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Classic from the year 2009 in the subject American Studies - Literature, , language: English, abstract: Chapter 1"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.[...]
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Mark Twain, geb. am 30.11.1835 in Florida (Missouri). Sein eigentlicher Name ist Samuel Longhorne Clemens. Der Vater starb 1847 und Twain musste im Alter von zwölf Jahren die Schule abbrechen und begann eine Lehre als Schriftsetzer. Mit 17 Jahren ging er nach New York, dann nach Philadelphia, wo er die ersten Reiseskizzen schrieb. Von 1857-60 war er Lotse auf dem Mississippi, nahm am Sezessionskrieg auf der Seite der Konföderierten teil und war 1861 Silbersucher in Nevada. 1864 lebte er in San Francisco, 1866 als Reporter auf Hawaii und 1867 als Reisender in Europa und Palästina. Er gründete einen Verlag, musste aber 1894 Konkurs anmelden und ging auf Weltreise, um mit Vorträgen seine Schulden abzutragen. Mark Twain starb am 21.4.1910 in Redding (Connecticut).
