempre més; tot és degut a la recta educació!» Això és el que direu, Tomàs; i no els voldríeu baratar per cap diner aquests dos mil versos, no: en cap manera no voldríeu. I ara no us recarà de dir-me a mi i aquesta senyora alguna de les coses que heu après (ah! comprenc que no us recarà), perquè estem orgullosos dels minyonets que aprenen. Sabeu, sens dubte, els noms de tots els dotze deixebles. Voleu dir-nos els noms dels dos primers que foren elegits?
"That's it! That's a good boy. Fine boy. Fine, manly little fellow. Two thousand verses is a great many--very, very great many. And you never can be sorry for the trouble you took to learn them; for knowledge is worth more than anything there is in the world; it's what makes great men and good men; you'll be a great man and a good man yourself, some day, Thomas, and then you'll look back and say, It's all owing to the precious Sunday-school privileges of my boyhood--it's all owing to my dear teachers that taught me to learn--it's all owing to the good superintendent, who encouraged me, and watched over me, and gave me a beautiful Bible--a splendid elegant Bible--to keep and have it all for my own, always--it's all owing to right bringing up! That is what you will say, Thomas--and you wouldn't take any money for those two thousand verses--no indeed you wouldn't. And now you wouldn't mind telling me and this lady some of the things you've learned--no, I know you wouldn't--for we are proud of little boys that learn. Now, no doubt you know the names of all the twelve disciples. Won't you tell us the names of the first two that were appointed?"
Tom anava estirant-se un botó i prenent un posat temorenc. S'enrojolà, aleshores, i sos ulls es decantaren a terra. El cor del senyor Walters s'esfondrà dintre seu. Es digué a sí mateix: -No és possible que el noi pugui respondre la més senzilla pregunta: per qué n'hi fa cap el jutge? Però es va sentir obligat a dir quelcom en alta veu, i va fer:
Tom was tugging at a button-hole and looking sheepish. He blushed, now, and his eyes fell. Mr. Walters' heart sank within him. He said to himself, it is not possible that the boy can answer the simplest question--why did the Judge ask him? Yet he felt obliged to speak up and say:
-Respongueu al senyor, Tomàs: no tingueu por.
"Answer the gentleman, Thomas--don't be afraid."
Tom encara no disparava.
Tom still hung fire.
-Bé, conec que m'ho direu a mi- digué la senyora. -Els noms dels dos primers deixebles eren...
"Now I know you'll tell me," said the lady. "The names of the first two disciples were--"
-DAVID I GOLIAT!
"David And Goliah!"
Correm una cortina caritatívola damunt la resta de l'escena.
Let us draw the curtain of charity over the rest of the scene.