Tom Sawyer Abroad. Марк Твен

      Jim moved a little way along the locker, and you could see he was insulted. He kept shaking his head and muttering, and so I slid along to him and patted him on the leg, and petted him up, and got him over the worst of his feelings, and then he says:

      “Mars Tom talkin’ sich talk as dat! Choosday in one place en Monday in t’other, bofe in the same day! Huck, dis ain’t no place to joke – up here whah we is. Two days in one day! How you gwine to get two days inter one day? Can’t git two hours inter one hour, kin you? Can’t git two niggers inter one nigger skin, kin you? Can’t git two gallons of whisky inter a one-gallon jug, kin you? No, sir, ‘twould strain de jug. Yes, en even den you couldn’t, I don’t believe. Why, looky here, Huck, s’posen de Choosday was New Year’s – now den! is you gwine to tell me it’s dis year in one place en las’ year in t’other, bofe in de identical same minute? It’s de beatenest rubbage! I can’t stan’ it – I can’t stan’ to hear tell ‘bout it.” Then he begun to shiver and turn gray, and Tom says:

      “NOW what’s the matter? What’s the trouble?”

      Jim could hardly speak, but he says:

      “Mars Tom, you ain’t jokin’, en it’s SO?”

      “No, I’m not, and it is so.”

      Jim shivered again, and says:

      “Den dat Monday could be de las’ day, en dey wouldn’t be no las’ day in England, en de dead wouldn’t be called. We mustn’t go over dah, Mars Tom. Please git him to turn back; I wants to be whah – ”

      All of a sudden we see something, and all jumped up, and forgot everything and begun to gaze. Tom says:

      “Ain’t that the – ” He catched his breath, then says: “It IS, sure as you live! It’s the ocean!”

      That made me and Jim catch our breath, too. Then we all stood petrified but happy, for none of us had ever seen an ocean, or ever expected to. Tom kept muttering:

      “Atlantic Ocean – Atlantic. Land, don’t it sound great! And that’s IT – and WE are looking at it – we! Why, it’s just too splendid to believe!”

      Then we see a big bank of black smoke; and when we got nearer, it was a city – and a monster she was, too, with a thick fringe of ships around one edge; and we wondered if it was New York, and begun to jaw and dispute about it, and, first we knowed, it slid from under us and went flying behind, and here we was, out over the very ocean itself, and going like a cyclone. Then we woke up, I tell you!