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โปรแกรมการท่องเที่ยว แขนงธุรกิจภัตตาคารและร้านอาหาร ภาคเรียนที่ 2 ปีการศึกษา 2552
Saturday was a beautiful day. It was summer and the sun was hot and there were flowers I all the gardens. It was a day for everybody to be happy.
Tom came out of his house with a brush and a big pot of white paint in his hand. He looked at the fence; it was three metres high and thirty metres long. He put his brush in the paint and painted some of the fence.
He did it again. Then he stopped and looked at the fence, put down his brush and sat down. There were hours of work in front of him and he was the unhappiest boy in the village.
After ten minutes Tom had an idea, a wonderful idea. He took up the brush again and began work. He saw his friend Joe Harper in the street, but he didn’t look at him. Joe had an apple in his hand. He came up to Tom and looked at the fence.
‘I am sorry, Tom’
Tom said nothing. The paint brush moved up and down.
‘Working for your aunt?’ said Joe. ‘I’m going down to the river. I’m sorry you can’t come with me.’
Tom put down his brush. ‘You call this work?’ he said.
‘Painting a fence?’ said Joe. ‘Of course it’s work!’
‘Perhaps it is and perhaps it isn’t. But I like it,’ said Tom. ‘I can go to the river any day. I can’t paint a fence very often.’
Joe watched Tom for about five minutes. Tom painted very slowly and carefully. He often stopped, move back from the fence and looked at his work with a smile. Joe began to get very interested, and said :
‘Tom, can I paint a little?’
Tom thought for a second. ‘I’m sorry, Joe. You see, my aunt wants me to do it because I’m good at painting. My brother Sid wanted to paint, too, but she said no.’
‘Oh, please, Tom, just a little. I’m good at painting, too. Hey, do you want some of my apple?’
‘No, Joe, I can’t –‘
‘OK, you can have all my apple!’
Tom gave Joe the brush. He did not smile, but for the first time that day he was a very happy boy. He sat down and ate Joe’s apple.
More friends came to laugh at Tom, but soon they all wanted to paint, too. By the afternoon Tom had three balls, an old knife, a cat with one eye, an old blue bottle, and a lot of other exciting things. He was the richest boy in St Petersburg, and the fence – all thirty metres of it – was a beautiful white. He went back to the house.
‘Aunt Polly! Can I go to play now?’
Aunt Polly came out of the house to look. When she saw the beautiful white fence, she was very pleased. She took Tom into the house and gave him an apple.
‘Well, you can go and play. But don’t come home late.’
Tom quickly took a second apple and ran off.
On Monday morning Tom didn’t want to go to school, but Aunt Polly got him out of bed, and then out of the house. In the street near the school he met his friend Huckleberry Finn. Huck had no mother, and his father drank whiskey all the time, so Huck lived in the streets. He didn’t go to school, he was always dirty, and he never had a new shirt. But he was happy. The mothers of St Petersburg didn’t like Huck, but Tom and his friends did.
‘Hello, Huck!’ said Tom. ‘What have you got there?’
‘A dead cat.’
‘What are you going to do with it?’ asked Tom.
‘I’m going to take it to the graveyard tonight,’ Huck said. ‘At midnight. A dead cat can call ghosts out of their graves.’
‘I never heard that,’ said Tom. ‘Is it true?’
‘Well, I don’t know,’ said Hunk. ‘Old Mrs. Hopkins told me. Come with me, and see. Or are you afraid of ghosts?’
‘Of course not!’ said Tom. ‘Come and meow for me at my window at eleven o’clock.’
After this, Tom was late for school, and the teacher looked at him angrily.
‘Thomas Sawyer, why are you late again?’ he said.
Tom began to speak, and then stopped. There was a new girl in the schoolroom – a beautiful girl with blue eyes and long yellow hair. Tom looked and looked.
Oh, how beautiful she was! And in two seconds Tom was in love! He must sit next to her. But how?
In the girls’ half of the room there was only one empty chair, and it was next to the new girl. Tom thought quickly, and then looked at the teacher.
‘I stopped to talk with Huckleberry Finn!’ he said.
The teacher was very, very angry. Boys were often late for school. That was bad, but talking with Huckleberry Finn was worse, much worse! The teacher took his stick, and two minutes later Tom’s trousers were very hot and the teacher’s arm was very tired. ‘Now, Tom Sawyer, you go and sit with the girls!’
Some of the children laughed. Tom walked to the chair next to the new girl, sat down and opened his book. The other children began to work again.
After ten minutes, the girl looked up. There was an apple on the table in front of her. She put it back on Tom’s half on the table. A minute later the apple was in front of her again. Now it stayed. Next, Tom drew a picture of a house and put it in front of her.
‘That’s nice,’ the girl said. ‘Now draw a man.’
Tom drew a man next to the house. The man was taller than the house, and he had very big hands and very long legs. But the girl liked him. ‘ Can you draw me now?’ she asked.
Tom drew a girl next to the man.
‘You draw beautifully. I can’t draw pictures.’
‘I can teach you,’ said Tom. ‘After school.’
‘Oh , please!’
‘What’s your name?’ Tom asked.
‘Becky. Becky Thatcher.’
Just then Tom felt a hand on his head. It was the teacher. He took Tom by the ear and moved him back to his chair in the boys’ half of the room.
The graveyard was on a hill, about a mile from St Petersburg. When the boys got there, they put the dead cat on a grave, and sat down behind some trees. They watched, and waited. It was very dark, and very quiet.
‘Do you see that new grave there?’ whispered Huck. ‘That’s Hoss Williams’ grave. He died last week.’
‘Perhaps he can hear us,’ Tom whispered back. ‘Do you think he can, Huck?
‘I don’t know , but I --- ?
‘Sh! ’
‘Oh, Tom, what is it ?’
‘Sh!’ whispered Tom. ‘I can see something. Look!’
Huck moved nearer to Tom. ’Ghosts!’ he said. ‘Three of them! They’re coming here, Tom! Oh, let’s go home!’
‘They can ’t see us, ’ Tom whispered . ‘Not here.’
‘Ghosts can see through trees, ’ said Huck unhappily.
‘They can see through everything.
The ghosts moved quietly through the graveyard and came nearer to the trees. Huck and Tom watched,
very afraid. Then, after a minute, Huck said:
‘Tom! They’ re not ghosts. That’s Muff Potter.’
‘So it is .And that’s Injun Joe. And the other man is Doctor Robinson. What are they doing here?’
‘They’re graverobbers, Tom! They’re going to rob a grave! My father told me about it. The doctor wants a dead body, you see. He cuts it up because he wants to learn about – ’
‘sh!’ said Tom. ‘They’re getting near.’
The three men stopped at Hoss Williams’ grave and Injun Joe and Muff Potter began to dig. Ten minutes later the grave was open.
‘Now , doctor, ’said Muff Potter. ‘You want us to take the body to your house? That’s five dollars more.’
‘No! said the doctor. ‘I gave you the money this morning. I ’m not giving you any more!’
‘Now you listen to me, doctor!’ said Injun Joe. ‘I want that money!
Do you remember a day five years ago? I came to your house and asked for something to eat. And you gave me nothing. Nothing ! So give me that money!’
He took the doctor’s arm, but suddenly the doctor hit him, and Injun Joe fell to the ground.
‘Don’t hit my friend!’ cried Muff Potter. He jumped on the doctor and the two men began to fight.
It all happened very quickly, and the two boys watched with open mouths. Injun Joe got up. He had Muff Potter’s knife in his hand now , and he moved behind the doctor. Then the doctor hit
Muff Potter on the head. Muff fell to the ground , and at the same moment the knife in Injun Joe’s hand went into the doctor’s back. The doctor fell to the ground, on top of Muff Potter , and he did not move again
The two boys could watch no more .Very quietly, they moved away from the trees, and then ran out of the graveyard and back to the village.
Injun Joe stood by Hoss Williams’ grave and looked down at the two men. Then he put the knife into Muff Potter’s hand and sat down. Three – four – five minutes went by. Potter moved a little and opened his eyes.
‘What – what happened, Joe?’ he asked.
‘This is bad, Muff,’ said Joe. ‘Why did you kill him?’
Muff looked at the doctor’s dead body, then at the knife in his hand. ‘Me? Did I kill him?’ His face went white, and the knife fell from his hand. ‘It’s the whiskey, Joe! I never fight with knives usually. Oh, why did I drink all that whiskey tonight? I don’t remember anything!’
‘It’s OK, Muff,’ said Joe. ‘I’m not going to tell anyone. You get away quickly. Go on – go now!’
Muff Potter got up and ran away. Joe watched him for a minute, then he carefully put the knife next to the doctor’s body. Then he, too, left the graveyard.
The next day the Sheriff’s men found the doctor’s body in the graveyard – and Muff Potter’s knife. That night Muff came to the graveyard to get his knife. But the Sheriff’s men were there, and they took Muff to St Petersburg’s little jail. And there Muff sat for four weeks, and waited for his trial.
Tom and Huck could not forget that night in the graveyard. They were very unhappy, and very afraid.
‘What’re we going to do?’ said Tom. ‘Muff Potter didn’t kill the doctor – Injun Joe did. We saw him!’
‘I know,’ Huck said. ‘But what can we do? We can’t tell anyone. I’m afraid of Injun Joe. He’s
dangerous. And he’s a killer. Do you want a knife in your back?
‘Yes, I’m afraid of him, too,’ Tom said. He thought for a minute. ‘I’m sorry for Muff Potter, but
you’re right, Huck. We can’t tell anyone about Injun Joe.’
There is a time in every boy’s life when he wants to go and dig for treasure. And that time came for Tom.
For a week the two boy thought and thought about the treasure. It was ‘under the cross’, but where was the cross? In St Petersburg the boys watched the ‘Spaniard’ carefully, but they didn’t see a cross, and they didn’t find the treasure.
It was Tuesday evening, and St Petersburg waited. Many of the villagers were in the cave, and they looked for the children day and night. But they heard nothing, saw nothing , and found nothing.
Then, late that evening, there was a sudden noise in the streets. People began to run to the Thatchers’ house.
‘They’re here! Becky and Tom are here!’
Most of the village came to listen to Tom’s story.
‘It was in the sixth tunnel,’ he told them. ‘I went to the end of my string, and suddenly, I could see daylight!
There was a little hole in the cave wall. I put my head out, and there was the river, right under my nose! I went back and got Becky, and we climbed out through the hole. Then we stopped a boat on the river. We were five miles from the mouth of the cave!’
Tom was very tired after his three days in the cave, and he went to bed and stayed there for two days. He heard about Huck and went to see him on Sunday, and then every day. But Mrs. Douglas was always in the room.
‘You can just say hello,’ she told Tom. ‘And then you must go. Huck is very ill, and he needs to sleep.’
So Tom could not talk about anything exciting, and he could not tell Huck about Injun Joe.
One day, about two weeks after the picnic, Tom was in Becky’s house, and her father came in.
‘Well, Tom,’ Mr. Thatcher said. ‘Would you like to go back to cave again, one day?’
‘I’ m not afraid of that cave,’ said Tom.
Mr. Thatcher laughed. ‘There are a lot of people like you, Tom. But nobody’s going into the cave again. There are big doors across the cave mouth now – and nobody can open them!’
Tom’s face went white. ‘But Mr. Thatcher – Injun Joe’s in the cave!’
An hour later, fifty men were at the cave and they opened the doors. Injun Joe was on the ground, dead, his face to the door and his knife in his hand.