In order to avoid the hunting of killer whales, the witty Antarctic little penguin jumped on a kayak full of tourists, which aroused people’s surprise and joy.
According to a report by the British “Daily Mail” on the 8th, two tourists took an interesting scene while traveling on a boat in the Glak Strait, Antarctica. A petite penguin waved its fins vigorously, jumping out of the water from time to time, trying to escape the hunt of a group of killer whales. Seeing that the killer whale was about to catch up with him, this clever little guy tried twice to jump into the kayak (pictured), and finally got out of danger with the help of the tourists on the boat.
This video quickly became popular on the Internet. Many netizens called out “It’s too cute”, and some netizens said, “It’s very gratifying to see humans helping this little guy.” There are also people who realize the true meaning of success: “If you don’t succeed the first time, try a few more times.”
sun rose over the quiet world on Sundays and shone down on the peaceful town like a blessing from above. When breakfast was over, Aunt Polly held family devotions. She began with a prayer that was built up entirely from solid layers of biblical strength points that were only held together by a thin, scanty mortar of one’s own thoughts. When she reached the battlements of this proud building, she crowned the whole thing with a threatening chapter of the Mosaic Law, as if she were standing on Mount Sinai itself.
Then Tom girdled his loins, so to speak, and went to work to ‘drill in’ the verses of the Bible. Sid, the model boy, had learned his lesson several days ago. Tom threw himself energetically on the study of five verses and chose them from the Sermon on the Mount, since he could not find any shorter ones.
After half an hour he happily had a faint, general idea of his lesson, but nothing more, for his thoughts traveled at lightning speed through the whole wide, unlimited world that slumbered in the narrow brain, and his fingers were restlessly active in all sorts of pleasant, distracting amusements. Finally took pity[41] Bäschen Mary and took the book in order to ignore him, while he struggled to find his way through the mist covering the proverbs.
“Blessed are they – ä – ä -”
“There mentally -”
“Right – those mentally ä – ä -”
“Poor -”
“Are poor. Blessed are those who are spiritually poor, for they should – should – ”
“Because their -”
“So yes! Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are those who suffer because they – they – ”
“S -”
“Because they – ä -”
“S – o -”
“Because she s – s – the cuckoo knows what it’s called!”
“Should!”
»Oh – should! Because they should – because they should – ä – ä – should suffer. Blessed are those who are supposed to be – who are supposed to be – ä – suffering, for they are supposed to – ä – should what? Why don’t you help me, Mary, ashamed to be so bad, and on Sunday too! ”
“Oh, Tom, poor, stupid, stubborn fellow, I don’t mean to tease you, God forbid. I’m only good to you Go and learn it all over again and don’t lose heart, you’ll get it in your head, and then, Tom, I’ll give you something nice too! Go and be a good boy! ”
“That’s right. But what is it, Mary, tell me what it is first. ”
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“You don’t need to know that beforehand, Tom, you know when I say it’s beautiful, that’s really something beautiful.”
“Yes I know that. So go on, hand the book back, Mary, want to get it. ”
And he really “got” it, with a gloss under the double pressure of curiosity and probable profit.
After passing the test, Mary gave him a brand new pocket knife that was worth at least a mark among brothers. It probably didn’t have a fine Damascus blade, nor a beautifully decorated inlaid handle made of ivory, but to carve the table it was just right, which Tom tried immediately, and when he was ready to go to the cupboard, he was called to throwing oneself into the state for Sunday school.
Mary handed him a tin bowl with water and a bar of soap, with which he went into the courtyard. Here he put the bowl on a bench, dipped the soap in the water, then put it aside, poured out the water, put on his sleeves, and came back into the kitchen to quickly wipe his dry face on the towel behind the door. But Mary tore the handkerchief from him and said:
“Aren’t you ashamed, Tom? That’s what I call cheating! Water won’t harm you! ”
Tom was a little upset. The bowl was filled again and this time he stood in front of it for a little while to reassure himself, then took a deep breath and began the great work of weekly cleansing. When he entered the kitchen for the second time, with convulsively closed eyes and outstretched hands, groping for the cloth, the soap foam and water that streamed down from his face demonstrated his honesty brilliantly. But when he emerged from behind the cloth, the difficult procedure was[43] not yet to the satisfaction. The pure area only extended to the edge of the jaw, where it had an end, like a mask. Outside this line, the whole area around the neck and ears was in an untouched blackish state. Now Mary leaned on, and when she was done Tom presented the picture of a clean, honest Christian, no difference in color. His damp hair was nicely brushed, and the otherwise unruly locks curled in neat touching resignation. These curls were Tom’s torment, he thought them effeminate, was ashamed of them and did his best to stick them firmly to his head with the help of fat and water. That he succeeded in this only partially and unsatisfactorily filled his heart with bitterness. Now Mary got his Sunday suit which he only wore on this sacred day for two years. One spoke of it simply as “the other clothes,” and from that one can easily infer the size of Tom’s wardrobe. When he stretched himself into these “other clothes,” Mary put on the last, improving hand, buttoned his jacket, put on the huge white collar, brushed it out and topped it off with a brown, yellow-spotted straw hat . Tom looked extremely respectable and uncomfortable now, and felt no less uncomfortable than he looked. For him there was an almost unbearable compulsion to wear whole and clean clothes, a compulsion that constantly irritated him. He hoped Mary would at least forget about his shoes, but that hope proved deceptive; Before he knew it, the instruments of torture were there, neatly smeared with tallow, as was the custom, lovingly alluring before him. Now he completely lost patience and scolded and grumbled that he should always do everything that he absolutely did not like. But Mary asked and flattered:
“Please, Tom, be so good, please!”
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So he drove grumbling into the black nuisances, but remained in a very irritable, bad mood. Mary finished soon too, and the three children went together to Sunday school, a place Tom hated as much as Sid and Mary loved it.
Sunday school lasted from nine to half past ten, followed by the service. Two of our little friends always stayed with him voluntarily, the third too, but something other than the sermon attracted him. The church itself was small and unadorned, it could hold perhaps three hundred people in its straight, high-backed pews. Tom hesitated at the door and let the others go ahead while he addressed a comrade dressed up every Sunday:
“Tell me, Bill, do you have a yellow note?”
“Yes!”
“What do you want for it?”
“What are you giving me?”
“A piece of licorice and a fish hook.”
“Show it to me.”
Tom showed us, Bill checked and found what was on the slip to be worth, so they exchanged property. After that, Tom traded three red and two blue pieces of paper for some similar, valuable items. For ten or fifteen minutes he went on with this activity, chasing down pieces of paper in all possible colors from all sorts of boys, and after that time he had a pretty good number of them, which he slipped into his pocket with a smile. Now at last he entered the church in the midst of a swarm of boys and girls who were cleaned every Sunday, but a little noisy, sat down in his seat and immediately began the first best argument. The teacher, a serious, good-natured-looking gentleman, stepped in, but then turned his back for a moment, which Tom immediately used to[45] poking a boy in the hair on the front bench and sticking a needle in the arm of another. The victim turned around with an angry “ouch”, which, as Tom stared innocently into his book, drew a stern reprimand from the teacher. Tom’s whole class seemed tailored to his pattern – restless, inattentive, full of madness. When they began to recite, not one of them knew his verse completely, but they stumbled through with hanging and choking as best they could. The reward for two flawlessly recited verses was a small blue piece of paper with a Bible verse printed on it. Ten blue pieces of paper could be exchanged for a red one, ten red ones for a yellow one. For ten yellow ones you received a small, very simply bound Bible from the vicar, which was worth maybe forty cents among brothers. Who among my readers would have the diligence and perseverance to memorize two thousand verses from the Bible and if they were offered a magnificent Bible by Doré? And yet Mary had won two such Bibles, it was the patient, arduous work of two years. Only the older, sensible, and serious students managed to collect their slips of paper and do this tedious and tedious work until they could get a Bible. But it was precisely through this laborious achievement that the delivery of the high price became a solemn, memorable occurrence every time. The celebrated man appeared so great and sublime on such a day of honor that at the sight of his size a holy zeal and ambition kindled in the breasts of every spectator, which often lasted for many weeks. Tom’s fervent wish was to be honored in this way one day; not for the sake of the Bible, forbid, he was concerned with the honor and the fame, the splendor that shone around the whole ceremony.
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Now the vicar, who ran the Sunday school, stepped forward, holding a small will in his hand, with one index finger hidden between the sheets of paper, and asked for attention. When a Sunday school vicar gives his traditional little speech, a will in his hand is as necessary to him as the inevitable sheet of music is to the singer who enters the podium to delight the concert audience with a solo – the why remains a mystery, of course , because neither will nor sheet of music will ever be appreciated by the sufferer in question. This Mr. Vicar was now a somewhat slender, over-slender figure of about twenty-five years, with a goat beard and yellow hair. His expression was serious and the tone of his voice was solemn too,
“Now, children, watch out; all sit down as straight and calm as you can and listen to me attentively for a few minutes. So now it’s all right! This is how good little boys and girls have to do it! Then I see a little girl who is looking out the window. Little one, you think I’m sitting there on the tree and want to tell the little birds out there something about our dear Savior, don’t you? (Suppressed chuckle) So first I want to tell you how good it is for me to see so many clean, happy, little faces gathered in a place like this, where they should learn to be good and good and that Rights to do. – «
And so on. There is no need to record the rest of the speech, it adhered entirely to familiar patterns that each of us has heard thousands of times.
The last third of the oratorial performance was somewhat disturbed by the resumption of puffs and bumps and other pastimes among the black sheep of the small community.[47] A murmur and whisper began, which spread more and more, even tried to wash the foundations of such unshakable rocks as Sid and Mary. As the tone in the speaker’s voice dropped, indicating the end, the humming also subsided, and the end itself was greeted with the most general, grateful silence.
Much of the unrest had been caused by an incident as astonishing as it was rare – strangers had come! The mayor appeared, accompanied by two gentlemen, an old, weak-looking and a younger, stately one with already very gray hair. A lady went ahead, apparently the latter’s wife, who was leading a girl by the hand. Up until then Tom had been restless and restless, he had a remorse and couldn’t look at Anny Lorenz, whose eye sought his with a loving look. But when he saw the little girl appear, he felt as if he were drunk with delight. In the next moment he began to ‘show himself’ with power – puffed his neighbors, tore their hair, made faces, briefly made use of all those arts that are capable of to charm a little schoolgirl’s heart and win applause from it. His delight was only dampened by the thought of the humiliation he had endured in that angel’s garden, but the memory of this was only recorded in the sand, which was already now the rising waves of happiness that flooded his soul, began to wash away. The strangers were given the best place of honor, and when the vicar’s speech was over it was revealed who they were. The handsome, gray, middle-aged gentleman turned out to be a great personality. He was nothing more and nothing less than the chief judge of the circle, the most sublime product of creation that the children had ever seen, and they pondered from which His delight was only dampened by the thought of the humiliation he had endured in that angel’s garden, but the memory of this was only recorded in the sand, which was already now the rising waves of happiness that flooded his soul, began to wash away. The strangers were given the best place of honor, and when the vicar’s speech was over it was revealed who they were. The handsome, gray, middle-aged gentleman turned out to be a great personality. He was nothing more and nothing less than the chief judge of the circle, the most sublime product of creation that the children had ever seen, and they pondered from which His delight was only dampened by the thought of the humiliation he had endured in that angel’s garden, but the memory of this was only recorded in the sand, which was already now the rising waves of happiness that flooded his soul, began to wash away. The strangers were given the best place of honor, and when the vicar’s speech was over it was revealed who they were. The handsome, gray, middle-aged gentleman turned out to be a great personality. He was nothing more and nothing less than the chief judge of the circle, the most sublime product of creation that the children had ever seen, and they pondered from which but the memory of this was only recorded in the sand, which the rising waves of happiness that flooded his soul were already beginning to wash away. The strangers were given the best place of honor, and when the vicar’s speech was over it was revealed who they were. The handsome, gray, middle-aged gentleman turned out to be a great personality. He was nothing more and nothing less than the chief judge of the circle, the most sublime product of creation that the children had ever seen, and they pondered from which but the memory of this was only recorded in the sand, which the rising waves of happiness that flooded his soul were already beginning to wash away. The strangers were given the best place of honor, and when the vicar’s speech was over it was revealed who they were. The handsome, gray, middle-aged gentleman turned out to be a great personality. He was nothing more and nothing less than the chief judge of the circle, the most sublime product of creation that the children had ever seen, and they pondered from which grizzled middle-aged gentleman turned out to be a great personality. He was nothing more and nothing less than the chief judge of the circle, the most sublime product of creation that the children had ever seen, and they pondered from which grizzled middle-aged gentleman turned out to be a great personality. He was nothing more and nothing less than the chief judge of the circle, the most sublime product of creation that the children had ever seen, and they pondered from which[48] Material that may well be made; they half longed to hear his thunderous voice and half feared it. He was from Constantinople, twelve miles downriver, so a well-traveled man who knew the world. What had he already seen? In the end even Washington and the “White House,” which the children imagined as a dazzling, luminous, shimmering mass of ice and snow, so white and so shiny. The awe awakened by such thoughts was expressed in the breathless silence, in the large, round, astonished eyes. So that was the great, mighty district judge Thatcher, the brother of her own mayor, Willy Thatcher’s uncle, who was just stepping forward from her ranks and shaking hands with the big man as if it were nothing. If Willy had known
“Look, Jim, Tom look! He really goes there and shakes his hand! And he shakes her. God knows, I would give three stone balls if I were Willy! ”
The vicar now began to ‘show himself’, ran here and there, giving orders, praise, reproach, as it happened, and wherever he could add anything. The book distributor ‘showed’ himself to be excessively important and zealous for his office by running back and forth with his arms full of books. The young women who taught the various classes did not want to stay behind either, smiling sweetly they leaned over little schoolgirls whom they had recently scolded, raised lovely threatening fingers at bad little boys and caressed others tenderly and gently. The young gentlemen who acted as teachers “showed themselves” in small, serious punishments which they gave to their respective classes, and other similar proofs of their authority. Almost all young teachers had both[49] A surprising amount of sex to do with changing books near the pulpit, were astonishingly wrong about what they fetched, had to go again and again, two or three times, and seemed to be very annoyed about it. The little girls “showed themselves” in the most varied of ways and the little boys “showed themselves” in their own way, secretly pushing each other and filling the air with thrown plugs of paper. And the tall man was enthroned majestically above it all, letting the sun shine on his smile and warming himself to his own size, because he himself – he “showed” himself all the more. There was only one thing missing to make the vicar’s happiness complete in this sublime hour, and that was the possibility of a Bible prize. Some students could have a few yellow pieces of paper
Then, at the last moment, when he was already giving up hope, Tom Sawyer stepped forward with nine yellow, nine red and ten blue pieces of paper – stepped forward and asked for a Bible! That was a bolt of lightning out of the blue! The vicar had given up all hope of such a request from this point of the compass, for at least the next twenty years. But the unbelievable fact could not be denied – here stood Tom and there were the notes and they agreed on the hair. Tom was therefore escorted to the place of honor to the district judge and the other chosen ones, and the astonishing fact was made known and made known to all. That now seemed literally petrifying, was the most extraordinary occurrence of the decade, and so lasting and deep was the impression of it, that he almost raised the new hero above the old one and that the school now had two miracles to marvel at instead of the one. The boys were consumed with envy,[50] but mostly those who realized too late that they themselves contributed to this hated glory by negotiating their notes to Tom for the riches he had stolen by temporarily relinquishing his whitewashing privileges. They despised and condemned themselves as being outwitted victims of a black deceiver, a creeping, traitorous snake.
Meanwhile the prize was delivered to Tom with as much pomp as the vicar could possibly bring up on the occasion. The full, correct swing, however, seemed to be missing; instinct told him that there was a secret hidden here which the light could not stand, indeed it had to shy away from. It was simply impossible that this Boy should have buried two thousand grains of scriptural wisdom in the barns of his mind, that boy whose ability seemed insufficient to acquire even a dozen such delicious fruits. Anny Lorenz was proud and happy and tried to make Tom read it in her eyes, but Tom didn’t want to look. She astonished and grieved about it; then she suspected and watched; a furtive look she caught told her worlds and broke her poor heart. She was jealous, angry, tears came, she hated everyone, but Tom mostly, in her heart.
Tom was introduced to the district judge, but his tongue seemed paralyzed, his breath caught, his heart pounded, partly because of the terrifying size of the huge man, but mainly because he was her father. He would have gladly sunk down in front of him if it had only been dark. The big man put his hand on Tom’s head, called him a good little fellow and asked his name. The boy stammered, stuttered and finally uttered:
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“Tom.”
“Well, not just Tom, but -”
“Thomas.”
“That’s right, I thought there was something else. But you have another name, I think, and you will tell me that too, won’t you? ”
“Tell the gentleman your full name, Thomas,” warned the vicar, “and also say ‘my lord’ or ‘lord district judge’, you must know what is happening!
“Thomas Sawyer, – Mr. District Judge!”
“Well, that’s right, that’s what I call a good boy. Magnificent fellow! Really great guy! Two thousand verses is a lot – very much! But, my little one, you will certainly never regret that you put so much effort into it. Knowledge is worth more than anything in the world, learning and knowing something is what makes the great and the good men in life. You too will probably one day become a good, maybe a great man, Thomas, and then you will look back to the days of your childhood[52] and say: I owe all of this to the priceless benefits that I enjoyed through Sunday School, owe it to my good teachers, who encouraged me to study, the Vicar, who cheered me on, guided me, gave me the beautiful Bible, a wonderful finely bound Bible that I was allowed to keep and own all to myself – everything, everything I owe to my good, excellent upbringing. That is how you will speak, Thomas, and then you would not have these two thousand verses bought from you for any money in the world – for any money in the world, never! And now you will certainly tell this lady and me something that you know, what you have learned, won’t you? Because look, we’re proud of little boys who know something. Surely you can tell us the names of the Lord’s disciples? You certainly know them all twelve. Say’
Tom had meanwhile turned a button on his jacket and looked as stupid and simple-minded as possible. Now he was blushing red and his eyes almost bored into the ground. The vicar’s heart sank into his boots. He knew that the boy could not possibly answer the simplest question, why did the district judge have to ask him! Nevertheless, he felt compelled to say encouragingly, as it were:
“Answer the Lord, Thomas – don’t be afraid!”
Tom did nothing but get red and redder.
“You will tell me,” began the lady, “so the names of the first two disciples were -”
” David and Goliath !”
Let us spread the veil of Christian mercy over the rest of the scene. We’d also better not mention what Aunt Polly said later about the Bible and how happy she was about it.
