Tom Sawyer Abroad

CHAPTER I.
TOM SEEKS NEW ADVENTURES

Do you reckon Tom Sawyer was satisfied after all them adventures? I mean theadventures we had down the river, and the time we set the darky Jim free andTom got shot in the leg. No, he wasn’t. It only just p’isoned himfor more. That was all the effect it had. You see, when we three came back upthe river in glory, as you may say, from that long travel, and the villagereceived us with a torchlight procession and speeches, and everybodyhurrah’d and shouted, it made us heroes, and that was what Tom Sawyer hadalways been hankering to be.

For a while he was satisfied. Everybody made much of him, and he tiltedup his nose and stepped around the town as though he owned it. Some called himTom Sawyer the Traveler, and that just swelled him up fit to bust. You see helaid over me and Jim considerable, because we only went down the river on araft and came back by the steamboat, but Tom went by the steamboat both ways.The boys envied me and Jim a good deal, but land! they just knuckled to thedirt before TOM.

Well, I don’t know; maybe he might have been satisfied if it hadn’tbeen for old Nat Parsons, which was postmaster, and powerful long and slim, andkind o’ good-hearted and silly, and bald-headed, on account of his age,and about the talkiest old cretur I ever see. For as much as thirty yearshe’d been the only man in the village that had a reputation—I meana reputation for being a traveler, and of course he was mortal proud of it, andit was reckoned that in the course of that thirty years he had told about thatjourney over a million times and enjoyed it every time. And now comes along aboy not quite fifteen, and sets everybody admiring and gawking over histravels, and it just give the poor old man the high strikes. It made him sickto listen to Tom, and to hear the people say “My land!” “Didyou ever!” “My goodness sakes alive!” and all such things;but he couldn’t pull away from it, any more than a fly that’s gotits hind leg fast in the molasses. And always when Tom come to a rest, the poorold cretur would chip in on his same old travels and work them for allthey were w

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