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And
now
the
minister
prayed
.
A
good
,
generous
prayer
it
was
,
and
went
into
details
:
it
pleaded
for
the
church
,
and
the
little
children
of
the
church
;
for
the
other
churches
of
the
village
;
for
the
village
itself
;
for
the
county
;
for
the
State
;
for
the
State
officers
;
for
the
United
States
;
for
the
churches
of
the
United
States
;
for
Congress
;
for
the
President
;
for
the
officers
of
the
Government
;
for
poor
sailors
,
tossed
by
stormy
seas
;
for
the
oppressed
millions
groaning
under
the
heel
of
European
monarchies
and
Oriental
despotisms
;
for
such
as
have
the
light
and
the
good
tidings
,
and
yet
have
not
eyes
to
see
nor
ears
to
hear
withal
;
for
the
heathen
in
the
far
islands
of
the
sea
;
and
closed
with
a
supplication
that
the
words
he
was
about
to
speak
might
find
grace
and
favor
,
and
be
as
seed
sown
in
fertile
ground
,
yielding
in
time
a
grateful
harvest
of
good
.
Amen
.
There
was
a
rustling
of
dresses
,
and
the
standing
congregation
sat
down
.
The
boy
whose
history
this
book
relates
did
not
enjoy
the
prayer
,
he
only
endured
it
--
if
he
even
did
that
much
.
He
was
restive
all
through
it
;
he
kept
tally
of
the
details
of
the
prayer
,
unconsciously
--
for
he
was
not
listening
,
but
he
knew
the
ground
of
old
,
and
the
clergyman
's
regular
route
over
it
--
and
when
a
little
trifle
of
new
matter
was
interlarded
,
his
ear
detected
it
and
his
whole
nature
resented
it
;
he
considered
additions
unfair
,
and
scoundrelly
.
In
the
midst
of
the
prayer
a
fly
had
lit
on
the
back
of
the
pew
in
front
of
him
and
tortured
his
spirit
by
calmly
rubbing
its
hands
together
,
embracing
its
head
with
its
arms
,
and
polishing
it
so
vigorously
that
it
seemed
to
almost
part
company
with
the
body
,
and
the
slender
thread
of
a
neck
was
exposed
to
view
;
scraping
its
wings
with
its
hind
legs
and
smoothing
them
to
its
body
as
if
they
had
been
coat-tails
;
going
through
its
whole
toilet
as
tranquilly
as
if
it
knew
it
was
perfectly
safe
.
As
indeed
it
was
;
for
as
sorely
as
Tom
's
hands
itched
to
grab
for
it
they
did
not
dare
--
he
believed
his
soul
would
be
instantly
destroyed
if
he
did
such
a
thing
while
the
prayer
was
going
on
.
But
with
the
closing
sentence
his
hand
began
to
curve
and
steal
forward
;
and
the
instant
the
"
Amen
"
was
out
the
fly
was
a
prisoner
of
war
.
His
aunt
detected
the
act
and
made
him
let
it
go
.
The
minister
gave
out
his
text
and
droned
along
monotonously
through
an
argument
that
was
so
prosy
that
many
a
head
by
and
by
began
to
nod
--
and
yet
it
was
an
argument
that
dealt
in
limitless
fire
and
brimstone
and
thinned
the
predestined
elect
down
to
a
company
so
small
as
to
be
hardly
worth
the
saving
.
Tom
counted
the
pages
of
the
sermon
;
after
church
he
always
knew
how
many
pages
there
had
been
,
but
he
seldom
knew
anything
else
about
the
discourse
.
However
,
this
time
he
was
really
interested
for
a
little
while
.
The
minister
made
a
grand
and
moving
picture
of
the
assembling
together
of
the
world
's
hosts
at
the
millennium
when
the
lion
and
the
lamb
should
lie
down
together
and
a
little
child
should
lead
them
.
But
the
pathos
,
the
lesson
,
the
moral
of
the
great
spectacle
were
lost
upon
the
boy
;
he
only
thought
of
the
conspicuousness
of
the
principal
character
before
the
on-looking
nations
;
his
face
lit
with
the
thought
,
and
he
said
to
himself
that
he
wished
he
could
be
that
child
,
if
it
was
a
tame
lion
.
Now
he
lapsed
into
suffering
again
,
as
the
dry
argument
was
resumed
.
Presently
he
bethought
him
of
a
treasure
he
had
and
got
it
out
.
It
was
a
large
black
beetle
with
formidable
jaws
--
a
"
pinchbug
,
"
he
called
it
.
It
was
in
a
percussion-cap
box
.
The
first
thing
the
beetle
did
was
to
take
him
by
the
finger
.
A
natural
fillip
followed
,
the
beetle
went
floundering
into
the
aisle
and
lit
on
its
back
,
and
the
hurt
finger
went
into
the
boy
's
mouth
.
The
beetle
lay
there
working
its
helpless
legs
,
unable
to
turn
over
.
Tom
eyed
it
,
and
longed
for
it
;
but
it
was
safe
out
of
his
reach
.
Other
people
uninterested
in
the
sermon
found
relief
in
the
beetle
,
and
they
eyed
it
too
.
Presently
a
vagrant
poodle
dog
came
idling
along
,
sad
at
heart
,
lazy
with
the
summer
softness
and
the
quiet
,
weary
of
captivity
,
sighing
for
change
.
He
spied
the
beetle
;
the
drooping
tail
lifted
and
wagged
.
He
surveyed
the
prize
;
walked
around
it
;
smelt
at
it
from
a
safe
distance
;
walked
around
it
again
;
grew
bolder
,
and
took
a
closer
smell
;
then
lifted
his
lip
and
made
a
gingerly
snatch
at
it
,
just
missing
it
;
made
another
,
and
another
;
began
to
enjoy
the
diversion
;
subsided
to
his
stomach
with
the
beetle
between
his
paws
,
and
continued
his
experiments
;
grew
weary
at
last
,
and
then
indifferent
and
absent-minded
.
His
head
nodded
,
and
little
by
little
his
chin
descended
and
touched
the
enemy
,
who
seized
it
.
There
was
a
sharp
yelp
,
a
flirt
of
the
poodle
's
head
,
and
the
beetle
fell
a
couple
of
yards
away
,
and
lit
on
its
back
once
more
.
The
neighboring
spectators
shook
with
a
gentle
inward
joy
,
several
faces
went
behind
fans
and
handkerchiefs
,
and
Tom
was
entirely
happy
.
The
dog
looked
foolish
,
and
probably
felt
so
;
but
there
was
resentment
in
his
heart
,
too
,
and
a
craving
for
revenge
.
So
he
went
to
the
beetle
and
began
a
wary
attack
on
it
again
;
jumping
at
it
from
every
point
of
a
circle
,
lighting
with
his
fore-paws
within
an
inch
of
the
creature
,
making
even
closer
snatches
at
it
with
his
teeth
,
and
jerking
his
head
till
his
ears
flapped
again
.
But
he
grew
tired
once
more
,
after
a
while
;
tried
to
amuse
himself
with
a
fly
but
found
no
relief
;
followed
an
ant
around
,
with
his
nose
close
to
the
floor
,
and
quickly
wearied
of
that
;
yawned
,
sighed
,
forgot
the
beetle
entirely
,
and
sat
down
on
it
.
Then
there
was
a
wild
yelp
of
agony
and
the
poodle
went
sailing
up
the
aisle
;
the
yelps
continued
,
and
so
did
the
dog
;
he
crossed
the
house
in
front
of
the
altar
;
he
flew
down
the
other
aisle
;
he
crossed
before
the
doors
;
he
clamored
up
the
home-stretch
;
his
anguish
grew
with
his
progress
,
till
presently
he
was
but
a
woolly
comet
moving
in
its
orbit
with
the
gleam
and
the
speed
of
light
.
At
last
the
frantic
sufferer
sheered
from
its
course
,
and
sprang
into
its
master
's
lap
;
he
flung
it
out
of
the
window
,
and
the
voice
of
distress
quickly
thinned
away
and
died
in
the
distance
.
By
this
time
the
whole
church
was
red-faced
and
suffocating
with
suppressed
laughter
,
and
the
sermon
had
come
to
a
dead
standstill
.
The
discourse
was
resumed
presently
,
but
it
went
lame
and
halting
,
all
possibility
of
impressiveness
being
at
an
end
;
for
even
the
gravest
sentiments
were
constantly
being
received
with
a
smothered
burst
of
unholy
mirth
,
under
cover
of
some
remote
pew-back
,
as
if
the
poor
parson
had
said
a
rarely
facetious
thing
.
It
was
a
genuine
relief
to
the
whole
congregation
when
the
ordeal
was
over
and
the
benediction
pronounced
.
Tom
Sawyer
went
home
quite
cheerful
,
thinking
to
himself
that
there
was
some
satisfaction
about
divine
service
when
there
was
a
bit
of
variety
in
it
.
He
had
but
one
marring
thought
;
he
was
willing
that
the
dog
should
play
with
his
pinchbug
,
but
he
did
not
think
it
was
upright
in
him
to
carry
it
off
.
Monday
morning
found
Tom
Sawyer
miserable
.
Monday
morning
always
found
him
so
--
because
it
began
another
week
's
slow
suffering
in
school
.
He
generally
began
that
day
with
wishing
he
had
had
no
intervening
holiday
,
it
made
the
going
into
captivity
and
fetters
again
so
much
more
odious
.
