The Adventures of

Tom Sawyer
Story by
Mark Twain

Adapted for the Stage by

Timothy Mason

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer was first presented by The Children’s Theatre Company for the 1985-1986 season.

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 THE CHARACTERS

TOM SAWYER
HUCKLEBERRY FINN
MARK TWAIN
AUNT POLLY
SID
J lM
MUFF POTTER
INJUN JOE
DOC ROBINSON
MR.- DOBBINS
BECKY THATCHER
JOE HARPER
REVEREND FORBES
JUDGE. THATCHER
MRS. HARPER
PROSECUTOR
DE-FENDER (MARK TWAIN)

OTHER CHILDREN AND ADULTS, INHABITANTS OF ST. PETERSBURG, MISSOURI

(AMY LAWRENCE, BEN ROGERS, SUSAN HARPER, GRACIE MILLER, WILL HANLEY
JACK TAYLOR, HANK, SHERIFF THOMPKINS, MOTHER HOPKINS, RIVERBOAT
CAPTAIN, RIVERBOAT CREWMAN, etc.)

THE SINGER
(The Singer referred to throughout the script i s the musical narrative. It may be a single
tenor voice, or a small instrumental and vocal ensemble, depending on the form selected.
In the original production, the Singer was actually three costumed musicians, inhabit-
ants of St. Petersburg; a fiddler, a banjo player, and a guitar player; they also played
harmonica and ham-bone percussion; one was a tenor and another a bass. They moved
in and out o f the action of the play, just as Mr. Twain both narrates and participates.)
 THE SETTING

The Mississippi River is the dominant unseen character i n the play

A series o f levels and platforms, all constructed o f rough-hewn planks and all suggestive
o f a river wharf. Scattered hanging ropes and tackles. The set facilitates the almost continuous
scene-to-scene flow o f the script, with the assistance of area lighting and directorial focus.

General scenic locations are indicated i n the script by the following labels:

The Slope ( a series o f broad steps which become the school room, courtroom,
hillside, Aunt Polly's sitting room, etc.)

The Graveyard (at the top o f the slope, also serves as preacher's pulpit, judge's
bench, island lookout, etc.)

Center Pier (broad down-center playing area, a portion o f which l i f t s up from

the floor t o form the white-wash fence)

The Cave (an opening just left o f center, beneath the graveyard, used throughout
the play f o r exits and entrances, a street, etc., before it becomes the
dark gaping mouth o f the cave)

Upper Pier L e f t (which i s also the Singer's platform)

Lower Pier Left

Upper Pier Right (which is Tom's bedroom, the church choir loft, etc.)

Lower Pier Right

 (A single fiddle begins the hymn tune in the darkness. Then
it is joined by the Singer.)

SINGER

SHALL WE GATHER A T THE RIVER

WHERE BRIGHT ANGEL FEET HA VE TROD
WITH THE CRYSTAL TIDE FOREVER
FLOWING BY THE THRONE O F GOD

YES! WE WILL GATHER BY THE RIVER

THE BEAUTIFUL, THE BEAUTIFUL R I V E R . . .

(The distant barking o f a dog. The Singer continues beneath

the following speech, gradually fading.)

M R . TWAIN

St. Petersburg, Missouri. A shabby l i t t l e village on the banks of the Mississippi. Eighteen
forty-two, or thereabouts. I forget.

( A distant indistinguishable shout of a mother calling her child

home.)

My name i s Mark Twain, and I once wrote a story call The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.
Some of you may have read that book. Others not. It i s not a matter of great significance.
Because I am going to tell it to you now. As best I can remember . . . Remember . . . St.
Petersburg, and summer, and a boy, and the whole blessed town, early in June, eighteen
forty-two. Or forty-three. I forget.

T O M SAWYER

(In the graveyard area with Huckleberry Finn.)

How does it go, Huck?

HUCK

Barley-corn, barley-corn, injun-meal shorts,

Spunk-water, spunk-water, swaller these warts . . .

(Lights on them fade.)

 TWAIN

Remember a white-lace petticoat and a pair o f pig-tails, oh, Becky . . .

(Becky Thatcher runs into a pool o f light on the center pier.)

BECKY

All right, Tom. I 'I1 whisper it in your ear. But you must promise you'll never tell, will you,
Tom? Ever? Ever and forever and forever. . .

(She runs o f f and her light fades. It is replaced by a harsh mid-

afternoon glare surrounding the cave entrance. Several men
lean against posts and squat on the ground.)

TWAIN

Forever and ever. . .Remember. . . M u f f Potter, forever drunk and in need o f tobacco.
MUFF

Gimme a chaw'v tobacker, Hank.

HANK

Cain't. I hain't got but one chaw left, Muff. Ask Jack.

MUFF

I wisht you'd len' me a chaw, Jack, I jist this minute give Ben Thompson the last chaw
I had . . .

JACK

You give him a chaw, did you? So did yer dead sister's cat's grandmother. You pay me
back the chaws you've already borry'd off'n me. M u f f Potter, and I'll loan you one or two
ton o f it.

(Lights on them fade.)

TWAIN

St. Petersburg, on the banks o f the Mississippi. Summertime, eighteen forty-two, or maybe
forty-three, I forget. I do remember. . . the Sabbath day.

(Lights up on the Preacher, standing at the top o f the slope. The

Choir sits in pews on the upper right pier.)
 PREACHER

(A univeral preacher's intonation.)

Remember the Sabbath-day, to keep it holy.

being one
Which anxious. can add
of you, by cubit to his span of life?

And Why troubled over what ye shall put

are ye on?
lilies of the
Consider the field . . .
toil nor do they
They neither
spin . . .

Solomon in
not even aaaaaaalII
Yet I say unto you, glory . . .
his

TWAIN

(Suddenly appearing amid the choir on the upper right pier.)

I remember Solomon in all his glory. Who wouldn't.

PREACHER

You there! I n the choir! Please to hesh up!

TWAIN

(Rising and walking down to the edge of the pier.)

The choir always tittered and whispered all through the services.

(A high female titter from the choir.)

There was once a church choir that was not bad-mannered, but I have forgotten where it
was, now. I t was a great many years ago, and I think it was in some foreign country.
 THE CHOIR

YES WE WILL GATHER B Y THE RIVER,

THE BEAUTIFUL, THE BEAUTIFUL RIVER . . .

(Lights on Choir fade.)

TWAIN

The river! I remember the river!

(With whoops and cries and musical accompaniment on the

banjo and fiddle, five naked boys run across the uppermost
platform, leap upstage in the air and plummet down into the
river, with the sound o f a great splash.)

The river and summer and summer nights thick with fog.

(All lights grow dim and murky and tinged with blue. The
sound o f a paddle-wheel steamboat on the river, a fog horn,
and muffled shouts.)

RIVERBOAT CREWMAN

(Standing with a measuring line on the lower left pier.)

Half twain! Half twain! Half twain!

RIVERBOAT CAPTAIN

(Standing on the upper left pier, above the Crewman.)

Let her go about!

CREWMAN

Let her go about! Ease, starboard! Strong on the larboard! Starboard, give way!

CAPTA l N

Cramp her up t o the bar! What are you standing up through the middle o f the river for?

CREWMAN

Starboard, give way!

Whar'n the hell you goin' to! Cain't you see nothin', you egg-suckin', sheep-stealin', one-
eyed son o f a stuffed monkey!

(Lights on Captain and Crewman begin t o fade, river sounds

continue at lower level.)

TWAIN

( I n a pool o f light on the lower right pier.)

I wished I could talk like that.

CREWMAN

(From the near-darkness.)

Mark twain!

TWAIN

Bless my SOLII,
I wished I c o ~ ~talk
l d like that.

(All river sounds fade.)

SINGER

SHALL WE GATHER A T THE RIVER

THAT FLOWS B Y THE THRONE O F GOD

TWAIN

St. Petersburg. A little village in Missouri, so shabby that if I were given the choice o f
spending eternity i n Heaven or there, I'd take St. Petersburg every time.

HUCK

(Running on past Twain, with Tom following close behind.)

No, no, no! That ain' it!

Barley-corn, barley-corn, injun-meal shorts,

Spunk-water, spunk-water, swaller these warts. . .

and then you walk away quick, seven steps, with your eyes shut, and turn around three
times, and all your warts is gone!
 TOM

Well, it sounds right. Did you ever try it, Huck?

HUCK

No, but old Mother Hopkins told me.

TOM

Mother Hopkins! Well, I reckon it is right then. Becuz they say she's a witch.

HUCK

Say? Why, Tom, I know she's a witch . . .

(The boys part company with a ritualistic gesture which should

be repeated at various times throughout the play: they both
lick the tips o f their thumbs and then press the thumbs together.
Tom runs up the slope into darkness. Huck crosses l e f t slowly
as Twain makes the following speech.)

TWAIN

Mother Hopkins wasn't quite what you'd call refined. Mother Hopkins wasn't quite what
you'd call unrefined. Mother Hopkins was the kind of person that keeps a parrot.

(Mother Hopkins jumps out of the shadows beneath the upper

l e f t pier, parrot on her shoulder squawks, Huck jumps and runs
off. Light on her fades. Light on Tom in his bedroom rises.)

TOM

Lemme see.

Barley-corn, barley-corn, injun-meal shorts,

Spunk-water, spunk-water, swaller these warts!

(He examines his hands.)

Must be it takes some time to work.

(He looks up and notices the Singer on the upper left pier.)

Howdy.
 SINGER

Howdy, Tom.

TOM

(Addressing the audience directly.)

Anyway, my name i s Tom Sawyer, and Mr. Twain, he put me in a book. And some of what
he wrote is even true. As for the rest o f it . . . well . . . Mr. Twain says that he was born
honest. But it wore off later on. 1 don't know nothin' about that, but I'm glad he put my
friend, Huck, in it. And Aunt Polly and my half-brother, Sid. Though I don't much care for
him. I'm even glad he put Injun Joe in it, cuz what kind of a story would it be without him?

(Lights on him fade.)

TWAIN

Summertime. St. Petersburg. The Mississippi, and a boy named Sawyer. Tom Sawyer.

(During the preceding speech, Twain walks up the slope. As he

passes, Aunt Polly appears, wiping her hands on her apron.)

AUNT POLLY

Tom? Tom!

(She bustles past him down the slope.)

TWAIN

He was not the Model Boy o f the village.

AUNT POLLY

You -Tom! I never did see the beat o f that boy! You-u-u-u Tom!

TWAIN

Oh, the village had i t s Model Boy. And he had our undivided contempt.

SID

(Coming down from his bedroom to Aunt Polly.)

Tom's hiding in the fruit cellar, Mother. He's been into the jam.
 AUNT POLLY

(With barely disguised distaste.)

Thank you, Sid.

(Shouting into the fruit cellar.)

You -Tom!

(She pulls Tom out by an ear.)

TOM

I'll get you for that, Sid. See if I don't.

AUNT POLLY

Tom! Look at your hands! And look at your mouth! What is that truck?

TOM

/ don't know, Aunt Polly

AUNT POLLY

Well I do. 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 mimed switch is produced, Aunt Polly brandishes it above

Tom, the peril is desperate.)

TOM

(Pointing off.)

My gracious! Look a' there, Aunt Polly!

AUNT POLLY

(Whirling around and shrieking.)

What i s it!

(Tom give one jab t o Sid's belly, two t o his ear, jumps up, runs R
past Sid, catches hold o f upper pier right, spins and drops t o
the floor.)
 SID

Owww!

AUNT POLLY

Tom !

TOM

(Whooping like an Indian.)

Woo- woo- woo- woo- woo- woo- woo!

(He turns and runs off. Aunt Polly stands surprised for a moment,
then begins to laugh. Sid i s whimpering.)

AUNT POLLY

Hang that boy, can't I never learn anything? Ah, but old fools is the biggest fools there is.

(To Sid.)

What are you carrying on for, boy? You ain't gonna die from it, I suppose. Now get off
with you and get t o school.

SI D

(Sulking)

Yes, ma'am.

(Sid turns and mopes slowly off.)

AUNT POLLY

And make sure Tom gets there, too!

SI D

(Instantly jubilant.)

Oh, yes ma'am, I shore will, ma'am!

(He runs out.)

 AUNT POLLY

(Sweeping the down right pier with a real broom.)

I ain't doin' my duty by Tom Sawyer, and that's the Lord's truth. But laws-a-me, he's my
own dead sister's boy, poor thing, and I ain't got the heart to thrash him, somehow. Though
I oughter. And if it's the Lord's will I thrash that boy, then I just will . . . the next time.
Only I pray the Lord Tom don't make me laugh again - i t ' s so dang hard to hit him when
I'm a-laughin'.

(Continuous with the preceding. A rush o f children from left

to right, laughing and shouting, school-books in their arms.
Cries o f "Morning, Miss Polly!" They exit o f f R, Aunt Polly
climbs the slope and exits. Doc Robinson appears beneath the
upper right pier. He looks about him furtively and then motions
t o the dark shapes behind him in the shadows. They come down
and join him on the lower right pier: Muff Potter and Injun Joe.)

DOC ROBINSON

What the devil are you two hounding me in the streets for? And in broad daylight! You
have your instructions!

MUFF POTTER

Oh, we got yer instrukshuns awright, Doc. We jist ain't got yer money yet.

ROB1NSON

I told you I'd make payment when you'd finished your work, Muff Potter.

MUFF

Well, what you tol' us and what we wants is two diff'rent things, seemin'ly.

lNJUN JOE

You give us that money now, Robinson.

 ROBINSON

You listen t o me, Joseph . . .

INJUN JOE

lnjun Joe is good enough for me, Doc.

ROBINSON

(After a brief hesitation.)

Oh, curse you both!

(He takes bills from his pocket.)

There! Five dollars. And see you don't spend it on whiskey, Muff Potter. You're no good
to me drunk.

INJUN JOE

Oh, we're plenty good to you, Doctor Robinson. You couldn't do without us, I reckon.

ROBINSON

Now leave me alone .

INJUN JOE

Till tomorrow night, Doc. In the graveyard, with two shovels and a pine box.

ROBINSON

. . . And don't ever talk to me in the street again!

(Robinson strides o f f UC t o the mouth o f the cave, where Tom

and Huck have just appeared. lnjun j oe and Muff Potter fall
back into the shadows beneath the pier and vanish.)

TOM

Mornin', Doc.

ROB1NSON

(Startled.)

What? Oh. Good morning, Thomas. Huckleberry.

 (Robinson exits U through the cave.)

HUCK

(With a gratified chuckle.)

That Doc Robinson -he allas treats me like I was folks. I like that in a man, makes me
feel good.

SID

(Running down out o f cave t o the boys, but keeping his

distance.)

Tom -you git on t o school!

TOM

I don't gotta mind you, Sid!

SID

I'm tellinlAunt Polly you talkin' with the riff-raff!

HUCK

(Picking Sid up by the back o f his trousers.)

Riff - raff!

(Sid "runs" without getting anywhere.)

You best keep on runnin, boy!

(Huck releases Sid, who edges past and then breaks into a run, R.
Tom mimes picking up clods o f dirt and hurtling them after Sid.)

TOM

I'll lick you, Sid! I swear I will!

(Exit Sid R. Enter Mark Twain, R, dusting o f f his white jacket

which has received the benefit o f Tom's anger - real dirt on
his jacket.)

TWAIN

(To the audience.)

It's a bombardment. It's an outrage. It's dirt.

 ( A light on Huck alone, amusing himself. Perhaps he flaps his
wings like a bird, turns his back t o the audience and pees, lights
his pipe and checks the contents o f the sack he carries. All this
slowly, in a contemplative fashion, while Twain speaks.)

That creature there is Huckleberry Finn, son o f the town drunkard. Huckleberry comes
and goes as he pleases-he does not have t o go t o school, or t o church, and there is no
one t o tell him t o wash or t o put on a clean shirt. He knows how t o smoke a pipe and he
can swear wonderfully. I n short, everything that goes t o make life precious, that boy has.

Huckleberry is cordially hated by all the mothers in St. Petersburg, because he is idle and
lawless and vulgar and bad -and because all their children love him. Tom, o f course, is
under strict orders not t o play with him.

(We see Tom poke his head out from behind a post.)

So he plays with him every chance he gets.

(Tom runs up to the graveyard plaform t o join Huck. Twain

walks slowly o f f L.)

TOM

What's that you got in the bag, Huck?

HUCK

Dead cat.

TOM

Lemme see him.

(Tom digs in the sack and comes out with a rigid cat.)

My, he's pretty s t i f f . Where'd you get him?

HUCK

Bought him off'n a boy.

TOM

Say -what is dead cats good for, Huck?

HUCK

Cure warts with.

 TOM

Bob Tanner tried it with a dead cat, and i t didn't work.

HUCK

Bob Tanner i s the wartiest boy in this town. Bob Tanner wouldn't have a wart on him
if'n he know how t o work dead cats.

TOM

How do you do it, Huck?

HUCK

Well, you jist take yer cat and go t o the graveyard 'long about midnight when somebody
that was wicked has been buried. And when it's midnight, a devil will come, or mebby two
or three, and when they're takin' that wicked feller away, you throw yer cat after 'em and
say, "Devil follow corpse, cat follow devil, warts follow cat, I'm done with you."

Shoot. Fetch any wart.

TOM

Say, Huck. When you going t o t r y that cat?

HUCK

Tomorrer night. They're a-buryin' old Hoss Williams, and he was wicked enough, I reckon.

TOM

Kin I go with?

HUCK

O'course - if you ain't afeard.

TOM

That ain't likely. Will you meow beneath m y winda?

HUCK

I suppose- but you meow back this time. Last time, you kep' me a-meowin' around till
the neighbors went t o throwin' rocks at me.
 TOM

I will, Huck, for sure this time. Tomorrer night.

HUCK

Tomorrer night.

TOM

(Running off.)

(In an instant, the school children spill over the top o f the upper-
most platform and down the slope into the schoolroom, noisily
taking their seats. Mr. Dobbins appears, R, standing at his desk.
He brings his stick down on the desk with a crack and all is silent.)

MR. DOBBINS

Children?

CHILDREN

(Sing-song unison.)

Good morning, Mr. Dobbins.

DOBBINS

Decent children s i t up straight in their seats, like little soldiers.

CHILDREN

(Readjusting themselves t o imitate little soldiers.)

Yes, sir, Mr. Dobbins. ,-

 DOBBINS

Decent children don't slouch in their seats like Joe Harper there. Stand up, Harper

JOE

(Standing.)

Yes, sir.

DOBBINS

(Standing above him.)

Now, class. I s this boy a good little soldier?

CHILDREN

(Drearily.)

No, sir.

DOBBINS

No, indeed. S i t down, Harper.

(Joe Harper sits. Mr. Dobbins continues his rounds.)

Oh, oh, oh. I see one Iittlegirl who is lookingout the window. I am afraid she thinks that I am
out there somewhere - perhaps up in one o f the trees, making a speech to the little birds . . .

(Mr. Dobbins enjoys his own devastating wit for a moment.

Polite titter from the class. Dobbins suddenly interupts it with
a crash o f his stick on the desk.)

Silence!

(There i s silence.)

Amy Lawrence.

(She pops up out of her seat.)

Spell the word, "latitude."

 AMY

"Latitude." L - A - T - I - T - U - D .

(Mr. Dobbins harpoons a glance at her.)

E. "Latitude."

(She s i t s down.)

DOBBINS

Joe Harper?

(Joe Harper stands. As he does so, Dobbins turns his back and
and two boys on either side of Harper tickle him.)

What is the meaning o f the word . . . "latitude."

(Trying to recover.)

Oh, uh . . . "latitude." L-A-T-I-T------"

DOBBINS

Joe Harper!

JOE

Uh, yes sir, Mr. Dobbins? What was it you wanted to know again?

DOBBINS

Sit down, Harper!

(He attempts t o do so, but the boy to his right has placed a ruler
on end for Joe to s i t on. joe springs up again.)

Harper!

Yes, sir.

DOBBINS

Sit down!
 (Doing so.)

Yes, sir.

DOBBINS

You will write forty line. "I will not be such a fool in the future."

Yes, sir.

DOBBINS

The rest o f you. Open your readers to page twenty-one.

(The children open their books and bend over them studiously.
In the subsequent hush, Tom Sawyer appears at the top o f the
uppermost platform.)

Sawyer! Come here!

(Tom hesitates, begins to do an about-face.)

Thomas Sawyer! Come back here at once!

(Tom turns back and descends the slope until he is face to face
with Dobbins at his desk.)

Well. What was it this time, t o make you so late? Hmm? I s your Aunt Polly on her deathbed
again? Like she was on Tuesday? Or did you stop to give a basket o f eggs and ham t o a poor
family, as you so kindly did on Monday?

TOM

(After a slight hesitation and a backward glance at Becky Thatcher.)

No, sir. N o . . . I stopped.. . I STOPPED TO T A L K TO HUCKLEBERRY FINN!

(A gasp from students and teacher alike, and then a dreadful

pause.)

DOBBINS

(Quietly, with relish.)

This is the most astonishing confesstion I have ever heard! You will be whipped, boy! You
will remain after school to be whipped!
 TOM

Yes, sir.

DOBBINS

And in the meantime, you can go and s i t with thegirls!

(Titter from the class, catcalls as Tom makes his way into the
girls' section. He sits down next t o Becky Thatcher and the
lights on the school room fade. A thin, lyrical melody from
the fiddle.)

TWAIN

Which, o f course, was exactly what Tom wanted. A seat next t o a lovely blue-eyed creature
named Becky Thatcher. Until a week ago, Tom had loved a certain Amy Lawrence. T o
distraction. He would have gladly died for her. But o f course, that was last week.

(Lights on Tom and Becky intensify, remain dim on the rest

of class.)

TOM

D o you like rats?

BECKY

Rats? O f course not! I hate them!

TOM

(Switching tactics.)

Oh! Well, o'course, I hate 'em too. Live ones. But I mean, dead ones, t o swing around yer
head with a string.

BECKY

No, I mostly don't care for rats either way. What 1 like is chewing gum.

TOM

Oh, I should say so! I wisht I had some right now.

BECKY

Do you? I've got some. I'll let you chew it awhile, but you have t o give it back.

(The wad o f chewing gum changes hands furtively.)

 TOM

It's all right. Nobody's lookin'. Say, Becky, was you ever engaged?

BECKY

What?

TOM

Engaged t o be married.

BECKY

Why, no.

TOM

Would you like t o ?

BECKY

I suppose so. I don't know. What's it like?

TOM

Like? Why it ain't like anything. You only just t e l l a boy that you love him forever and
ever, and then you kiss and that's all there i s t o it. Shoot. It's easy.

BECKY

What do you have to kiss for?

TOM

Why, that's, you know - well, they always do it.

BECKY

Everybody?

TOM

Why, sure! Come on, say you love me.

BECKY

No!
 TOM

PIease?

BECKY

. . . Tomorrow.

TOM

No, now. Just whisper it, that's all.

BECKY

Well, you turn your face away so you can't see. And you mustn't ever t e l l anybody -will
you, Tom? Ever?

(Tom shakes his head, Becky leans close t o his ear and whispers.)

TOM

Hooo-ee! Now i t ' s all over but the kiss, and that ain't nothin'at all.

(Tom raises Becky's slate in front o f their faces and they kiss
behind it.)

See? Ain't it nice t o be engaged?

BECKY

Oh, Tom it's ever so nice! I never even heard o f it before.

TOM

Oh, shoot. I t ' s lots o f fun. Why, when me and Amy Lawrence was engag. ..

(Tom suddenly realizes his blunder.)

BECKY

Oh, Tom! You mean I ain't the first girl you've ever been engaged t o ?

(She bursts into tears.)

 TOM

Don't cry, Becky! Me and Amy, we wasn't really engaged, not like you and me

(Mr. Dobbins appears directly behind Tom like one of the

avenging angels. He takes Tom by the ears and slowly l i f t s him
out o f his seat.)

DOBBINS

Becky Thatcher?

BECKY

(Cowering with fright.)

Yes, sir.

DOBBINS

This boy bothering you?

BECKY

(Relieved.)

Oh. Oh, yes! That's for certain, Mr. Dobbins, he certainly was botherin' me ...

(The action shifts to slow motion and although people's mouths

move, no sound comes out. Mr. Dobbins, in slow motion, shaking
Tom back and forth, Becky looking on, a low light on the other
school children reveals them laughing, pointing, jeering with
grotesque exaggeration.)

SINGER

BLEST BE THE T I E T H A T BINDS

OUR HEARTS I N CHRISTIAN LOVE.
THE FELLOWSHIP O F KINDRED MINDS
IS L I K E TO T H A T ABOVE.

TWAIN

Let us draw the curtain of charity over the remainder of this scene.

(The lights on the schoolroom fade.)

 (Twain joins in singing the next verse.)

SINGER & TWAIN

WE SHARE OUR MUTUAL WOES,

OUR MUTUAL BURDENS BEAR,
AND OFTEN FOR EACH OTHER FLOWS
THE S YMPA THIZING TEAR.

(All lights fade except on Twain.)

TWAIN

Tom was miserable. It seemed to him that his life was nothing but trouble. In fact, he
would almost be willing t o pass on into a better world, right there and then, if only his
Sunday-school record were clean. Which it wasn't. Oh, she would be sorry some day-
they'd all be sorry - when it was too late. Tom went to bed that night devoutly wishing
that he could die - but temporarily, temporarily . . .

(Tom in his bed. His vision.)

DOC ROBINSON

(Closing up his black bag and departing.)

I'm sorry, Aunt Polly. I'm afraid there's nothing more we can do. That sore toe has mortified
beyond recall. He was a splendid lad.

(Robinson leaves. Aunt Polly kneels beside Tom's bed.)

AUNT POLLY

Oh, Tom, Tom -don't leave us now! I'm sorry for all those thrashings and scoldings I gave
you, Tom - please, please . . .
 TOM

(In a faint and holy voice.)

That don't matter none, Aunt Polly. Not now. I know you liked Sid best, and I don't
blame you.

AUNT POLLY

No, Tom, no!

TOM

I forgive you. I forgive you all.

MR. DOBBINS

Thomas Sawyer was the finest student I ever had. Oh, if only I hadn't treated him so badly.
Thomas, if you'll only come back, you may s i t at the head o f the class . . . at the head o f
the class . . . Sid! Sidney! Stop scratching your nose! Can't you be a good little soldier,
like Tom here?

AUNT POLLY

Sid! Go s i t in the cellar!

TOM

No, Aunt Polly. Don't send him away. He can't help the way he is.

AUNT POLLY

(With a melodramatic gasp.)

Ahhh! Here she comes!

(Becky Thatcher, with a wrapped present.)

BECKY

Oh, Tom, I didn't mean t o be so cruel! I love you, Tom, forever and ever! I brought you a
present, Tom. Please take it, and say you forgive me. I wrapped it up special for you, Tom.
It's a package o f chewing gum and a dead rat. Please, Tom . . .

(Tom puts a hand to his brow and turns away.)

AUNT POLLY

(Shaking him gently by his nightgown, and sobbing piteously.)

Oh, Tom! Tom! Tom!

 (All the others vanish. Aunt Polly's voice changes t o an angry
tone. She is still shaking Tom.)

AUNT POLLY

Tom! Tom! You -Tom! Wake up, you idle thing! Did you expect t o sleep clear through
Saturday?

TOM

(Dreamily.)

I forgive you, Aunt Polly.

AUNT POLLY

You forgive me? What a notion! I'll forgive you when you've white-washed that fence
like I told you to.

TOM

But what about my mortified toe?

AUNT POLLY

Your what?

TOM

You mean . . . I'm gonna live?

AUNT POLLY

I am distinctly afraid that that is the case, Tom Sawyer. Now git up outta that bed, you
ridiculous creature! And take you mortified toe with you! Forgive me, indeed!

(She leaves the bedroom, Tom pulling on his trousers beneath

his nightgown, then pulling the nightgown over his head.)

Two coats a'whitewash, Tom! You hear me?

(Aunt Polly collides with Twain on her way out.)

Oh! M y gracious, I nearly run you down!

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TWAIN

That you did, Miss Polly, that you did. You're atropical storm this morning, Miss Polly -and
I pity the man or boy who gets in your way.

AUNT POLLY

(Delighted.)

Oh, the way you talk, sir. I declare, i t ' s almost a pleasure t o listen to your foolishness. . .

(Jim runs between them.)

Jim!

(To Twain.)

I beg your pardon.

(To Jim, who has halted in his tracks.)

Jim, get a bucket and fetch the water from town.

J lM
Y es'm.

AUNT POLLY

And J i m . . .

(Jim goes t o her. She excuses herself t o Twain.)

Pardon me.

(She whispers something in j im's ear.)

I IM
Yes'm, Miss Polly. Doan you worry 'bout that.

(Jim runs off.)

TWAIN

Good day t o you, Miss Polly.

 AUNT POLLY

Good day t o you, sir

(Aunt Polly exits o f f the slope, UC. A little girl jumps rope down-
stage from L t o R and off. Twain walks down center. He stoops
and l i f t s up a portion o f the plank floor, which is counterweighted,
t o form the white-wash fence. He gives the audience a meaningful
look and then exits UC, puffing on his cigar. Tom Sawyer enters
from DL, carrying a bucket and a brush. He stops in front of the
fence and surveys it with dismay. "Buffalo Gals" starts up on
the banjo.)

TOM

(Grieving.)

Jiminy.

(To the audience.)

A body could grow old and die before he was finished with this here fence.

(Tom dips his brush in the bucket - there i s no whitewash in it,

by the way -and makes a pass at the fence. Then another, and
then a third swipe. He steps back t o look at his work -compares
the insignificant "whitewashed streak" with the far-reaching
continent o f un-whitewashed fence, and s i t s down on a lower
step o f the slope, utterly discouraged. J i m enters from L with
a tin pail, singing "Buffalo Gals" on his way t o the town pump.)

BUFFALO GAL, WON'T YOU COME O U T TONIGHT,

COME O U T TONIGHT,
COME O U T TONIGHT?
BUFFALO GAL, WON'T YOU COME O U T TONIGHT,
A N D D A N C E B Y THE L I G H T O F THE M O O N . . .

TOM

Hey, Jim.

Howdy, Tom.

TOM

Say, Jim, I'll fetch the water for you, if you'll whitewash some.
Cain't Tom. Miss Polly, she tole me I got t o go an' git dis water an' not t o stop foolin' roun'
wid nobody. She say she spec' you going to ax me t o whitewash, an' she tole me to get
along and not l e t you do it.

TOM

Oh, never mind what she said, Jim. That's the way she always talks. Gimme that bucket- I
won't be gone only a minute. She won't ever know.

Uh-uh. Miss Polly, she'd take an'tar de head off'n me, she would.

TOM

Oh, shoot! She never licks anybody. Only whack's 'em over the head with her thimble,
and who cares for that, I'd like t o know. Jim - I'll give you a marble. 1'11 give you this
white alley!

That's a mighty nice marble.

TOM

A white alley! Jim! .-- --

But I'm powerful 'fraid a' Miss Polly . . .

TOM

And besides, if you whitewash some, I'I1 show you my sore toe!

(Genuinely excited now.)

Your sore toe! You mean it?

(Tom squats to unwind the bandage around his toe. Jim bends
over it with consuming interest. Aunt Polly appears unseen by
the boys. She elaborately creeps up behind them, fitting a thimble
over her middle finger as she goes. Crack! It come down on Jim's
head, followed by a mild slap to his rear. J im pick ups his bucket
and runs off, while Polly gives a perfunctory twist to one o f Tom's
ears. Tom begins whitewashing furiously, even while she has hold
o f his ear.)
 AUNT POLLY

That's a mighty fine start you got there, Tom. Remember now, two coats.

(Aunt Polly retires, triumphant. Enter Joe Harper, eating an

apple and imitating a riverboat.)

JOE

Ding, ding, ding, ding! Let her go about! Ding, ding, ding!

(Breaking off.)

Hey, Tom.

(No answer from Tom.)

You're up a stump, ain't you!

(No response from Tom, who is suddenly very fastidious about

his labors.)

Hey, Tom! You got to work, huh?

TOM

(Wheeling around suddenly.)

What? Oh! I t ' s you, joe. I weren't noticing.

JOE
Sure you weren't. Say, Tom I'm goin' in a-swimmin'. Wanna come? -Oh, no! I suppose
you'd druther work, wouldn't you . . .

TOM

(He resumes whitewashing.)

Whatta you call work?

JOE
(A little hesitation.)

Why.. . ain't that work?

 TOM

(Punctuating the following with stokes of his brush.)

Mebbe . . . mebbe not. All I know is, it suits Tom Sawyer.

JOE
Oh, come o n . . . you don't mean t o let on that you like it?

TOM

Like it? Don't see why I oughtn't t o like it. Does a boy get a chance t o whitewash a fence
every day?

(After a considerable pause, watching Tom.)

Say, Tom . . . let me whitewash a little.

TOM

Mmmm . . . no. No, I reckon it wouldn't hardly do, Joe. You see, Aunt Polly's awful
particular about this fence-right here on the street and all . . . If it was the back fence, I
wouldn't, and she wouldn't mind . . . buuuut . . .

Oh, come on . . . lemme just try. I'd let you, if you was me, Tom.

TOM

(So sincere.)

Joe, I'd like to, honest injun. But Aunt Polly - well, J i m wanted t o d o it, but she wouldn't
let him. Sid wanted t o d o it, and she wouldn't let Sid. Now, if you was t o tackle this fence
and anything was t o happen t o i t . . .

Oh, shucks. I ' I I be careful. I'II give you half my apple if you let me.

TOM

No, Joe, now don't. I'm afeard . . .

I'II give you all my apple!

 AUNT POLLY

(Thrown away, as they exit.)

Oh, I'm not suggestin' that I allow Tom t o 'sociate with Huck Finn. That don't even enter
in. No, I'm always sayin' t o him . . .

(The ladies are gone. Tom and Joe remain. Huck emerges from
his hiding place t o complete the unhappy trio. They sit on their
haunches at the bottom o f the slope. Twain stands above them.)

TWAIN

Has the world ever beheld three such miserable boys? I t ' s not likely. Joe Harper hadn't
even touched those rasberry preserves. Least, he didn't recollect having done so. No, no,
it was plain t o Joe Harper that his mother simply had no further use for him, and wished
he would go away. Tom Sawyer felt the same about his Aunt Polly. If her life would be
better o f f without him, so be it. Huck Finn didn't have a loving mother or a kindly aunt
t o make him feel miserable, but he was in mortal terror o f lnjun Joe. So the three o f them
decided there was only one honorable choice open t o them. They'd run away.

(We see the three boys discussing their possibilities, but they
make no sound.)

Joe Harper was all for becoming a hermit, and living in a cave, and dying o f starvation. Well,
that sounded pretty tempting t o the boys, but Tom Sawyer finally convinced them that
there were more advantages t o a life o f crime. And so they all became pirates. Then and there.

(The boys leap t o their feet, lick their respective thumbs, and
press thumbs together all around. Then all three run o f f in
separate directions. The Singer begins as the boys jump up.)

SINGER

G E T O N BOARD, L I T T L E CHILDREN,
G E T O N BOARD,
WHILE THE M O O N I S SHININ' BRIGHT. (SHININ' BRIGHT)
G E T O N BOARD, DOWN THE RIVER FLOAT,
GONNA RAISE A RUCKUS TONIGHT.

(We see the boys sneaking stolen provisions onto a raft. - N.B.
The raft may be realized scenically in a number o f different
ways. In the original production, it was located down o f the
apron, in the orchestra pit. It was a plank raft mounted on
automobile springs which in turn were mounted on a wagon.
Once the boys cast loose from their moorings, a crew member
in the orchestra p i t moved the wagon slowly from right t o left
across the pit. Subdued lighting and the motion o f the spring-
mounted planks created the illusion.)
 (Midway through the following stanza, the lights on the boys fade.)

SINGER

GET ON BOARD, LITTLE DOGGIES,

GET ON BOARD,
WHILE THE MOON IS SHININJ BRIGHT
GET ON BOARD AND DOWN THE RIVER FLOAT,
WE GONNA RAISE A RUCKUS TONIGHT.

TWAIN

About a mile below St. Petersburg, where the Mississippi was particularly wide, there was an
island. Jackson's Island. There, they beached their raft, staked out their camp, and began
their lives as cut-throats. Or maybe they'd be Indian warriors. I t was hard to say.

(A screaming Banchee, half-naked and painted with stripes of

charcoal, runs shrieking down from the top-most platform, leaps
off the over-hanging ledge, and falls with deadly intent upon
another Indian brave directly below. It i s Tom Sawyer, doing in
Joe Harper. Tom raises his tomahawk and strikes Joe a mortal
blow. Joe crumples and falls dead. From nowhere, a third painted
devil comes roaring out at Tom and fells him after a brief struggle.
Huck stands triumphant over the corpses, one of which i s s t i l l
twitching pitesouly. However, the twitching corpse -Tom Sawyer -
suddenly leaps up and tomahawks Huck on the back of the neck.
Huck merely turns and looks at Tom with disgust.)

TOM

Fall, Huck! Yer supposed to fall!

HUCK

Whadda you mean, fall? I kilt you dead, Tom Sawyer! Once yer dead, you stay dead!

JOE

(Still supine.)

You lie back down, Tom!

 TOM

I weren't dead. I were only wounded!

That ain't playin' fair, Tom an' you know it!

HUCK

(To Joe.)

What'reyou doin', Joe Harper? I spose you was only wounded, too!

(A general melee breaks out among the three o f them, ending

only when all three Indians have fallen. They lie there, luxuriating
in the prospect o f a life without care, their heads cupped in their
hands, staring at the sky, or propped up on an elbow.)

TOM

Ain't it bully out here on this here island?

It shore is, Tom. Gosh, if the other boys could see us now.

TOM

You know, there's sposed to be treasure buried on this island.

HUCK

That's what Mother Hopkins says. She tole me that this yer island was a camp once, fer
river-bandits. An' they buried heaps a' treasure right here somewheres. Unless somebody
already done found it.

( A low and distant booming sound.)

What's that?

HUCK

What's what?
That noise.

( I t grow louder.)

TOM

I hear it too.

HUCK

I t ain't thunder.

TOM

It's comin' from the other side of the island.

(They get to their f e e t and scramble up the slope until they stand
looking upstage o f f the other side of the island over the river.)

What's that ferryboat doin'? Goin' back an' forth across the river like that?

HUCK

An' all those skiffs, jist a-floatin' with the stream?

TOM

(Excited.)

I know what it is! Somebody's drownded!

HUCK

That's it, Tom! They done that last summer, when Bill Turner got drownded! They fire a
cannon over the water, and that makes the body come up. I wonder who it i s . . .

I'd give heaps to know who drowned. By jings, I wisht I was over there now . . .

TOM

Wait a minute . . . wait a minute. . . Huck! Joe! I know who got drownded! It's us! They all
think we got drownded when we never came back, and they're a-lookin' for us now-at
the bottom of the river!
 HUCK

Whooopeee!

(Jubilant.)

We's drownded!

TOM

An' they're all a-cryin' and a-moanin' for us . . . Oh, jiminy! It's bully, that's what it is!

(The boys scramble half-way down the upstage side of the set.
We can s t i l l see their backs, when a man stalks furtively out from
the planks beneath them. He wears a long cape and a hood. He
stops beneath the overhanging ledge and looks about him. He
does not see the boys, and they do not notice him. He unfolds
a map and takes his bearings. He paces o f f a short distance, gets
down on all fours and crawls beneath the slope. He immediately
finds what he's looking for, and begins to drag it out. It's a small
chest, but obviously very heavy. Huck and Joe are s t i l l engrossed
in the activities on the river, but Tom hears the noise and slowly
walks down to the over-hanging ledge. By this time the man has
got the chest all the way out of i t s hiding place. He straightens up
and catches his breath just as Tom leans over the edge for a look.
Tom drops flat. The man throws o f f his hood - i t ' s Injun Joe.)

TOM

(Terrified, he hisses back to the other boys.)

Hsssst !

(The boys turn and look at Tom who motions to them. Silently,
Huck and Joe climb down behind the upstage side of the set.
But lnjun Joe has heard the "hiss" too, and draws his knife.
Tom slithers in beneath one of the plank steps as lnjun Joe
goes to the foot of the slope and then starts up it. Tom i s
hanging now like a monkey to the underside of the over-
hanging ledge. Injun Joe walks right over him to the top of
the river-bank. He sees no one and starts back down the slope.
He sees the raft moored at the edge of the apron. He stops.
Then he goes to it.)

INJUN JOE

A raft.

(He wheels around and looks over the area. He turns back to the raft.)
 INJUN JOE

Mighta been l e f t here some time ago.

(Pause.)

Might not.

(He wheels around again and stands motionless. Then he walks

to where the chest lies, picks it up and walks back to the raft.
He sets the chest down.)

We'll just l e t this here raft travel some . . . on i t s own.

(The raft i s moored to the island by a rope tied to a post. lnjun

Joe unties it and tosses the rope onto the raft. He gives the raft
a shove and watches i t move off from the island. Then he picks
up the chest and exits o f f right.)

(Tom drops from his perch t o the ground. Huck and Joe slowly
emerge from their hiding places. They walk to the edge of the
apron and look out disconsolately over the river at their disappearing
raft. Their faces are frightened.)

SINGER

1 AM A POOR WAYFARING STRANGER,

TRA VELING THROUGH THIS WORLD OF WOE,
AND THERE'S NO SICKNESS, TOIL OR DANGER
IN THAT BRIGHT LAND TO WHICH 1 GO.

(The lights begin a very slow fade on the boys.)

I'M GOIN' THERE TO MEET MY BROTHER,

I'M GOIN' THERE NO MORE TO ROAM,
I'M JUST A -GOIN' OVER JORDAN,
I'M JUST A-GOIN' OVER HOME.

(Lights out.)

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