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- # Tom and Joe's Adventure in Sherwood Forest
## Overview
This entity is a [scene](arke:01KG2TRVSZKSY0PMBYVB5JP2TE) extracted from chapter-level text in the novel *The Adventures of Tom Sawyer*. It spans lines 2720 to 2796 of the source file and captures a fictional play episode in which the characters Tom Sawyer and Joe Harper reenact the legendary conflict between Robin Hood and Guy of Guisborne. The scene was automatically extracted from the text file [tom_sawyer.txt](arke:01KG2T4RHC4E1XKJ12BJRXE8E8) by a structured extraction process and is part of the [Test Collection](arke:01KG2T49K0H5GDRB0G4YDTPG8H).
## Context
The scene occurs within [CHAPTER VIII](arke:01KG2TRBJBCHJMN9X6S5MXPKNC) of *The Adventures of Tom Sawyer*, a novel by Mark Twain that explores the imaginative world of childhood in a 19th-century American town. This particular episode follows Tom’s earlier melancholic reflections on life and death, marking a shift from introspection to imaginative play. The chapter is part of the larger narrative structure that traces Tom’s emotional and moral development. The scene was preceded by a segment (represented by [CHAPTER VIII](arke:01KG2TRVSGEQA8JB8HEY05ZMC3)) detailing Tom’s solitary brooding in the woods, setting the stage for his subsequent transformation into a romantic outlaw figure.
## Contents
The scene depicts Tom and Joe Harper engaging in imaginative play as Robin Hood and Guy of Guisborne in Sherwood Forest. Armed with makeshift props—a lath sword, a tin trumpet, a bow and arrow—they perform their roles “by the book,” quoting from memory and adhering strictly to the narrative of the legend. Tom insists on scriptural accuracy, demanding Joe fall as the text dictates, even when Joe protests the unfairness. After Tom defeats Guy of Guisborne, they negotiate role reversals to ensure fairness, reenacting other Robin Hood episodes, including Tom’s dramatic death scene. The boys ultimately express nostalgia for a lost age of adventure, declaring they would rather spend a year as outlaws than be President of the United States forever—a commentary on childhood ideals versus adult realities.
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- Tom and Joe's Adventure in Sherwood Forest
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- aisles of the forest. Tom flung off his jacket and trousers, turned
a suspender into a belt, raked away some brush behind the rotten log,
disclosing a rude bow and arrow, a lath sword and a tin trumpet, and
in a moment had seized these things and bounded away, barelegged,
with fluttering shirt. He presently halted under a great elm, blew an
answering blast, and then began to tiptoe and look warily out, this way
and that. He said cautiously—to an imaginary company:
“Hold, my merry men! Keep hid till I blow.”
Now appeared Joe Harper, as airily clad and elaborately armed as Tom.
Tom called:
“Hold! Who comes here into Sherwood Forest without my pass?”
“Guy of Guisborne wants no man’s pass. Who art thou that—that—”
“Dares to hold such language,” said Tom, prompting—for they talked “by
the book,” from memory.
“Who art thou that dares to hold such language?”
“I, indeed! I am Robin Hood, as thy caitiff carcase soon shall know.”
“Then art thou indeed that famous outlaw? Right gladly will I dispute
with thee the passes of the merry wood. Have at thee!”
They took their lath swords, dumped their other traps on the ground,
struck a fencing attitude, foot to foot, and began a grave, careful
combat, “two up and two down.” Presently Tom said:
“Now, if you’ve got the hang, go it lively!”
So they “went it lively,” panting and perspiring with the work. By and
by Tom shouted:
“Fall! fall! Why don’t you fall?”
“I sha’n’t! Why don’t you fall yourself? You’re getting the worst of
it.”
“Why, that ain’t anything. I can’t fall; that ain’t the way it is in the
book. The book says, ‘Then with one back-handed stroke he slew poor Guy
of Guisborne.’ You’re to turn around and let me hit you in the back.”
There was no getting around the authorities, so Joe turned, received the
whack and fell.
“Now,” said Joe, getting up, “you got to let me kill _you_. That’s
fair.”
“Why, I can’t do that, it ain’t in the book.”
“Well, it’s blamed mean—that’s all.”
“Well, say, Joe, you can be Friar Tuck or Much the miller’s son, and lam
me with a quarter-staff; or I’ll be the Sheriff of Nottingham and you be
Robin Hood a little while and kill me.”
This was satisfactory, and so these adventures were carried out. Then
Tom became Robin Hood again, and was allowed by the treacherous nun to
bleed his strength away through his neglected wound. And at last Joe,
representing a whole tribe of weeping outlaws, dragged him sadly forth,
gave his bow into his feeble hands, and Tom said, “Where this arrow
falls, there bury poor Robin Hood under the greenwood tree.” Then he
shot the arrow and fell back and would have died, but he lit on a nettle
and sprang up too gaily for a corpse.
The boys dressed themselves, hid their accoutrements, and went off
grieving that there were no outlaws any more, and wondering what modern
civilization could claim to have done to compensate for their loss.
They said they would rather be outlaws a year in Sherwood Forest than
President of the United States forever.
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- Tom and Joe's Adventure in Sherwood Forest