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But
the
elastic
heart
of
youth
can
not
be
compressed
into
one
constrained
shape
long
at
a
time
.
Tom
presently
began
to
drift
insensibly
back
into
the
concerns
of
this
life
again
.
What
if
he
turned
his
back
,
now
,
and
disappeared
mysteriously
?
What
if
he
went
away
--
ever
so
far
away
,
into
unknown
countries
beyond
the
seas
--
and
never
came
back
any
more
!
How
would
she
feel
then
!
The
idea
of
being
a
clown
recurred
to
him
now
,
only
to
fill
him
with
disgust
.
For
frivolity
and
jokes
and
spotted
tights
were
an
offense
,
when
they
intruded
themselves
upon
a
spirit
that
was
exalted
into
the
vague
august
realm
of
the
romantic
.
No
,
he
would
be
a
soldier
,
and
return
after
long
years
,
all
war-worn
and
illustrious
.
No
--
better
still
,
he
would
join
the
Indians
,
and
hunt
buffaloes
and
go
on
the
warpath
in
the
mountain
ranges
and
the
trackless
great
plains
of
the
Far
West
,
and
away
in
the
future
come
back
a
great
chief
,
bristling
with
feathers
,
hideous
with
paint
,
and
prance
into
Sunday-school
,
some
drowsy
summer
morning
,
with
a
bloodcurdling
war-whoop
,
and
sear
the
eyeballs
of
all
his
companions
with
unappeasable
envy
.
But
no
,
there
was
something
gaudier
even
than
this
.
He
would
be
a
pirate
!
That
was
it
!
NOW
his
future
lay
plain
before
him
,
and
glowing
with
unimaginable
splendor
.
How
his
name
would
fill
the
world
,
and
make
people
shudder
!
How
gloriously
he
would
go
plowing
the
dancing
seas
,
in
his
long
,
low
,
black-hulled
racer
,
the
Spirit
of
the
Storm
,
with
his
grisly
flag
flying
at
the
fore
!
And
at
the
zenith
of
his
fame
,
how
he
would
suddenly
appear
at
the
old
village
and
stalk
into
church
,
brown
and
weather-beaten
,
in
his
black
velvet
doublet
and
trunks
,
his
great
jack-boots
,
his
crimson
sash
,
his
belt
bristling
with
horse-pistols
,
his
crime-rusted
cutlass
at
his
side
,
his
slouch
hat
with
waving
plumes
,
his
black
flag
unfurled
,
with
the
skull
and
crossbones
on
it
,
and
hear
with
swelling
ecstasy
the
whisperings
,
"
It
's
Tom
Sawyer
the
Pirate
!
--
the
Black
Avenger
of
the
Spanish
Main
!
"
Yes
,
it
was
settled
;
his
career
was
determined
.
He
would
run
away
from
home
and
enter
upon
it
.
He
would
start
the
very
next
morning
.
Therefore
he
must
now
begin
to
get
ready
.
He
would
collect
his
resources
together
.
He
went
to
a
rotten
log
near
at
hand
and
began
to
dig
under
one
end
of
it
with
his
Barlow
knife
.
He
soon
struck
wood
that
sounded
hollow
.
He
put
his
hand
there
and
uttered
this
incantation
impressively
:
"
What
has
n't
come
here
,
come
!
What
's
here
,
stay
here
!
"
Then
he
scraped
away
the
dirt
,
and
exposed
a
pine
shingle
.
He
took
it
up
and
disclosed
a
shapely
little
treasure-house
whose
bottom
and
sides
were
of
shingles
.
In
it
lay
a
marble
.
Tom
's
astonishment
was
boundless
!
He
scratched
his
head
with
a
perplexed
air
,
and
said
:
"
Well
,
that
beats
anything
!
"
Then
he
tossed
the
marble
away
pettishly
,
and
stood
cogitating
.
The
truth
was
,
that
a
superstition
of
his
had
failed
,
here
,
which
he
and
all
his
comrades
had
always
looked
upon
as
infallible
.
If
you
buried
a
marble
with
certain
necessary
incantations
,
and
left
it
alone
a
fortnight
,
and
then
opened
the
place
with
the
incantation
he
had
just
used
,
you
would
find
that
all
the
marbles
you
had
ever
lost
had
gathered
themselves
together
there
,
meantime
,
no
matter
how
widely
they
had
been
separated
.
But
now
,
this
thing
had
actually
and
unquestionably
failed
.
Tom
's
whole
structure
of
faith
was
shaken
to
its
foundations
.
He
had
many
a
time
heard
of
this
thing
succeeding
but
never
of
its
failing
before
.
It
did
not
occur
to
him
that
he
had
tried
it
several
times
before
,
himself
,
but
could
never
find
the
hiding-places
afterward
.
He
puzzled
over
the
matter
some
time
,
and
finally
decided
that
some
witch
had
interfered
and
broken
the
charm
.
He
thought
he
would
satisfy
himself
on
that
point
;
so
he
searched
around
till
he
found
a
small
sandy
spot
with
a
little
funnel-shaped
depression
in
it
.
He
laid
himself
down
and
put
his
mouth
close
to
this
depression
and
called
--
"
Doodle-bug
,
doodle-bug
,
tell
me
what
I
want
to
know
!
Doodle-bug
,
doodle-bug
,
tell
me
what
I
want
to
know
!
"
The
sand
began
to
work
,
and
presently
a
small
black
bug
appeared
for
a
second
and
then
darted
under
again
in
a
fright
.
