"Well, of course I hope so! I bet they will!"

And so the conversation continued. But soon they began to lose heart, and what they said did not match the preamble. Then there was silence. They spit, and the more they vomit, the more they vomit. The saliva in the two children's limited books was like a fountain: under their tongues it seemed to be a cellar full of water, and in order that the lamp would not overflow, they had to hurry out the water: but no matter how hard they tried to spit it out, there was still a stream of water in their throats, and it was disgusting. At this moment, the two children are afraid of Bao Ran, and they are miserable. Joe's pipe was then reported. Two people's Japanese rice flavor spring is like a south, and two pumping machines are pumping water out. He said weakly, "Come and set up in the ground."

Your knife is gone, I think I'll have to look for it. Little Tom's lips trembled, and he said:

"I'll help you find it.

Use you to help you go over there and look for it, and I'll take a look at the spring. No, Huck, not we can find it. ”。

Go and find your companions.

Move

Each of his four, one of them is even more different from you,

He fell pale in the forest

The two of them were not used to smoking, but now the discomfort was over. Dajue, he could see that he didn't talk much. Qiao and Tang Shi looked pitiful. At dinner that night,

Low, Lu said to prepare his own pipes, and was planning to prepare them as well. They said no, because there was something wrong with the food they had for dinner, and they felt a little uncomfortable.

The acquiring was worried first, and woke up and called the other two children. The air was hot, and it seemed to be about to change, and the children were still snuggling up to each other, trying their best to rely on their roots to get on fire, and they sat there silently, waiting. There was silence all around. Except for the fire, everything was swallowed up by the darkness of the night. After a while, a bright light crossed in the distance: a bright light, faintly shining on the leaves, only to flash and then disappear. Soon, an even stronger look was crossed!' Flash. And then another. At this time, through the branches and leaves of the forest, there was a low roar, and a few Shixuetai children seemed to feel a breath on their cheeks, thinking that the ghost had passed, and they trembled with fright. A few heavy raindrops crackled and smashed on the leaves.

"Quick, guys! Get out into your tent!" Tom yelled.

They ran away from breaking their legs, and from time to time they stumbled over roots and vines in the darkness, and they were harmed by extreme fear. Da Duan desperately ran in different directions. The children shouted to each other, but the wind roared and thundered, and took theirs

The shouts were completely muffled. One by one, however, they rushed back to the campsite and hid under the tent, cold and scared, soaking wet. Fortunately, in such a harsh environment, it is a blessing in misfortune to stay in the block. The children ran arm in arm to the riverbank, sheltering from the rain under two large oak trees, stumbling and breaking many places along the way. The thunder is like a tide, deafening, and the soul of Beijing is overwhelming, and it is difficult to speak. The last storm was so powerful that it seemed to tear the island to pieces, burn it to ashes, flood the treetops, and blow it away without a trace, and stun and deaf all the creatures on it. For the runaway children, the night was more than enough for them.

At last, however, the storm had passed, and the wind and rain had subsided, and the children had resumed their work, and the children had returned to the camp: they found themselves frightened enough, and thankfully that the tree where their bed was found had been knocked down by Lei Nan, and they happened to be not under the tree at the time of the thunder. Everything in the campsite was drenched in heavy rain, and every fire was extinguished. Here

After all, the children are inexperienced, just like their peers, they did not think of going to the rain, and what is even more unfortunate is that they have become soup chickens, and they are too cold to stand. The embarrassment speaks for itself. But they soon discovered that the fire, which had burned the trunk of the large tree which had fallen to the ground against which they had made the fire (where it had bent some distance from the ground), had been recessed deeply, and therefore had a lump

time

The place in Panada was not wet with rain. So they tried very patiently, and found some broken leaves and bark from under the sheltered trees to make fire primers, and finally revived the fire again. Then they added a lot of dead branches, and let the flames whirl, and then they were so happy that they dried the cooked ham and cooked it. After eating, he sat by the fire and talked about the adventures of the middle of the night, until early in the morning, because there was no dry place to sleep.

The sun gradually rose and shone on the children, and they felt sleepy and unbearable, so they went out of the forest

He came out and went to the beach to lie down and sleep. Soon they were so hot from the sun that they got up and lazily fed them.

Later, they divided into three hostile tribes, and from the ambush they let out a terrible roar, charging each other and killing and scalping in the thousands. It's a bloody war, and therefore a painful day.

It was near supper time that they returned to the camp, hungry, but very quick: but yet another problem arose that the Indians, who had a vendetta against each other, could not eat together in friendship without first making peace, and that the prerequisite for making peace was to smoke a bag of cigarettes. They had never heard of any other way of making peace.

Strange to say, they are glad that they have become savages again, because they have gained a lot and they have found that they can already do it

No more choking on expectations. Smoke cigarettes without having to look for lost knives: now that they are before, they won't.

They don't want to let go of this welcome progress

Even if they could strip all six tribes of the Indians off, or take all of them. I don't get any more cheerful than that. If you want to talk to them with their ancestral city rites,

That is, on the afternoon of the same Saturday, although the town was quiet, the mood of the people was heavy. Both Harpa's house and Aunt Polly's house were immersed in grief and weeping. The people in the village were absent-minded as they worked, just sighing and sighing.

That afternoon, Becky. Thatcher paced up and down the empty school grounds, feeling desolate in her heart, and she muttered to herself as she walked:

"Oh, if only I could get the brass handle on that wood rack again! Now I don't even have a thing in his honor. ”

She held back tears. After a while, she stopped and said to herself:

"Right here. Oh, if he gave me another chance, I wouldn't be as stubborn as I was last time, and I wouldn't talk like I did last time. But now that he's gone, I'll never see him again. ”

Thinking of this, she couldn't hold it anymore. So she walked away blankly, tears streaming down her cheeks. Later, a large group of boys and girls, who had been Tom and Joe's companions, came up and stood looking over the fence, telling in a reverent tone how Tom had done and what they had done, and the last time they had seen Tom. And how Joe said this and that little thing. (Now they can see at a glance that it is all full, terrible omens!) Everyone present was able to tell the exact location where the missing partner was standing at the time, and then added: "I was standing like this at the time, like now, like you and him, and we are so close↓ He laughed, like this - and then I felt that something was wrong, like Yiyi was scary, you know Yiyi - I didn't know what was going on at the time."

But now I understand everything. ”

Then they had a debate over who saw the missing children. Xu Ming's son is really happy in the bitterness, competing for the first credit.

The next morning, after Sunday school ended, the church bell was different from the usual sound, and the sound of mourning was often heard. This Sunday, the town seemed very quiet, and the mourning Zhong Nan's heart was in harmony with the silence of the land of Noh Wei Province. The people of the village began to gather together and stayed for a short time at the time of the Emperor's visit, whispering about the tragedy. They waited for a while before Polly came in, followed by Sid and Mary: after a while the Harper family also came in, dressed in dark black. At this point, the whole audience stood up, even the elderly pastor. Everyone stood respectfully until the people who had just come in had taken their seats in the front row. Then there was a moment of silence, interspersed with choked sobs, and then the pastor spread out his hands and prayed. A powerful hymn was sung, after which Han recited a hymn: "I am the life, and the resurrection is me." At the funeral, the priest described the virtues of the deceased and their likable behavior, as well as the extraordinary prospects. The pastor also told some touching stories of these children during their lifetimes, who were innocent, lovely, and generous. People can now see at a glance how noble and admirable their actions were. The more the pastor spoke, the more emotional he became, and the more people present listened, the more moved they became, and they all sobbed. The pastor himself could not control his emotions and began to cry on the pulpit.

There was a rustle in the corridors of the church, but no one heard it. Soon the door of the church creaked open, and the priest took away the handkerchief, raised his teary eyes, and stood there frozen! Then one pair of eyes followed the pastor's line of sight, and then all the attendees stood up at once, and watched with wide eyes as the three children who had risen from the dead walked along the aisle. Walking in front was Tom, Joe in the middle, and Huck behind. They had been hiding in the long corridor where no one was around, listening to the eulogy in their memory!

Aunt Polly, Mary, and the Harper family all lunged upon the resurrected children at once, kissing them breathlessly, and pouring out many words of gratitude to Dade. And poor Huck stood there, embarrassed, and uncomfortable, not knowing what to do, and no

"yes, but so what, you're all already like this!"