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TOM SAWYER ABROAD

ging about seeing the balloon, and him having to listen

to it and keep quiet. So he wanted me and Jim to go

too, and we went.

It was a noble big balloon, and had wings and fans

and all sorts of things, and wasn’t like any balloon you

see in pictures. It was away out toward the edge of

town, in a vacant lot, corner of Twelfth street; and

there was a big crowd around it, making fun of it, and

making fun of the man, — a lean pale feller with that

soft kind of moonlight in his eyes, you know, — and

they kept saying it wouldn’t go. It made him hot to

hear them, and he would turn on them and shake his

fist and say they was animals and blind, but some day

they would find they had stood face to face with one

of the men that lifts up nations and makes civilizations,

and was too dull to know it; and right here on this

spot their own children and grandchildren would build

a monument to him that would outlast a thousand

years, but his name would outlast the monument.

And then the crowd would burst out in a laugh again,

and yell at him, and ask him what was his name before

he was married, and what he would take to not do it,

and what was his sister’s cat’s grandmother’s name,

and all the things that a crowd says when they’ve got

hold of a feller that they see they can plague. Well,

some things they said WAS funny, — yes, and mighty

witty too, I ain’t denying that, — but all the same it

warn’t fair nor brave, all them people pitching on one,

and they so glib and sharp, and him without any gift

of talk to answer back with. But, good land! what

did he want to sass back for? You see, it couldn’t do

him no good, and it was just nuts for them. They

HAD him, you know. But that was his way. I reckon

he couldn’t help it; he was made so, I judge. He

was a good enough sort of cretur, and hadn’t no harm

in him, and was just a genius, as the papers said, which

wasn’t his fault. We can’t all be sound: we’ve got to

be the way we’re made. As near as I can make out,

geniuses think they know it all, and so they won’t take

people’s advice, but always go their own way, which

makes everybody forsake them and despise them, and

that is perfectly natural. If they was humbler, and

listened and tried to learn, it would be better for them.

The part the professor was in was like a boat, and

was big and roomy, and had water-tight lockers around

the inside to keep all sorts of things in, and a body

could sit on them, and make beds on them, too. We

went aboard, and there was twenty people there, snoop-

ing around and examining, and old Nat Parsons was

there, too. The professor kept fussing around getting

ready, and the people went ashore, drifting out one at

a time, and old Nat he was the last. Of course it

wouldn’t do to let him go out behind US. We mustn’t

budge till he was gone, so we could be last ourselves.

But he was gone now, so it was time for us to follow.

I heard a big shout, and turned around — the city was

dropping from under us like a shot! It made me sick

all through, I was so scared. Jim turned gray and

couldn’t say a word, and Tom didn’t say nothing, but

looked excited. The city went on dropping down,

and down, and down; but we didn’t seem to be doing

nothing but just hang in the air and stand still. The

houses got smaller and smaller, and the city pulled

itself together, closer and closer, and the men and

wagons got to looking like ants and bugs crawling

around, and the streets like threads and cracks; and

then it all kind of melted together, and there wasn’t

any city any more it was only a big scar on the earth,

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