汤姆·索耶历险记

　　《汤姆·索耶历险记（大字版英文版）》：　　Jim began to waver.　　"White alley, Jim！ And it's a bully tow."　　"My！ Dat's a mighty gay marvel, I tell you！ But Mar's Tom, I's powerful 'fraid ole missis."　　"And besides, if you will I'll show you my sore toe."　　Jim was only human-this attraction was too much for him. He put down his pail, took the white alley, and bent over the toe with absorbing interest while the bandage was being unwound. In another moment he was flying down the street with his pail and a tingling rear, Tom was whitewashing with vigor, and Aunt Polly was retiring from the field with a slipper in her hand and triumph in her eye.　　But Tom's energy did not last. He began to think of the fun he had planned for this day, and his sorrows multiplied. Soon the free boys would come tripping along on all sorts of delicious expeditions, and they would make a world of fun of him for having to work-the very thought of it burnt him like fire. He got out his worldly wealth and examined it-bits of toys, marbles, and trash; enough to buy an exchange of work, maybe, but not half enough to buy so much as half an hour of pure freedom. So he returned his straitened means to his pocket, and gave up the idea of trying to buy the boys. At this dark and hopeless moment an inspiration burst upon him. Nothing less than a great, magnificent inspiration.　　He took up his brush and went tranquilly to work. Ben Rogers hove in sight presently; the very boy of all boys whose ridicule he had been dreading. Ben's gait was the hop, skip, and jump-proof enough that his heart was light and his anticipations high. He was eating an apple, and giving a long melodious whoop at intervals, followed by a deep-toned ding dong dong, ding dong dong, for he was personating a steamboat！ As he drew near he slackened speed, took the middle of the street, leaned far over to starboard, and rounded-to ponderously, and with laborious pomp and circumstance, for he was personating the Big Missouri, and considered himself to be drawing nine feet of water. He was boat, and captain, and engine-bells combined, so he had to imagine himself standing on his own hurricane-deck giving the orders and executing them."Stop her, sir！ Ling-a-ling-ling！" The head-way ran almost out, and he drew up slowly towards the sidewalk.　　"Ship up to back！ Ling-a-ling-ling！ " His arms straightened and stiffened down his sides.　　"Set her back on the stabboard！ Ling-a-ling-ling！ Chow！ ch-chow-wow-chow！" His right hand meantime describing stately circles, for it was representing a forty-foot wheel.　　"Let her go back on the labboard！ Ling-a-ling-ling！ Chow-ch-chow-chow！" The left hand began to describe circles.　　……