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1Saturday morning was come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life. There was a song in
2every heart; and if the heart was young the music issued at the lips. There was cheer in every face and a spring in
3every step. The locust-trees were in bloom and the fragrance of the blossoms filled the air. Cardiff Hill, beyond the
4village and above it, was green with vegetation and it lay just far enough away to seem a Delectable Land, dreamy,
5reposeful, and inviting. Tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He surveyed
6the fence, and all gladness left him and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit. Thirty yards of board fence
7nine feet high. Life to him seemed hollow, and existence but a burden. Sighing, he dipped his brush and passed it along
8the topmost plank; repeated the operation; did it again; compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the
9far-reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence, and sat down on a tree-box discouraged. Jim came skipping out at the gate
10with a tin pail, and singing Buffalo Gals. Bringing water from the town pump had always been hateful work in Tom's eyes,
11before, but now it did not strike him so. He remembered that there was company at the pump. White, mulatto, and negro
12boys and girls were always there waiting their turns, resting, trading playthings, quarrelling, fighting, skylarking.
13And he remembered that although the pump was only a hundred and fifty yards off, Jim never got back with a bucket of
14water under an hour--and even then somebody generally had to go after him. Tom said: "Say, Jim, I'll fetch the water if
15you'll whitewash some." Jim shook his head and said: "Can't, Mars Tom. Ole missis, she tole me I got to go an' git dis
16water an' not stop foolin' roun' wid anybody. She say she spec' Mars Tom gwine to ax me to whitewash, an' so she tole me
17go 'long an' 'tend to my own business--she 'lowed she'd 'tend to de whitewashin'." "Oh, never you mind what she said,
18Jim. That's the way she always talks. Gimme the bucket--I won't be gone only a a minute. She won't ever know." "Oh, I
19dasn't, Mars Tom. Ole missis she'd take an' tar de head off'n me. 'Deed she would." "She! She never licks
20anybody--whacks 'em over the head with her thimble--and who cares for that, I'd like to know. She talks awful, but talk
21don't hurt--anyways it don't if she don't cry. Jim, I'll give you a marvel. I'll give you a white alley!" Jim began to
22waver. "White alley, Jim! And it's a bully taw." "My! Dat's a mighty gay marvel, I tell you! But Mars Tom I's powerful
23'fraid ole missis--" "And besides, if you will I'll show you my sore toe." Jim was only human--this attraction was too
24much for him. He put down his pail, took the white alley, and bent over the toe with absorbing interest while the
25bandage was being unwound. In another moment he was flying down the street with his pail and a tingling rear, Tom was
26whitewashing with vigor, and Aunt Polly was retiring from the field with a slipper in her hand and triumph in her eye.
27But Tom's energy did not last. He began to think of the fun he had planned for this day, and his sorrows multiplied.
28Soon the free boys would come tripping along on all sorts of delicious expeditions, and they would make a world of fun
29of him for having to work--the very thought of it burnt him like fire. He got out his worldly wealth and examined
30it--bits of toys, marbles, and trash; enough to buy an exchange of work, maybe, but not half enough to buy so much as
31half an hour of pure freedom. So he returned his straitened means to his pocket, and gave up the idea of trying to buy
32the boys. At this dark and hopeless moment an inspiration burst upon him! Nothing less than a great, magnificent
33inspiration. He took up his brush and went tranquilly to work. Ben Rogers hove in sight presently--the very boy, of all
34boys, whose ridicule he had been dreading. Ben's gait was the hop-skip-and-jump--proof enough that his heart was light
35and his anticipations high. He was eating an apple, and giving a long, melodious whoop, at intervals, followed by a
36deep-toned ding-dong-dong, ding-dong-dong, for he was personating a steamboat. As he drew near, he slackened speed, took
37the middle of the street, leaned far over to starboard and rounded to ponderously and with laborious pomp and
38circumstance--for he was personating the Big Missouri, and considered himself to be drawing nine feet of water. He was
39boat and captain and engine-bells combined, so he had to imagine himself standing on his own hurricane-deck giving the
40orders and executing them: "Stop her, sir! Ting-a-ling-ling!" The headway ran almost out, and he drew up slowly toward
41the sidewalk. "Ship up to back! Ting-a-ling-ling!" His arms straightened and stiffened down his sides. "Set her back on
42the stabboard! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow! ch-chow-wow! Chow!" His right hand, mean-time, describing stately circles--for it
43was representing a forty-foot wheel. "Let her go back on the labboard! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow-ch-chow-chow!" The left
44hand began to describe circles. "Stop the stabboard! Ting-a-ling-ling! Stop the labboard! Come ahead on the stabboard!
45Stop her! Let your outside turn over slow! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow-ow-ow! Get out that head-line! lively now! Come--out
46with your spring-line--what're you about there! Take a turn round that stump with the bight of it! Stand by that stage,
47now--let her go! Done with the engines, sir! Ting-a-ling-ling! SH'T! S'H'T! SH'T!" (trying the gauge-cocks). Tom went on
48whitewashing--paid no attention to the steamboat. Ben stared a moment and then said: "Hi-Yi! You're up a stump, ain't
49you!" No answer. Tom surveyed his last touch with the eye of an artist, then he gave his brush another gentle sweep and
50surveyed the result, as before. Ben ranged up alongside of him. Tom's mouth watered for the apple, but he stuck to his
51work. Ben said: "Hello, old chap, you got to work, hey?" Tom wheeled suddenly and said: "Why, it's you, Ben! I warn't
52noticing." "Say--I'm going in a-swimming, I am. Don't you wish you could? But of course you'd druther work--wouldn't
53you? Course you would!" Tom contemplated the boy a bit, and said: "What do you call work?" "Why, ain't that work?" Tom
54resumed his whitewashing, and answered carelessly: "Well, maybe it is, and maybe it ain't. All I know, is, it suits Tom
55Sawyer." "Oh come, now, you don't mean to let on that you like it?" The brush continued to move. "Like it? Well, I don't
56see why I oughtn't to like it. Does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day?" That put the thing in a new
57light. Ben stopped nibbling his apple. Tom swept his brush daintily back and forth--stepped back to note the
58effect--added a touch here and there--criticised the effect again--Ben watching every move and getting more and more
59interested, more and more absorbed. Presently he said: "Say, Tom, let me whitewash a little." Tom considered, was about
60to consent; but he altered his mind: "No--no--I reckon it wouldn't hardly do, Ben. You see, Aunt Polly's awful
61particular about this fence--right here on the street, you know--but if it was the back fence I wouldn't mind and she
62wouldn't. Yes, she's awful particular about this fence; it's got to be done very careful; I reckon there ain't one boy
63in a thousand, maybe two thousand, that can do it the way it's got to be done." "No--is that so? Oh come, now--lemme
64just try. Only just a little--I'd let you, if you was me, Tom." "Ben, I'd like to, honest injun; but Aunt Polly--well,
65Jim wanted to do it, but she wouldn't let him; Sid wanted to do it, and she wouldn't let Sid. Now don't you see how I'm
66fixed? If you was to tackle this fence and anything was to happen to it--" "Oh, shucks, I'll be just as careful. Now
67lemme try. Say--I'll give you the core of my apple." "Well, here--No, Ben, now don't. I'm afeard--" "I'll give you all
68of it!"
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