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It was\r\na large black beetle with formidable jaws—a “pinchbug,” he called it. It\r\nwas in a percussion-cap box. The first thing the beetle did was to\r\ntake him by the finger. A natural fillip followed, the beetle went\r\nfloundering into the aisle and lit on its back, and the hurt finger went\r\ninto the boy’s mouth. The beetle lay there working its helpless legs,\r\nunable to turn over. Tom eyed it, and longed for it; but it was safe out\r\nof his reach. Other people uninterested in the sermon found relief in\r\nthe beetle, and they eyed it too. Presently a vagrant poodle dog came\r\nidling along, sad at heart, lazy with the summer softness and the\r\nquiet, weary of captivity, sighing for change. He spied the beetle; the\r\ndrooping tail lifted and wagged. He surveyed the prize; walked around\r\nit; smelt at it from a safe distance; walked around it again; grew\r\nbolder, and took a closer smell; then lifted his lip and made a gingerly\r\nsnatch at it, just missing it; made another, and another; began to enjoy\r\nthe diversion; subsided to his stomach with the beetle between his paws,\r\nand continued his experiments; grew weary at last, and then indifferent\r\nand absent-minded. His head nodded, and little by little his chin\r\ndescended and touched the enemy, who seized it. There was a sharp yelp,\r\na flirt of the poodle’s head, and the beetle fell a couple of yards\r\naway, and lit on its back once more. The neighboring spectators\r\nshook with a gentle inward joy, several faces went behind fans and\r\nhand-kerchiefs, and Tom was entirely happy. The dog looked foolish,\r\nand probably felt so; but there was resentment in his heart, too, and a\r\ncraving for revenge. So he went to the beetle and began a wary attack on\r\nit again; jumping at it from every point of a circle, lighting with his\r\nfore-paws within an inch of the creature, making even closer snatches at\r\nit with his teeth, and jerking his head till his ears flapped again. But\r\nhe grew tired once more, after a while; tried to amuse himself with a\r\nfly but found no relief; followed an ant around, with his nose close\r\nto the floor, and quickly wearied of that; yawned, sighed, forgot the\r\nbeetle entirely, and sat down on it. Then there was a wild yelp of agony\r\nand the poodle went sailing up the aisle; the yelps continued, and so\r\ndid the dog; he crossed the house in front of the altar; he flew\r\ndown the other aisle; he crossed before the doors; he clamored up the\r\nhome-stretch; his anguish grew with his progress, till presently he was\r\nbut a woolly comet moving in its orbit with the gleam and the speed of\r\nlight. At last the frantic sufferer sheered from its course, and sprang\r\ninto its master’s lap; he flung it out of the window, and the voice of\r\ndistress quickly thinned away and died in the distance.\r\n\r\nBy this time the whole church was red-faced and suffocating with\r\nsuppressed laughter, and the sermon had come to a dead standstill.\r\nThe discourse was resumed presently, but it went lame and halting, all\r\npossibility of impressiveness being at an end; for even the gravest\r\nsentiments were constantly being received with a smothered burst of\r\nunholy mirth, under cover of some remote pew-back, as if the poor parson\r\nhad said a rarely facetious thing. It was a genuine relief to the whole\r\ncongregation when the ordeal was over and the benediction pronounced.\r\n\r\nTom Sawyer went home quite cheerful, thinking to himself that there was\r\nsome satisfaction about divine service when there was a bit of variety\r\nin it. He had but one marring thought; he was willing that the dog\r\nshould play with his pinchbug, but he did not think it was upright in\r\nhim to carry it off.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 3"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG16PT8WAEG9GJHF59RJ3YJ9","peer_label":"CHAPTER V","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG0K71QZ8KK7RGEGSNTB5534","peer_label":"tom_sawyer.txt","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KFXT0KM64XT6K8W52TDEE0YS","peer_label":"More Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG16RAYA8PY813879586Y4WQ","peer_label":"Chunk 2","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-28T02:26:09.709Z","ts":"2026-01-28T02:26:10.483Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}