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A level 1 Oxford Bookworms Library graded reader. This version includes an audio book: listen to the story as you read. Retold for Learners of English by Nick Bullard. Tom Sawyer does not like school.
The new boy stepped over promptly , and said : Now you said you'd do it , now let's see you do it . ... said he . The boy only struggled to free himself . He was crying - mainly from rage . ' Holler ' nuff ! ' and the pounding went on .
Right where I saw Injun Joe with his candle, Huck!” Huck looked at the sign for a moment, and then said: “Tom, let's get out of here!” “What! And leave the treasure?” “Yes — leave it. Injun Joe's ghost is somewhere here, I am sure.
Injun Joe's ghost is round about there , certain . ” “ No it ain't , Huck , no it ain't . It would ha'nt the place where he died - away out at the mouth of the cave - five mile from here . ” “ No , Tom , it wouldn't .
51 See Harry J. Brown, Injun Joe's Ghost: The Indian Mixed-Blood in American Writing (Columbia, MO; London: University of Missouri Press, 2004), pp. 13– 16; Greg Camfield, The Oxford Companion to Mark Twain (Oxford: Oxford University ...
So pretty soon he says: “The man that bought him is named Abram Foster— Abram G. Foster—and he lives forty mile back here in the country, on the road to Lafayette.” “All right,” I says, “I can walk it in three days.
Right yonder's where I saw Injun Joe poke up his candle, Huck!" Huck stared at the mystic sign awhile, and then said with a shaky voice: "Tom, less git out of here!" "What! and leave the treasure?" "Yes—leave it. Injun Joe's ghost is ...
Right yonder's where I saw Injun Joe poke up his candle, Huck!" Huck stared at the mystic sign awhile, and then said with a shaky voice: "Tom, less git out of here!" "What! and leave the treasure?" "Yes — leave it. Injun Joe's ghost is ...
“By the living jingo, here's the bag of gold on his breast!” Hines let out a whoop, like everybody else, and dropped my wrist and give a big surge to bust his way in and get a look, and the way I lit out and shinned for the road in the ...
Mark Twain once wrote: “Against the assault of laughter, nothing can stand.” Certainly, he often meant to reduce his targets to rubble. But humor, he knew too, is not simply a weapon. It is “the great thing, the saving thing after all.