Donde
Huck cuenta lo que cuesta vivir con la viuda Douglas y el sentido de tratar de
“civilizarlo”. Una araña, el fuego, mala suerte, la forma de evitarla. Del
original ingles “The Adventures of
Huckleberry Finn”, de Mark Twain
The Widow
Douglas she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was
rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and
decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn't stand it no longer
I lit out. I got into my old rags and my
sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer he hunted me up and said he
was going to start a band of robbers, and I might join if I would go back to
the widow and be respectable. So I went
back.
The widow she
cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb, and she called me a lot of other
names, too, but she never meant no harm by it. She put me in them new clothes
again, and I couldn't do nothing but sweat and sweat, and feel all restricted. Well, then, the old thing commenced
again. The widow rung a bell for supper,
and you had to come to time. When you got to the table you couldn't go right to
eating, but you had to wait for the widow to put down her head and complain a
little over the victuals, though there warn't really anything the matter with
them,—that is, nothing only everything was cooked by itself…