The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

LES AVENTURES DE TOM SAWYER

   CHAPTER XII

   CAPÍTOL XII

   ONE of the reasons why Tom's mind had drifted away from its secret troubles was, that it had found a new and weighty matter to interest itself about. Becky Thatcher had stopped coming to school. Tom had struggled with his pride a few days, and tried to "whistle her down the wind," but failed. He began to find himself hanging around her father's house, nights, and feeling very miserable. She was ill. What if she should die! There was distraction in the thought. He no longer took an interest in war, nor even in piracy. The charm of life was gone; there was nothing but dreariness left. He put his hoop away, and his bat; there was no joy in them any more. His aunt was concerned. She began to try all manner of remedies on him. She was one of those people who are infatuated with patent medicines and all new-fangled methods of producing health or mending it. She was an inveterate experimenter in these things. When something fresh in this line came out she was in a fever, right away, to try it; not on herself, for she was never ailing, but on anybody else that came handy. She was a subscriber for all the "Health" periodicals and phrenological frauds; and the solemn ignorance they were inflated with was breath to her nostrils. All the "rot" they contained about ventilation, and how to go to bed, and how to get up, and what to eat, and what to drink, and how much exercise to take, and what frame of mind to keep one's self in, and what sort of clothing to wear, was all gospel to her, and she never observed that her health-journals of the current month customarily upset everything they had recommended the month before. She was as simple-hearted and honest as the day was long, and so she was an easy victim. She gathered together her quack periodicals and her quack medicines, and thus armed with death, went about on her pale horse, metaphorically speaking, with "hell following after." But she never suspected that she was not an angel of healing and the balm of Gilead in disguise, to the suffering neighbors.

   Una de les raons per les quals el magí de Tom havia anat desempallagant-se de sos íntims mals de cap era perquè havia descobert una nova i transcendental matèria d'interès. Becky Thatcher havia deixat de comparèixer a l'escola. Tom lluità amb son orgull uns quants dies, i féu per manera d'escapolir-se d'aquell amor, però fracassà. Començà d'anar a raure constantment pels volts de la casa on vivia el pare d'ella, cada nit, i de sentir-se ben atuïdot. Estava malalta. Si es morís! Aquesta idea comportava una distracció. Ja no s'interessà més per la guerra, ni tan sols per la pirateria. L'encís de la vida havia desaparegut, i no en restava sinó la melangia. Deixà de banda el seu arc i el seu bastonet de baseball que ja no li proporcionaven cap gaudi. Sa tia n'estava tota preocupada; començà de fer-li sofrir tota mena de provatures amb medicines. Ella era d'aquelles persones que perden els estreps per les medicines patentades i tots els mètodes novençans de produir la salut o d'adobar-la. Era una constant experimentadora d'aquestes coses. Quant sabia quelcom de nou en el ram, estava subjecta a una febre inestroncable fins que ho havia provat, no pas en si mateixa, perquè mai no estava malalta, sinó en algú altre que tingués a mà. Estava subscrita a tots els periòdics de terapèutica i a tots els enganys frenològics; i la solemnial ignorància amb què s'estarrufaven ells era l'ambient que la tia Polly respirava amb delit. Tota la desferra que contenien sobre la ventilació, i còm calia anar-se'n al llit, i còm llevar-se, i quines coses menjar, i quines coses beure, i quant d'exercici fer, i en quin estat de ment conservar-se, i quina mena de vestit posar-se era per a ella l'Evangeli, i mai no reparà que la premsa salutífera del mes corrent solia trabucar tot allò que havia recomanat un mes abans. Era un cor senzill i honrat en tota la durada del dia, de manera que era una fàcil victima. Arreplegava sos periòdics enganya-babaus i ses medicines enganya-bajocs, i així armada d'eines de mort, avançava damunt son pàl·lid cavall, per a dir-ho metafòricament, amb l'infern al seu darrera. Però mai no sospità que ella no fos un àngel guaridor i el baume de Galaad sota una disfressa, en front dels veïns emmalaltits.

   The water treatment was new, now, and Tom's low condition was a windfall to her. She had him out at daylight every morning, stood him up in the wood-shed and drowned him with a deluge of cold water; then she scrubbed him down with a towel like a file, and so brought him to; then she rolled him up in a wet sheet and put him away under blankets till she sweated his soul clean and "the yellow stains of it came through his pores"--as Tom said.

   El tractament per l'aigua era nou, aleshores, i l'atuïda condició de Tom fou per a ella com una fruita madura. El feia eixir a trenc de dia cada matí, el feia estar dret dins el cobert de fusta i l'ofegava amb un diluvi d'aigua freda; després el refregava amb una tovallola com una llima, i aixi el retornava; després l'embolicava amb un llençol mullat, i el deixava de bell nou sota la flassada, fins que suava ànima i tot, i «les seves taques grogues se li esquitllaven enfora, a través dels porus», com deia Tom.

   Yet notwithstanding all this, the boy grew more and more melancholy and pale and dejected. She added hot baths, sitz baths, shower baths, and plunges. The boy remained as dismal as a hearse. She began to assist the water with a slim oatmeal diet and blister-plasters. She calculated his capacity as she would a jug's, and filled him up every day with quack cure-alls.

   Però, amb tot i això, el noi anava esdevenint més i més malenconiós, i pàl·lid, i abatut. Ella va afegir-hi banys calents, banys de seient, dutxes i capbussons. El noi romania bròfec com una caixa de morts. Ella començà de prestar ajut a l'aigua amb una prima dieta de farina de civada, i emplastres de cantàrides. Calculava la capacitat d'ell com hauria calculat la d'una gerra, i l'omplia diariament de panacees pispa-diners.

   Tom had become indifferent to persecution by this time. This phase filled the old lady's heart with consternation. This indifference must be broken up at any cost. Now she heard of Pain-killer for the first time. She ordered a lot at once. She tasted it and was filled with gratitude. It was simply fire in a liquid form. She dropped the water treatment and everything else, and pinned her faith to Pain-killer. She gave Tom a teaspoonful and watched with the deepest anxiety for the result. Her troubles were instantly at rest, her soul at peace again; for the "indifference" was broken up. The boy could not have shown a wilder, heartier interest, if she had built a fire under him.

   Tom havia esdevingut, en aquella etapa, indiferent a la persecució. Aquesta fase omplia de marriment el cor de la vella senyora. Calia rompre aquesta indiferència a qualsevol preu. Aleshores sentí parlar per primera vegada d'un mata-xacres. N'encarregà tot seguit una bella quantitat. El tastà, i en romangué plena de gratitud. Era, senzillament, foc en forma líquida. Deixà córrer el tractament hidroteràpic i tota altra cosa, i fixà la seva fe en el mata-xacres. En donà una culleradeta a Tom, sotjant-ne les resultes amb l'ànsia més pregona. Sos mals de cap gaudiren immediatament una treva, i son esperit recobrà la pau, perquè l'indiferència_fou rompuda. El noi no hauria mostrat un interès més salvatge, més sincer, si ella hagués calat foc sota sos peus.

   Tom felt that it was time to wake up; this sort of life might be romantic enough, in his blighted condition, but it was getting to have too little sentiment and too much distracting variety about it. So he thought over various plans for relief, and finally hit upon that of professing to be fond of Pain-killer. He asked for it so often that he became a nuisance, and his aunt ended by telling him to help himself and quit bothering her. If it had been Sid, she would have had no misgivings to alloy her delight; but since it was Tom, she watched the bottle clandestinely. She found that the medicine did really diminish, but it did not occur to her that the boy was mending the health of a crack in the sitting-room floor with it.

   Tom s'adonà que era hora de deixondir-se: aquesta mena de vida podia ésser romàntica abastament dins la seva àrida entonació, però començava de comportar massa poc sentimentalisme i massa riquesa enfollidora. Així, doncs,imaginà diversos plans d'alleujament; i al capdavall se li acudí de fer veure que l'encisava el mata-xacres. El demanà tan sovint, que es féu carregós, i la seva tia acabà per dir que se'n prengués ell mateix i no li fes més nosa. Si s'hagués tractat de Sid, li hauria permès el gaudi sense recelar-ne; però, tractant-se de Tom, vigilà l'ampolla clandestinament. Trobà que, de fet, la medicina minvava; però no se li acudí que el minyó hi adobava la salut d'una clivella del paviment de la saleta.

   One day Tom was in the act of dosing the crack when his aunt's yellow cat came along, purring, eyeing the teaspoon avariciously, and begging for a taste. Tom said:

   Un dia Tom es trobava dant la dosi a la clivella, quant el gat groguenc de la seva tia comparegué tot brunzint, mirant la cullereta cobejosament i demanant-ne un tast. Digué Tom:

   "Don't ask for it unless you want it, Peter."

   -No en demaneu si no en teniu necessitat, Pere.

   But Peter signified that he did want it.

   Però en Pere féu senyal que en tenia necessitat.

   "You better make sure."

   -Val més que us en assegureu.

   Peter was sure.

   En Pere n'estava segur.

   "Now you've asked for it, and I'll give it to you, because there ain't anything mean about me; but if you find you don't like it, you mustn't blame anybody but your own self."

   -N'heu demanat, i us en daré, perquè jo no só de mena roïna; però, si trobeu que no us agrada, no us queixeu de ningú, sinó de vós mateix.

   Peter was agreeable. So Tom pried his mouth open and poured down the Pain-killer. Peter sprang a couple of yards in the air, and then delivered a war-whoop and set off round and round the room, banging against furniture, upsetting flower-pots, and making general havoc. Next he rose on his hind feet and pranced around, in a frenzy of enjoyment, with his head over his shoulder and his voice proclaiming his unappeasable happiness. Then he went tearing around the house again spreading chaos and destruction in his path. Aunt Polly entered in time to see him throw a few double summersets, deliver a final mighty hurrah, and sail through the open window, carrying the rest of the flower-pots with him. The old lady stood petrified with astonishment, peering over her glasses; Tom lay on the floor expiring with laughter.

   En Pere s'hi conformà: així és que Tom li badà la boca, i li va tirar a la gola el mata-xacres. En Pere saltà un parell de yardes pels aires, i després féu un esgarip de guerra i es posà a donar giravolts i més giravolts per la cambra, havent-se-les a patacades amb el parament, trabucant testos amb flors i causant general estrall. Després s'aixecà damunt les potes del darrera, i féu gambades al seu voltant, en un frenesí de gaubança, amb el seu cap damunt l'espatlla, i la seva veu proclamant una felicitat impossible d'estroncar. Després anà fent esquinços d'ací d'allà de la casa, espargint de bell nou el caos i la destrucció per sa via. La tia Polly entrà al moment just per a veure'l emprenent-se una petita sèrie de dobles salts mortals, llançant un hurra final i vigorós, i traspassant la finestra oberta, tot arrabassant els testos florits que restaven. La vella senyora romangué petrificada d'astorament, llucant damunt les seves ulleres. Tom estava ajaçat en terra, morint-se de riure.

   "Tom, what on earth ails that cat?"

   -Tom: què li fa mal al gat, en nom de Déu?

   "I don't know, aunt," gasped the boy.

   -No ho sé, tia- digué el minyó prenent alè.

   "Why, I never see anything like it. What did make him act so?"

   -Mai no havia vist cosa semblant. Quína és la causa que hagi fet aquestes accions?

   "Deed I don't know, Aunt Polly; cats always act so when they're having a good time."

   -No ho sé, de bo de bo, tia Polly: els gats ho fan sempre quan es xalen.

   "They do, do they?" There was something in the tone that made Tom apprehensive.

   -Voleu dir?- Hi havia quelcom en l'entonació de la tia Polly, que va fer a Tom aprensiu.

   "Yes'm. That is, I believe they do."

   -Sí, senyora. És a dir, jo bé ho penso.

   "You do?"

   -De bo de bo?

   "Yes'm."

   -Sí, senyora.

   The old lady was bending down, Tom watching, with interest emphasized by anxiety. Too late he divined her "drift." The handle of the telltale tea-spoon was visible under the bed-valance. Aunt Polly took it, held it up. Tom winced, and dropped his eyes. Aunt Polly raised him by the usual handle--his ear--and cracked his head soundly with her thimble.

   La vella senyora estava decantada, i Tom l'espiava amb un interès estimulat per la inquietud. Massa tard endevinà la seva orientació. El mànec de la cullereta acusadora era visible sota la sanefa del llit. La tia Polly la collí i l'enlairà. Tom reculà, baixant els ulls. La tia Polly l'aixecà pel mànec usual (la seva orella), i li tustà el cap de valent amb son didal.

   "Now, sir, what did you want to treat that poor dumb beast so, for?"

   -Ara vejam: per què havíeu de maltractar d'aquesta manera la pobra bèstia, que no pot parlar?

   "I done it out of pity for him--because he hadn't any aunt."

   -Ho he fet compadint-me d'ell, perquè no té tia.

   "Hadn't any aunt!--you numskull. What has that got to do with it?"

   -No té tia! Babau! Què té que veure, això!

   "Heaps. Because if he'd had one she'd a burnt him out herself! She'd a roasted his bowels out of him 'thout any more feeling than if he was a human!"

   -Hi té que veure qui-sap-lo. Perquè, si n'hagués tingut, ella fóra qui l'hauria recremat! Ella li hauria rostit els budells, tan mancada de bon cor com si el pacient hagués estat un noi!

   Aunt Polly felt a sudden pang of remorse. This was putting the thing in a new light; what was cruelty to a cat might be cruelty to a boy, too. She began to soften; she felt sorry. Her eyes watered a little, and she put her hand on Tom's head and said gently:

   La tia Polly sentí una sobtada angoixa de remordiment. La cosa, així, prenia un nou aspecte: ço que era cruel envers un gat podia ésser també cruel envers un noi. Començà d'ablanir-se: estava penedida. Sos ulls s'humitejaren una mica, posà la mà damunt el cap del minyó, i digué gentilment:

   "I was meaning for the best, Tom. And, Tom, it did do you good."

   -Ho feia amb el millor daler, Tom. I, Tom, us ha refet.

   Tom looked up in her face with just a perceptible twinkle peeping through his gravity.

   Tom la mirà a la cara insinuant un ullet amb prou feines perceptible, en mig de la seva gravetat:

   "I know you was meaning for the best, aunty, and so was I with Peter. It done him good, too. I never see him get around so since--"

   -Ja ho conec que ho fèieu amb el millor daler, tieta; i igual em passava amb en Pere. També a ell l'ha refet. Mai l'havia vist voltar amb tan bella...

   "Oh, go 'long with you, Tom, before you aggravate me again. And you try and see if you can't be a good boy, for once, and you needn't take any more medicine."

   -Oh! Aneu-vos-en, Tom, abans que em torneu a enquimerar. I feu per manera de ser bon minyó una vegada a la vida, i no haureu de pendre cap més medicina.

   Tom reached school ahead of time. It was noticed that this strange thing had been occurring every day latterly. And now, as usual of late, he hung about the gate of the schoolyard instead of playing with his comrades. He was sick, he said, and he looked it. He tried to seem to be looking everywhere but whither he really was looking--down the road. Presently Jeff Thatcher hove in sight, and Tom's face lighted; he gazed a moment, and then turned sorrowfully away. When Jeff arrived, Tom accosted him; and "led up" warily to opportunities for remark about Becky, but the giddy lad never could see the bait. Tom watched and watched, hoping whenever a frisking frock came in sight, and hating the owner of it as soon as he saw she was not the right one. At last frocks ceased to appear, and he dropped hopelessly into the dumps; he entered the empty schoolhouse and sat down to suffer. Then one more frock passed in at the gate, and Tom's heart gave a great bound. The next instant he was out, and "going on" like an Indian; yelling, laughing, chasing boys, jumping over the fence at risk of life and limb, throwing handsprings, standing on his head--doing all the heroic things he could conceive of, and keeping a furtive eye out, all the while, to see if Becky Thatcher was noticing. But she seemed to be unconscious of it all; she never looked. Could it be possible that she was not aware that he was there? He carried his exploits to her immediate vicinity; came war-whooping around, snatched a boy's cap, hurled it to the roof of the schoolhouse, broke through a group of boys, tumbling them in every direction, and fell sprawling, himself, under Becky's nose, almost upsetting her--and she turned, with her nose in the air, and he heard her say: "Mf! some people think they're mighty smart--always showing off!"

   Tom arribà a l'escola abans de temps. Hom reparava que aquesta cosa estranya havia esdevingut cada dia, darrerament. I ara, com volia son nou costum, es posà vora l'entrada del camp escolar, en lloc de jugar amb sos companyons. Estava malalt, deia, i en tenia el posat. Procurà dar entenent que mirava arreu arreu, llevat d'on mirava de bo de bo: pel camí avall. Al cap de poca estona Jeff Thatcher comparegué a la vista, i la cara de Tom s'il·luminà, i menà la conversa estratègicament, creant-hi avinenteses de parlar de Becky; però l'atarantat minyó no arribà a atalaiar-se de l'ham. Tom espià i espià, ple d'esperança, quan un vestidet de noia bellugadís es mostrava a l'esguard, i odiant-ne la posseïdora tot seguit que veia que no era la que calia. A la fi els vestidets de noia plegaren de comparèixer, i ell anà a raure dins el cau: entrà dins l'escola buida i s'assegué a sofrir. Després, un altre vestidet de noia passà la porta, i el cor de Tom va fer una gran gambada. Un moment després, ja era fora, i engegant-se com un indi, udolant, rient, empaitant minyons, saltant per damunt el clos amb perill de la vida i el coll, fent capgirells amb la mà en terra, sostenint-se damunt el cap, acoblant totes les fetes heroiques que pogué imaginar, i mirant de cua d'ull, tota l'estona, per veure si Becky Thatcher n'havia esment. Però ella semblava no adonar-se de res: mai no mirava. Seria possible que no reparés que ell era allí? Portà ses considerables fetes a son immediat veïnatge: anà pel volt fent esgarips de guerra, arrabassà la gorra un noi, la tirà rabent damunt la teulada de l'escola, es precipità entre un grup de minyons, trabucant-ne en totes direccions, i caigué, obert de cames i braços, sota el nas de Becky, gairebé tirant-la a terra; i ella es girà, amb el nas en l'aire, i ell sentí com deia:

    -Uix! Hi ha gent que es pensen ésser qui sap què: sempre es donen importància!

   Tom's cheeks burned. He gathered himself up and sneaked off, crushed and crestfallen.

   Les galtes de Tom s'abrandaren. Es replegà i se n'anà amb la cua entre cames, atuït i amb la cresta abatuda.