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Once there was a bad little boy, whose name was Jim -- though, if you will notice, you will find that bad little boys are nearly always called James in your Sunday-school books. It was very strange, but still it was true, that this one was called Jim.
He didn't have any sick mother, either -- a sick mother who was pious1 and had the consumption, and would be glad to lie down in the grave and be at rest, but for the strong love she bore her boy, and the anxiety she felt that the world would be harsh and cold towards him when she was gone. Most bad boys in the Sunday books are named James, and have sick mothers, who teach them to say, "Now I lay me down," etc., and sing them to sleep with sweet plaintive2 voices, and then kiss them goodnight, and kneel down by the bedside and weep. But it was different with this fellow. He was named Jim, and there wasn't any thing the matter with his mother -- no consumption, or any thing of that kind. She was rather stout3 than otherwise, and she was not pious; moreover, she was not anxious on Jim's account. She said if he were to break his neck, it wouldn't be much loss. She always spanked4 Jim to sleep, and she never kissed him goodnight; on the contrary, she boxed his ears when she was ready to leave him.
Once this little bad boy stole the key of the pantry and slipped in there and helped himself to some jam, and filled up the vessel5 with tar6, so that his mother would never know the difference; but all at once a terrible feeling didn't come over him, and something didn't seem to whisper to him, "Is it right to disobey my mother? Isn't it sinful to do this? Where do bad little boys go who gobble up their good kind mother's jam?" and then he didn't kneel down all alone and promise never to be wicked any more, and rise up with a light, happy heart, and go and tell his mother all about it, and beg her forgiveness, and be blessed by her with tears of pride and thankfulness in her eyes. No; that is the way with all other bad boys in the books; but it happened otherwise with this Jim, strangely enough. He ate that jam, and said it was bully7, in his sinful, vulgar way; and he put in the tar, and said that was bully also, and laughed, and observed that "the old woman would get up and snort" when she found it out; and when she did find it out, he denied knowing any thing about it, and she whipped him severely8, and he did the crying himself. Every thing about this boy was curious -- every thing turned out differently with him from the way it does to the bad Jameses in the books.
Once he climbed up in Farmer Acorn's apple-tree to steal apples, and the limb didn't break, and he didn't fall and break his arm, and get torn by the farmer's great dog, and then languish9 on a sick bed for weeks, and repent11 and become good. Oh! no; he stole as many apples as he wanted, and came down all right; and he was all ready for the dog, too, and knocked him endways with a rock when he came to tear him. It was very strange -- nothing like it ever happened in those mild little books with marbled backs, and with pictures in them of men with swallow-tailed coats, and bell-crowned hats, and pantaloons that are short in the legs, and women with the waists of their dresses under their arms and no hoops12 on. Nothing like it in any of the Sunday-school books.
Once he stole the teacher's penknife, and when he was afraid it would be found out, and he would get whipped, he slipped it into George Wilson's cap -- poor Widow Wilson's son, the moral boy, the good little boy of the village, who always obeyed his mother, and never told an untruth, and was fond of his lessons and infatuated with Sunday-school. And when the knife dropped from the cap, and poor George hung his head and blushed, as if in conscious guilt13, and the grieved teacher charged the theft upon him, and was just in the very act of bringing the switch down upon his trembling shoulders, a white-haired improbable justice of the peace did not suddenly appear in their midst and strike an attitude and say, "spare this noble boy -- there stands the cowering14 culprit! I was passing the school-door at recess15, and, unseen myself, I saw the theft committed!" And then Jim didn't get whaled, and the venerable justice didn't read the tearful school a homily, and take George by the hand and say such a boy deserved to be exalted16, and then tell him to come and make his home with him, and sweep out the office, and make fires, and run errands, and chop wood, and study law, and help his wife to do household labors17, and have all the balance of the time to play, and get forty cents a month, and be happy. No; it would have happened that way in the books, but it didn't happen that way to Jim. No meddling18 old clam19 of a justice dropped in to make trouble, and so the model boy GLeorge got threshed, and Jim was glad of it; because, you know, Jim hated moral boys. Jim said he was "down on them milksops." Such was the coarse language of this bad, neglected boy.
But the strangest things that ever happened to Jim was the time he went boating on Sunday and didn't get drowned, and that other time that he got caught out in the storm when he was fishing on Sunday, and didn't get struck by lightning. Why, you might look, and look, and look through the Sunday-school books, from now till next Christmas, and you would never come across any thing like this. Oh! no; you would find that all the bad boys who go boating on Sunday invariably get drowned; and all the bad boys who get caught out in storms, when they are fishing on Sunday, infallibly get struck by lightning. Boats with bad boys in them always upset on Sunday, and it always storms when bad boys go fishing on the Sabbath. How this Jim ever escaped is a mystery to me.
This Jim bore a charmed life -- that must have been the way of it. Nothing could hurt him. He even gave the elephant in the menagerie a plug of tobacco, and the elephant didn't knock the top of his head off with his trunk. He browsed20 around the cupboard after essence of peppermint21, and didn't make a mistake and drink aqua fortis. He stole his father's gun and went hunting on the Sabbath, and didn't shoot three or four of his fingers off. He struck his little sister on the temple with his fist when he was angry, and she didn't linger in pain through long summer days, and die with sweet words of forgiveness upon her lips that redoubled the anguish10 of his breaking heart. No; she got over it. He ran off and went to sea at last, and didn't come back and find himself sad and alone in the world, his loved ones sleeping in the quiet churchyard, and the vine-embowered home of his boyhood tumbled down and gone to decay. Ah! no; he came home drunk as a piper, and got into the station-house the first thing.
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1 pious | |
adj.虔诚的;道貌岸然的 | |
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2 plaintive | |
adj.可怜的,伤心的 | |
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3 stout | |
adj.强壮的,粗大的,结实的,勇猛的,矮胖的 | |
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4 spanked | |
v.用手掌打( spank的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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5 vessel | |
n.船舶;容器,器皿;管,导管,血管 | |
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6 tar | |
n.柏油,焦油;vt.涂或浇柏油/焦油于 | |
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7 bully | |
n.恃强欺弱者,小流氓;vt.威胁,欺侮 | |
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8 severely | |
adv.严格地;严厉地;非常恶劣地 | |
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9 languish | |
vi.变得衰弱无力,失去活力,(植物等)凋萎 | |
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10 anguish | |
n.(尤指心灵上的)极度痛苦,烦恼 | |
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11 repent | |
v.悔悟,悔改,忏悔,后悔 | |
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12 hoops | |
n.箍( hoop的名词复数 );(篮球)篮圈;(旧时儿童玩的)大环子;(两端埋在地里的)小铁弓 | |
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13 guilt | |
n.犯罪;内疚;过失,罪责 | |
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14 cowering | |
v.畏缩,抖缩( cower的现在分词 ) | |
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15 recess | |
n.短期休息,壁凹(墙上装架子,柜子等凹处) | |
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16 exalted | |
adj.(地位等)高的,崇高的;尊贵的,高尚的 | |
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v.努力争取(for)( labor的第三人称单数 );苦干;详细分析;(指引擎)缓慢而困难地运转 | |
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18 meddling | |
v.干涉,干预(他人事务)( meddle的现在分词 ) | |
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19 clam | |
n.蛤,蛤肉 | |
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20 browsed | |
v.吃草( browse的过去式和过去分词 );随意翻阅;(在商店里)随便看看;(在计算机上)浏览信息 | |
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21 peppermint | |
n.薄荷,薄荷油,薄荷糖 | |
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22 rascality | |
流氓性,流氓集团 | |
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23 streak | |
n.条理,斑纹,倾向,少许,痕迹;v.加条纹,变成条纹,奔驰,快速移动 | |
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