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diff --git a/src/mongo/gotools/src/github.com/mongodb/mongo-tools/vendor/github.com/golang/snappy/testdata/Mark.Twain-Tom.Sawyer.txt b/src/mongo/gotools/src/github.com/mongodb/mongo-tools/vendor/github.com/golang/snappy/testdata/Mark.Twain-Tom.Sawyer.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 86a18750bfc..00000000000 --- a/src/mongo/gotools/src/github.com/mongodb/mongo-tools/vendor/github.com/golang/snappy/testdata/Mark.Twain-Tom.Sawyer.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,396 +0,0 @@ -Produced by David Widger. The previous edition was updated by Jose -Menendez. - - - - - - THE ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER - BY - MARK TWAIN - (Samuel Langhorne Clemens) - - - - - P R E F A C E - -MOST of the adventures recorded in this book really occurred; one or -two were experiences of my own, the rest those of boys who were -schoolmates of mine. Huck Finn is drawn from life; Tom Sawyer also, but -not from an individual--he is a combination of the characteristics of -three boys whom I knew, and therefore belongs to the composite order of -architecture. - -The odd superstitions touched upon were all prevalent among children -and slaves in the West at the period of this story--that is to say, -thirty or forty years ago. - -Although my book is intended mainly for the entertainment of boys and -girls, I hope it will not be shunned by men and women on that account, -for part of my plan has been to try to pleasantly remind adults of what -they once were themselves, and of how they felt and thought and talked, -and what queer enterprises they sometimes engaged in. - - THE AUTHOR. - -HARTFORD, 1876. - - - - T O M S A W Y E R - - - -CHAPTER I - -"TOM!" - -No answer. - -"TOM!" - -No answer. - -"What's gone with that boy, I wonder? You TOM!" - -No answer. - -The old lady pulled her spectacles down and looked over them about the -room; then she put them up and looked out under them. She seldom or -never looked THROUGH them for so small a thing as a boy; they were her -state pair, the pride of her heart, and were built for "style," not -service--she could have seen through a pair of stove-lids just as well. -She looked perplexed for a moment, and then said, not fiercely, but -still loud enough for the furniture to hear: - -"Well, I lay if I get hold of you I'll--" - -She did not finish, for by this time she was bending down and punching -under the bed with the broom, and so she needed breath to punctuate the -punches with. She resurrected nothing but the cat. - -"I never did see the beat of that boy!" - -She went to the open door and stood in it and looked out among the -tomato vines and "jimpson" weeds that constituted the garden. No Tom. -So she lifted up her voice at an angle calculated for distance and -shouted: - -"Y-o-u-u TOM!" - -There was a slight noise behind her and she turned just in time to -seize a small boy by the slack of his roundabout and arrest his flight. - -"There! I might 'a' thought of that closet. What you been doing in -there?" - -"Nothing." - -"Nothing! Look at your hands. And look at your mouth. What IS that -truck?" - -"I don't know, aunt." - -"Well, I know. It's jam--that's what it is. Forty times I've said if -you didn't let that jam alone I'd skin you. Hand me that switch." - -The switch hovered in the air--the peril was desperate-- - -"My! Look behind you, aunt!" - -The old lady whirled round, and snatched her skirts out of danger. The -lad fled on the instant, scrambled up the high board-fence, and -disappeared over it. - -His aunt Polly stood surprised a moment, and then broke into a gentle -laugh. - -"Hang the boy, can't I never learn anything? Ain't he played me tricks -enough like that for me to be looking out for him by this time? But old -fools is the biggest fools there is. Can't learn an old dog new tricks, -as the saying is. But my goodness, he never plays them alike, two days, -and how is a body to know what's coming? He 'pears to know just how -long he can torment me before I get my dander up, and he knows if he -can make out to put me off for a minute or make me laugh, it's all down -again and I can't hit him a lick. I ain't doing my duty by that boy, -and that's the Lord's truth, goodness knows. Spare the rod and spile -the child, as the Good Book says. I'm a laying up sin and suffering for -us both, I know. He's full of the Old Scratch, but laws-a-me! he's my -own dead sister's boy, poor thing, and I ain't got the heart to lash -him, somehow. Every time I let him off, my conscience does hurt me so, -and every time I hit him my old heart most breaks. Well-a-well, man -that is born of woman is of few days and full of trouble, as the -Scripture says, and I reckon it's so. He'll play hookey this evening, * -and [* Southwestern for "afternoon"] I'll just be obleeged to make him -work, to-morrow, to punish him. It's mighty hard to make him work -Saturdays, when all the boys is having holiday, but he hates work more -than he hates anything else, and I've GOT to do some of my duty by him, -or I'll be the ruination of the child." - -Tom did play hookey, and he had a very good time. He got back home -barely in season to help Jim, the small colored boy, saw next-day's -wood and split the kindlings before supper--at least he was there in -time to tell his adventures to Jim while Jim did three-fourths of the -work. Tom's younger brother (or rather half-brother) Sid was already -through with his part of the work (picking up chips), for he was a -quiet boy, and had no adventurous, troublesome ways. - -While Tom was eating his supper, and stealing sugar as opportunity -offered, Aunt Polly asked him questions that were full of guile, and -very deep--for she wanted to trap him into damaging revealments. Like -many other simple-hearted souls, it was her pet vanity to believe she -was endowed with a talent for dark and mysterious diplomacy, and she -loved to contemplate her most transparent devices as marvels of low -cunning. Said she: - -"Tom, it was middling warm in school, warn't it?" - -"Yes'm." - -"Powerful warm, warn't it?" - -"Yes'm." - -"Didn't you want to go in a-swimming, Tom?" - -A bit of a scare shot through Tom--a touch of uncomfortable suspicion. -He searched Aunt Polly's face, but it told him nothing. So he said: - -"No'm--well, not very much." - -The old lady reached out her hand and felt Tom's shirt, and said: - -"But you ain't too warm now, though." And it flattered her to reflect -that she had discovered that the shirt was dry without anybody knowing -that that was what she had in her mind. But in spite of her, Tom knew -where the wind lay, now. So he forestalled what might be the next move: - -"Some of us pumped on our heads--mine's damp yet. See?" - -Aunt Polly was vexed to think she had overlooked that bit of -circumstantial evidence, and missed a trick. Then she had a new -inspiration: - -"Tom, you didn't have to undo your shirt collar where I sewed it, to -pump on your head, did you? Unbutton your jacket!" - -The trouble vanished out of Tom's face. He opened his jacket. His -shirt collar was securely sewed. - -"Bother! Well, go 'long with you. I'd made sure you'd played hookey -and been a-swimming. But I forgive ye, Tom. I reckon you're a kind of a -singed cat, as the saying is--better'n you look. THIS time." - -She was half sorry her sagacity had miscarried, and half glad that Tom -had stumbled into obedient conduct for once. - -But Sidney said: - -"Well, now, if I didn't think you sewed his collar with white thread, -but it's black." - -"Why, I did sew it with white! Tom!" - -But Tom did not wait for the rest. As he went out at the door he said: - -"Siddy, I'll lick you for that." - -In a safe place Tom examined two large needles which were thrust into -the lapels of his jacket, and had thread bound about them--one needle -carried white thread and the other black. He said: - -"She'd never noticed if it hadn't been for Sid. Confound it! sometimes -she sews it with white, and sometimes she sews it with black. I wish to -geeminy she'd stick to one or t'other--I can't keep the run of 'em. But -I bet you I'll lam Sid for that. I'll learn him!" - -He was not the Model Boy of the village. He knew the model boy very -well though--and loathed him. - -Within two minutes, or even less, he had forgotten all his troubles. -Not because his troubles were one whit less heavy and bitter to him -than a man's are to a man, but because a new and powerful interest bore -them down and drove them out of his mind for the time--just as men's -misfortunes are forgotten in the excitement of new enterprises. This -new interest was a valued novelty in whistling, which he had just -acquired from a negro, and he was suffering to practise it undisturbed. -It consisted in a peculiar bird-like turn, a sort of liquid warble, -produced by touching the tongue to the roof of the mouth at short -intervals in the midst of the music--the reader probably remembers how -to do it, if he has ever been a boy. Diligence and attention soon gave -him the knack of it, and he strode down the street with his mouth full -of harmony and his soul full of gratitude. He felt much as an -astronomer feels who has discovered a new planet--no doubt, as far as -strong, deep, unalloyed pleasure is concerned, the advantage was with -the boy, not the astronomer. - -The summer evenings were long. It was not dark, yet. Presently Tom -checked his whistle. A stranger was before him--a boy a shade larger -than himself. A new-comer of any age or either sex was an impressive -curiosity in the poor little shabby village of St. Petersburg. This boy -was well dressed, too--well dressed on a week-day. This was simply -astounding. His cap was a dainty thing, his close-buttoned blue cloth -roundabout was new and natty, and so were his pantaloons. He had shoes -on--and it was only Friday. He even wore a necktie, a bright bit of -ribbon. He had a citified air about him that ate into Tom's vitals. The -more Tom stared at the splendid marvel, the higher he turned up his -nose at his finery and the shabbier and shabbier his own outfit seemed -to him to grow. Neither boy spoke. If one moved, the other moved--but -only sidewise, in a circle; they kept face to face and eye to eye all -the time. Finally Tom said: - -"I can lick you!" - -"I'd like to see you try it." - -"Well, I can do it." - -"No you can't, either." - -"Yes I can." - -"No you can't." - -"I can." - -"You can't." - -"Can!" - -"Can't!" - -An uncomfortable pause. Then Tom said: - -"What's your name?" - -"'Tisn't any of your business, maybe." - -"Well I 'low I'll MAKE it my business." - -"Well why don't you?" - -"If you say much, I will." - -"Much--much--MUCH. There now." - -"Oh, you think you're mighty smart, DON'T you? I could lick you with -one hand tied behind me, if I wanted to." - -"Well why don't you DO it? You SAY you can do it." - -"Well I WILL, if you fool with me." - -"Oh yes--I've seen whole families in the same fix." - -"Smarty! You think you're SOME, now, DON'T you? Oh, what a hat!" - -"You can lump that hat if you don't like it. I dare you to knock it -off--and anybody that'll take a dare will suck eggs." - -"You're a liar!" - -"You're another." - -"You're a fighting liar and dasn't take it up." - -"Aw--take a walk!" - -"Say--if you give me much more of your sass I'll take and bounce a -rock off'n your head." - -"Oh, of COURSE you will." - -"Well I WILL." - -"Well why don't you DO it then? What do you keep SAYING you will for? -Why don't you DO it? It's because you're afraid." - -"I AIN'T afraid." - -"You are." - -"I ain't." - -"You are." - -Another pause, and more eying and sidling around each other. Presently -they were shoulder to shoulder. Tom said: - -"Get away from here!" - -"Go away yourself!" - -"I won't." - -"I won't either." - -So they stood, each with a foot placed at an angle as a brace, and -both shoving with might and main, and glowering at each other with -hate. But neither could get an advantage. After struggling till both -were hot and flushed, each relaxed his strain with watchful caution, -and Tom said: - -"You're a coward and a pup. I'll tell my big brother on you, and he -can thrash you with his little finger, and I'll make him do it, too." - -"What do I care for your big brother? I've got a brother that's bigger -than he is--and what's more, he can throw him over that fence, too." -[Both brothers were imaginary.] - -"That's a lie." - -"YOUR saying so don't make it so." - -Tom drew a line in the dust with his big toe, and said: - -"I dare you to step over that, and I'll lick you till you can't stand -up. Anybody that'll take a dare will steal sheep." - -The new boy stepped over promptly, and said: - -"Now you said you'd do it, now let's see you do it." - -"Don't you crowd me now; you better look out." - -"Well, you SAID you'd do it--why don't you do it?" - -"By jingo! for two cents I WILL do it." - -The new boy took two broad coppers out of his pocket and held them out -with derision. Tom struck them to the ground. In an instant both boys -were rolling and tumbling in the dirt, gripped together like cats; and -for the space of a minute they tugged and tore at each other's hair and -clothes, punched and scratched each other's nose, and covered -themselves with dust and glory. Presently the confusion took form, and -through the fog of battle Tom appeared, seated astride the new boy, and -pounding him with his fists. "Holler 'nuff!" said he. - -The boy only struggled to free himself. He was crying--mainly from rage. - -"Holler 'nuff!"--and the pounding went on. - -At last the stranger got out a smothered "'Nuff!" and Tom let him up -and said: - -"Now that'll learn you. Better look out who you're fooling with next -time." - -The new boy went off brushing the dust from his clothes, sobbing, -snuffling, and occasionally looking back and shaking his head and -threatening what he would do to Tom the "next time he caught him out." -To which Tom responded with jeers, and started off in high feather, and -as soon as his back was turned the new boy snatched up a stone, threw -it and hit him between the shoulders and then turned tail and ran like -an antelope. Tom chased the traitor home, and thus found out where he -lived. He then held a position at the gate for some time, daring the -enemy to come outside, but the enemy only made faces at him through the -window and declined. At last the enemy's mother appeared, and called -Tom a bad, vicious, vulgar child, and ordered him away. So he went -away; but he said he "'lowed" to "lay" for that boy. - -He got home pretty late that night, and when he climbed cautiously in -at the window, he uncovered an ambuscade, in the person of his aunt; -and when she saw the state his clothes were in her resolution to turn -his Saturday holiday into captivity at hard labor became adamantine in -its firmness. |