ABOUT half-past ten the cracked bell of the small church began to ring, and presently the people began to gather for the morning sermon. The Sunday-school children distributed themselves about the house and occupied pews with their parents, so as to be under supervision. Aunt Polly came, and Tom and Sid and Mary sat with her--Tom being placed next the aisle, in order that he might be as far away from the open window and the seductive outside summer scenes as possible. The crowd filed up the aisles: the aged and needy postmaster, who had seen better days; the mayor and his wife--for they had a mayor there, among other unnecessaries; the justice of the peace; the widow Douglass, fair, smart, and forty, a generous, good-hearted soul and well-to-do, her hill mansion the only palace in the town, and the most hospitable and much the most lavish in the matter of festivities that St. Petersburg could boast; the bent and venerable Major and Mrs. Ward; lawyer Riverson, the new notable from a distance; next the belle of the village, followed by a troop of lawn-clad and ribbon-decked young heart-breakers; then all the young clerks in town in a body--for they had stood in the vestibule sucking their cane-heads, a circling wall of oiled and simpering admirers, till the last girl had run their gantlet; and last of all came the Model Boy, Willie Mufferson, taking as heedful care of his mother as if she were cut glass. He always brought his mother to church, and was the pride of all the matrons. The boys all hated him, he was so good. And besides, he had been "thrown up to them" so much. His white handkerchief was hanging out of his pocket behind, as usual on Sundays--accidentally. Tom had no handkerchief, and he looked upon boys who had as snobs.
Per allà a dos quarts d'onze, la campana esquerdada de l'església començà de sonar, i la gent no trigà a anar-se acoblant per al sermó del matí. Els minyons de l'escola dominical es distribuïren per l'edifici, i ocuparen bancs amb llurs parents, de manera que en romanguessin vigilats. Vingué la tia Polly; i Tom i Sid i Maria segueren amb ella. Tom fou deixat en el passadís perquè estigués tan lluny de la finestra oberta i les enciseres escenes estiuenques del defora com fos possible. La gentada omplí les naus: el vell i indigent administrador de correus, que havia conegut dies millors; el batlle i la seva muller (perquè tenien batlle, allí, entre altres coses supèrflues); el jutge de pau; la viuda Douglas, rossa, elegant i de quaranta anys, esperit benvolent i acomodat, la casa encimbellada de la qual era l'únic palau del poble, i la més hospitalària i de molt la més pròdiga en matèria de festes que l'omplís d'ufana; el decantat i venerable ex-alcalde i la senyora Ward; l'advocat Riverson, el nou notable de la rodalia; després la beutat del poblet, seguida d'una colla de joves cortrencadores, vestides de llinó i guarnides de cintes; després tots els joves dependents de la ciutat, corporativament: perquè havien romàs en el vestíbul tot xuclant el pom del bastó, formant un mur circular d'admiradors oliosos i de somriure badoc, fins que la darrera noia havia passat per les baquetes; i, finalment, vingué el noi model, Willie Mufferson, prenent tan sol·lícita cura de la mare com si ella fos tallada en cristall. Sempre portava sa mare a l'església i era l'orgull de totes les matrones. Els minyons, sense mancar-n'hi un, el detestaven perquè era tan bo i, a més, son exemple els havia estat encolomat tantes vegades. El blanc mocador li sortia de la butxaca cap endarrera, com era costum els diumenges, casualment. Tom no tenia mocador, i els nois que en tenien li semblaven uns estarrufats.
The congregation being fully assembled, now, the bell rang once more, to warn laggards and stragglers, and then a solemn hush fell upon the church which was only broken by the tittering and whispering of the choir in the gallery. The choir always tittered and whispered all through service. There was once a church choir that was not ill-bred, but I have forgotten where it was, now. It was a great many years ago, and I can scarcely remember anything about it, but I think it was in some foreign country.
Essent ara el poble fidel completament aplegat, la campana sonà una vegada més per advertir els tocatardans i els encantats; i després una solemne quietud caigué damunt l'església, només interrompuda per les rialletes i murmuris del chor, a la tribuna. El chor sempre feia rialletes i murmuris durant tot el servei religiós. Hi hagué una vegada un chor d'església que no era mal educat, però he oblidat on va ésser. Fa una pila d'anys que això va passar, i amb prou feines puc recordar-ne cap detall; però em penso que fou en algun país estranger.
The minister gave out the hymn, and read it through with a relish, in a peculiar style which was much admired in that part of the country. His voice began on a medium key and climbed steadily up till it reached a certain point, where it bore with strong emphasis upon the topmost word and then plunged down as if from a spring-board:
El ministre digué l'himne, i l'anà llegint amb delectança, en un estil peculiar que era molt admirat en aquella part del país. Començà a mitja veu, i anà enfilant-se consecutivament, fins que arribà a un cert punt, en el qual carregà amb fort èmfasi damunt la paraula més acimada, i després es precipità avall com si fos d'una palanca estant:
Shall I be car-ri-ed toe the skies,
on flow'ry _beds_ of ease,
Whilst others fight to win the prize,
and sail thro' _blood_-y seas?
Seré menat cap-al-cel en-llits FLORITS
de descans,
Quan d'altres lluiten pel-premi fent-vela-en ONES
sagnants?
He was regarded as a wonderful reader. At church "sociables" he was always called upon to read poetry; and when he was through, the ladies would lift up their hands and let them fall helplessly in their laps, and "wall" their eyes, and shake their heads, as much as to say, "Words cannot express it; it is too beautiful, TOO beautiful for this mortal earth."
Hom el considerava prodigiós lector. A les vetllades de l'església sempre recorrien a ell perquè llegís poemes; i, quan s'hi havia posat, les senyores alçaven llurs mans i les deixaven caure abandonadament damunt la falda; i cloïen els ulls i movien els caps, com si diguéssin: -Les paraules no poden expressar-ho: és massa bell, massa bell per a aquesta terra mortal!
After the hymn had been sung, the Rev. Mr. Sprague turned himself into a bulletin-board, and read off "notices" of meetings and societies and things till it seemed that the list would stretch out to the crack of doom--a queer custom which is still kept up in America, even in cities, away here in this age of abundant newspapers. Often, the less there is to justify a traditional custom, the harder it is to get rid of it.
Després que l'himne fou cantat, el reverend senyor Sprague es girà envers una taula d'avisos i llegí en alta veu advertiments de reunions i societats i altres coses, i arribà a semblar que la llista s'estendria fins a l'espatec del Judici Final; singular costum que és encara conservat a Amèrica, fins i tot a les ciutats, en mig d'aquesta època d'abundosos diaris. Tot sovint, quan menys fonament té un costum tradicional, més difícil és de desempallegar-se'n.
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.
I aleshores el ministre pregà. Bona i generosa fou la seva pregària, i feta per peces menudes. Pledejà per l'Església i els petits infants de l'Església; per les altres esglésies del poblet; pel poblet mateix; pel comtat; per l'Estat; pels funcionaris de l'Estat; pels Estats Units; per les esglésies dels Estats Units; pel Congrés; pel President; pels funcionaris del Govern; pels pobres mariners, malmenats en les mars tempestuoses; pels milions d'oprimits que gemeguen sota el taló de les monarquies europees i els despotismes orientals; per aquells que reberen ]a llum i la bona nova, i tanmateix no tenen ulls per a veure ni orelles per a oir, i pels pagans de les llunyanes illes de la mar; i acabà amb una súplica que les paraules que anava a dir poguessin trobar gràcia i favor, i fossin sement sembrada en terra fèrtil, llevant amb el temps abundosa collita de bé. Amén.
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.
Hi hagué un zumzeig de vestits, i la gent dreta s'assegué. El noi la història del qual reconta aquest llibre, no la gaudia, la pregària: només la suportava, i encara gràcies. Estava inquiet tot el temps que durava; portava el compte dels detalls de la pregària, inconscientment (perquè no hi parava atenció, però sabia les tasqueres que amb tota regularitat servava en aquell vetust indret el clergue); i quan una petita bagatel·la de matèria nova hi era insertada, la seva orella l'espiava i tota la seva natura n'experimentava ressentiment: considerava els afegitons injustos i brètols.
En mig de la pregària, una mosca s'havia aturat damunt el respatller del banc de davant, i torturava l'esperit de Tom, per tal com s'estava fregant tranquilament les mans, agafant-se el cap amb els braços i pulint-lo tan vigorosament que gairebé semblava descompartir-lo del cos, deixant a la vista el fil subtilíssim del coll, i es gratava les ales amb les potes del darrera i les aplanava damunt son cos com si haguessin estat faldons de casaca, continuant tota la seva toilette tan tranquilament com si sabés que gaudia de tota seguretat. I la gaudia; que, per intensament que les mans de Tom sentissin la pruïja d'arrapissar-la, no ho gosaven escometre: ell creia que la seva ànima seria immediatament estenallada si feia semblant cosa mentre la pregària durés. Però a la darrera frase la seva mà començà d'encorbar-se i de lliscar endavant; i, al bell punt que l'«Amén» fou dit, la mosca era presonera de guerra. La seva tia sotjà l'acció i l'obligà alliberar-la.
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.
El ministre pronuncià son text, tot brunzint monòtonament al llarg d'una al·legació tan prosaica que molts de caps, d'ací d'allà, començaren de pesar figues: i tanmateix era una al·legació que tractava del foc interminable i el sofre, i reduïa els predestinats de la glòria a una colla tan petita, que amb prou feines valia la pena aquella salvetat. Tom comptava les pàgines del sermó: un cop havia sortit de l'església, sempre sabia quantes pàgines hi havia hagut; però rares vegades sabia cap altra cosa del discurs. Tanmateix, però, aquella vegada s'interessà de bo de bo per una breu estona. El ministre féu una grandiosa pintura commovedora de les hosts humanes en el mil·lenari, quan el lleó i l'ovella jaurien plegats i un infant els menaria. Però el sentiment, la lliçó, l'exemplaritat del gran espectacle, foren perduts per al minyó: només pensà que en el caràcter egregi del protagonista, davant els pobles en expectació: son rostre s'il·luminà d'aquell pensament, i es digué a si mateix que desitjaria d'ésser aquell infant, si el lleó era manyac.
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 hand-kerchiefs, 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.
Tornà a caure en aquella frisança, en ésser continuada l'eixuta al·legació. Ben prompte féu memòria d'un tresor que tenia, i el va treure a la llum. Era un gran escarabat negre, amb formidables barres: la «cuca pessigadora», com ell li deia. El tenia en una capsa de pistons. La primera cosa que féu l'escarabat fou atrapar-li el dit. Seguí una natural patacada, i l'escarabat se n'anà trontollant al passadís central, i s'aturà cap per avall, i el dit ferit anà a raure dins la boca del noi.
L'escarabat jeia allí terra movent les potes desvalgudes, incapaç de tombar-se. Tom l'ullava, i tenia desig d'haver-lo; però ell estava a recer, fora de son abast. Altra gent, que no parava atenció a la prèdica, trobà un consol en l'escarabat, i també l'ullaren.
Al cap de poca estona un gos llanut vagarívol comparegué mandrosament, amb el cor trist, emperesit per la calma i blanura de l'istiu, cansat del captiveri i sospirant per una trasmudança. Espià l'escarabat; la cua caiguda s'aixecà i oscil·là: ell inspeccionava el botí: caminava al voltant de la bestiola; la flairava des d'una distància confortable; tornava a caminar-li al voltant; es feia més gosat, i la flairava de més a prop; després aixecà el morro, i pegà una cautelosa urpada, sense arribar a encertar; en pegà una altra, i una altra; començà de fruir el divertiment; s'ensorrà fins a l'estómac amb l'escarabat entre les seves urpes, i continuà sos experiments; se'n fadigà al capdavall i romangué indiferent i distret. Son cap es decantà, i de mica en mica la seva barba descendí i tocà l'enemic, el qual la va picar. Hom sentí un grinyol agut; pegà embranzida la testa del gos, i l'escarabat caigué a un parell de yardes de distància, i altra vegada restà cap per avall. Els espectadors veïns s'estremiren d'una dolça joia interior, diverses cares es posaren darrera ventalls i mocadors, i Tom esdevingué absolutament feliç. El gos quedava com un babau, i probablement se'n dava compte; però hi havia ressentiment en el seu cor, tanmateix, i daler de revenja. Així és que anà cap a l'escarabat i començà de bell nou a atacar-lo cautelosament, saltant envers ell de cada punt d'un cercle, aturant les potes a una polsada de la bestiola, pegant-hi embranzides encara més pròximes amb el dentat, i dant estrebades amb el cap, fins que les seves orelles tornaren a vibrar. Altra vegada, tanmateix, n'esdevingué fadigat, al cap d'una estona; provà de distreure's amb una mosca, però no hi trobà conhort; anà voltant una formiga, amb el nas ben arran del paviment, i de seguida se'n sentí fastiguejat; badallà, sospirà, oblidà del tot l'escarabat, i segué damunt ell! Sonà aleshores un salvatge grinyol d'agonia, i el gos anà passadís amunt; els grinyols continuaren, i també el viatge del gos; creuà la casa per davant l'altar, i fugí cap a l'altre passadís; passà per davant les portes; vociferà de trobar-se a la darrera etapa de sa correguda; la seva tortura cresqué amb la seva progressió, fins que al cap de poc no fou sinó un cometa llanut que es movia en la seva òrbita amb el llampegueig i la velocitat de la llum. Al capdavall, la víctima, frenètica, es desvià de la seva correguda i saltà a la falda de son senyor: ell el tirá enfora de la finestra, i la veu dolorida s'anà esvaint i finà en la distància.
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.
Tota l'església, aleshores, era caravermella i mig ofegada del riure contingut, i el sermó havia arribat a un mortal estancament. El discurs fou continuat tot seguit, però anava tot estropellat i ranquejant, perduda ja tota possibilitat d'impressionar; perquè àdhuc els més greus sentiments eren acollits a cada pas amb un endolcit esclat d'alegria profana, sota l'abric d'algun llunyà respatller de banc, com si el pobre clergue hagués dit alguna cosa estranyament faceciosa. Tot el poble fidel sentí un positiu alleujament quan la prova fou passada i dita la benedicció.
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.
Tom Sawyer tornà a casa joiós del tot, bo i pensant que era més satisfactori el servei religiós quan s'hi presentava una mica de varietat. Només una cosa l'amargava: ja li venia de grat que el gos jugués amb la seva cuca pessigadora, però no li semblava equitatiu que se l'emportés.