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Adventures Of
Huckleberry Finn
by Mark Twain
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table of contents
Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn ......... 1
Tom Sawyer's Comrade ......... 3
Chapter The Last ......... 364
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Tom Sawyer's Comrade
Adventures Of
Huckleberry Finn
(Tom Sawyer's Comrade)
Scene: The Mississippi Valley
Time: Forty To Fifty Years Ago
Mark Twain
With One Hundred And Seventy-Four Illustrations
New York
Charles L. Webster And Company
1885
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copyright
Copyright 1884
By Samuel L. Clemens
All Rights Reserved
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Notice
Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempt-
ing to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot.
By Order Of The Author
Per G.G., Chief Of Ordnance
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save the space
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Explanatory
In this book a number of dialects are used, to wit: the Missouri negro dia-
lect; the extremest form of the backwoods South-Western dialect; the ordinary
"Pike-County" dialect; and four modified varieties of this last. The shadings
have not been done in a hap-hazard fashion, or by guess-work; but pains-takingly,
and with the trustworthy guidance and support of personal familiarity with these
several forms of speech.
I make this explanation for the reason that without it many readers would
suppose that all these characters were trying to talk alike and not succeeding.
The Author
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the bust
Mark Twain
From The Bust By Karl Gerhardt
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Contents
Chapter I
Civilizing Huck -- Miss Watson -- Tom Sawyer Waits ......... 17
Chapter II
The Boys Escape Jim -- Tom Sawyer's Gang -- Deep-laid Plans ......... 22
Chapter III
A Good Going-over -- Grace Triumphant -- "One of Tom Sawyers's Lies" ......... 29
Chapter IV
Huck and the Judge -- Superstition ......... 34
Chapter V
Buck's Father -- The Fond Parent -- Reform ......... 39
Chapter VI
He Went for Judge Thatcher -- Huck Decided to Leave -- Political Economy -- Thrashing
Chapter VII
Laying for Him -- Locked in the Cabin -- Sinking the Body -- Resting ......... 53
Chapter VIII
Sleeping in the "Woods -- Raising the Dead -- Exploring the Island -- Finding Jim -- Jim's
Escape -- Signs -- Balum ......... 61
Chapter IX
The Cave -- The Floating House ......... 74
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Chapter X
The Find -- Old Hank Bunker -- In Disguise ......... 79
Chapter XI
Huck and the Woman -- The Search -- Prevarication -- Going to Goshen ......... 84
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Escaping from the Wreck -- The Watchman -- Sinking ......... 102
Chapter XIV
A General Good Time -- The Harem -- French ......... 109
Chapter XV
Huck Loses the Raft -- In the Fog -- Huck Finds the Raft -- Trash ......... 115
Chapter XVI
Expectation -- A White Lie -- Floating Currency -- Running by Cairo -- Swimming
Chapter XVII
An Evening Call -- The Farm in Arkansaw -- Interior Decorations -- Stephen Dowling
Bots -- Poetical Effusions ......... 132
Chapter XVIII
Col. Grangerford -- Aristocracy -- Feuds -- The Testament -- Recovering the Raft -- The
Wood-pile -- Pork and Cabbage ......... 143
Chapter XIX
Chapter XX
Huck Explains -- Laying Out a Campaign -- Working the Camp-meeting -- A Pirate at
the Camp-meeting -- The Duke as a Printer ......... 167
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Chapter XXI
Chapter XXII
Sherburn -- Attending the Circus -- Intoxication in the Ring -- The Thrilling Tragedy ......... 189
Chapter XXIII
Sold -- Royal Comparisons -- Jim Gets Home-sick ......... 196
Chapter XXIV
Jim in Royal Robes -- They Take a Passenger -- Getting Information -- Family Grief ......... 203
Chapter XXV
Chapter XXVI
Chapter XXVII
The Funeral -- Satisfying Curiosity -- Suspicious of Huck, -- Quick Sales and Small
Chapter XXVIII
The Trip to England -- "The Brute!" -- Mary Jane Decides to Leave -- Huck Parting
with Mary Jane -- Mumps -- The Opposition Line ......... 239
Chapter XXIX
Chapter XXX
The King Went for Him -- A Royal Row -- Powerful Mellow ......... 261
Chapter XXXI
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Chapter XXXII
Still and Sunday-like -- Mistaken Identity -- Up a Stump -- In a Dilemma ......... 277
Chapter XXXIII
A Nigger Stealer -- Southern Hospitality -- A Pretty Long Blessing -- Tar and Feathers ......... 284
Chapter XXXIV
The Hut by the Ash-Hopper -- Outrageous -- Climbing the Lightning Rod -- Troubled with
Chapter XXXV
Escaping Properly -- Dark Schemes -- Discrimination in Stealing -- A Deep Hole ......... 300
Chapter XXXVI
The Lightning Rod -- His Level Best -- A Bequest to Posterity -- A High Figure ......... 309
Chapter XXXVII
The Last Shirt -- Mooning Around -- Sailing Orders -- The Witch Pie ......... 316
Chapter XXXVIII
The Coat of Arms -- A Skilled Superintendent -- Unpleasant Glory -- A Tearful Subject ......... 324
Chapter XXXIX
Rats -- Lively Bed-fellows -- The Straw Dummy ......... 333
Chapter XL
Fishing -- The Vigilance Committee -- A Lively Run -- Jim Advises a Doctor ......... 339
Chapter XLI
The Doctor -- Uncle Silas -- Sister Hotchkiss -- Aunt Sally in Trouble ......... 347
Chapter XLII
Chapter The Last
Out of Bondage -- Paying the Captive -- Yours Truly, Huck Finn ......... 364
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Illustrations
Huckleberry Finn ......... Frontispiece
Learning about Moses and the "Bulrushers" ......... 18
Huck Stealing Away ......... 21
They Tip-toed Along Jim ......... 22
Tom Sawyer's Band of Robbers ......... 25
Huck Creeps into his Window ......... 28
Miss Watson's Lecture ......... 29
The Robbers Dispersed ......... 31
exclamation points ......... 34
Judge Thatcher surprised ......... 36
Huck and his Father ......... 41
Reforming the Drunkard ......... 43
Falling from Grace ......... 44
Getting out of the Way ......... 45
Watching the Boat ......... 63
Discovering the Camp Fire ......... 64
Jim and the Ghost ......... 67
Misto Bradish's Nigger ......... 72
Exploring the Cave ......... 74
Jim sees a Dead Man ......... 77
They Found Eight Dollars ......... 79
Jim and the Snake ......... 80
"Him and another Man" ......... 88
She puts up a Snack ......... 90
He sometimes Lifted a Chicken ......... 95
"Please don't, Bill" ......... 98
"It ain't Good Morals" ......... 100
"Oh! Lordy, Lordy!" ......... 101
Hello, What's Up?" ......... 104
We turned in and Slept ......... 108
Turning over the Truck ......... 109
Solomon and his Million Wives ......... 110
The story of "Sollermun" ......... 112
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"We Would Sell the Raft" ......... 115
Asleep on the Raft ......... 118
"It Amounted to Something being a Raftsman" ......... 122
"Boy, that's a Lie" ......... 126
"Here I is, Buck" ......... 127
Climbing up the Bank ......... 131
"It made Her look Spidery" ......... 138
"They got him out and emptied Him" ......... 140
Col. Grangerford ......... 143
Young Harney Shepherdson ......... 145
"And asked me if I Liked Her" ......... 149
"Behind the Wood-pile" ......... 153
Hiding Day-times ......... 157
"And Dogs a-Coming" ......... 160
"By rights I am a Duke!" ......... 163
"I am the Late Dauphin" ......... 165
The King as Juliet ......... 170
"Courting on the Sly" ......... 172
"A Pirate for Thirty Years" ......... 174
Another little Job ......... 175
Hamlet's Soliloquy ......... 178
A Little Monthly Drunk ......... 185
The Death of Boggs ......... 187
Sherburn steps out ......... 189
He shed Seventeen Suits ......... 193
Their Pockets Bulged ......... 198
Henry the Eighth in Boston Harbor ......... 200
He fairly emptied that Young Fellow ......... 207
"Alas, our Poor Brother" ......... 209
Making up the "Deffisit" ......... 215
The Bag of Money ......... 219
Supper with the Hare-Lip ......... 221
The Duke looks under the Bed ......... 226
Huck takes the Money ......... 229
A Crack in the Dining-room Door ......... 230
"Was you in my Room?" ......... 235
How to Find Them ......... 242
Hannah with the Mumps ......... 246
The True Brothers ......... 250
The Doctor leads Huck ......... 252
Gentlemen, Gentlemen!" ......... 257
The King shakes Huck ......... 261
The Duke went for Him ......... 263
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"Who Nailed Him?" ......... 269
He gave him Ten Cents ......... 274
Striking for the Back Country ......... 275
Still and Sunday-like ......... 277
She hugged him tight ......... 279
'Who do you reckon it is?" ......... 283
"It was Tom Sawyer" ......... 284
"Mr. Archibald Nichols, I presume?" ......... 287
A pretty long Blessing ......... 290
Traveling By Rail ......... 291
One of the Best Authorities ......... 302
The Breakfast-Horn ......... 305
Smouching the Knives ......... 307
Going down the Lightning-Rod ......... 309
Tom advises a Witch Pie ......... 314
The Rubbage-Pile ......... 316
"Missus, dey's a Sheet Gone" ......... 318
In a Tearing Way ......... 321
One of his Ancestors ......... 322
Jim's Coat of Arms ......... 324
Buttons on their Tails ......... 329
Keeping off Dull Times ......... 333
Trouble is Brewing ......... 337
Every one had a Gun ......... 341
Tom caught on a Splinter ......... 343
Jim advises a Doctor ......... 345
Uncle Silas in Danger ......... 348
Old Mrs. Hotchkiss ......... 350
Aunt Sally talks to Huck ......... 353
Tom Sawyer wounded ......... 355
The Doctor speaks for Jim ......... 357
Tom rose square up in Bed ......... 361
"Hand out them Letters" ......... 362
Tom's Liberality ......... 365
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Huckleberry Finn
by Mark Twain
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Chapter I
You don't know about me, without you
have read a book by the name of "The 
Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but that
ain't no matter. That book was made
by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the
truth, mainly. There was things
which he stretched, but mainly he
told the truth. That is nothing. I
never seen anybody but lied, one time
or another, without it was Aunt Polly,
or the widow, or maybe Mary. Aunt
Polly -- Tom's Aunt Polly, she is -- and
Mary, and the Widow Douglas, is all
told about in that book -- which is
mostly a true book; with some stretch-
ers, as I said before.
Now the way that the book winds
up, is this: Tom and me found the money that the robbers hid in the cave,
and it made us rich. We got six thousand dollars apiece -- all gold. It was an
awful sight of money when it was piled up. Well, Judge Thatcher, he took it
and put it out at interest, and it fetched us a dollar a day apiece, all the year
round -- more than a body could tell what to do with. The Widow Douglas, she
took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was rough living
in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow
was in all her ways; and so when I couldn't stand it no longer, I lit out. I got
into my old rags, and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied. But
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Tom Sawyer, he hunted me up and said he was going to start a band of robbers,
and I might join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable. So I went
back.
The widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb, and she called
me a lot of other names, too, but she never meant no harm by it. She put me
in them new clothes again, and I couldn't do nothing but sweat and sweat, and
feel all cramped up. Well, then, the old thing commenced again. The widow
rung a bell for supper, and you had to come to time. When you got to the table
you couldn't go right to eat-
ing, but you had to wait for 
the widow to tuck down her
head and grumble a little
over the victuals, though
there warn't really anything
the matter with them. That
is, nothing only everything
was cooked by itself. In a
barrel of odds and ends it is
different; things get mixed
up, and the juice kind of
swaps around, and the things
go better.
After supper she got out
her book and learned me
about Moses and the Bul-
rushers; and I was in a sweat
but by-and-by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time;
so then I didn't care no more about him; because I don't take no stock in dead
people.
Pretty soon I wanted to smoke, and asked the widow to let me. But she
wouldn't. She said it was a mean practice and wasn't clean, and I must
try to not do it any more. That is just the way with some people. They
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let down on a thing when they don't know nothing about it. Here she
was a bothering about Moses, which was no kin to her, and no use to any-
body, being gone, you see, yet finding a power of fault with me for doing
a thing that had some good in it. And she took snuff too; of course
that was all right, because she done it herself.
Her sister, Miss Watson, a tolerable slim old maid, with goggles on, had
just come to live with her, and took
a set at me now, with a spelling-book. 
She worked me middling hard for about
an hour, and then the widow made her
ease up. I couldn't stood it much longer.
Then for an hour it was deadly dull,
and I was fidgety. Miss Watson would
say, "Don't put your feet up there,
Huckleberry;" and "don't scrunch up
like that, Huckleberry -- set up straight;"
and pretty soon she would say, "Don't
gap and stretch like that, Huckleberry --
why don't you try to behave?" Then
she told me all about the bad place,
and I said I wished I was there. She
got mad, then, but I didn't mean no
harm. All I wanted was to go some-
wheres; all I wanted was a change, I
warn't particular. She said it was
wicked to say what I said; said she
wouldn't say it for the whole world; she was going to live so as to go to
the good place. Well, I couldn't see no advantage in going where she
was going, so I made up my mind I wouldn't try for it. But I never said
so, because it would only make trouble, and wouldn't do no good.
Now she had got a start, and she went on and told me all about the
good place. She said all a body would have to do there was to go around
all day long with a harp and sing, forever and ever. So I didn't think
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much of it. But I never said so. I asked her if she reckoned Tom
Sawyer would go there, and, she said, not by a considerable sight. I was
glad about that, because I wanted him and me to be together.
Miss Watson she kept pecking at me, and it got tiresome and lonesome.
By-and-by they fetched the niggers in and had prayers, and then everybody
was off to bed. I went up to my room with a piece of candle and put
it on the table. Then I set down in a chair by the window and tried to
think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use. I felt so lonesome I
most wished I was dead. The stars was shining, and the leaves rustled in
the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing
about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about
somebody that was going to die; and the wind was trying to whisper some-
thing to me and I couldn't make out what it was, and so it made the cold
shivers run over me. Then away out in the woods I heard that kind of a
sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell about something that's on its
mind and can't make itself understood, and so can't rest easy in its grave
and has to go about that way every night grieving. I got so down-hearted
and scared, I did wish I had some company. Pretty soon a spider went
crawling up my shoulder, and I flipped it off and it lit in the candle; and
before I could budge it was all shriveled up. I didn't need anybody to tell
me that that was an awful bad sign and would fetch me some bad luck, so
I was scared and most shook the clothes off of me. I got up and turned
around in my tracks three times and crossed my breast every time; and
then I tied up a little lock of my hair with a thread to keep witches
away. But I hadn't no confidence. You do that when you've lost a
horse-shoe that you've found, instead of nailing it up over the door, but I
hadn't ever heard anybody say it was any way to keep off bad luck when
you'd killed a spider.
I set down again, a shaking all over, and got out my pipe for a smoke;
for the house was all as still as death, now, and so the widow wouldn't
know. Well, after a long time I heard the clock away off in the town
go boom -- boom -- boom -- twelve licks -- and all still again -- stiller than
ever. Pretty soon I heard a twig snap, down in the dark amongst the
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trees -- something was a stirring. I set still and listened. Directly I could
just barely hear a "me-yow! me-yow!" down there. That was good! Says I,
"me-yow! me-yow!" as soft as I could, and then I put out the light and
scrambled out of the window onto the shed. Then I slipped down to
the ground and crawled in amongst the trees, and sure enough there was
Tom Sawyer waiting for me.
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Chapter II
We went tip-toeing along a path amongst
the trees back towards the end of the 
widow's garden, stooping down so as
the branches wouldn't scrape our heads.
When we was passing by the kitchen
I fell over a root and made a noise.
We scrouched down and laid still.
Miss Watson's big nigger, named
Jim, was setting in the kitchen door;
we could see him pretty clear, because
there was a light behind him. He
got up and stretched his neck out
about a minute, listening. Then he
says,
"Who dah?"
He listened some more; then he
come tip-toeing down and stood
right between us; we could a touched
him, nearly. Well, likely it was min-
utes and minutes that there warn't a
sound, and we all there so close
together. There was a place on my
ankle that got to itching; but I
dasn't scratch it; and then my ear begun to itch; and next my back, right be-
tween my shoulders. Seemed like I'd die if I couldn't scratch. Well, I've
noticed that thing plenty of times since. If you are with the quality, or at a
funeral, or trying to go to sleep when you ain't sleepy -- if you are anywheres
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where it won't do for you to scratch, why you will itch all over in upwards of a
thousand places. Pretty soon Jim says:
"Say -- who is you? Whar is you? Dog my cats ef I didn' hear sumfn. Well,
I knows what I's gwyne to do. I's gwyne to set down here and listen tell I hears
it agin."
So he set down on the ground betwixt me and Tom. He leaned his back up
against a tree, and stretched his legs out till one of them most touched one of
mine. My nose begun to itch. It itched till the tears come into my eyes. But
I dasn't scratch. Then it begun to itch on the inside. Next I got to itching
underneath. I didn't know how I was going to set still. This miserableness
went on as much as six or seven minutes; but it seemed a sight longer than that.
I was itching in eleven different places now. I reckoned I couldn't stand it
more'n a minute longer, but I set my teeth hard and got ready to try. Just then
Jim begun to breathe heavy; next he begun to snore -- and then I was pretty soon
comfortable again.
Tom he made a sign to me -- kind of a little noise with his mouth -- and we went
creeping away on our hands and knees. When we was ten foot off, Tom whis-
pered to me and wanted to tie Jim to the tree for fun; but I said no; he might
wake and make a disturbance, and then they'd find out I warn't in. Then Tom
said he hadn't got candles enough, and he would slip in the kitchen and get
some more. I didn't want him to try. I said Jim might wake up and come.
But Tom wanted to resk it; so we slid in there and got three candles, and Tom
laid five cents on the table for pay. Then we got out, and I was in a sweat to
get away; but nothing would do Tom but he must crawl to where Jim was, on
his hands and knees, and play something on him. I waited, and it seemed a good
while, everything was so still and lonesome.
As soon as Tom was back, we cut along the path, around the garden fence,
and by-and-by fetched up on the steep top of the hill the other side of the house.
Tom said he slipped Jim's hat off of his head and hung it on a limb right over
him, and Jim stirred a little, but he didn't wake. Afterwards Jim said the
witches bewitched him and put him in a trance, and rode him all over the State,
and then set him under the trees again and hung his hat on a limb to show who
done it. And next time Jim told it he said they rode him down to New Orleans:
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and after that, every time he told it he spread it more and more, till by-and-by
he said they rode him all over the world, and tired him most to death, and his
back was all over saddle-boils. Jim was monstrous proud about it, and he got so he
wouldn't hardly notice the other niggers. Niggers would come miles to hear Jim
tell about it, and he was more looked up to than any nigger in that country.
Strange niggers would stand with their mouths
open and look him all over, same as if he was 
a wonder. Niggers is always talking about
witches in the dark by the kitchen fire; but
whenever one was talking and letting on to
know all about such things, Jim would happen
in and say, "Hm! What you know 'bout
witches?" and that nigger was corked up and
had to take a back seat. Jim always kept that
five-center piece around his neck with a string
and said it was a charm the devil give to him
with his own hands and told him he could cure
anybody with it and fetch witches whenever he
wanted to, just by saying something to it; but
he never told what it was he said to it. Niggers
would come from all around there and give Jim
anything they had, just for a sight of that five-
center piece; but they wouldn't touch it, be-
cause the devil had had his hands on it. Jim
was most ruined, for a servant, because he got
so stuck up on account of having seen the devil and been rode by witches.
Well, when Tom and me got to the edge of the hill-top, we looked away
down into the village and could see three or four lights twinkling, where there
was sick folks, may be; and the stars over us was sparkling ever so fine; and
down by the village was the river, a whole mile broad, and awful still and grand.
We went down the hill and found Joe Harper, and Ben Rogers, and two or three
more of the boys, hid in the old tanyard. So we unhitched a skiff and pulled down
the river two mile and a half, to the big scar on the hillside, and went ashore.
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We went to a clump of bushes, and Tom made everybody swear to keep the
secret, and then showed them a hole in the hill, right in the thickest part of
the bushes. Then we lit the candles and crawled in on our hands and knees.
We went about two hundred yards, and then the cave opened up. Tom poked
about amongst the passages and pretty soon ducked under a wall where you
wouldn't a noticed that there was a hole. We went along a narrow place and
got into a kind of room, all damp and sweaty and cold, and there we stopped.
Tom says:
"Now we'll start this band of robbers and call it Tom Sawyer's Gang.
Everybody that wants to join has got to take an oath, and write his name in
blood."
Everybody was willing. So Tom got out a sheet of paper that he had wrote
the oath on, and read it. It swore every boy to stick to the band, and never
tell any of the secrets; and if anybody done anything to any boy in the band,
whichever boy was ordered to kill that person and his family must do it, and he
mustn't eat and he mustn't sleep till he had killed them and hacked a cross in
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their breasts, which was the sign of the band. And nobody that didn't belong
to the band could use that mark, and if he did he must be sued; and if he done
it again he must be killed. And if anybody that belonged to the band told the
secrets, he must have his throat cut, and then have his carcass burnt up and
the ashes scattered all around, and his name blotted off of the list with blood,
and never mentioned again by the gang, but have a curse put on it and be forgot,
forever.
Everybody said it was a real beautiful oath, and asked Tom if he got it out
of his own head. He said, some of it, but the rest was out of pirate books, and
robber books, and every gang that was high-toned had it.
Some thought it would be good to kill the families of boys that told the
secrets. Tom said it was a good idea, so he took a pencil and wrote it in. Then
Ben Rogers says:
"Here's Huck Finn, he hain't got no family -- what you going to do 'bout
him?"
"Well, hain't he got a father?" says Tom Sawyer.
"Yes, he's got a father, but you can't never find him, these days. He used
to lay drunk with the hogs in the tanyard, but he hain't been seen in these
parts for a year or more."
They talked it over, and they was going to rule me out, because they said
every boy must have a family or somebody to kill, or else it wouldn't be fair
and square for the others. Well, nobody could think of anything to do -- every-
body was stumped, and set still. I was most ready to cry; but all at once I
thought of a way, and so I offered them Miss Watson -- they could kill her.
Everybody said:
"Oh, she'll do, she'll do. That's all right. Huck can come in."
Then they all stuck a pin in their fingers to get blood to sign with, and I
made my mark on the paper.
"Now," says Ben Rogers, "what's the line of business of this Gang?"
"Nothing only robbery and murder," Tom said.
"But who are we going to rob? houses -- or cattle -- or--"
"Stuff! stealing cattle and such things ain't robbery, it's burglary," says
Tom Sawyer. "We ain't burglars. That ain't no sort of style. We are
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highwaymen. We stop stages and carriages on the road, with masks on,
and kill the people and take their watches and money."
"Must we always kill the people?"
"Oh, certainly. It's best. Some authorities think different, but mostly it's
considered best to kill them. Except some that you bring to the cave here and
keep them till they're ransomed."
"Ransomed? What's that?"
"I don't know. But that's what they do. I've seen it in books; and so of
course that's what we've got to do."
"But how can we do it if we don't know what it is?"
"Why blame it all, we've got to do it. Don't I tell you it's in the books?
Do you want to go to doing different from what's in the books, and get things
all muddled up?"
"Oh, that's all very fine to say, Tom Sawyer, but how in the nation are these
fellows going to be ransomed if we don't know how to do it to them? that's
the thing I want to get at. Now what do you reckon it is?"
"Well I don't know. But per'aps if we keep them till they're ransomed,
it means that we keep them till they're dead."
"Now, that's something like. That'll answer. Why couldn't you said that
before? We'll keep them till they're ransomed to death -- and a bothersome lot
they'll be, too, eating up everything and always trying to get loose."
"How you talk, Ben Rogers. How can they get loose when there's a guard
over them, ready to shoot them down if they move a peg?"
"A guard. Well, that is good. So somebody's got to set up all night and
never get any sleep, just so as to watch them. I think that's foolishness. Why
can't a body take a club and ransom them as soon as they get here?"
"Because it ain't in the books so -- that's why. Now Ben Rogers, do you
want to do things regular, or don't you? -- that's the idea. Don't you reckon
that the people that made the books knows what's the correct thing to do?
Do you reckon you can learn 'em anything? Not by a good deal. No, sir,
we'll just go on and ransom them in the regular way."
"All right. I don't mind; but I say it's a fool way, anyhow. Say -- do we
kill the women, too?"
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"Well, Ben Rogers, if I was as ignorant as you I wouldn't let on. Kill the
women? No -- nobody ever saw anything in the books like that. You fetch
them to the cave, and you're always as polite as pie to them; and by-and-by they
fall in love with you and never want to go home any more."
"Well, if that's the way, I'm agreed, but I don't take no stock in it. Mighty
soon we'll have the cave so cluttered up with women, and fellows waiting to be
ransomed, that there won't be no place for the robbers. But go ahead, I ain't
got nothing to say."
Little Tommy Barnes was asleep, now, and when they waked him up he was
scared, and cried, and said he wanted to go home to his ma, and didn't want
to be a robber any more.
So they all made fun of him, and called him cry-baby, and that made him
mud, and he said he would go straight and tell all the secrets. But Tom give
him five cents to keep quiet, and said we would all go home and meet next
week and rob somebody and kill some people.
Ben Rogers said he couldn't get out much, only Sundays, and so he wanted
to begin next Sunday; but all the boys said it would be wicked to do it on
Sunday, and that settled the thing. They agreed to get together and fix a day as
soon as they could, and then we elected Tom Sawyer first captain and Joe
Harper second captain of the Gang, and so started home.
I clumb up the shed and crept into my window just before day was breaking.
My new clothes was all greased up and clayey, and I was dog-tired.
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Chapter III
Well, I got a good going-over in the morning,
from old Miss Watson, on account of my 
clothes; but the widow she didn't scold, but
only cleaned off the grease and clay and
looked so sorry that I thought I would be-
have a while if I could. Then Miss Watson
she took me in the closet and prayed, but
nothing come of it. She told me to pray
every day, and whatever I asked for I would
get it. But it warn't so. I tried it. Once
I got a fish-line, but no hooks. It warn't
any good to me without hooks. I tried for
the hooks three or four times, but somehow
I couldn't make it work. By-and-by, one
day, I asked Miss Watson to try for me, but
she said I was a fool. She never told me
why, and I couldn't make it out no way.
I set down, one time, back in the woods, and had a long think about it. I
says to myself, if a body can get anything they pray for, why don't Deacon
Winn get back the money he lost on pork? Why can't the widow get back
her silver snuff-box that was stole? Why can't Miss Watson fat up? No, says
I to myself, there ain't nothing in it. I went and told the widow about it,
and she said the thing a body could get by praying for it was "spiritual gifts."
This was too many for me, but she told me what she meant -- I must help
other people, and do everything I could for other people, and look out for them
all the time, and never think about myself. This was including Miss Watson,
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as I took it. I went out in the woods and turned it over in my mind a long
time, but I couldn't see no advantage about it -- except for the other people --
so at last I reckoned I wouldn't worry about it any more, but just let it go.
Sometimes the widow would take me one side and talk about Providence in a way
to make a body's mouth water; but maybe next day Miss Watson would take
hold and knock it all down again. I judged I could see that there was two
Providences, and a poor chap would stand considerable show with the widow's
Providence, but if Miss Watson's got him there warn't no help for him any more.
I thought it all out, and reckoned I would belong to the widow's, if he wanted
me, though I couldn't make out how he was agoing to be any better off then
than what he was before, seeing I was so ignorant and so kind of low-down
and ornery.
Pap he hadn't been seen for more than a year, and that was comfortable for
me; I didn't want to see him no more. He used to always whale me when he
was sober and could get his hands on me; though I used to take to the woods
most of the time when he was around. Well, about this time he was found in
the river drowned, about twelve mile above town, so people said. They judged
it was him, anyway; said this drowned man was just his size, and was ragged,
and had uncommon long hair -- which was all like pap -- but they couldn't make
nothing out of the face, because it had been in the water so long it warn't much
like a face at all. They said he was floating on his back in the water. They
took him and buried him on the bank. But I warn't comfortable long, because
I happened to think of something. I knowed mighty well that a drownded man
don't float on his back, but on his face. So I knowed, then, that this warn't
pap, but a woman dressed up in a man's clothes. So I was uncomfortable again.
I judged the old man would turn up again by-and-by, though I wished he
wouldn't.
We played robber now and then about a month, and then I resigned.
All the boys did. We hadn't robbed nobody, we hadn't killed any people,
but only just pretended. We used to hop out of the woods and go charg-
ing down on hog-drovers and women in carts taking garden stuff to market,
but we never hived any of them. Tom Sawyer called the hogs "ingots,"
and he called the turnips and stuff "julery" and we would go to the cave
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and pow-wow over what we had done and how many people we had killed
and marked. But I couldn't see no profit in it. One time Tom sent a boy
to run about town with a blazing stick, which he called a slogan (which
was the sign for the Gang to get together), and then he said he had got
secret news by his spies that next day a whole parcel of Spanish
merchants and rich A-rabs was going to camp in Cave Hollow with two
hundred elephants, and six hundred camels,, and over a thousand "sumter"
mules, all loaded down with di'monds, and they didn't have only a guard of
four hundred soldiers, and so we would lay in ambuscade, as he called it,
and kill the lot and scoop the things. He said we must slick up our
swords and guns, and get
ready. He never could go 
after even a turnip-cart but
he must have the swords and
guns all scoured up for it;
though they was only lath and
broom-sticks, and you might
scour at them till you rotted
and then they warn't worth a
mouthful of ashes more than
what they was before. I didn't
believe we could lick such a
crowd of Spaniards and A-rabs,
but I wanted to see the camels
and elephants, so I was on hand
next day, Saturday, in the
ambuscade; and when we got
the word, we rushed out of
the woods and down the hill.
But there warn't no Spaniards
and A-rabs, and there waru't no
camels nor no elephants. It
warn't anything but a Sunday-school picnic, and only a primer-class at
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that. We busted it up, and chased the children up the hollow; but we
never got anything but some doughnuts and jam, though Ben Rogers got
a rag doll, and Joe Harper got a hymn-book and a tract; and then the
teacher charged in and made us drop everything and cut. I didn't see no
di'monds, and I told Tom Sawyer so. He said there was loads of them
there, anyway; and he said there was A-rabs there, too, and elephants
and things. I said, why couldn't we see them, then? He said if I warn't
so ignorant, but had read a book called "Don Quixote," I would know
without asking. He said it was all done by enchantment. He said there
was hundreds of soldiers there, and elephants and treasure, and so on, but
we had enemies which he called magicians, and they had turned the whole
thing into an infant Sunday school, just out of spite. I said, all right,
then the thing for us to do was to go for the magicians. Tom Sawyer said
I was a numskull.
"Why," says he, "a magician could call up a lot of genies, and they
would hash you up like nothing before you could say Jack Robinson. They
are as tall as a tree and as big around as a church."
"Well," I says, "s'pose we got some genies to help us -- can't we lick
the other crowd then?"
"How you going to get them?"
"I don't know. How do they get them?"
"Why they rub an old tin lamp or an iron ring, and then the genies come
tearing in, with the thunder and lightning a-ripping around and the smoke
a-rolling, and everything they're told to do they up and do it. They don't
think nothing of pulling a shot tower up by the roots, and belting a Sunday-
school superintendent over the head with it -- or any other man."
"Who makes them tear around so?"
"Why, whoever rubs the lamp or the ring. They belong to whoever
rubs the lamp or the ring, and they've got to do whatever he says. If he
tells them to build a palace forty miles long, out of di'monds, and fill it
full of chewing gum, or whatever you want, and fetch an emperor's
daughter from China for you to marry, they've got to do it -- and they've
got to do it before sun-up next morning, too. And more -- they've got to
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waltz that palace around over the country wherever you want it, you
understand."
"Well," says I, "I think they are a pack of flatheads for not keeping
the palace themselves 'stead of fooling them away like that. And what's
more -- if I was one of them I would see a man in Jericho before I would
drop my business and come
to him for the rubbing of an 
old tin lamp."
"How you talk, Huck
Finn. Why, you'd have to
come when he rubbed it,
whether you wanted to or
not."
"What, and I as high as
a tree and as big as a
church? All right, then; I
would come; but I lay I'd
make that man climb the
highest tree there was in the
country."
"Shucks, it ain't no use
to talk to you, Huck Finn.
You don't seem to know
anything, somehow -- perfect
sap-head."
I thought all this over for two or three days, and then I reckoned I
would see if there was anything in it. I got an old tin lamp and an iron
ring and went out in the woods and rubbed and rubbed till I sweat like
an Injun, calculating to build a palace and sell it; but it warn't no use,
none of the genies come. So then I judged that all that stuff was only
just one of Tom Sawyer's lies. I reckoned he believed in the A-rabs and the
elephants, but as for me I think different. It had all the marks of a
Sunday school.
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Chapter IV
Well, three or four months run along, and
it was well into the winter, now. I 
had been to school most all the time,
and could spell, and read, and write
just a little, and could say the mul-
tiplication table up to six times seven
is thirty-five, and I don't reckon I
could ever get any further than that
if I was to live forever. I don't take
no stock in mathematics, anyway.
At first I hated the school, but by-~
and-by I got so I could stand it.
Whenever I got uncommon tired I
played hookey, and the hiding I got
next day done me good and cheered
me up. So the longer I went to
school the easier it got to be. I was
getting sort of used to the widow's
ways, too, and they warn't so raspy
on me. Living in a house, and sleep-
ing in a bed, pulled on me pretty tight, mostly, but before the cold weather I
used to slide out and sleep in the woods, sometimes, and so that was a rest to me.
I liked the old ways best, but I was getting so I liked the new ones, too, a little bit.
The widow said I was coming along slow but sure, and doing very satisfactory. She
said she warn't ashamed of me.
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One morning I happened to turn over the salt-cellar at breakfast. I reached
for some of it as quick as I could, to throw over my left shoulder and keep off
the bad luck, but Miss Watson was in ahead of me, and crossed me off. She says,
"Take your hands away, Huckleberry -- what a mess you are always making." The
widow put in a good word for me, but that warn't going to keep off the bad luck,
I knowed that well enough. I started out, after breakfast, feeling worried and
shaky, and wondering where it was going to fall on me, and what it was going
to be. There is ways to keep off some kinds of bad luck, but this wasn't one of
them kind; so I never tried to do anything, but just poked along low-spirited and
on the watch-out.
I went down the front garden and clumb over the stile, where you go through
the high board fence. There was an inch of new snow on the ground, and I seen
somebody's tracks. They had come up from the quarry and stood around the
stile a while, and then went on around the garden fence. It was funny they hadn't
come in, after standing around so. I couldn't make it out. It was very curious,
somehow. I was going to follow around, but I stooped down to look at the tracks
first. I didn't notice anything at first, but next I did. There was a cross in the
left boot-heel made with big nails, to keep off the devil.
I was up in a second and shinning down the hill. I looked over my shoulder
every now and then, but I didn't see nobody. I was at Judge Thatcher's as quick
as I could get there. He said:
"Why, my boy, you are all out of breath. Did you come for your interest?"
"No sir," I says; "is there some for me?"
"Oh, yes, a half-yearly is in, last night. Over a hundred and fifty dollars.
Quite a fortune for you. You better let me invest it along with your six thou-
sand, because if you take it you'll spend it."
"No sir," I says, "I don't want to spend it. I don't want it at all -- nor the
six thousand, nuther. I want you to take it; I want to give it to you -- the six
thousand and all."
He looked surprised. He couldn't seem to make it out. He says:
"Why, what can you mean, my boy?"
I says, "Don't you ask me no questions about it, please. You'll take
it -- won't you?"
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He says:
"Well I'm puzzled. Is something the matter?"
"Please take it," says I, "and don't ask me nothing -- then I won't have
to tell no lies."
He studied a while, and
then he says:
"Oho-o. I think I see.
You want to sell all your 
property to me -- not give it.
That's the correct idea."
Then he wrote something
on a paper and read it over,
and says:
"There -- you see it says
'for a consideration.' That
means I have bought it of
you and paid you for it.
Here's a dollar for you.
Now, you sign it."
So I signed it, and
left.
Miss Watson's nigger,
Jim, had a hair-ball as big as your fist, which had been took out of the
fourth stomach of an ox, and he used to do magic with it. He said there
was a spirit inside of it, and it knowed everything. So I went to him that night
and told him pap was here again, for I found his tracks in the snow. What
I wanted to know, was, what he was going to do, and was he going to stay? Jim got
out his hair-ball, and said something over it, and then he held it up and dropped it
on the floor. It fell pretty solid, and only rolled about an inch. Jim tried it
again, and then another time, and it acted just the same. Jim got down on his
knees and put his ear against it and listened. But it warn't no use; he said it
wouldn't talk. He said sometimes it wouldn't talk without money. I told him I
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had an old slick counterfeit quarter that warn't no good because the brass showed
through the silver a little, and it wouldn't pass nohow, even if the brass didn't
show, because it was so slick it felt greasy, and so that would tell on it every time.
(I reckoned I wouldn't say nothing about the dollar I got from the judge.) I
I said it was pretty bad money, but maybe the hair-ball would take it, because
maybe it wouldn't know the difference. Jim smelt it, and bit it, and rubbed it,
and said he would manage so the hair-ball would think it was good. He said he
would split open a raw Irish potato and stick the quarter in between and keep it
there all night, and next morning you couldn't see no brass, and it wouldn't feel
greasy no more, and so anybody in town would take it in a minute, let alone a
hair-ball. Well, I knowed a potato would do that, before, but I had forgot it.
Jim put the quarter under the hair-ball and got down and listened again.
This time he said the
hair-ball was all right. 
He said it would tell
my whole fortune if I
wanted it to. I says,
go on. So the hair-ball
talked to Jim, and Jim
told it to me. He says:
"Yo' ole father doan'
know, yit, what he's
a-gwyne to do. Some-
times he spec he'll go
'way, en den agin he
spec he'll stay. De bes'
way is to res' easy en let de ole man take his own way. Dey's two angels hoverin'
roun' 'bout him. One uv 'em is white en shiny, en 'tother one is black. De
white one gits him to go right, a little while, den de black one sail in en bust it
all up. A body can't tell, yit, which one gwyne to fetch him at de las'. But
you is all right. You gwyne to have considable trouble in yo' life, en considable
joy. Sometimes you gwyne to git hurt, en sometimes you gwyne to git sick;
but every time you's gwyne to git well agin. Dey's two gals flyin' 'bout you
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in yo' life. One uv 'em's light en 'tother one is dark. One is rich en
'tother is po'. You's gwyne to marry de po' one fust en de rich one by-
en-by. You wants to keep 'way fum de water as much as you kin, en
don't run no resk, 'kase it's down in de bills dat you's gwyne to git hung."
When I lit my candle and went up to my room that night, there set
pap, his own self!
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Chapter V
I had shut the door to. Then I turned
around, and there he was. I used to 
be scared of him all the time, he tanned
me so much. I reckoned I was scared
now, too; but in a minute I see I was
mistaken. That is, after the first jolt,
as you may say, when my breath sort of
hitched -- he being so unexpected; but
right away after, I see I warn't scared
of him worth bothering about.
He was most fifty, and he looked it.
His hair was long and tangled and greasy,
and hung down, and y"ou could see his
eyes shining through like he was behind
vines. It was all black, no gray; so
was his long, mixed-up whiskers. There
warn't no color in his face, where his
face showed; it was white; not like
another man's white, but a white to
make a body sick, a white to make a body's flesh crawl -- a tree-toad white,
a fish-belly white. As for his clothes -- just rags, that was all. He had
one ankle resting on 'tother knee; the boot on that foot was busted, and
two of his toes stuck through, and he worked them now and then. His
hat was laying on the floor; an old black slouch with the top caved in,
like a lid.
I stood a-looking at him; he set there a-looking at me, with his chair
tilted back a little. I set the candle down. I noticed the window was
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up; so he had dumb in by the shed. He kept a-looking me all over.
By-and-by he says:
"Starchy clothes -- very. You think you're a good deal of a big-bug,
don't you?"
"Maybe I am, maybe I ain't," I says.
"Don't you give me none o' your lip," says he. "You've put on con-
siderble many frills since I been away. I'll take you down a peg before
I get done with you. You're educated, too, they say; can read and write.
You think you're betfcer'n your father, now, don't you, because he can't?
I'll take it out of you. Who told you you might meddle with such
hifalut-'n foolishness, hey? -- who told you you could?"
"The widow. She told me."
"The widow, hey? -- and who told the widow she could put in her
shovel about a thing that ain't none of her business?"
"Nobody never told her."
"Well, I'll learn her how to meddle. And looky here -- you drop that
school, you hear? I'll learn people to bring up a boy to put on airs over
his own father and let on to be better'n what he is. You lemme catch
you fooling around that school again, you hear? Your mother couldn't
read, and she couldn't write, nuther, before she died. None of the family
couldn't, before they died. I can't; and here you're a-swelling yourself
up like this. I ain't the man to stand it -- you hear? Say -- lemme hear
you read."
I took up a book and begun something about General Washington and the
wars. When I'd read about a half a minute, he fetched the book a whack with
his hand and knocked it across the house. He says:
"It's so. You can do it. I had my doubts when you told me. Now looky
here; you stop that putting on frills. I won't have it. I'll lay for you, my
smarty; and if I catch you about that school I'll tan you good. First you know
you'll get religion, too. I never see such a son."
He took up a little blue and yaller picture of some cows and a boy, and
says:
"What's this?"
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"It's something they give me for learning my lessons good--"
He tore it up, and says --
"I'll give you something better -- I'll give you a cowhide.'
He set there a-mumbling and a-growling a minute, and then he says --
"Ain't you a sweet-scented dandy, though? A bed; and bedclothes; and
a look'n-glass; and a piece
of carpet on the floor -- and 
your own father got to sleep
with the hogs in the tanyard.
I never see such a son. I
bet I'll take some o' these
frills out o' you before I'm;'
done with you. Why there
ain't no end to your airs --
they say you're rich. Hey?
-- how's that?"
"They lie -- that's how."
"Looky here -- mind how
you talk to me; I'm a-stand-
ing about all I can stand,
now -- so don't gimme no sass.
I've been in town two days,
and I hain't heard nothing but about you bein' rich. I heard about it away
down the river, too. That's why I come. You git me that money to-morrow --
I want it."
"I hain't got no money."
"It's a lie. Judge Thatcher's got it. You git it. I want it,"
"I hain't got no money, I tell you. You ask Judge Thatcher; he'll tell you
the same."
"All right. I'll ask him; and I'll make him pungle, too, or I'll know the
reason why. Say -- how much you got in your pocket? I want it."
"I hain't got only a dollar, and I want that to--"
"It don't make no difference what you want it for -- you just shell it out."
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He took it and bit it to see if it was good, and then he said he was going
down town to get some whisky; said he hadn't had a drink all day. When he
had got out on the shed, he put his head in again, and cussed me for putting
on frills and trying to be better than him; and when I reckoned he was gone, he
come back and put his head in again, and told me to mind about that school,
because he was going to lay for me and lick me if I didn't drop that.
Next day he was drunk, and he went to Judge Thatcher's and bullyragged
him and tried to make him give up the money, but he couldn't, and then he
swore he'd make the law force him.
The judge and the widow went to law to get the court to take me away from
him and let one of them be my guardian; but it was a new judge that had just
come, and he didn't know the old man; so he said courts mustn't interfere and
separate families if they could help it; said he'd druther not take a child away
from its father. So Judge Thatcher and the widow had to quit on the
business.
That pleased the old man till he couldn't rest. He said he'd cowhide me till
I was black and blue if I didn't raise some money for him. I borrowed three
dollars from Judge Thatcher, and pap took it and got drunk and went a-blowing
around and cussing and whooping and carrying on; and he kept it up all
over town, with a tin pan, till most midnight; then they jailed him, and
next day they had him before court, and jailed him again for a week. But he
said he was satisfied; said he was boss of his son, and he'd make it warm for
him.
When he got out the new judge said he was agoing to make a man of him.
So he took him to his own house, and dressed him up clean and nice, and had
him to breakfast and dinner and supper with the family, and was just old pie to
him, so to speak. And after supper he talked to him about temperance and such
things till the old man cried, and said he'd been a fool, and fooled away his life;
but now he was agoing to turn over a new leaf and be a man nobody wouldn't be
ashamed of, and he hoped the judge would help him and not look down on him.
The judge said he could hug him for them words; so he cried, and his wife she
cried again; pap said he'd been a man that had always been misunderstood before,
and the judge said he believed it. The old man said that what a man wanted
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that was down, was sympathy; and the judge said it was so; so they cried
again. And when it was bedtime, the old man rose up and held out his
hand, and says:
"Look at it gentlemen, and ladies all; take a-hold of it; shake it. There's
a hand that was the hand of a hog; but it ain't so no more; it's the hand
of a man that's started in on a new life, and 'll die before he'll go back. You
mark them words -- don't forget I said them. It's a clean hand now; shake
it -- don't be afeard."
So they shook it, one after the other, all around, and cried. The judge's
wife she kissed it. Then the old man he signed a pledge -- made his mark. The
judge said it was the holiest time on record, or something like that. Then
they tucked the old man into a beautiful room, which was the spare room, and
in the night sometime he got powerful thirsty and dumb out onto the porch-roof
and slid down a stanchion and traded his new coat for a jug of forty-rod, and
dumb back again and had a good old time; and towards daylight he crawled out
again, drunk as a fiddler, and rolled off the porch and broke his left arm in
two places and was most froze to death when somebody found him after sun-up.
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And when they come to look at that spare room, they had to take soundings
before they could navigate it.
The judge he felt kind of sore. He said he reckoned a body could reform
the ole man with a shot-gun, maybe, but he didn't know no other way.
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Chapter VI
Well, pretty soon the old man was up and
around again, and then he went for 
Judge Thatcher in the courts to make
him give up that money, and he went
for me, too, for not stopping school.
He catched me a couple of times and
thrashed me, but I went to school just
the same, and dodged him or out-run
him most of the time. I didn't want
to go to school much, before, but I
reckoned I'd go now to spite pap.
That law trial was a slow business;
appeared like they warn't ever going
to get started on it; so every now and
then I'd borrow two or three dollars
off of the judge for him, to keep from
getting a cowhiding. Every time he got money he got drunk; and every time
he got drunk he raised Cain around town; and every time he raised Cain he got
jailed. He was just suited -- this kind of thing was right in his line.
He got to hanging around the widow's too much, and so she told him at last,
that if he didn't quit using around there she would make trouble for him. Well,
wasn't he mad? He said he would show who was Huck Finn's boss. So he
watched out for me one day in the spring, and catched me, and took me up the
river about three mile, in a skiff, and crossed over to the Illinois shore where it
was woody and there warn't no houses but an old log hut in a place where the
timber was so thick you couldn't find it if you didn't know where it was.
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He kept me with him all the time, and I never got a chance to run off. We
lived in that old cabin, and he always locked the door and put the key under his
head, nights. He had a gun which he had stole, I reckon, and we fished and
hunted, "and that was what we lived on. Every little while he locked me in and
went down to the store, three miles, to the ferry, and traded fish and game for
whisky and fetched it home and got drunk and had a good time, and licked me.
The widow she found out where I was, by-and-by, and she sent a man over to try
to get hold of me, but pap drove him off with the gun, and it warn't long after
that till I was used to being where I was, and liked it, all but the cowhide part.
It was kind of lazy and jolly, laying off comfortable all day, smoking and
fishing, and no books nor study. Two months or more run along, and my
clothes got to be all rags and dirt, and I didn't see how I'd ever got to like it so well
at the widow's, where you had to wash, and eat on a plate, and comb up, and go to
bed and get up regular, and be forever bothering over a book and have old Miss
Watson pecking at you all the' time. I didn't want to go back no more. I had
stopped cussing, because the widow didn't like it; but now I took to it again
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because pap hadn't no objections. It was pretty good times up in the woods there,
take it all around.
But by-and-by pap got too handy with his hick'ry, and I couldn't stand it. I was
all over welts. He got to going away so much, too, and locking me in. Once he
locked me in and was gone three days. It was dreadful lonesome. I judged he
had got drowned and I wasn't ever going to get out any more. I was scared. I
made up my mind I would fix up some way to leave there. I had tried to
get out of that cabin many a time, but I couldn't find no way. There warn't a
window to it big enought for a dog to get through. I couldn't get up the chimbly,
it was too narrow. The door was thick solid oak slabs. Pap was pretty careful
not to leave a knife or anything in the cabin when he was away; I reckon I had
hunted the place over as much as a hundred times; well, I was 'most all the time
at it, because it was about the only way to put in the time. But this time I found
something at last; I found an old rusty wood-saw without any handle; it was
laid in between a rafter and the clapboards of the roof. I greased it up and went
to work. There was an old horse-blanket nailed against the logs at the far end
of the cabin behind the table, to keep the wind from blowing through the chinks
and putting the candle out. I got under the table and raised the blanket and
went to work to saw a section of the big bottom log out, big enough to let me
through. Well, it was a good long job, but I was getting towards the end of it
when I heard pap's gun in the woods. I got rid of the signs of my work, and
dropped the blanket and hid my saw, and pretty soon pap come in.
Pap warn't in a good humor -- so he was his natural self. He said he was down
to town, and everything was going wrong. His lawyer said he reckoned he
would win his lawsuit and get the money, if they ever got started on the trial;
but then there was ways to put it off a long time, and Judge Thatcher knowed
how to do it. And he said people allowed there'd be another trial to get me away
from him and give me to the widow for my guardian, and they guessed it would
win, this time. This shook me up considerable, because I didn't want to go back to
the widow's any more and be so cramped up and sivilized, as they called it. Then
the old man got to cussing, and cussed everything and everybody he could think of,
and then cussed them all over again to make sure he hadn't skipped any, and
after that he polished off with a kind of a general cuss all round, including a
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considerable parcel of people which he didn't know the names of, and so called them
what's-his-name, when he got to them, and went right along with his cussing.
He said he would like to see the widow get me. He said he would watch
out, and if they tried to come any such game on him he knowed of a place
six or seven mile off, to stow me in, where they might hunt till they dropped
and they couldn't find me. That made me pretty uneasy again, but only for
a minute; I reckoned I wouldn't stay on hand till he got that chance.
The old man made me go to the skiff and fetch the things he had
got. There was a fifty-pound sack of corn meal, and a side of bacon,
ammunition, and a four-gallon jug of whisky, and an old book and two
newspapers for wadding, besides some tow. I toted up a load, and went
back and set down on the bow of the skiff to rest. I thought it all over,
and I reckoned I would walk
off with the gun and some 
lines, and take to the woods
when I run away. I guessed
I wouldn't stay in one place,
but just tramp right across the
country, mostly night times,
and hunt and fish to keep alive,
and so get so far away that
the old man nor the widow
couldn't ever find me any more.
I judged I would saw out and
leave that night if pap got
drunk enough, and I reckoned
he would. I got so full of it
I didn't notice how long I
was staying, till the old man
hollered and asked me whether
I was asleep or drownded.
I got the things all up to the cabin, and then it was about dark.
While I was cooking supper the old man took a swig or two and got sort
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of warmed up, and went to ripping again. He had been drunk over in
town, and laid in the gutter all night, and he was a sight to look at.
A body would a thought he was Adam, he was just all mud. Whenever
his liquor begun to work, he most always went for the govment. This
time he says:
"Call this a govment! why, just look at it and see what it's like.
Here's the law a-standing ready to take a man's son away from him -- a
man's own son, which he has had all the trouble and all the anxiety and
ail the expense of raising. Yes, just as that man has got that son raised
at last, and ready to go to work and begin to do suthin' for him and give
him a rest, the law up and goes for him. And they call that govment!
That ain't all, nuther. The law backs that old Judge Thatcher up and
helps him to keep me out o' my property. Here's what the law does.
The law takes a man worth six thousand dollars and upards, and jams him
into an old trap of a cabin like this, and lets him go round in clothes
that ain't fitten for a hog. They call that govment! A man can't get
his rights in a govment like this. Sometimes I've a mighty notion to
just leave the country for good and all. Yes, and I told 'em so; I told old
Thatcher so to his face. Lots of 'em heard me, and can tell what I said.
Says I, for two cents I'd leave the blamed country and never come anear
it agin. Them's the very words. I says, look at my hat -- if you call
it a hat -- but the lid raises up and the rest of it goes down till it's below
my chin, and then it ain't rightly a hat at all, but more like my head
was shoved up through a jint o' stove-pipe. Look at it, says I -- such a
hat for me to wear -- one of the wealthiest men in this town, if I could git
my rights.
"Oh, yes, this is a wonderful govment, wonderful. Why, looky here.
There was a free nigger there, from Ohio; a mulatter, most as white as
a white man. He had the whitest shirt on you ever see, too, and the
shiniest hat; and there ain't a man in that town that's got as fine clothes
as what he had; and he had a gold watch and chain, and a silver-headed
cane -- the awfulest old gray-headed nabob in the State. And what do you
think? they said he was a p'fessor in a college, and could talk all kinds
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of languages, and knowed everything. And that ain't the wust. They said
he could vote, when he was at home. Well, that let me out. Thinks I,
what is the country a-coming to? It was 'lection day, and I was just about
to go and vote, myself, if I warn't too drunk to get there; but when
they told me there was a State in this country where they'd let that
nigger vote, I drawed out. I says I'll never vote agin. Them's the very
words I said; they all heard me; and the country may rot for all me --
I'll never vote agin as long as I live. And to see the cool way of that
nigger -- why, he wouldn't a give me the road if I hadn't shoved him out
o' the way. I says to the people, why ain't this nigger put up at auction
and sold? -- that's what I want to know. And what do you reckon they
said? Why, they said he couldn't be sold till he'd been in the State six
months, and he hadn't been there that long yet. There, now -- that's a
specimen. They call that a govment that can't sell a free nigger till he's
been in the State six months. Here's a govment that calls itself a govment,
and lets on to be a govment, and thinks it is a govment, and yet's got
to set stock-still for six whole months before it can take a-hold of a prowling,
thieving, infernal, white-shirted free nigger, and--"
Pap was agoing on so, he never noticed where his old limber legs was
taking him to, so he went head over heels over the tub of salt pork, and
barked both shins, and the rest of his speech was all the hottest kind of
language -- mostly hove at the nigger and the govment, though he give the
tub some, too, all along, here and there. He hopped around the cabin
considerable, first on one leg and then on the other, holding first one shin
and then the other one, and at last he let out with his left foot all of a
sudden and fetched the tub a rattling kick. But it warn't good judgment,
because that was the boot that had a couple of his toes leaking out of the
front end of it; so now he raised a howl that fairly made a body's hair
raise, and down he went in the dirt, and rolled there, and held his toes;
and the cussing he done then laid over anything he had ever done previous.
He said so his own self, afterwards. He had heard old Sowberry Hagan
in his best days, and he said it laid over him, too; but I reckon that was
sort of piling it on, maybe.
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After supper pap took the jug, and said he had enough whisky there for
two drunks and one delirium
tremens. That was 
his word. I judged he would
be blind drunk in about an
hour, and then I would steal
the key, or saw myself out,
one or 'tother. He drank, and
drank, and tumbled down on
his blankets, by-and-by; but
luck didn't run my way. He
didn't go sound asleep, but
was uneasy. He groaned, and
moaned, and thrashed around
this way and that, for a long
time. At last I got so sleepy
I couldn't keep my eyes open,
all I could do, and so before
I knowed what I was about
I was sound asleep, and the
candle burning.
I don't know how long I was asleep, but all of a sudden there was an
awful scream and I was up. There was pap, looking wild and skipping
around every which way and yelling about snakes. He said they was crawl-
ing up his legs; and then he would give a jump and scream, and say one
had bit him on the cheek -- but I couldn't see no snakes. He started and
rim round and round the cabin, hollering "take him off! take him off!
he's biting me on the neck!" I never see a man look so wild in the eyes.
Pretty soon he was all fagged out, and fell down panting; then he rolled
over and over, wonderful fast, kicking things every which way, and striking
and grabbing at the air with his hands, and screaming, and saying there was
devils a-hold of him. He wore out, by-and-by, and laid still a while,
moaning. Then he laid stiller, and didn't make a sound, I could hear
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the owls and the wolves, away off in the woods, and it seemed terrible
still. He was laying over by the corner. By-and-by he raised up, part
way, and listened, with his head to one side. He says very low:
"Tramp -- tramp -- tramp; that's the dead; tramp -- tramp -- tramp; they're
coming after me; bub I won't go -- Oh, they're here! don't touch me -- don't!
hands off -- they're cold; let go -- Oh, let a poor devil alone!"
Then he went down on all fours and crawled off begging them to let
him alone, and he rolled himself up in his blanket and wallowed in under the
old pine table, still a-begging; and then he went to crying. I could hear
him through the blanket.
By-and-by he rolled out and jumped up on his feet looking wild, and
he see me and went for me. He chased me round and round the place,
with a clasp-knife, calling me the Angel of Death and saying he would
kill me and then I couldn't come for him no more. I begged, and told
him I was only Huck, but he laughed such a screechy laugh, and roared
and cussed, and kept on chasing me up. Once when I turned short and
dodged under his arm he made a grab and got me by the jacket between
my shoulders, and I thought I was gone; but I slid out of the jacket
quick as lightning, and saved myself. Pretty soon he was all tired out,
and dropped down with his back against the door, and said he would rest
a minute and then kill me. He put his 'knife under him, and said he
would sleep and get strong, and then he would see who was who.
So he dozed off, pretty soon. By-and-by I got the old split-bottom
chair and dumb up, as easy as I could, not to make any noise, and got
down the gun. I slipped the ramrod down it to make sure it was loaded,
and then I laid it across the turnip barrel, pointing towards pap, and set
down behind it to wait for him to stir. And how slow and still the time
did drag along.
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Chapter VII
"Git up! what you 'bout!"
I opened my eyes and looked
around, trying to make out where I 
was. It was after sun-up, and I had
been sound asleep. Pap was standing
over me, looking sour -- and sick, too.
He says --
"What you doin' with this
gun?"
I judged he didn't know nothing
about what he had been doing, so I
says:
"Somebody tried to get in, so I
was laying for him."
"Why didn't you roust me out?"
"Well I tried to, but I couldn't;
I couldn't budge you."
"Well, all right. Don't stand there palavering all day, but out with
you and see if there's a fish on the lines for breakfast. I'll be along in
a minute."
He unlocked the door and I cleared out, up the river bank. I
noticed some pieces of limbs and such things floating down, and a sprink-
ling of bark; so I knowed the river had begun to rise. I reckoned I
would have great times, now, if I was over at the town. The June rise
used to be always luck for me; because as soon as that rise begins, here
comes cord-wood floating down, and pieces of log rafts -- sometimes a dozen
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logs together; so all you have to do is to catch them and sell them to the
wood yards and the sawmill.
I went along up the bank with one eye out for pap and 'tother one out for
what the rise might fetch along. Well, all at once, here comes a canoe; just a
beauty, too, about thirteen or fourteen foot long, riding high like a duck. I
shot head first off of the bank, like a frog, clothes and all on, and struck out
for the canoe. I just expected there'd be somebody laying down in it, because
people often done that to fool folks, and when a chap had pulled a skiff out most
to it they'd raise up and laugh at him. But it warn't so this time. It was a
drift-canoe, sure enough, and I dumb in and paddled her ashore. Thinks I,
the old man will be glad when he sees this -- she's worth ten dollars. But when
I got to shore pap wasn't in sight yet, and as I was running her into a little
creek like a gully, all hung over with vines and willows, I struck another idea;
I judged I'd hide her good, and then, stead of taking to the woods when I run
off, I'd go down the river about fifty mile and camp in one place for good, and
not have such a rough time tramping on foot.
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It was pretty close to the shanty, and I thought I heard the old man coming,
all the time; but I got her hid; and then I out and looked around a bunch of
willows, and there was the old man down the path apiece just drawing a bead on
a bird with his gun. So he hadn't seen anything.
When he got along, I was hard at it taking up a "trot" line. He abused me a
little for being so slow, but I told him I fell in the river and that was what made
me so long. I knowed he would see I was wet, and then he would be asking
questions. We got five cat-fish off of the lines and went home.
While we laid off, after breakfast, to sleep up, both of us being about wore
out, I got to thinking that if I could fix up some way to keep pap and the widow
from trying to follow me, it would be a certainer thing than trusting to luck to
get far enough off before they missed me; you see, all kinds of things might
happen. Well, I didn't see no way for a while, but by-and-by pap raised up a
minute, to drink another barrel of water, and he says:
"Another time a man comes a-prowling round here, you roust me out, you
hear? That man warn't here for no good. I'd a shot him, Next time, you
roust me out, you hear?"
Then he dropped down and went to sleep again -- but what he had been saying
give me the very idea I wanted. I says to myself, I can fix it now so nobody
won't think of following me.
About twelve o'clock we turned out and went along up the bank. The river
was coming up pretty fast, and lots of drift-wood going by on the rise. By-and-
by, along comes part of a log raft -- nine logs fast together. We went out with
the skiff and towed it ashore. Then we had dinner. Anybody but pap would a
waited and seen the day through, so as to catch more stuff; but that warn't pap's
style. Nine logs was enough for one time; he must shove right over to town
and sell. So he locked me in and took the skiff and started off towing the raft
about half-past three. I judged he wouldn't come back that night. I waited
till I reckoned he had got a good start, then I out with my saw and went to
work on that log again. Before he was 'tother side of the river I was out of the
hole; him and his raft was just a speck on the water away off yonder.
I took the sack of corn meal and took it to where the canoe was hid, and
shoved the vines and branches apart and put it in; then I done the same with
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the side of bacon; then the whisky jug; I took all the coffee and sugar there
was, and all the ammunition; I took the wadding; I took the bucket and gourd,
I took a dipper and a tin cup, and my old saw and two blankets, and the skillet
and the coffee-pot. I took fish-lines and matches and other things -- everything
that was worth a cent. I cleaned out the place. I wanted an axe, but there
wasn't any, only the one out at the wood pile, and I knowed why I was going to
leave that. I fetched out the gun, and now I was done.
I had wore the ground a good deal, crawling out of the hole and dragging out
so many things. So I fixed that as good as I could from the outside by scattering
dust on the place, which covered up the smoothness and the sawdust. Then I
fixed the piece of log back into its place, and put two rocks under it and one
against it to hold it there,-for it was bent up at that place, and didn't quite
touch ground. If you stood four or five foot away and didn't know it was sawed,
you wouldn't ever notice it; and besides, this was the back of the cabin and it
warn't likely anybody would go fooling around there.
It was all grass clear to the canoe; so I hadn't left a track. I followed
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around to see. I stood on the bank and looked out over the river. All safe.
So I took the gun and went up a piece into the woods and was hunting around
for some birds, when I see a wild pig; hogs soon went wild in them bottoms
after they had got away from the prairie farms. I shot this fellow and took
him into camp.
I took the axe and smashed in the door -- I beat it and hacked it considerable,
a-doing it. I fetched the pig in and took him back nearly to the table and
hacked into his throat with the ax, and laid him down on the ground to bleed --
I say ground, because it was ground -- hard packed, and no boards. Well, next I
took an old sack and put a lot of big rocks in it, -- all I could drag -- and I started
it from the pig and dragged it to the door and through the woods down to the
river and dumped it in, and down it sunk, out of sight. You could easy see that
something had been dragged over the ground. I did wish Tom Sawyer was
there, I knowed he would take an interest in this kind of business, and throw in
the fancy touches. Nobody could spread himself like Tom Sawyer in such a
thing as that.
Well, last I pulled out some of my hair, and bloodied the ax good, and stuck it
on the back side, and slung the ax in the corner. Then I took up the pig and held
him to my breast with my jacket (so he couldn't drip) till I got a good piece be-
low the house and then dumped him into the river. Now I thought of something
else. So I went and got the bag of meal and my old saw out of the canoe and
fetched them to the house. I took the bag to where it used to stand, and ripped
a hole in the bottom of it with the was, for there warn't no knives and forks on
the place -- pap done everything with his clasp-knife, about the cooking. Then
I carried the sack about a hundred yards across the grass and through the willows
east of the house, to a shallow lake that was five mile wide and full of rushes --
and ducks too, you might say, in the season. There was a slough or a creek
leading out of it on the other side, that went miles away, I don't know where,
but it didn't go to the river. The meal sifted out and made a little track all the
way to the lake. I dropped pap's whetstone there too, so as to look like it had
been done by accident. Then I tied up the rip in the meal sack with a string,
so it wouldn't leak no more, and took it and my saw to the canoe again.
It was about dark, now; so I dropped the canoe down the river under some
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willows that hung over the bank, and waited for the moon to rise. I made fast
to a willow; then I took a bite to eat, and by-and-by laid down in the canoe to
smoke a pipe and lay out a plan. I says to myself, they'll follow the track of
that sackful of rocks to the shore and then drag the river for me. And they'll
follow that meal track to the lake and go browsing down the creek that leads
out of it to find the robbers that killed me and took the things. They won't
ever hunt the river for anything but my dead carcass. They'll soon get tired of
that, and won't bother no more about me. All right; I can stop anywhere I
want to. Jackson's Island is good enough for me; I know that island pretty
well, and nobody ever comes there. And then I can paddle over to town, nights,
and slink around and pick up things I want. Jackson's Island's the place.
I was pretty tired, and the first thing I knowed, I was asleep. When I
woke up I didn't know where I was, for a minute. I set up and looked
around, a little scared. Then I remembered. The river looked miles and miles
across. The moon was so bright I could a counted the drift logs that went a
slipping along, black and still, hundred of yards out from shore. Everything was
dead quiet, and it looked late, and smelt late. You know what I mean -- I don't
know the words to put it in.
I took a good gap and a stretch, and was just going to unhitch and start, when
I heard a sound away over the water. I listened. Pretty soon I made it out. It
was that dull kind of a regular sound that comes from oars working in rowlocks
when it's a still night. I peeped out through the willow branches, and there
it was -- a skiff, away across the water. I couldn't tell how many was in it. It
kept a-coming, and when it was abreast of me I see there warn't but one man in
it. Thinks I, maybe it's pap, though I warn't expecting him. He dropped
below me, with the current, and by-and-by he come a-swinging up shore in the
easy water, and he went by so close I could a reached out the gun and touched
him. Well, it was pap, sure enough -- and sober, too, by the way he laid to his
oars.
I didn't lose no time. The next minute I was a-spinning down stream soft but
quick in the shade of the bank. I made two mile and a half, and then struck
out a quarter of a mile or more towards the middle of the river, because pretty
soon I would be passing the ferry landing and people might see me and hail
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me. I got out amongst the drift-wood and then laid down in the bottom of the
canoe and let her float. I laid there and had a good rest and a smoke out of my
pipe, looking away into the sky, not a cloud in it. The sky looks ever so deep
when you lay down on your back in the moonshine; I never knowed it before.
And how far a body can hear on the water such nights! I heard people talking at
the ferry landing. I heard what they said, too, every word of it. One man said
it was getting towards the long days and the short nights, now. 'Tother one said
this warn't one of the short ones, he reckoned -- and then they laughed, and he said it
over again and they laughed again; then they waked up another fellow and told
him, and laughed, but he didn't laugh; he ripped out something brisk and said leave
him alone. The first fellow said he 'lowed to tell it to his old woman -- she would
think it was pretty good; but he said that warn't nothing to some things he had
said in his time. I heard one man say it was nearly three o'clock, and he hoped
daylight wouldn't wait more than about a week longer. After that, the talk got
further and further away, and I couldn't make out the words any more, but I could
hear the mumble; and now and then a laugh, too, but it seemed a long ways off.
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I was away below the ferry now. I rose up and there was Jackson's
Island, about two mile and a half down stream, heavy-timbered and standing
up out of the middle of the river, big and dark and solid, like a steamboat
without any lights. There warn't any signs of the bar at the head -- it was
all under water, now.
It didn't take me long to get there. I shot past the head at a ripping
rate, the current was so swift, and then I got into the dead water and landed
on the side towards the Illinois shore. I run the canoe into a deep dent in
the bank that I knowed about; I had to part the willow branches to get in;
and when I made fast nobody could a seen the canoe from the outside.
I went up and set down on a log at the head of the island and looked
out on the big river and the black driftwood, and away over to the town,
three mile away, where there was three or four lights twinkling. A monstrous
big lumber raft was about a mile up stream, coming along down, with a
lantern in the middle of it. I watched it come creeping down, and when it
was most abreast of where I stood I heard a man say, "Stern oars, there!
heave her head to stabboard!" I heard that just as plain as if the man was
by my side.
There was a little gray in the sky, now; so I stepped into the woods and
laid down for a nap before breakfast.
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Chapter VIII
The sun was up so high when I waked,
that I judged it was after eight o'clock. 
I laid there in the grass and the cool
shade, thinking about things and feeling
rested and ruther comfortable and satis-
fied. I could see the sun out at one or
two holes, but mostly it was big trees
all about, and gloomy in there amongst
them. There was freckled places on
the ground where the light sifted down
through the leaves, and the freckled
places swapped about a little, showing
there was a little breeze up there. A
couple of squirrels set on a limb and
jabbered at me very friendly.
I was powerful lazy and comfortable --
didn't want to get up and cook breakfast. Well, I was dozing off again,
when I thinks I hears a deep sound of "boom!" away up the river. I
rouses up and rests on my elbow and listens; pretty soon I hears it again.
I hopped up and went and looked out at a hole in the leaves, and I see
a bunch of smoke laying on the water a long ways up -- about abreast the
ferry. And there was the ferry-boat full of people, floating along down. I
knowed what was the matter, now. "Boom!" I see the white smoke
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squirt out of the ferry-boat's side. You see, they was firing cannon over the
water, trying to make my carcass come to the top.
I was pretty hungry, but it warn't going to do for me to start a fire,
because they might see the smoke. So I set there and watched the cannon-
smoke and listened to the boom. The river was a mile wide, there, and
it always looks pretty on a summer morning -- so I was having a good enough
time seeing them hunt for my remainders, if I only had a bite to eat.
Well, then I happened to think how they always put quicksilver in loaves
of bread and float them off because they always go right to the drownded
carcass and stop there. So says I, I'll keep a lookout, and if any of them's
floating around after me, I'll give them a show. I changed to the Illinois
edge of the island to see what luck I could have, and I warn't disappointed.
A big double loaf come along, and I most got it, with a long stick, but
my foot slipped and she floated out further. Of course I was where the
current set in the closest to the shore -- I knowed enough for that. But by-and-by
along comes another one, and this time I won. I took out the plug and
shook out the little dab of quicksilver, and set my teeth in. It was "baker's
bread" -- what the quality eat -- none of your low-down corn-pone.
I got a good place amongst the leaves, and set there on a log, munching
the bread and watching the ferry-boat, and very well satisfied. And then
something struck me. I says, now I reckon the widow or the parson or
somebody prayed that this bread would find me, and here it has gone and
done it. So there ain't no doubt but there is something in that thing.
That is, there's something in it when a body like the widow or the parson
prays, but it don't work for me, and I reckon it don't work for only just
the right kind.
I lit a pipe and had a good long smoke and went on watching. The
ferry-boat was floating with the current, and I allowed I'd have a chance
to see who was aboard when she come along, because she would come in
close, where the bread did. When she'd got pretty well along down towards
me, I put out my pipe and went to where I fished out the bread, and
laid down behind a log on the bank in a little open place. Where the
log forked I could peep through.
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By-and-by she come along, and she drifted in so close that they could
a run out a plank and walked ashore. Most everybody was on the boat.
Pap, and Judge Thatcher, and Bessie Thatcher, and Joe Harper, and Tom
Sawyer, and his old Aunt Polly, and Sid and Mary, and plenty more. Every-
body was talking about the murder, but the captain broke in and says:
"Look sharp, now; the current sets in the closest here, and maybe he's
washed ashore and got tangled amongst the brush at the water's edge. I hope so,
anyway."
I didn't hope so. They all crowded up and leaned over the rails, nearly in
my face, and kept still, watching with all their might. I could see them first-
rate, but they couldn't see
me. Then the captain sung 
out:
"Stand away!" and the
cannon let off such a blast
right before me that it made
me deef with the noise and
pretty near blind with the
smoke, and I judged I was
gone. If they'd a had some
bullets in, I reckon they'd a
got the corpse they was after.
Well, I see I warn't hurt,
thanks to goodness. The boat
floated on and went out of sight
around the shoulder of the isl-
and. I could hear the boom-
ing, now and then, further and
further off, and by-and-by after
an hour, I didn't hear it no
more. The island was three
mile long. I judged they had
got to the foot, and was giving it up. But they didn't yet a while. They turned
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around the foot of the island and started up the channel on the Missouri side,
under steam, and booming once in a while as they went. I crossed over to
that side and watched them. When they got abreast the head of the island they
quit shooting and dropped over to the Missouri shore and went home to the
town.
I knowed I was all right now. Nobody else would come a-hunting after me.
I got my traps out of the canoe and made me a nice camp in the thick woods.
I made a kind of a tent out of my blankets to put my things under so the rain
couldn't get at them. I catched a cat-fish and haggled him open with my saw,
and towards sundown I started
my camp fire and had supper. 
Then I set out a line to catch
some fish for breakfast.
When it was dark I set by my
camp fire smoking, and feeling
pretty satisfied; but by-and-by it
got sort of lonesome, and so I
went and set on the bank and
listened to the currents washing
along, and counted the stars and
drift-logs and rafts that come
down, and then went to bed;
there ain't no better way to put
in time when you are lonesome;
you can't stay so, you soon get
over it.
And so for three days and
nights. No difference -- just the
same thing. But the next day
I went exploring around down
through the island. I was boss of it; it all belonged to me, so to say, and I
wanted to know all about it; but mainly I wanted to put in the time. I
found plenty strawberries, ripe and prime; and green summer-grapes, and
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green razberries; and the green blackberries was just beginning to show.
They would all come handy by-and-by, I judged.
Well, I went fooling along in the deep woods till I judged I warn't far from
the foot of the island. I had my gun along, but I hadn't shot nothing; it was
for protection; thought I would kill some game nigh home. About this time
I mighty near stepped on a good sized snake, and it went sliding off through
the grass and flowers, and I after it, trying to get a shot at it. I clipped along,
and all of a sudden I bounded right on to the ashes of a camp fire that was
still smoking.
My heart jumped up amongst my lungs. I never waited for to look further,
but uncocked my gun and went sneaking back on my tip-toes as fast as ever I
could. Every now and then I stopped a second, amongst the thick leaves, and
listened; but my breath come so hard I couldn't hear nothing else. I slunk
along another piece further, then listened again; and so on, and so on; if I
see a stump, I took it for a man; if I trod on a stick and broke it, it made me
feel like a person had cut one of my breaths in two and I only got half, and the
short half, too.
When I got to camp I warn't feeling very brash, there warn't much sand in
my craw; but I says, this ain't no time to be fooling around. So I got all my
traps into my canoe again so as to have them out of sight, and I put out the fire
and scattered the ashes around to look like an old last year's camp, and then
clumb a tree.
I reckon I was up in the tree two hours; but I didn't see nothing, I didn't
hear nothing -- I only thought I heard and seen as much as a thousand things.
Well, I couldn't stay up there forever; so at last I got down, but I kept in the
thick woods and on the lookout all the time. All I could get to eat was berries
and what was left over from breakfast.
By the time it was night I was pretty hungry. So when it was good and
dark, I slid out from shore before moonrise and paddled over to the Illinois
bank -- about a quarter of a mile. I went out in the woods and cooked a supper,
and I had about made up my mind I would stay there all night, when I hear a
plunkety-plunk, plunkety-plunk, and says to myself, horses coming; and next I
hear people's voices. I got everything into the canoe as quick as I could, and
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then went creeping through the woods to see what I could find out. I hadn't
got far when I hear a man say:
"We better camp here, if we can find a good place; the horses is about beat
out. Let's look around."
I didn't wait, but shoved out and paddled away easy. I tied up in the old
place, and reckoned I would sleep in the canoe.
I didn't sleep much. I couldn't, somehow, for thinking. And every time I
waked up I thought somebody had me by the neck. So the sleep didn't do me
no good. By-and-by I says to myself, I can't live this way; I'm agoing to find
out who it is that's here on the island with me; I'll find it out or bust. Well, I
felt better, right off.
So I took my paddle and slid out from shore just a step or two, and then let
the canoe drop along down amongst the shadows. The moon was shining, and
outside of the shadows it made it most as light as day. I poked along well onto
an hour, everything still as rocks and sound asleep. Well by this time I was
most down to the foot of the island. A little ripply, cool breeze begun to blow,
and that was as good as saying the night was about done. I give her a turn with
the paddle and brung her nose to shore; then I got my gun and slipped out and
into the edge of the woods. I set down there on a log and looked out through
the leaves. I see the moon go off watch and the darkness begin to blanket the
river. But in a little while I see a pale streak over the tree-tops, and knowed the
day was coming. So I took my gun and slipped off towards where I had run
across that camp fire, stopping every minute or two to listen. But I hadn't no
luck, somehow; I couldn't seem to find the place. But by-and-by, sure enough,
I catched a glimpse of fire, away through the trees. I went for it, cautious and
slow. By-and-by I was close enough to have a look, and there laid a man on the
ground. It most give me the fan-tods. He had a blanket around his head, and
his head was nearly in the fire. I set there behind a clump of bushes, in
about six foot of him, and kept my eyes on him steady. It was getting gray
daylight, now. Pretty soon he gapped, and stretched himself, and hove off
the blanket, and it was Miss Watson's Jim! I bet I was glad to see him. I
says:
"Hello, Jim!" and skipped out.
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He bounced up and stared at me wild. Then he drops down on his knees,
and puts his hands together and says:
"Doan' hurt me -- don't! I hain't ever done no harm to a ghos'. I awluz
liked dead people, en done all I could for 'em. You go en git in de river agin,
whah you b'longs, en doan' do nuffn to Ole Jim, 'at 'uz awluz yo' fren'."
Well, I warn't long making him understand I warn't dead. I was ever so glad
to see Jim. I warn't lonesome, now. I told him I warn't afraid of him telling
the people where I was. I talked along, but he only set there and looked at me;
never said nothing. Then I says:
"It's good daylight. Le's get breakfast. Make up your camp fire good."
"What's de use er makin' up de camp fire to cook strawbries en sich truck?
But you got a gun, hain't you? Den we kin git sumfn better den strawbries."
"Strawberries and such truck," I says. "Is that what you live on?"
"I couldn' git nuffn else," he says.
"Why, how long you been on the island, Jim?"
"I come heah de night arter you's killed."
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"What, all that time?"
"Yes-indeedy."
"And ain't you had nothing but that kind of rubbage to eat?"
"No, sah -- nuffn else."
"Well, you must be most starved, ain't you? '
"I reck'n I could eat a hoss. I think I could. How long you ben on de
islan'?"
"Since the night I got killed."
"No! W'y, what has you lived on? But you got a gun. Oh, yes, you got a
gun. Dat's good. Now you kill sumfn en I'll make up de fire."
So we went over to where the canoe was, and while lie built a fire in a grassy
open place amongst the trees, I fetched meal and bacon and coffee, and coffee-pot
and frying-pan, and sugar and tin cups, and the nigger was set back consider-
able, because he reckoned it was all done with witchcraft. I catched a good big
cat-fish, too, and Jim cleaned him with his knife, and fried him.
When breakfast was ready, we lolled on the grass and eat it smoking hot.
Jim laid it in with all his might, for he was most about starved. Then when we
had got pretty well stuffed, we laid off and lazied.
By-and-by Jim says:
"But looky here, Huck, who wuz it dat 'uz killed in dat shanty, ef it warn't
you?"
Then I told him the whole thing, and he said it was smart. He said Tom
Sawyer couldn't get up no better plan than what I had. Then I says:
"--How do you come to be here, Jim, and how'd you get here?"
He looked pretty uneasy, and didn't say nothing for a minute. Then he
says:
"Maybe I better not tell."
"Why, Jim?"
"Well, dey's reasons. But you wouldn' tell on me ef I 'uz to tell you, would
you, Huck?"
"Blamed if I would, Jim."
"Well, I b'lieve you, Huck. I -- I run off."
"Jim!"
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"But mind, you said you wouldn't tell -- you know you said you wouldn't tell,
Huck."
"Well, I did. I said I wouldn't, and I'll stick to it. Honest injun I will.
People would call me a low down Ablitionist and despise me for keeping mum
but that don't make no difference. I ain't agoing to tell, and I ain't agoing back
there anyways. So now, le's know all about it."
"Well, you see, it 'uz dis way. Ole Missus -- dat's Miss Watson -- she pecks
on me all de time, en treats me pooty rough, but she awluz said she wouldn'
sell me down to Orleans. But I noticed dey wuz a nigger trader roun' de place
considable, lately, en I begin to git oneasy. Well, one night I creeps to de
do', pooty late, en de do' warn't quite shet, en I hear ole missus tell de
widder she gwyne to sell me down to Orleans, but she didn' want to, but she
could git eight hund'd dollars for me, en it 'uz sich a big stack o' money she
couldn' resis'. De widder she try to git her to say she wouldn' do it, but I
never waited to hear de res'. I lit out mighty quick, I tell you.
"I tuck out en shin down de hill en 'spec to steal a skift 'long de sho'
som'ers 'bove de town, but dey wuz people a-stirrin' yit, so I hid in de ole
tumble-down cooper shop on de bank to wait for everybody to go 'way. Well,
I wuz dah all night. Dey wuz somebody roun' all de time. 'Long 'bout six
in de mawnin', skifts begin to go by, en 'bout eight er nine every skift dat
went 'long wuz talkin' 'bout how yo' pap come over to de town en say you's
killed. Dese las' skifts wuz full o' ladies en genlmen agoin' over for to see
de place. Sometimes dey'd pull up at de sho' en take a res' b'fo' dey started
acrost, so by de talk I got to know all 'bout de killin'. I 'uz powerful sorry
you's killed, Huck, but I ain't no mo', now.
"I laid dah under de shavins all day. I 'uz hungry, but I warn't afeared;
bekase I knowed ole missus en de widder wuz goin' to start to de camp-meetn'
right arter breakfas' en be gone all day, en dey knows I goes off wid de cattle
'bout daylight, so dey wouldn' 'spec to see me roun' de place, en so dey
wouldn' miss me tell arter dark in de evenin'. De yuther servants wouldn'
miss me, kase dey'd shin out en take holiday, soon as de ole folks 'uz out'n
de way.
"Well, when it come dark I tuck out up de river road, en went 'bout
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two mile er more to whah dey warn't no houses. I'd made up my mine
'bout what Fs agwyne to do. You see ef I kep' on try in' to git away afoot,
de dogs 'ud track me; ef I stole a skift to cross over, dey'd miss dat skift,
you see, en dey'd know 'bout whah I'd lan' on de yuther side en whah to
pick up my track. So I says, a raff is what I's arter; it doan' make no
track.
"I see a light a-comin' roun' de p'int, bymeby, so I wade' in en shove' a
log ahead o' me, en swum more'n half-way acrost de river, en got in 'mongst
de drift-wood, en kep' my head down low, en kinder swum agin de current
tell de raff come along. Den I swum to de stern uv it, en tuck aholt. It
clouded up en 'uz pooty dark for a little while. So I clumb up en laid
down on de planks. De men 'uz all 'way yonder in de middle, whah de
lantern wuz. De river wuz arisin' en dey wuz a good current, so I reck'n'd
'at by fo' in de mawnin' I'd be twenty-five mile down de river, en den I'd slip
in, jis' b'fo' daylight, en swim asho' en take to de woods on de lllinoi side.
"But I didn' have no luck. When we 'uz mos' down to de head er de
islan', a man begin to come aft wid de lantern. I see it warn't no use fer
to wait, so I slid overboad, en struck out fer de islan'. Well, I had a notion
I could lan' mos' anywhers, but I couldn't -- bank too bluff. I 'uz mos' to
de foot er de islan' b'fo' I foun' a good place. I went into de woods en
jedged I wouldn' fool wid raffs no mo', long as dey move de lantern roun'
so. I had my pipe en a plug er dog-leg, en some matches in my cap, en dey
warn't wet, so I 'uz all right."
"And so you ain't had no meat nor bread to eat all this time? Why
didn't you get mud-turkles?"
"How you gwyne to git'm? You can't slip up on urn en grab urn; en
how's a body gwyne to hit urn wid a rock? How could a body do it in de
night? en I warn't gwyne to show mysef on de bank in de daytime."
"Well, that's so. You've had to keep in the woods all the time, of
course. Did you hear 'em shooting the cannon?"
"Oh, yes. I knowed dey was arter you. I see urn go by heah; watched
urn thoo de bushes."
Some young birds come along, flying a yard or two at a time and lighting.
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Jim said it was a sign it was going to rain. He said it was a sign when young
chickens flew that way, and so he reckoned it was the same way when young
birds done it. I was going to catch some of them, but Jim wouldn't let me.
He said it was death. He said his father laid mighty sjck once, and some of
them catched a bird, and his old granny said his father would die, and he
did.
And Jim said you musn't count the things you are going to cook for dinner,
because that would bring bad luck. The same if you shook the table-cloth
after sundown. And he said if a man owned a bee-hive, and that man died,
the bees must be told about it before sun-up next morning, or else the bees
would all weaken down and quit work and die. Jim said bees wouldn't sting
idiots; but I didn't believe that, because I had tried them lots of times
myself, and they wouldn't sting me.
I had heard about some of these things before, but not all of them.
Jim knowed all kinds of signs. He said he knowed most everything.
I said it looked to me like all the signs was about bad luck, and so I asked
him if there warn't any good-luck signs. He says:
"Mighty few -- an' dey ain' no use to a body. What you want to
know when good luck's a-comin' for? want to keep it off?" And he said:
"Ef you's got hairy arms en a hairy breas', it's a sign dat you's agwyne
to be rich. Well, dey's some use in a sign like dat, 'kase it's so fur
ahead. You see, maybe you's got to be po' a long time fust, en so you
might git discourage' en kill yo'sef 'f you didn' know by de sign dat you
gwyne to be rich bymeby."
"Have you got hairy arms and a hairy breast, Jim?"
"What's de use to ax dat question? don' you see I has?"
"Well, are you rich?"
"No, but I ben rich wunst, and gwyne to be rich agin Wunst I had
foteen dollars, but I tuck to specalat'n', en got bnsted out."
"What did you speculate in, Jim?"
"Well, fust I tackled stock."
"What kind of stock?"
"Why, live stock. Cattle, you know. I put ten dollars in a cow.
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But I ain' gwyne to resk no mo' money in stock. De cow up 'n' died
on my ban's."
"So you lost the ten dollars."
"No, I didn? lose it all. I on'y los' 'bout nine of it. I sole de hide en
taller for a dollar en ten cents."
"You had five dollars and ten cents left. Did you speculate any
more?"
"Yes. You know dat one-laigged nigger dat b'longs to old Misto
Bradish? well, he sot up a
bank, en say anybody dat put 
in a dollar would git fo'
dollars mo' at de en' er de
year. Well, all de niggers went
in, but dey didn' have much.
I wuz de on'y one dat had
much. So I stuck out for mo'
dan fo' dollars, en I said 'f I
didn' git it I'd start a bank
mysef. Well o' course dat
nigger want' to keep me out er
de business, bekase he say
dey warn't business 'nough for
two banks, so he say I could
put in my five dollars en he
pay me thirty-five at de en'
er de year.
"So I done it. Den I
reck'n'd I'd inves' de thirty-
five dollars right off en keep
things a-movin'. Dey wuz a
nigger name' Bob, dat had ketched a wood-flat, en his marster didn'
know it; en I bought it off'n him en told him to take de thirty-five
dollars when de en' er de year come; but somebody stole de wood-flat dat
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night, en nex' day de one-laigged nigger say de bank 's busted. So dey
didn' none uv us git no money."
"What did you do with the ten cents, Jim?"
"Well, I 'uz gwyne to spen' it, but I had a dream, en de dream tole
me to give it to a nigger name' Balum -- Balum's Ass dey call him for short,
he's one er dem chuckle-heads, you know. But he's lucky, dey say, en I
see I warn't lucky. De dream say let Balum inves' de ten cents en he'd
make a raise for me. Well, Balum he tuck de money, en when he wuz
in church he hear de preacher say dat whoever give to de po' len' to de
Lord, en boun' to git his" money back a hund'd times. So Balum he tuck
en give de ten cents to de po,' en laid low to see what wuz gwyne to
come of it."
"Well, what did come of it, Jim?"
"Nuffn' never come of it. I couldn' manage to k'leck dat money no
way; en Balum he couldn'. I ain' gwyne to len' no mo' money 'dout I
see de security. Bonn' to git yo' money back a hund'd times, de preacher
says! Ef I could git de ten cents back, I'd call it squah, en be glad er
de chanst."
"Well, it's all right, anyway, Jim, long as you're going to be rich
again some time or other."
"Yes -- en I's rich now, come to look at it. I owns mysef, en I's
wuth eight hund'd dollars. I wisht I had de money, I wouldn' want no
mo'."
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Chapter IX
I wanted to go and look at a
place right about the middle of 
the island, that I'd found when I
was exploring; so we started, and
soon got to it, because the island
was only three miles long and a
quarter of a mile wide.
This place was a tolerable long
steep hill or ridge, about forty
foot high. We had a rough time
getting to the top, the sides was
so steep and the bushes so thick.
We tramped and dumb around
all over it, and by-and-by found
a good big cavern in the rock,
most up to the top on the side
towards Illinois. The cavern was
as big as two or three rooms
bunched together, and Jim could
stand up straight in it. It was
cool in there. Jim was for putting
our traps in there, right away,
but I said we didn't want to be
climbing up and down there all the time.
Jim said if we had the canoe hid in a good place, and had all the
traps in the cavern, we could rush there if anybody was to come to the
island, and they would never find us without dogs. And besides, he said
them little birds had said it was going to rain, and did I want the things
to get wet?
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So we went back and got the canoe and paddled up abreast the cavern, and
lugged all the traps up there. Then we hunted up a place close by to hide the
canoe in, amongst the thick willows. We took some fish off of the lines and
set them again, and begun to get ready for dinner.
The door of the cavern was big enough to roll a hogshead in, and on one
side of the door the floor stuck out a little bit and was flat and a good place to
build a fire on. So we built it there and cooked dinner.
We spread the blankets inside for a carpet, and eat our dinner in there.
We put all the other things handy at the back of the cavern. Pretty soon it
darkened up and begun to thunder and lighten; so the birds was right about it.
Directly it begun to rain, and it rained like all fury, too, and I never see the
wind blow so. It was one of these regular summer storms. It would get so
dark that it looked all blue-black outside, and lovely; and the rain would thrash
along by so thick that the trees off a little ways looked dim and spider-webby;
and here would come a blast of wind that would bend the trees down and turn
up the pale underside of the leaves; and then a perfect ripper of a gust would
follow along and set the branches to tossing their arms as if they was just wild;
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and next, when it was just about the bluest and blackest -- fst! it was as bright
as glory and you'd have a little glimpse of tree-tops a-plunging about, away off
yonder in the storm, hundreds of yards further than you could see before; dark
as sin again in a second, and now you'd hear the thunder let go with an awful
crash and then go rumbling, grumbling, tumbling down the sky towards the
under side of the world, like rolling empty barrels down stairs, where it's long
stairs and they bounce a good deal, you know.
"Jim, this is nice," I says. "I wouldn't want to be nowhere else but here.
Pass me along another hunk of fish and some hot corn-bread."
"Well, you wouldn't a ben here, 'f it hadn't a ben for Jim. You'd a ben
down dah in de woods widout any dinner, en gittn' mos' drownded, too, dat you
would, honey. Chickens knows when its gwyne to rain, en so do de birds, chile."
The river went on raising and raising for ten or twelve days, till at last it was
over the banks. The water was three or four foot deep on the island in the low
places and on the Illinois bottom. On that side it was a good many miles wide;
but on the Missouri side it was the same old distance across -- a half a mile --
because the Missouri shore was just a wall of high bluffs.
Daytimes we paddled all over the island in the canoe. It was mighty cool
and shady in the deep woods even if the sun was blazing outside. We went
winding in and out amongst the trees; and sometimes the vines hung so thick
we had to back away and go some other way. Well, on every old broken-down
tree, you could see rabbits, and snakes, and such things; and when the island
had been overflowed a day or two, they got so tame, on account of being hungry,
that you could paddle right up and put your hand on them if you wanted to;
but not the snakes and turtles -- they would slide off in the water. The ridge
our cavern was in, was full of them. We could a had pets enough if we'd wanted
them.
One night we catched a little section of a lumber raft -- nice pine planks.
It was twelve foot wide and about fifteen or sixteen foot long, and the top stood
above water six or seven inches, a solid level floor. We could see saw-logs go
by in the daylight, sometimes, but we let them go; we didn't show ourselves in
daylight.
Another night, when we was up at the head of the island, just before daylight,
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here comes a frame house down, on the west side. She was a two-story, and
tilted over, considerable. We paddled out and got aboard -- clumb in at an
upstairs window. But it was too dark to see yet, so we made the canoe fast
and set in her to wait for daylight.
The light begun to come before we got to the foot of the island. Then we
looked in at the window. We could make out a bed, and a table, and two old
chairs, and lots of things around about on the floor; and there was clothes
hanging against the wall. There was something laying on the floor in the far
corner that looked like a man. So Jim says:
"Hello, you!"
But it didn't budge. So I hollered again, and then Jim says:
"De man ain't asleep -- he's dead. You hold still -- I'll go en see."
He went and bent down and looked, and says:
"It's a dead man. Yes, indeedy; naked, too. He's ben shot in de back.
I reck'n he's ben dead two or three days. Come in, Huck, but doan' look at his
face -- it's too gashly."
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I didn't look at him at all. Jim throwed some old rags over him, but he
needn't done it; I didn't want to see him. There was heaps of old greasy
cards scattered around over the floor, and old whisky bottles, and a couple of
masks made out of black cloth; and all over the walls was the ignorantest kind
of words and pictures, made with charcoal. There was two old dirty calico
dresses, and a sun-bonnet, and some women's under-clothes, hanging against
the wall, and some men's clothing, too. We put the lot into the canoe; it might
come good. There was a boy's old speckled straw hat on the floor; I took that
too. And there was a bottle that had had milk in it; and it had a rag stopper
for a baby to suck. We would a took the bottle, but it was broke. There was
a seedy old chest, and an old hair trunk with the hinges broke. They stood open,
but there warn't nothing left in them that was any account. The way things was
scattered about, we reckoned the people left in a hurry and warn't fixed so as to
carry off most of their stuff.
We got an old tin lantern, and a butcher knife without any handle, and a bran-
new Barlow knife worth two bits in any store, and a lot of tallow candles, and a
tin candlestick, and a gourd, and a tin cup, and a ratty old bed-quilt off the bed,
and a reticule with needles and pins and beeswax and buttons and thread and all
such truck in it, and a hatchet and some nails, and a fish-line as thick as my
little finger, with some monstrous hooks on it, and a roll of buckskin, and a leather
dog-collar, and a horse-shoe, and some vials of medicine that didn't have no label
on them; and just as we was leaving I found a tolerable good curry-comb, and Jim
he found a ratty old fiddle-bow, and a wooden leg. The straps was broke off of it,
but barring that, it was a good enough leg, though it was too long for me and not
long enough for Jim, and we couldn't find the other one, though we hunted all
around.
And so, take it all around, we made a good haul. When we was ready to shove
off, we was a quarter of a mile below the island, and it was pretty broad day; so I
made Jim lay down in the canoe and cover up with the quilt, because if he set up,
people could tell he was a nigger a good ways off. I paddled over to the Illinois
shore, and drifted down most a half a mile doing it. I crept up the dead water
under the bank, and hadn't no accidents and didn't see nobody. We got home
all safe.
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Chapter X
After breakfast I wanted to talk
about the dead man and guess out how 
he come to be killed, but Jim didn't
want to. He said it would fetch bad
luck; and besides, he said, he might
come and ha'nt us; he said a man
that warn't buried was more likely to
go a-ha'nting around than one that
was planted and comfortable. That
sounded pretty reasonable, so I didn't
say no more; but I couldn't keep
from studying over it and wishing I
knowed who shot the man, and what
they done it for.
We rummaged the clothes we'd got,
and found eight dollars in silver sewed
up in the lining of an old blanket over-
coat. Jim said he reckoned the people
in that house stole the coat, because
if they'd a knowed the money was there they wouldn't a left it. I said I reckoned
they killed him, too; but Jim didn't want to talk about that. I says:
"Now you think it's bad luck; but what did you say when I fetched in the
snake-skin that I found on the top of the ridge day before yesterday? You said
it was the worst bad luck in the world to touch a snake-skin with my hands.
Well, here's your bad luck! We've raked in all this track and eight dollars be-
sides. I wish we could have some bad luck like this every day, Jim."
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"Never you mind, honey, never you mind. Don't you git too peart. It's
a-comin'. Mind I tell you, it's a-comin'."
It did come, too. It was a Tuesday that we had that talk. Well, after dinner
Friday, we was laying around in the grass at the upper end of the ridge, and got
out of tobacco. I went to the cavern to get some, and found a rattlesnake in
there. I killed him, and curled him up on the foot of Jim's blanket, ever so
natural, thinking there'd be some fun when Jim found him there. "Well, by
night I forgot all about the snake, and when Jim flung himself down on the
blanket while I struck a light,
the snake's mate was there, 
and bit him.
He jumped up yelling, and
the first thing the light showed
was the varmint curled up and
ready for another spring. I laid
him out in a second with a
stick, and Jim grabbed pap's
whisky jug and begun to pour
it down.
He was barefooted, and the
snake bit him right on the heel.
That all comes of my being
such a fool as to not remember
that wherever you leave a dead
snake its mate always comes
there and curls around it. Jim
told me to chop off the snake's
head and throw it away, and
then skin the body and roast a
eat it and said it would help
cure him. He made me take off the rattles and tie them around his wrist, too.
He said that that would help. Then I slid out quiet and throwed the snakes
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clear away amongst the bushes; for I warn't going to let Jim find out it was
all my fault, not if I could help it.
Jim sucked and sucked at the jug, and now and then he got out of his
head and pitched around and yelled; but every time he come to himself he went to
sucking at the jug again. His foot swelled up pretty big, and so did his leg;
but by-and-by the drunk begun to come, and so I judged he was all right; but
I'd druther been bit with a snake than pap's whisky.
Jim was laid up for four days and nights. Then the swelling was all gone and
he was around again. I made up my mind I wouldn't ever take aholt of a
snake-skin again with my hands,
now that I see what had come of 
it. Jim said he reckoned I would
believe him next time. And he
said that handling a snake-skin was
such awful bad luck that maybe
we hadn't got to the end of it yet.
He said he druther see the new
moon over his left shoulder as much
as a thousand times than take up a
snake-skin in his hand. Well, I
was getting to feel that way myself,
though I've always reckoned that
looking at the new moon over your
left shoulder is one of the carelessest
and foolishest things a body can do.
Old Hank Bunker done it once, and
bragged about it; and in less than
two years he got drunk and fell off
of the shot tower and spread himself
out so that he was just a kind of a layer, as you may say; and they slid him
edgeways between two barn doors for a coffin, and buried him so, so they say, but
I didn't see it. Pap told me. But anyway, it all come of looking at the moon
that way, like a fool.
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Well, the days went along, and the river went down between its banks again;
and about the first thing we done was to bait one of the big hooks with a skinned
rabbit and set it and catch a cat-fish that was as big as a man, being six foot two
inches long, and weighed over two hundred pounds. We couldn't handle him,
of course; he would a flung us into Illinois. We just set there and watched him
rip and tear around till he drownded. We found a brass button in his stomach,
and a round ball, and lots of rubbage. We split the ball open with the hatchet,
and there was a spool in it. Jim said he'd had it there a long time, to coat it
over so and make a ball of it. It was as big a fish as was ever catched in the
Mississippi, I reckon. Jim said he hadn't ever seen a bigger one. He would a
been worth a good deal over at the village. They peddle out such a fish as that
by the pound in the market house there; everybody buys some of him; his
meat's as white as snow and makes a good fry.
Next morning I said it was getting slow and dull, and I wanted to get a
stirring up, some way. I said I reckoned I would slip over the river and find out
what was going on. Jim liked that notion; but he said I must go in the dark
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and look sharp. Then he studied it over and said, couldn't I put on some of
them old things and dress up like a girl? That was a good notion, too. So we
shortened up one of the calico gowns and I turned up my trowser-legs to my
knees and got into it. Jim hitched it behind with the hooks, and it was a fair
fit. I put on the sun-bonnet and tied it under my chin, and then for a body to
look in and see my face was like looking down a joint of stove-pipe. Jim said
nobody would know me, even in the daytime, hardly. I practiced around all day
to get the hang of the things, and by-and-by I could do pretty well in them, only
Jim said I didn't walk like a girl; and he said I must quit pulling up my gown
to get at my britches pocket. I took notice, and done better.
I started up the Illinois shore in the canoe just after dark.
I started across to the town from a little below the ferry landing, and the
drift of the current fetched me in at the bottom of the town. I tied up and
started along the bank. There was a light burning in a little shanty that hadn't
been lived in for a long time, and I wondered who had took up quarters there. I
slipped up and peeped in at the window. There was a woman about forty year
old in there, knitting by a candle that was on a pine table. I didn't know her
face; she was a stranger, for you couldn't start a face in that town that I didn't
know. Now this was lucky, because I was weakening; I was getting afraid I
had come; people might know my voice and find me out But if this woman
had been in such a little town two days she could tell me all I wanted to know;
so I knocked at the door, and made up my mind I wouldn't forget I was a girl.
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Chapter XI
"Come in," says the woman, and I did.
She says:
"Take a cheer.'
I done it. She looked me all over
with her little shiny eyes, and says:
"What might your name be?"
"Sarah Williams."
"Where 'bouts do you live? In this
neighborhood?"
"No'm. In Hookerville, seven mile
below. I've walked all the way and I'm 
all tired out."
"Hungry, too, I reckon. I'll find
you something."
"No'm, I ain't hungry. I was so
hungry I had to stop two mile below
here at a farm; so I ain't hungry no
more. It's what makes me so late. My mother's down sick, and out of money
and everything, and I come to tell my uncle Abner Moore. He lives at the
upper end of the town, she says. I hain't ever been here before. Do you
know him?"
"No; but I don't know everybody yet. I haven't lived here quite two weeks.
It's a considerable ways to the upper end of the town. You better stay here all
night. Take off your bonnet."
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"No," I says, "I'll rest a while, I reckon, and go on. I ain't afeard of the
dark."
She said she wouldn't let me go by myself, but her husband would be in by-
and-by, maybe in a hour and a half, and she'd send him along with me. Then she
got to talking about her husband, and about her relations up the river, and her
relations down the river, and about how much better off they used to was, and how
they didn't know but they'd made a mistake coming to our town, instead of let-
ting well alone -- and so on and so on, till I was afeard I had made a mistake com-
ing to her to find out what was going on in the town; but by-and-by she
dropped onto pap and the murder, and then I was pretty willing to let her clatter
right along. She told about me and Tom Sawyer finding the six thousand
dollars (only she got it ten) and all about pap and what a hard lot he was,
and what a hard lot I was, and at last she got down to where I was murdered.
I says:
"Who done it? We've heard considerable about these goings on, down in
Hookerville, but we don't know who 'twas that killed Huck Finn."
"Well, I reckon there's a right smart chance of people here that 'd like to
know who killed him. Some thinks old Finn done it himself."
"No -- is that so?"
"Most everybody thought it at first. He'll never know how nigh he come to
getting lynched. But before night they changed around and judged it was done
by a runaway nigger named Jim."
"Why he--"
I stopped. I reckoned I better keep still. She run on, and never noticed I
had put in at all.
"The nigger ran off the very night Huck Finn was killed. So there's a re-
ward out for him -- three hundred dollars. And there's a reward out for old Finn
too -- two hundred dollars. You see, he come to town the morning after the
murder, and told about it, and was out with 'em on the ferry-boat hunt, and
right away after he up and left. Before night they wanted to lynch him, but he
was gone, you see. Well, next day they found out the nigger was gone; they
found out he hadn't ben seen sence ten o'clock the night the murder was done.
So then they put it on him, you see, and while they was full of it, next day back
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comes old Finn and went boo-hooing to Judge Thatcher to get money to hunt
for the nigger all over Illinois with. The judge give him some, and that evening
he got drunk and was around till after midnight with a couple of mighty hard look-
ing strangers, and then went off with them. Well, he hain't come back sence,
and they ain't looking for him back till this thing blows over a little, for people
thinks now that he killed his boy and fixed things so folks would think robbers done
it, and then he'd get Huck's money without having to bother a long time with a
lawsuit. People do say he warn't any too good to do it. Oh, he's sly, I reckon.
If he don't come back for a year, he'll be all right. You can't prove anything on
him, yon know; everything will be quieted down then, and he'll walk into Huck's
money as easy as nothing."
"Yes, I reckon so, 'm. I don't see nothing in the way of it. Has everybody
quit thinking the nigger done it?"
"Oh, no, not everybody. A good many thinks he done it. But they'll get
the nigger pretty soon, now, and maybe they can scare it out of him."
"Why, are they after him yet?"
"Well, you're innocent, ain't yon! Does three hundred dollars lay round
every day for people to pick up? Some folks thinks the nigger ain't far from
here. I'm one of them -- but I hain't talked it around. A few days ago I was
talking with an old couple that lives next door in the log shanty, and they happened
to say hardly anybody ever goes to that island over yonder that they call Jackson's
Island. Don't anybody live there? says I. No, nobody, says they. I didn't say
any more, but I done some thinking. I was pretty near certain I'd seen smoke
over there, about the head of the island, a day or two before that, so I says to my-
self, like as not that nigger's hiding over there; anyway, says I, it's worth the
trouble to give the place a hunt. I hain't seen any smoke sence, so I reckon
maybe he's gone, if it was him; but husband's going over to see -- him and another
man. He was gone up the river; but he got back to-day and I told him as soon
as he got here two hours ago."
I had got so uneasy I couldn't set still. I had to do something with my
hands; so I took up a needle off of the table and went to threading it. My
hands shook, and I was making a bad job of it. When the woman stopped
talking, I looked up, and she was looking at me pretty curious, and smiling a
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little. I put down the needle and thread and let on to be interested -- and I was,
too -- and says:
"Three hundred dollars is a power of money. I wish my mother could get
it. Is your husband going
over there to-night?"
"Oh, yes. He went up
town with the man I was 
telling you of, to get a boat
and see if they could borrow
another gun. They'll go over
after midnight."
"Couldn't they see better
if they was to wait till day-
time?"
"Yes. And couldn't the
nigger see better, too? After
midnight he'll likely be asleep,
and they can slip around
through the woods and hunt
up his camp fire all the better
for the dark, if he's got one."
"I didn't think of that."
The woman kept looking
at me pretty curious, and I didn't feel a bit comfortable. Pretty soon she says:
"What did you say your name was, honey?"
"M -- Mary Williams."
Somehow it didn't seem to me that I said it was Mary before, so I didn't
look up; seemed to me I said it was Sarah; so I felt sort of cornered, and
was afeared maybe I was looking it, too. I wished the woman would say some-
thing more; the longer she set still, the uneasier I was. But now she says:
"Honey, I thought you said it was Sarah when you first come in?"
"Oh, yes'm, I did. Sarah Mary Williams. Sarah's my first name. Some
calls me Sarah, some calls me Mary."
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"Oh, that's the way of it?"
"Yes'm."
I was feeling better, then, but I wished I was out of there, anyway. I
couldn't look up yet.
Well, the woman fell to talking about how hard times was, and how poor
they had to live, and how the rats was as free as if they owned the place,
and so forth, and so on, and then I got easy again. She was right about
the rats. You'd see one stick his nose out of a hole in the corner every
little while. She said she had to have things handy to throw at them when
she was alone, or they wouldn't give her no peace. She showed me a bar
of lead, twisted up into a knot, and said she was a good shot with it
generly, but she'd wrenched her arm a day or two ago, and didn't know
whether she could throw true, now. But she watched for a chance, and
directly she banged away at a rat, but she missed him wide, and said "Ouch!"
it hurt her arm so. Then she told me to try for the next one. I wanted
to be getting away before the old man got back, but of course I didn't let on.
I got the thing, and the first rat that showed his nose I let drive, and if he'd
a stayed where he was he'd a been a tolerable sick rat. She said that that was first-
rate, and she reckoned I would hive the next one. She went and got the lump
of lead and fetched it back and brought along a hank of yarn, which she wanted
me to help her with. I held up my two hands and she put the hank over them
and went on talking about her and her husband's matters. But she broke off
to say:
"Keep your eye on the rats. You better have the lead in your lap, handy."
So she dropped the lump into my lap, just at that moment, and I clapped my
legs together on it and she went on talking. But only about a minute. Then
she took off the hank and looked me straight in the face, but very pleasant, and
says:
"Come, now -- what's your real name?"
"Wh-what, mum?"
"What's your real name? Is it Bill, or Tom, or Bob? -- or what is it?"
I reckon I shook like a leaf, and I didn't know hardly what to do. But I
says:
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"Please to don't poke fun at a poor girl like me, mum. If I'm in the way,
here, I'll--"
"No, you won't. Set down and stay where you are. I ain't going to hurt
you, and I ain't going to tell on you, nuther. You just tell me your secret, and
trust me. I'll keep it; and what's more, I'll help you. So'll my old man, if you
want him to. You see, you're a runaway 'prentice -- that's all. It ain't any-
thing. There ain't any harm in it. You've been treated had, and you made up
your mind to cut. Bless you, child, I wouldn't tell on you. Tell me all about
it, now -- that's a good boy."
So I said it wouldn't be no use to try to play it any longer, and I would just
make a clean breast and tell her everything, but she mustn't go back on her
promise. Then I told her my father and mother was dead, and the law had
bound me out to a mean old farmer in the country thirty mile back from the
river, and he treated me so bad I couldn't stand it no longer; he went away to
be gone a couple of days, and so I took my chance and stole some of his daugh-
ter's old clothes, and cleared out, and I had been three nights coming the thirty
miles; I traveled nights, and hid day-times and slept, and the bag of bread and
meat I carried from home lasted me all the way and I had a plenty. I said I
believed my uncle Abner Moore would take care of me, and so that was why I
struck out for this town of G-oshen,"
"Goshen, child? This ain't Goshen. This is St. Petersburg. Goshen's ten
mile further up the river. Who told you this was Goshen?"
"Why, a man I met at day-break this morning, just as I was going to turn
into the woods for my regular sleep. He told me when the roads forked I must
take the right hand, and five mile would fetch me to Goshen."
"He was drunk I reckon. He told you just exactly wrong."
"Well, he did act like he was drunk, but it ain't no matter now. I got to be
moving along. I'll fetch Goshen before day-light."
"Hold on a minute. I'll put you up a snack to eat. You might want it."
So she put me up a snack, and says:
"Say -- when a cow's laying down, which end of her gets up first? Answer
up prompt, now -- don't stop to study over it. Which end gets up first?"
"The hind end, mum."
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Well, then, a horse?"
The forward end, mum."
Which side of a tree does the most moss grow on?"
"North side."
"If fifteen cows is browsing on
a hillside, how many of them eats 
with their heads pointed the same
direction?"
"The whole fifteen, mum."
"Well, I reckon you have lived
in the country. I thought maybe
you was trying to hocus me
again. What's your real name,
now?"
"George Peters, mum."
"Well, try to remember it,
George. Don't forget and tell me
it's Elexander before you go, and
then get out by saying it's George-
Elexander when I catch you.
And don't go about women in
that old calico. You do a girl
tolerable poor, but you might
fool men, maybe. Bless you,
child, when you set out to thread
a needle, don't hold the thread still and fetch the needle up to it; hold
the needle still and poke the thread at it -- that's the way a woman most always
does; but a man always does 'tother way. And when you throw at a rat or
anything, hitch yourself up a tip-toe, and fetch your hand up over your head as
awkard as you can, and miss your rat about six or seven foot. Throw stiff-armed
from the shoulder, like there was a pivot there for it to turn on -- like a girl; not
from the wrist and elbow, with your arm out to one side, like a boy. And mind
you, when a girl tries to catch anything in her lap, she throws her knees apart;
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she don't clap them together, the way you did when you catched the lump of
lead. Why, I spotted you for a boy when you was threading the needle; and I
contrived the other things just to make certain. Now trot along to your uncle,
Sarah Mary Williams George Elexander Peters, and if you get into trouble you
send word to Mrs. Judith Loftus, which is me, and I'll do what I can to get you
out of it. Keep the river road, all the way, and next time you tramp, take shoes
and socks with you. The river road's a rocky one, and your feet 'll be in a
condition when you get to Goshen, I reckon."
I went up the bank about fifty yards, and then I doubled on my tracks and
slipped back to where my canoe was, a good piece below the house. I jumped in
and was off in a hurry. I went up stream far enough to make the head of the
island, and then started across. I took off the sun-bonnet, for I didn't want no
blinders on, then. When I was about the middle, I hear the clock begin to
strike; so I stops and listens; the sound come faint over the water, but clear --
eleven. When I struck the head of the island I never waited to blow, though I
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was most winded, but I shoved right into the timber where my old camp used
to be, and started a good fire there on a high-and-dry spot.
Then I jumped in the canoe and dug out for our place a mile and a half
below, as hard as I could go. I landed, and slopped through the timber and
up the ridge and into the cavern. There Jim laid, sound asleep on the ground.
I roused him out and says:
"Git up and hump yourself, Jim! There ain't a minute to lose. They're
after us!"
Jim never asked no questions, he never said a word; but the way he worked
for the next half an hour showed about how he was scared. By that time
everything we had in the world was on our raft and she was ready to be shoved
out from the willow cove where she was hid. We put out the camp fire at
the cavern the first thing, and didn't show a candle outside after that.
I took the canoe out from shore a little piece and took a look, but if there
was a boat around I couldn't see it, for stars and shadows ain't good to see by.
Then we got out the raft and slipped along down in the shade, past the foot
of the island dead still, never saying a word.
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Chapter XII
Must a been close onto one o'clock
when we got below the island at last, 
and the raft did seem to go mighty slow.
If a boat was to come along, we was
going to take to the canoe and break for
the Illinois shore; and it was well a boat
didn't come, for we hadn't ever thought
to put the gun into the canoe, or a fish-
ing-line or anything to eat. We was in
ruther too much of a sweat to think of
so many things. It warn't good judg-
ment to put everything on the raft.
If the men went to the island, I just
expect they found the camp fire I built,
and watched it all night for Jim to
come. Anyways, they stayed away from
us, and if my building the fire never
fooled them it warn't no fault of mine. I played it as low-down on them
as I could.
When the first streak of day begun to show, we tied up to a tow-head in a
big bend on the Illinois side, and hacked off cotton-wood branches with the
hatchet and covered up the raft with them so she looked like there had been
a cave-in in the bank there. A tow-head is a sand-bar that has cotton-woods
on it as thick as harrow-teeth.
We had mountains on the Missouri shore and heavy timber on the Illinois side,
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and the channel was down the Missouri shore at that place, so we warn't afraid
of anybody running across us. We laid there all day and watched the rafts and
steamboats spin down the Missouri shore, and up-bound steamboats fight the
big river in the middle. I told Jim all about the time I had jabbering with
that woman; and Jim said she was a smart one, and if she was to start after us
herself she wouldn't set down and watch a camp fire -- no, sir, she'd fetch a
dog. Well, then, I said, why couldn't she tell her husband to fetch a dog? Jim
said he bet she did think of it by the time the men was ready to start, and he
believed they must a gone up town to get a dog and so they lost all that time, or
else we wouldn't be here on a tow-head sixteen or seventeen mile below the village
-- no, indeedy, we would be in that same old town again. So I said I didn't care
what was the reason they didn't get us, as long as they didn't.
When it was beginning to come on dark, we poked our heads out of the cot-
tonwood thicket and looked up, and down, and across; nothing in sight; so Jim
took up some of the top planks of the raft and built a snug wigwam to get under
in blazing weather and rainy, and to keep the things dry. Jim made a floor for
the wigwam, and raised it a foot or more above the level of the raft, so now the
blankets and all the traps was out of the reach of steamboat waves. Right in the
middle of the wigwam we made a layer of dirt about five or six inches deep with
a frame around it for to hold it to its place; this was to build a fire on in sloppy
weather or chilly; the wigwam would keep it from being seen. We made an ex-
tra steering oar, too, because one of the others might get broke, on a snag or
something. We fixed up a short forked stick to hang the old lantern on; be-
cause we must always light the lantern whenever we see a steamboat coming down
stream, to keep from getting run over; but we wouldn't have to light it for up-
stream boats unless we see we was in what they call a "crossing;" for the river
was pretty high yet, very low banks being still a little under water; so up-bound
boats didn't always ran the channel, but hunted easy water.
This second night we run between seven and eight hours, with a current that
was making over four mile an hour. We catched fish, and talked, and we took a
swim now and then to keep off sleepiness. It was kind of solemn, drifting down
the big still river, laying on our backs looking up at the stars, and we didn't
ever feel like talking loud, and it warn't often that we laughed, only a little
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"kind of a low chuckle. We had mighty good weather, as a general thing, and noth-
ing ever happened to us at all, that night, nor the next, nor the next.
Every night we passed towns, some of them away up on black hillsides, noth-
ing but just a shiny bed of lights, not a house could you see. The fifth night
we passed St. Louis, and it was like the whole world lit up. In St. Petersburg
they used to say there was twenty or thirty thousand people in St. Louis, but I
never believed it till I see that wonderful spread of lights at two o'clock that still
night. There warn't a sound there; everybody was asleep.
Every night, now, I used to slip ashore, towards ten o'clock, at some little
village, and buy ten or fifteen cents' worth of meal or bacon or other stuff to eat;
and sometimes I lifted a chicken that warn't roosting comfortable, and took him
along. Pap always said, take a
chicken when you get a chance, 
because if you don't want him
yourself you can easy find some-
body that does, and a good deed
ain't ever forgot. I never see
pap when he didn't want the
chicken himself, but that is what
he used to say, anyway.
Mornings, before daylight, I
slipped into corn fields and bor-
rowed a watermelon, or a mush-
melon, or a punkin, or some
new corn, or things of that kind.
Pap always said it warn't no
harm to borrow things, if you
was meaning to pay them back,
sometime; but the widow said
it warn't anything but a soft
name for stealing, and no decent
body would do it. Jim said he reckoned the widow was partly right and pap
was partly right; so the best way would be for us to pick out two or three
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things from the list and say we wouldn't borrow them anymore -- then he reckoned
it wouldn't be no harm to borrow the others. So we talked it over all one night,
drifting along down the river, trying to make up our minds whether to drop the
watermelons, or the cantelopes, or the mushmelons, or what. But towards day-
light we got it all settled satisfactory, and concluded to drop crabapples and
p'simmons. We warn't feeling just right, before that, but it was all comfortable
now. I was glad the way it come out, too, because crabapples ain't ever good,
and the p'simmons wouldn't be ripe for two or three months yet.
We shot a water-fowl, now and then, that got up too early in the morning or
didn't go to bed early enough in the evening. Take it all around, we lived pretty
high.
The fifth night below St. Louis we had a big storm after midnight, with a
power of thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in a solid sheet. We
stayed in the wigwam and let the raft take care of itself. When the lightning
glared out we could see a big straight river ahead, and high rocky bluffs on both
sides. By-and-by says I, "Hel-lo, Jim, looky yonder!" It was a steamboat that
had killed herself on a rock. We was drifting straight down for her. The lightning
showed her very distinct. She was leaning over, with part of her upper deck
above water, and you could see every little chimbly-guy clean and clear, and a
chair by the big bell, with an old slouch hat hanging on the back of it when the
flashes come.
Well, it being away in the night, and stormy, and all so mysterious-like, I
felt just the way any other boy would a felt when I see that wreck laying
there so mournful and lonesome in the middle of the river. I wanted to
get aboard of her and slink around a little, and see what there was there. So
I says:
"Le's land on her, Jim."
But Jim was dead against it, at first. He says:
"I doan' want to go fool'n 'long er no wrack. We's doin' blame' well, en we
better let blame' well alone, as de good book says. Like as not dey's a watchman
on dat wrack.'
"Watchman your grandmother," I says; "there ain't nothing to watch but
the texas and the pilot-house; and do you reckon anybody's going to resk his
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life for a texas and a pilot-house such a night as this, when it's likely to break up
and wash off down the river any minute?" Jim couldn't say nothing to that,
so he didn't try. "And besides," I says, "we might borrow something worth
having, out of the captain's stateroom. Seegars, I bet you -- and cost five cents
apiece, solid cash. Steamboat captains is always rich, and get sixty dollars a
month, and they don't care a cent what a thing costs, you know, long as they
want it. Stick a candle in your pocket; I can't rest, Jim, till we give her a
rummaging. Do you reckon Tom Sawyer would ever go by this thing? Not
for pie, he wouldn't. He'd call it an adventure -- that's what he'd call it;
and he'd land on that wreck if it was his last act. And wouldn't he throw
style into it? -- wouldn't he spread himself, nor nothing? Why, you'd think it
was Christopher C'lumbus discovering Kingdom-Come. I wish Tom Sawyer
was here."
Jim he grumbled a little, but give in. He said we mustn't talk any more
than we could help, and then talk mighty low. The lightning showed us the
wreck again, just in time, and we fetched the starboard derrick, and made
fast there.
The deck was high out, here. We went sneaking down the slope of it to
labboard, in the dark, towards the texas, feeling our way slow with our feet, and
spreading our hands out to fend off the guys, for it was so dark we couldn't see
no sign of them. Pretty soon we struck the forward end of the skylight, and
dumb onto it; and the next step fetched us in front of the captain's door, which
was open, and by Jimminy, away down through the texas-hall we see a light!
and all in the same second we seem to hear low voices in yonder!
Jim whispered and said he was feeling powerful sick, and told me to come
along. I says, all right; and was going to start for the raft; but just then I
heard a voice wail out and say:
"Oh, please don't, boys; I swear I won't ever tell!"
Another voice said, pretty loud:
"It's a lie, Jim Turner. You've acted this way before. You always want
more'n your share of the truck, and you've always got it, too, because you've
swore 't if you didn't you'd tell. But this time you've said it jest one time too
many. You're the meanest, treacherousest hound in this country."
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By this time Jim was gone for the raft. I was just a-biling with curiosity;
and I says to myself, Tom Sawyer wouldn't back out now, and so I won't either,
I'm agoing to see what's going on here. So I dropped on my hands and knees,
in the little passage, and crept aft in the dark, till there warn't but about one
stateroom betwixt me and the cross-hall of the texas. Then, in there I see a man
stretched on the floor and tied hand and foot, and two men standing over him,
and one of them had a dim lantern in his hand, and the other one had a pistol.
This one kept pointing the pistol at the man's head on the floor and saying--
I'd like to! And I orter, too, a mean skunk!"
The man on the floor would shrivel up, and say: "Oh, please don't, Bill -- I
hain't ever goin' to tell."
And every time he said that, the man with the lantern would laugh, and say:
"'Deed you ain't! You never said no truer thing 'n that, you bet you."
And once he said: "Hear him beg! and yit if we hadn't got the best of him
and tied him, he'd a killed us both. And what for? Jist for noth'n. Jist
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because we stood on our rights -- that's what for. But I lay you ain't agoin'
to threaten nobody anymore, Jim Turner. Put up that pistol, Bill."
Bill says:
"I don't want to, Jake Packard. I'm for killin' him -- and didn't he kill old
Hatfield jist the same way -- and don't he deserve it?"
"But I don't want him killed, and I've got my reasons for it."
"Bless yo' heart for them words, Jake Packard! I'll never forgit you, long's
I live!" says the man on the floor, sort of blubbering.
Packard didn't take no notice of that, but hung up his lantern on a nail, and
started towards where I was, there in the dark, and motioned Bill to come. I
crawfished as fast as I could, about two yards, but the boat slanted so that I
couldn't make very good time; so to keep from getting run over and catched I
crawled into a stateroom on the upper side. The man come a-pawing along in
the dark, and when Packard got to my stateroom, he says:
"Here -- come in here."
And in he come, and Bill after him. But before they got in, I was up in the
upper berth, cornered, and sorry I come. Then they stood there, with their
hands on the ledge of the berth, and talked. I couldn't see them, but I could
tell where they was, by the whisky they'd been having. I was glad I didn't
drink whisky; but it wouldn't made much difference, anyway, because most of
the time they couldn't a treed me because I didn't breathe. I was too scared. And
besides, a body couldn't breathe, and hear such talk. They talked low and earnest.
Bill wanted to kill Turner. He says:
"He's said he'll tell, and he will. If we was to give both our shares to him
now, it wouldn't make no difference after the row, and the way we've served him.
Shore's you're born, he'll turn State's evidence; now you hear me. I'm for put-
ting him out of his troubles."
"So'm I," says Packard, very quiet.
"Blame it, I'd sorter begun to think you wasn't. Well, then, that's all right.
Les' go and do it."
"Hold on a minute; I hain't had my say yit. You listen to me. Shooting's
good, but there's quieter ways if the thing's got to be done. But what I say, is
this; it ain't good sense to go court'n around after a halter, if you can git at
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what you're up to in some way that's jist as good and at the same time don't bring
you into no resks. Ain't that so?"
"You bet it is. But how you goin' to manage it this time?"
"Well, my idea is this: we'll rustle around and gether up whatever pickins we've
overlooked in the staterooms, and shove for shore and hide the truck. Then
we'll wait. Now I say it ain't agoin' to be more 'n two hours befo' this wrack
breaks up and washes off down the river. See? He'll be drownded, and won't
have nobody to blame for it but his own self. I reckon that's a considerble sight
better'n killin' of him. I'm unfavorable to killin' a man as long as you can git
around it; it ain't good sense, it ain't good morals. Ain't I right?"
"Yes -- I reck'n you are.
But s'pose she don't break 
up and wash off?"
"Well, we can wait the
two hours, anyway, and see,
can't we?"
"All right, then; come
along."
So they started, and I lit
out, all in a cold sweat, and
scrambled forward. It was
dark as pitch there; but I
said in a kind of a coarse
whisper, "Jim!" and he
answered up, right at my
elbow, with a sort of a moan,
and I says:
"Quick, Jim, it ain't no
time for fooling around and
moaning; there's a gang of
murderers in yonder, and
if we don't hunt up their boat and set her drifting down the river so these
fellows can't get away from the wreck, there's one of 'em going to be in a bad fix.
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But if we find their boat we can put all of 'em in a bad fix -- for the Sheriff 'll get
'em. Quick -- hurry! I'll hunt the labboard side, you hunt the stabboard. You
start at the raft, and--"
"Oh, my lordy, lordy! Raf? Dey ain' no raf no mo', she done broke loose
en gone! -- 'en here we is!"
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Chapter XIII
Well, I catched my breath and most
fainted. Shut up on a wreck with such 
a gang as that! But it warn't no time
to be sentimentering. "We'd got to
find that boat, now -- had to have it for
ourselves. So we went a-quaking and
shaking down the stabboard side, and
slow work it was, too -- seemed a week
before we got to the stern. No sign of
a boat. Jim said he didn't believe he
could go any further -- so scared he
hadn't hardly any strength left, he said.
But I said come on, if we get left on this
wreck, we are in a fix, sure. So on we
prowled, again. We struck for the
stern of the texas, and found it, and
then scrabbled along forwards on the
skylight, hanging on from shutter to
shutter, for the edge of the skylight was in the water. When we got pretty close
to the cross-hall door, there was the skiff, sure enough! I could just barely see
her. I felt ever so thankful. In another second I would a been aboard of her;
but just then the door opened. One of the men stuck his head out, only about a
couple of foot from me, and I thought I was gone; but he jerked it in again,
and says:
"Heave that blame lantern out o' sight, Bill!"
He flung a bag of something into the boat, and then got in himself, and set
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down. It was Packard. Then Bill he come out and got in. Packard says, in a
low voice:
"All ready -- shove off!"
I couldn't hardly hang onto the shutters, I was so weak. But Bill says:
"Hold on -- 'd you go through him?"
"No. Didn't you?"
"No. So he's got his share o' the cash, yet."
"Well, then, come along -- no use to take truck and leave money."
"Say -- won't he suspicion what we're up to?"
"Maybe he won't. But we got to have it anyway. Come along."
So they got out and went in.
The door slammed to, because it was on the careened side; and in a half
second I was in the boat, and Jim come a tumbling after me. I out with my
knife and cut the rope, and away we went!
"We didn't touch an oar, and we didn' speak nor whisper, nor hardly even
breathe. We went gliding swift along, dead silent, past the tip of the paddle-
box, and past the stern; then in a second or two more we was a hundred yards
below the wreck, and the darkness soaked her up, every last sign of her, and
we was safe, and knowed it.
When we was three or four hundred yards down stream, we see the lantern
show like a little spark at the texas door, for a second, and we knowed by that
that the rascals had missed their boat, and was beginning to understand that they
was in just as much trouble, now, as Jim Turner was.
Then Jim manned the oars, and we took out after our raft. Now was the first
time that I begun to worry about the men -- I reckon I hadn't had time to before.
I begun to think how dreadful it was, even for murderers, to be in such a fix. I
says to myself, there ain't no telling but I might come to be a murderer myself,
yet, and then how would I like it? So says I to Jim:
"The first light we see, we'll land a hundred yards below it or above it, in a
place where it's a good hiding-place for you and the skiff, and then I'll go and
fix up some kind of a yarn, and get somebody to go for that gang and get them
out of their scrape, so they can be hung when their time comes."
But that idea was a failure; for pretty soon it begun to storm again, and this
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time worse than ever. The rain poured down, and never a light showed; every-
body in bed, I reckon. We boomed along down the river, watching for lights and
watching for our raft. After a long time the rain let up, but the clouds staid,
and the lightning kept whimpering, and by-and-by a flash showed us a black
thing ahead, floating, and we made for it.
It was the raft, and mighty glad was we to get aboard of it again. We seen a
light, now, away down to the right, on shore. So I said I would go for it. The skiff
was half full of plunder which that gang had stole, there on the wreck. We hustled
it onto the raft in a pile, and I told Jim to float along down, and show a light
when he judged he had gone about two mile, and keep it burning till I come;
then I manned my oars and shoved for the light. As I got down towards it, three
or four more showed-up on a hillside. It was a village. I closed in above the
shore-light, and laid on my oars and floated. As I went by, I see it was a lantern
hanging on the jackstaff of a double-hull ferry-boat. I skimmed around for the
watchman, a-wondering whereabouts he slept; and by-and-by I found him
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roosting on the bitts, forward, with his head down between his knees. I give
his shoulder two or three little shoves, and begun to cry.
He stirred up, in a kind of a startlish way; but when he see it was only me, he
took a good gap and stretch, and then he says:
"Hello, what's up? Don't cry, bub. What's the trouble?"
I says:
"Pap, and mam, and sis, and--"
Then I broke down. He says:
"Oh, dang it, now, don't take on so, we all has to have our troubles and this'n
'll come out all right. What's the matter with 'em?"
"They're -- they're -- are you the watchman of the boat?"
"Yes," he says, kind of pretty-well-satisfied like. "I'm the captain and the
owner, and the mate, and the pilot, and watchman, and head deck-hand; and
sometimes I'm the freight and passengers. I ain't as rich as old Jim Hornback,
and I can't be so blame' generous and good to Tom, Dick and Harry as what he
is, and slam around money the way he does; but I've told him a many a time 't I
wouldn't trade places with him; for, says I, a sailor's life's the life for me, and
I'm derned if I'd live two mile out o' town, where there ain't nothing ever goin'
on, not for all his spondulicks and as much more on top of it. Says I--"
I broke in and says:
"They're in an awful peck of trouble, and --
"Who is?"
"Why, pap, and mam, and sis, and Miss Hooker; and if you'd take your
ferry-boat and go up there--"
"Up where? Where are they?"
"On the wreck."
"What wreck?"
"Why, there ain't but one."
"What, you don't mean the Walter Scott?"
"Yes."
"Good land! what are they doin' there, for gracious sakes?"
"Well, they didn't go there a-purpose."
"I bet they didn't! Why, great goodness, there ain't no chance for 'em if
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they don't git off mighty quick! Why, how in the nation did they ever git into
such a scrape?"
"Easy enough. Miss Hooker was a-visiting, up there to the town--"
"Yes, Booth's Landing -- go on."
"She was a-visiting, there at Booth's Landing, and just in the edge of the
evening she started over with her nigger woman in the horse-ferry, to stay all
night at her friend's house, Miss What-you-may-call-her, I disremember her
name, and they lost their steering-oar, and swung around and went a-floating
down, stern-first, about two mile, and saddle-baggsed on the wreck, and the ferry
man and the nigger woman and the horses was all lost, but Miss Hooker she
made a grab and got aboard the wreck. Well, about an hour after dark, we
come along down in our trading-scow, and it was so dark we didn't notice the
wreck till we was right on it; and so we saddle-baggsed; but all of us was saved
but Bill Whipple -- and oh, he was the best cretur! -- I most wish't it had been
me, I do."
"My George! It's the beatenest thing I ever struck. And then what did
yon all do?"
"Well, we hollered and took on, but it's so wide there, we couldn't make
nobody hear. So pap said somebody got to get ashore and get help somehow.
I was the only one that could swim, so I made a dash for it, and Miss Hooker
she said if I didn't strike help sooner, come here and hunt up her uncle, and he'd
fix the thing. I made the land about a mile below, and been fooling along ever
since, trying to get people to do something, but they said, 'What, in such a night
and such a current? there ain't no sense in it; go for the steam-ferry.' Now if
you'll go, and--"
"By Jackson, I'd like to, and blame it I don't know but I will; but who in --
the dingnation's agoin' to pay for it? Do you reckon your pap--"
"Why that's all right. Miss Hooker she told me, particular, that her uncle
Hornback--"
"Great guns! is Tie her uncle? Looky here, you break for that light
over yonder-way, and turn out west when you git there, and about a quarter
of a mile out you'll come to the tavern; tell 'em to dart you out to Jim Horn-
back's and he'll foot the bill. And don't you fool around any, because he'll
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want to know the news. Tell him I'll have his niece all safe before he can
get to town. Hump yourself, now; I'm agoing up around the corner here, to
roust out my engineer."
I struck for the light, but as soon as he turned the corner I went back
and got into my skiff and bailed her out and then pulled up shore in
the easy water about six hundred yards, and tucked myself in among some
woodboats; for I couldn't rest easy till I could see the ferry-boat start. But
take it all around, I was feeling rather comfortable on accounts of taking all
this trouble for that gang, for not many would a done it. I wished the
widow knowed about it. I judged she would be proud of me for helping
these rapscallions, because rapscallions and dead beats is the kind the widow
and good people takes the most interest in.
Well, before long, here comes the wreck, dim and dusky, sliding along
down! A kind of cold shiver went through me, and then I struck out for
her. She was very deep, and I see in a minute there warn't much chance
for anybody being alive in her. I pulled all around her and hollered a little,
but there wasn't any answer; all dead still. I felt a little bit heavy-hearted
about the gang, but not much, for I reckoned if they could stand it, I could.
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Then here comes the ferry-boat; so I shoved for the middle of the river
on a long down-stream slant; and when I judged I was out of eye-reach, I
laid on my oars, and looked back and see her go and smell around the wreck
for Miss Hooker's remainders, because the captain would know her uncle
Hornback would want them; and then pretty soon the ferry-boat give it up
and went for shore, and I laid into my work and went a-booming down the river.
It did seem a powerful long time before Jim's light showed up; and when it
did show, it looked like it was a thousand mile off. By the time I got there the
sky was beginning to get a little gray in the east; so we struck for an island,
and hid the raft, and sunk the skiff, and turned in and slept like dead people.
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Chapter XIV
By-and-by, when we got up, we turned
over the truck the gang had stole off 
of the wreck, and found boots, and
blankets, and clothes, and all sorts of
other things, and a lot of books, and a
spyglass, and three boxes of seegars.
We hadn't ever been this rich before,
in neither of our lives. The seegars
was prime. We laid off all the after-
noon in the woods talking, and me
reading the books, and having a gen-
eral good time. I told Jim all about
what happened inside the wreck, and
at the ferry-boat; and I said these
kinds of things was adventures; but
he said he didn't want no more advent-
ures. He said that when I went in the
texas and he crawled back to get on
the raft and found her gone, he nearly died; because he judged it was all up
with him, anyway it could be fixed; for if he didn't get saved he would get
drownded; and if he did get saved, whoever saved him would send him back
home so as to get the reward, and then Miss Watson would sell him South,
sure. Well, he was right; he was most always right; he had an uncommon level
head, for a nigger.
I read considerable to Jim about kings, and dukes, and earls, and such, and
how gaudy they dressed, and how much style they put on, and called each other
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your majesty, and your grace, and your lordship, and so on, 'stead of mister;
and Jim's eyes bugged out, and he was interested. He says:
"I didn' know dey was so many un um. I hain't hearn 'bout none un um,
skasely, but ole King Sollermun, onless you counts dem kings dat's in a pack er
k'yards. How much do a king git?"
"Get?" I says; "why, they get a thousand dollars a month if they want it;
they can have just as much as they want; everything belongs to them."
"Ain' dat gay? En what dey got to do, Huck?"
"They don't do nothing! Why how you talk. They just set around."
"No -- is dat so?"
"Of course it is. They just set around. Except maybe when there 's a war;
then they go to the war. But other times they just lazy around; or go hawking
-- just hawking and sp... -- Sh! -- d' you hear a noise?"
We skipped out and looked; but it warn't nothing but the flutter of a
steamboat's wheel, away down coming around the point; so we come back.
"Yes," says I, "and other times, when things is dull, they fuss with the
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parlyment; and if everybody don't go just so he whacks their heads off. But
mostly they hang round the harem."
"Roun' de which?"
"Harem."
"What's de harem?"
"The place where he keep his wives. Don't you know about the harem?
Solomon had one; he had about a million wives."
"Why, yes, dat's so; I -- I'd done forgot it. A harem's a bo'd'n-house, I
reck'n. Mos' likely dey has rackety times in de nussery. En I reck'n de wives
quarrels considable; en dat 'crease de racket. Yit dey say Sollermun de wises'
man dat ever live'. I doan' take no stock in dat. Bekase why: would a wise
man want to live in de mids' er sich a blimblammin' all de time? No -- 'deed he
wouldn't. A wise man 'ud take en buil' a biler-factry; en den he could shet
down de biler-factry when he want to res'."
"Well, but he was the wisest man, anyway; because the widow she told me
so, her own self."
"I doan k'yer what de widder say, he toarn't no wise man, nuther. He had
some er de dad-fetchedes' ways I ever see. Does you know 'bout dat chile dat he
'uz gwyne to chop in two?"
"Yes, the widow told me all about it."
"Well, den! Warn' dat de beatenes' notion in de worl'? You jes' take en
look at it a minute. Dah's de stump, dah -- dat's one er de women: heah's you --
dat's de yuther one; I's Sollermun; en dish-yer dollar bill's do chile. Bofe un
you claims it. What does I do? Does I shin aroun' mongs' de neighbors en fine
out which un you de bill do b'long to, en han' it over to de right one, all safe en
soun', de way dat anybody dat had any gumption would? No -- I take en whack
de bill in two, en give half un it to you, en de yuther half to de yuther woman.
Dat's de way Sollermun was gwyne to do wid de chile. Now I want to ast you:
what's de use er dat half a bill? -- can't buy noth'n wid it. En what use is a half
a chile? I would'n give a dern for a million un um."
"But hang it, Jim, you've clean missed the point -- blame it, you've missed it
a thousand mile."
"Who? Me? Go 'long. Doan' talk to me 'bout yo' pints. I reck'n I knows
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sense when I sees it; en dey ain' no sense in sich doin's as dat. De 'spute warn't
'bout a half a chile, de 'spute was 'bout a whole chile; en de man dat think he
kin settle a 'spute 'bout a whole chile wid a half a chile, doan' know enough to
come in out'n de rain. Doan' talk to me 'bout Sollennun, Huck, I knows him
by de back."
"But I tell you you don't get the point."
"Blame de pint! I reck'n I knows what I knows. En mine you, de real pint
is down furder -- it's down deeper. It lays in de way Sollermun was raised. You
take a man dat's got on'y one er two chillen; is dat man gwyne to be waseful o'
chillen? No, he ain't; he can't 'ford it. He know how to value 'em. But you
take a man dat's got 'bout five million chillen runnin' roun' de house, en it's
diffunt. He as soon chop a chile in two as a cat. Dey's plenty mo'. A chile er
two, mo' er less, warn't no consekens to Sollermun, dad fetch him!"
I never see such a nigger. If he got a notion in his head once, there warn't
no getting it out again. He was the most down on Solomon of any nigger I ever
see. So I went to talking about other kings, and let Solomon slide. I told about
Louis Sixteenth that got his head cut off in France long time age; and about his
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little boy the dolphin, that would a been a king, but they took and shut him up
in jail, and some say he died there.
"Po' little chap."
"But some says he got out and got away, and come to America."
"Dat's good! But he'll be pooty lonesome -- dey ain' no kings here, is dey,
Huck?"
"No."
"Den he cain't git no situation. What he gwyne to do?"
"Well, I don't know. Some of them gets on the police, and some of them
learns people how to talk French."
"Why, Huck, doan' de French people talk de same way we does?"
"No, Jim; you couldn't understand a word they said -- not a single word."
"Well, now, I be ding-busted! How do dat come?"
"I don't know; but it's so. I got some of their jabber out of a book. Spose
a man was to come to you and say Polly-voo-franzy -- what would you think?"
"I wouldn' think nuff 'n; I'd take en bust him over de head. Dat is, if he
warn't white. I wouldn't 'low no nigger to call me dat."
"Shucks, it ain't calling you anything. It's only saying do you know how to
talk French."
"Well, den, why couldn't he say it?"
"Why, he is a-saying it. That's a Frenchman's way of saying it."
"Well, it's a blame' ridicklous way, en I doan' want to hear no mo' 'bout it.
Dey ain' no sense in it."
"Looky here, Jim; does a cat talk like we do?"
"No, a cat don't."
"Well, does a cow?"
"No, a cow don't, nuther."
"Does a cat talk like a cow, or a cow talk like a cat?"
"No, dey don't."
"It's natural and right for 'em to talk different from each other, ain't it?"
"Course."
"And ain't it natural and right for a oat und a cow to talk different from us?"
"Why, mos' sholy it is."
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"Well, then, why ain't it natural and right for a Frenchman to talk different
from us? You answer me that."
"Is a cat a man, Huck?"
"No."
"Well, den, dey ain't no sense in a cat talkin' like a man. Is a cow a man?
-- eris a cow a cat?"
"No, she ain't either of them."
"Well, den, she aiu' got no business to talk like either one er the yuther of
'em. Is a Frenchman a man?"
"Yes."
"Well, den! Dad blame it, why doan' he talk like a man? You answer me
dat!"
I see it warn't no use wasting words -- you can't learn a nigger to argue. So
I quit.
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Chapter XV
We judged that three nights more would
fetch us to Cairo, at the bottom of 
Illinois, where the Ohio River conies
in, and that was what we was after.
We would sell the raft and get on a
steamboat and go way up the Ohio
amongst the free States, and then be
out of trouble.
Well, the second night a fog be-
gun to come on, and we made for a
tow-head to tie to, for it wouldn't
do to try to run in fog; but when I
paddled ahead in the canoe, with the
line, to make fast, there warn't any-
thing but little saplings to tie to.
I passed the line around one of them
right on the edge of the cut bank,
but there was a stiff current, and the
raft come booming down so lively she tore it out by the roots and away she
went. I see the fog closing down, and it made me so sick and scared I
couldn't budge for most a half a minute it seemed to me -- and then there
warn't no raft in sight; you couldn't see twenty yards. I jumped into the
canoe and run back to the stern and grabbed the paddle and set her back a
stroke. But she didn't come. I was in such a hurry I hadn't untied her.
I got up and tried to untie her, but I was so excited my hands shook so I
couldn't hardly do anything with them.
As soon as I got started I took out after the raft, hot and heavy, right
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down the tow-head. That was all right as far as it went, but the tow-head
warn't sixty yards long, and the minute I flew by the foot of it I shot out
into the solid white fog, and hadn't no more idea which way I was going
than a dead man.
Thinks I, it won't do to paddle; first I know I'll run into the bank or a
tow-head or something; I got to set still and float, and yet it's mighty fidgety
business to have to hold your hands still at such a time. I whooped and
listened. Away down there, somewheres, I hears a small whoop, and up
comes my spirits. I went tearing after it, listening sharp to hear it again.
The next time it come, I see I warn't heading for it but heading away to the right
of it. And the next time, I was heading away to the left of it -- and not gaining
on it much, either, for I was flying around, this way and that and 'tother, but it
was going straight ahead all the time.
I did wish the fool would think to beat a tin pan, and beat it all the time,
but he never did, and it was the still places between the whoops that was making
the trouble for me. Well, I fought along, and directly I hears the whoop
behind me. I was tangled good, now. That was somebody else's whoop, or
else I was turned around.
I throwed the paddle down. I heard the whoop again; it was behind me
yet, but in a different place; it kept coming, and kept changing its place, and I
kept answering, till by-and-by it was in front of me again and I knowed the cur-
rent had swung the canoe's head down stream and I was all right, if that was Jim
and not some other raftsman hollering. I couldn't tell nothing about voices in a
fog, for nothing don't look natural nor sound natural in a fog.
The whooping went on, and in about a minute I come a booming down on a
cut bank with smoky ghosts of big trees on it, and the current throwed me off
to the left and shot by, amongst a lot of snags that fairly roared, the current was
tearing by them so swift.
In another second or two it was solid white and still again. I set perfectly
still, then, listening to my heart thump, and I reckon I didn't draw a breath
while it thumped a hundred.
I just give up, then. I knowed what the matter was. That cut bank was
an island, and Jim had gone down 'tother side of it. It warn't no tow-head, that
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you could float by in ten minutes. It had the big timber of a regular island;
it might be five or six mile long and more than a half a mile wide.
I kept quiet, with my ears cocked, about fifteen minutes, I reckon. I was
floating along, of course, four or five mile an hour; but you don't ever think of
that. No, you feel like you are laying dead still on the water; and if a little
glimpse of a snag slips by, you don't think to yourself how fast you're going, but
you catch your breath and think, my! how that snag's tearing along. If you
think it ain't dismal and lonesome out in a fog that way, by yourself, in the
night, you try it once -- you'll see.
Next, for about a half an hour, I whoops now and then; at last I hears the
answer a long ways off, and tries to follow it, but I couldn't do it, and directly I
judged I'd got into a nest of tow-heads, for I had little dim glimpses of them on
both sides of me, sometimes just a narrow channel between; and some that I
couldn't see, I knowed was there, because I'd hear the wash of the current against
the old dead brush and trash that hung over the banks. Well, I warn't long
losing the whoops, down amongst the tow-heads; and I only tried to chase them
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a little while, anyway, because it was worse than chasing a Jack-o-lantern. You
never knowed a sound dodge around so, and swap places so quick and so much.
I had to claw away from the bank pretty lively, four or five times, to keep
from knocking the islands out of the river; and so I judged the raft must be but-
ting into the bank every now and then, or else it would get further ahead and
clear out of hearing -- it was floating a little faster than what I was.
Well, I seemed to be in the open river again, by-and-by, but I couldn't hear
no sign of a whoop nowheres. I reckoned Jim had fetched up on a snag, maybe,
and it was all up with him. I was good and tired, so I laid down in the canoe
and said I wouldn't bother no more. I didn't want to go to sleep, of course; but
I was so sleepy I couldn't help it; so I thought I would take just one little
cat-nap.
But I reckon it was more than a cat-nap, for when I waked up the stars was
shining bright, the fog was all gone, and I was spinning down a big bend stern
first. First I didn't know where I was; I thought I was dreaming; and when
things begun to come back to me, they seemed to come up dim out of last
week.
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It was a monstrous big river here, with the tallest and the thickest kind of
timber on both banks; just a solid wall, as well as I could see, by the stars. I
looked away down stream, and seen a black speck on the water. I took out after
it; but when I got to it it warn't nothing but a couple of saw-logs made fast
together. Then I see another speck, and chased that; then another, and this
time I was right. It was the raft.
When I got to it Jim was setting there with his head down between his knees,
asleep, with his right arm hanging over the steering oar. The other oar was
smashed off, and the raft was littered up with leaves and branches and dirt. So
she'd had a rough time.
I made fast and laid down under Jim's nose on the raft, and begun to gap,
and stretch my fists out against Jim, and says:
"Hello, Jim, have I been asleep? Why didn't you stir me up?"
"Goodness gracious, is dat you, Huck? En you am' dead -- you ain' drownded
-- you's back agin? It's too good for true, honey, it's too good for true. Lemme
look at you, chile, lemme feel o' you. "No, you ain' dead! you's back agin,' live
en soun', jis de same ole Huck -- de same ole Huck, thanks to goodness!"
"What's the matter with you, Jim? You been a drinking?"
"Drinkin'? Has I ben a drinkin'? Has I had a chance to be a drinkin'?"
"Well, then, what makes you talk so wild?"
"How does I talk wild?"
"How? why, hain't you been talking about my coming back, and all that
stuff, as if I'd been gone away?"
"Huck -- Huck Finn, you look me in de eye; look me in de eye. Hain't you
ben gone away?"
"Gone away? Why, what in the nation do you mean? I hain't been gone
anywheres. Where would I go to?"
"Well, looky here, boss, dey's sumf'n wrong, dey is. Is I me, or who is I?
Is I heah, or whah is I? Now dat's what I wants to know?"
"Well, I think you're here, plain enough, but I think you're a tangle-headed
old fool, Jim."
"I is, is I? Well you answer me dis. Didn't you tote out de line in de
canoe, fer to make fas' to de tow-head?"
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"No, I didn't. What tow-head? I hain't seen no tow-head."
"You hain't seen no tow-head? Looky here -- didn't de line pull loose en de
raf go a hummin' down de river, en leave you en de canoe behine in de fog?"
"What fog?"
"Why de fog. De fog dat's ben aroun' all night. En didn't you whoop, en
didn't I whoop, tell we got mix' up in de islands en one un us got los' en 'tother
one was jis' as good as los', 'kase he didn' know whah he wuz? En didn't I bust
up agin a lot er dem islands en have a turrible time en mos' git drownded? Now
ain' dat so, boss -- ain't it so? You answer me dat."
"Well, this is too many for me, Jim. I hain't seen no fog, nor no islands,
nor no troubles, nor nothing. I been setting here talking with you all night till
you went to sleep about ten minutes ago, and I reckon I done the same. You
couldn't a got drunk in that time, so of course you've been dreaming."
"Dad fetch it, how is I gwyne to dream all dat in ten minutes?"
"Well, hang it all, you did dream it, because there didn't any of it happen."
"But Huck, it's all jis' as plain to me as--"
"It don't make no difference how plain it is, there ain't nothing in it. I
know, because I've been here all the time."
Jim didn't say nothing for about five minutes, but set there studying over it.
Then he says:
"Well, den, I reck'n I did dream it, Huck; but dog my cats ef it ain't de
powerfullest dream I ever see. En I hain't ever had no dream b'fo' dat's tired
me like dis one."
"Oh, well, that's all right, because a dream does tire a body like everything,
sometimes. But this one was a staving dream -- tell me all about it, Jim."
So Jim went to work and told me the whole thing right through, just as it
happened, only he painted it up considerable. Then he said he must start in
and "'terpret" it, because it was sent for a warning. He said the first tow-head
stood for a man that would try to do us some good, but the current was another
man that would get us away from him. The whoops was warnings that would
come to us every now and then, and if we didn't try hard to make out to under-
stand them they'd just take us into bad luck, 'stead of keeping us out of it.
The lot of tow-heads was troubles we was going to get into with quarrelsome
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people and all kinds of mean folks, but if we minded our business and didn't
talk back and aggravate them, we would pull through and get out of the fog and
into the big clear river, which was the free States, and wouldn't have no more
trouble.
It had clouded up pretty dark just after I got onto the raft, but it was
clearing up again, now.
"Oh, well, that's all interpreted well enough, as far as it goes, Jim," I says;
"but what does these things stand for?"
It was the leaves and rubbish on the raft, and the smashed oar. You could
see them first rate, now.
Jim looked at the trash, and then looked at me, and back at the trash again.
He had got the dream fixed so strong in his head that he couldn't seem to shake
it loose and get the facts back into its place again, right away. But when he
did get the thing straightened around, he looked at me steady, without ever
smiling, and says:
"What do dey stan' for? I's gwyne to tell you. When I got all wore out
wid work, en wid de callin' for you, en went to sleep, my heart wuz mos' broke
bekase you wuz los', en I didn' k'yer no mo' what become er me en de raf. En
when I wake up en fine you back agin', all safe en soun', de tears come en I
could a got down on my knees en kiss' yo' foot I's so thankful. En all you wuz
thinkin' 'bout wuz how you could make a fool uv ole Jim wid a lie. Dat truck
dah is trash; en trash is what people is dat puts dirt on de head er dey fren's
en makes 'em ashamed."
Then he got up slow, and walked to the wigwam, and went in there, without
saying anything but that. But that was enough. It made me feel so mean I
could almost kissed his foot to get him to take it back.
It was fifteen minutes before I could work myself up to go and humble
myself to a nigger -- but I done it, and I warn't ever sorry for it afterwards,
neither. I didn't do him no more mean tricks, and I wouldn't done that one if
I'd a knowed it would make him feel that way.
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Chapter XVI
We slept most all day, and started out at
night, a little ways behind a mon- 
strous long raft that was as long
going by as a procession. She had
four long sweeps at each end, so we
judged she carried as many as thirty
men, likely. She had five big wig-
wams aboard, wide apart, and an open
camp fire in the middle, and a tall
flag-pole at each end. There was a
power of style about her. It amounted
to something being a raftsman on such
a craft as that.
We went drifting down into a big
bend, and the night clouded up and
got hot. The river was very wide, and
was walled with solid timber on both
sides; you couldn't see a break in it
hardly ever, or a light. We talked about Cairo, and wondered whether we would
know it when we got to it. I said likely we wouldn't, because I had heard say
there warn't but about a dozen houses there, and if they didn't happen to have
them lit up, how was we going to know we was passing a town? Jim said if the
two big rivers joined together there, that would show. But I said maybe we
might think we was passing the foot of an island and coming into the same old
river again. That disturbed Jim -- and me too. So the question was, what to
do? I said, paddle ashore the first time a light showed, and tell them pap was
behind, coming along with a trading-scow, and was a green hand at the business,
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and wanted to know how far it was to Cairo. Jim thought it was a good idea,
so we took a smoke on it and waited.
There warn't nothing to do, now, but to look out sharp for the town, and not
pass it without seeing it. He said he'd be mighty sure to see it, because he'd be
a free man the minute he seen it, but if he missed it he'd be in the slave country
again and no more show for freedom. Every little while he jumps up and says:
"Dah she is!"
But it warn't. It was Jack-o-lanterns, or lightning-bugs; so he set down
again, and went to watching, same as before. Jim said it made him all over
trembly and feverish to be so close to freedom. Well, I can tell you it made me
all over'trembly and feverish, too, to hear him, because I begun to get it through
my head that he was most free -- and who was to blame for it? Why, me. I
couldn't get that out of my conscience, no how nor no way. It got to troubling
me so I couldn't rest; I couldn't stay still in one place. It hadn't ever come
home to me before, what this thing was that I was doing. But now it did; and
it staid with me, and scorched me more and more. I tried to make out to
myself that I warn't to blame, because I didn't run Jim off from his rightful
owner; but it warn't no use, conscience up and says, every time, "But you
knowed he was running for his freedom, and you could a paddled ashore and told
somebody." That was so -- I couldn't get around that, noway. That was where
it pinched. Conscience says to me, "What had poor Miss Watson done to you,
that you could see her nigger go off right under your eyes and never say one
single word? What did that poor old woman do to you, that you could treat
her so mean? Why, she tried to learn you your book, she tried to learn you
your manners, she tried to be good to you every way she knowed how. That's
what she done."
I got to feeling so mean and so miserable I most wished I was dead. I
fidgeted up and down the raft, abusing myself to myself, and Jim was fidgeting
up and down past me. We neither of us could keep still. Every time he danced
around and says, "Dah's Cairo!" it went through me like a shot, and I thought
if it was Cairo I reckoned I would die of miserableness.
Jim talked out loud all the time while I was talking to myself. He was saying
how the first thing he would do when he got to a free State he would go to
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saving up money and never spend a single cent, and when he got enough he
would buy his wife, which was owned on a farm close to where Miss Watson
lived; and then they would both work to buy the two children, and if their
master wouldn't sell them, they'd get an Ab'litionist to go and steal them.
It most froze me to hear such talk. He wouldn't ever dared to talk such talk
in his life before. Just see what a difference it made in him the minute he judged
he was about free. It was according to the old saying, "give a nigger an inch and
he'll take an ell." Thinks I, this is what comes of my not thinking. Here was this
nigger which I had as good as helped to run away, coming right out flat-footed
and saying he would steal his children -- children that belonged to a man I didn't
even know; a man that hadn't ever done me no harm.
I was sorry to hear Jim say that, it was such a lowering of him. My
conscience got to stirring me up hotter than ever, until at last I says to it, "Let
up on me -- it ain't too late, yet -- I'll paddle ashore at the first light, and tell." I
felt easy, and happy, and light as a feather, right off. All my troubles was gone.
I went to looking out sharp for a light, and sort of singing to myself. By-and-
by one showed. Jim sings out:
"We's safe, Huck, we's safe! Jump up and crack yo' heels, dat's de good
ole Cairo at las', I jis knows it!"
I says:
"I'll take the canoe and go see, Jim. It mightn't be, you know."
He jumped and got the canoe ready, and put his old coat in the bottom for
me to set on, and give me the paddle; and as I shoved off, he says:
"Pooty soon I'll be a-shout'n for joy, en I'll say, it's all on accounts o' Huck;
I's a free man, en I couldn't ever ben free ef it hadn' ben for Huck; Huck done
it. Jim won't ever forgit you, Huck; you's de bes' fren' Jim's ever had; en
you's de only fren' ole Jim's got now."
I was paddling off, all in a sweat to tell on him; but when he says this, it
seemed to kind of take the tuck all out of me. I went along slow then, and I
warn't right down certain whether I was glad I started or whether I warn't. When
I was fifty yards off, Jim says:
"Dah you goes, de ole true Huck; de on'y white genlman dat ever kep' his
promise to ole Jim."
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Well, I just felt sick. But I says, I got to do it -- I can't get out of it. Right
then, along comes a skiff with two men in it, with guns, and they stopped and I
stopped. One of them says:
"What's that, yonder?"
"A piece of a raft," I says.
"Do you belong on it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Any men on it?"
"Only one, sir."
"Well, there's five niggers run off to-night, up yonder above the head of
the bend. Is your man white or black?"
I didn't answer up prompt. I tried to, but the words wouldn't come.
I tried, for a second or two, to brace up and out with it, but I warn't man
enough -- hadn't the spunk of a rabbit. I see I was weakening; so I just give up
trying, and up and says --
"He's white."
"I reckon we'll go and see for ourselves."
"I wish you would," says I, il because it's pap that's there, and maybe you'd
help me tow the raft ashore where the light is. He's sick -- and so is mam and
Mary Ann."
"Oh, the devil! we're in a hurry, boy. But I s'pose we've got to. Come --
buckle to your paddle, and let's get along."
I buckled to my paddle and they laid to their oars. When we had made a
stroke or two, I says:
"Pap'll be mighty much obleeged to you, I can tell you. Everybody goes away
when I want them to help me tow the raft ashore, and I can't do it by myself."
"Well, that's infernal mean. Odd, too. Say, boy, what's the matter with
your father?"
"It's the -- a -- the -- well, it ain't anything, much."
They stopped pulling. It warn't but a mighty little ways to the raft, now.
One says:
"Boy, that's a lie. What is the matter with your pap? Answer up square,
now, and it'll be the better for you."
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"I will, sir, I will, honest -- but don't leave us, please. It's the -- the -- gentle-
men, if you'll only pull ahead, and let me heave you the head-line, you won't
have to come a-near the raft -- please do."
"Set her back, John, set her back!" says one. They backed water.
"Keep away, boy -- keep to looard. Confound it, I just expect the wind has
Mowed it to us. Your pap's got the small-pox, and you know it precious well.
Why didn't you come out and say so? Do you want to spread it all over?"
"Well," says I, a-blubbering, "I've told everybody before, and then they
just went away and left us."
"Poor devil, there's something in that. We are right down sorry for you,
but we -- well, hang it, we don't want the small-pox, you see. Look here, I'll
tell you what to do. Don't you try to land by yourself, or you'll smash every-
thing to pieces. You float along down about twenty miles and you'll come to a
town on the left-hand side of the river. It will be long after sun-up, then, and
when you ask for help, you tell them your folks are all down with chills and
fever. Don't be a fool again, and let people guess what is the matter. Now we're
trying to do you a kindness; so you just put twenty miles between us, that's a
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good boy. It wouldn't do any good to land yonder where the light is-it's only
a wood-yard. Say -- I reckon your father's poor, and I'm bound to say he's in
pretty hard luck. Here -- I'll put a twenty dollar gold piece on this board and
you get it when it floats by. I feel mighty mean to leave you, but my
kingdom! it won't do to fool with small-pox, don't you see?"
"Hold on, Parker," says the other man, here's a twenty to put on the board
for me. Good-bye, boy, you do as Mr. Parker told you, and you'll be all right."
"That's so, my boy -- good-bye, good-bye. If you see any runaway niggers,
you get help and nab them, and you can make some money by it."
"Good-bye, sir," says I, "I won't let no runaway niggers get by me if I can
help it."
They went off, and I got aboard the raft, feeling bad and low, because I
knowed very well I had done wrong, and I see it warn't no use for me to try
to learn to do right; a body that don't get started right when he's little, ain't
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got no show -- when the pinch comes there ain't nothing to back him up and keep
him to his work, and so he gets beat. Then I thought a minute, and says to
myself, hold on, -- s pose you'd a done right and give Jim up; would you felt
better than what you do now? No, says I, I'd feel bad -- I'd feel just the same
way I do now. Well, then, says I, what's the use you learning to do right, when
it's troublesome to do right and ain't no trouble to do wrong, and the wages is
just the same? I was stuck. I couldn't answer that. So I reckoned I wouldn't
bother no more about it, but after this always do whichever come handiest at
the time.
I went into the wigwam; Jim warn't there. I looked all around; he
warn't anywhere. I says:
"Jim!"
"Here I is, Huck. Is dey out o' sight yit? Don't talk loud."
He was in the river, under the stern oar, with just his nose out. I told him
they was out of sight, so he come aboard. He says:
"I was a-listenin' to all de talk, en I slips into de river en was gwyne to
shove for sho' if dey come aboard. Den I was gwyne to swim to de raf agin
when dey was gone. But lawsy, how you did fool 'em, Huck! Dat wuz de
smartes' dodge! I tell you, chile, I 'speck it save' ole Jim -- ole Jim ain't gwyne
to forgit you for dat, honey."
Then we talked about the money. It was a pretty good raise, twenty dollars
apiece. Jim said we could take deck passage on a steamboat now, and the
money would last us as far as we wanted to go in the free States. He said twenty
mile more warn't far for the raft to go, but he wished we was already there.
Towards daybreak we tied up, and Jim was mighty particular about hiding
the raft good. Then he worked all day fixing things in bundles, and getting all
ready to quit rafting.
That night about ten we hove in sight of the lights of a town away down
in a left-hand bend.
I went off in the canoe, to ask about it. Pretty soon I found a man out in
the river with a skiff, setting a trot-line. I ranged up and says:
"Mister, is that town Cairo--?"
"Cairo? no. You roust be a blame' fool,"
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"What town is it, mister?"
"If you want to know, go and find out. If you stay here botherin' around
me for about a half a minute longer, you'll get something you won't want."
I paddled to the raft. Jim was awful disappointed, but I said never mind,
Cairo would be the next place, I reckoned.
We passed another town before daylight, and I was going out again; but it
was high ground, so I didn't go. No high ground about Cairo, Jim said. I had
forgot it. We laid up for the day, on a tow-head tolerable close to the left-hand
bank. I begun to suspicion something. So did Jim. I says:
"Maybe we went by Cairo in the fog that night."
He says:
"Doan' less' talk about it, Huck. Po' niggers can't have no luck. I awluz
'spected dat rattle-snake skin warn't done wid it's work."
"I wish I'd never seen that snake-skin, Jim -- I do wish I'd never laid eyes
on it."
"It ain't yo' fault, Huck; you didn' know. Don't you blame yo'self
'bout it."
When it was daylight, here was the clear Ohio water in shore, sure
enough, and outside was the old regular Muddy! So it was all up with Cairo.
We talked it all over. It wouldn't do to take to the shore; we couldn't take
the raft up the stream, of course. There warn't no way but to wait for dark,
and start back in the canoe and take the chances. So we slept all day amongst
the cotton-wood thicket, so as to be fresh for the work, and when we went back
to the raft about dark the canoe was gone!
We didn't say a word for a good while. There warn't anything to say. We
both knowed well enough it was some more work of the rattle-snake skin; so
what was the use to talk about it? It would only look like we was finding fault,
and that would be bound to fetch more bad luck -- and keep on fetching it, too,
till we knowed enough to keep still.
By-and-by we talked about what we better do, and found there warn't no way
but just to go along down with the raft till we got a chance to buy a canoe to go
back in. We warn't going to borrow it when there warn't anybody around, the
way pap would do, for that might set people after us.
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So we shoved out, after dark, on the raft.
Anybody that don't believe yet, that it's foolishness to handle a snake-skin,
after all that that snake-skin done for us, will believe it now, if they read on and
see what more it done for us.
The place to buy canoes is off of rafts laying up at shore. But we didn't see
no rafts laying up; so we went along during three hours and more. Well, the
night got gray, and ruther thick, which is the next meanest thing to fog. You
can't tell the shape of the river, and you can't see no distance. It got to be very
late and still, and then along comes a steamboat up the river. We lit the lan-
tern, and judged she would see it. Up-stream boats didn't generly come close to
us; they go out and follow the bars and hunt for easy water under the reefs; but
nights like this they bull right up the channel against the whole river.
We could hear her pounding along, but we didn't see her good till she was
close. She aimed right for us. Often they do that and try to see how close they
can come without touching; sometimes the wheel bites off a sweep, and then the
pilot sticks his head out and laughs, and thinks he's mighty smart. Well, here
she comes, and we said she was going to try to shave us; but she didn't seem to
be sheering off a bit. She was a big one, and she was coming in a hurry, too,
looking like a black cloud with rows of glow-worms around it; but all of a
sudden she bulged out, big and scary, with a long row of wide-open furnace doors
shining like red-hot teeth, and her monstrous bows and guards hanging right
over us. There was a yell at us, and a jingling of bells to stop the engines, a
pow-wow of cussing, and whistling of steam -- and as Jim went overboard on one
side and I on the other, she come smashing straight through the raft.
I dived -- and I aimed to find the bottom, too, for a thirty-foot wheel had got
to go over me, and I wanted it to have plenty of room. I could always stay
under water a minute; this time I reckon I staid under water a minute and a
half. Then I bounced for the top in a hurry, for I was nearly busting. I popped
out to my arm-pits and blowed the water out of my nose, and puffed a bit. Of
course there was a booming current; and of course that boat started her engines
again ten seconds after she stopped them, for they never cared much for rafts-
men; so now she was churning along up the river, out of sight in the thick
weather, though I could hear her.
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I sung out for Jim about a dozen times, but I didn't get any answer; so I
grabbed a plank that touched me while I was "treading water," and struck out
for shore, shoving it ahead of me. But I made out to see that the drift of the
current was towards the left-hand shore, which meant that I was in a crossing;
so I changed off and went that way.
It was one of these long, slanting, two-mile crossings; so I was a good long
time in getting over. I made a safe landing, and clum up the bank. I couldn't
see but a little ways, but I went poking along over rough ground for a quarter of
a mile or more, and then I run across a big old-fashioned double log house before
I noticed it. I was going to rush by and get away, but a lot of dogs jumped out
and went to howling and barking at me, and I knowed better than to move
another peg.
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Chapter XVII
In about half a minute somebody spoke
out of a window, without putting his 
head out, and says:
"Be done, boys! Who's there?"
I says:
"It's me."
"Who's me?"
"George Jackson, sir."
"What do you want?"
"I don't want nothing, sir. I only
want to go along by, but the dogs won't
let me."
"What are you prowling around here
this time of night, for -- hey?"
"I warn't prowling around, sir; I fell
overboard off of the steamboat."
"Oh, you did, did you? Strike a
light there, somebody. What did you say your name was?"
"George Jackson, sir. I'm only a boy."
"Look here; if you're telling the truth, you needn't be afraid -- nobody 'll
hurt you. But don't try to budge; stand right where you are. House out Bob
and Tom, some of you, and fetch the guns. George Jackson, is there anybody
with you?"
"No, sir, nobody."
I heard the people stirring around in the house, now, and see a light. The
man sung out:
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"Snatch that light away, Betsy, you old fool -- ain't you got any sense? Put
it on the floor behind the front door. Bob, if you and Tom are ready, take your
places."
"All ready."
"Now, George Jackson, do you know the Shepherdsons?"
"No, sir -- I never heard of them."
"Well, that may be so, and it mayn't. Now, all ready. Step forward,
George Jackson. And mind, don't you hurry -- come mighty slow. If there's
anybody with you, let him keep back -- if he shows himself he'll be shot. Come
along, now. Come slow; push the door open, yourself -- just enough to squeeze
in, d' you hear?"
I didn't hurry, I couldn't if I'd a wanted to. I took one slow step at a time,
and there warn't a sound, only I thought I could hear my heart. The dogs were
as still as the humans, but they followed a little behind me. When I got to the
three log door-steps, I heard them unlocking and unbarring and unbolting. I
put my hand on the door and pushed it a little and a little more, till somebody
said, "There, that's enough -- put your head in." I done it, but I judged they
would take it off.
The candle was on the floor, and there they all was, looking at me, and me at
them, for about a quarter of a minute. Three big men with guns pointed at me,
which made me wince, I tell you; the oldest, gray and about sixty, the other two
thirty or more -- all of them fine and handsome -- and the sweetest old gray-headed
lady, and back of her two young women which I couldn't see right well. The
old gentleman says:
"There -- I reckon it's all right. Come in."
As soon as I was in, the old gentleman he locked the door and barred it and
bolted it, and told the young men to come in with their guns, and they all went
in a big parlor that had a new rag carpet on the floor, and got together in a
corner that was out of range of the front windows -- there warn't none on the
side. They held the candle, and took a good look at me, and all said, "Why he
ain't a Shepherdson -- no, there ain't any Shepherdson about him." Then the
old man said he hoped I wouldn't mind being searched for arms, because he
didn't mean no harm by it -- it was only to make sure. So he didn't pry
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into my pockets, but only felt outside with his hands, and said it was all right.
He told me to make myself easy and at home, and tell all about myself; but the
old lady says:
"Why bless you, Saul, the poor thing's as wet as lie can be; and don't
you reckon it may be he's hungry?"
"True for you, Rachel -- I forgot."
So the old lady says:
"Betsy" (this was a nigger woman), "you fly around and get him something
to eat, as quick as you can, poor thing; and one of you girls go and wake up
Buck and tell him -- Oh, here he is himself. Buck, take this little stranger and
get the wet clothes off from him and dress him up in some of yours that's dry."
Buck looked about as old as me --
thirteen or fourteen or along there, 
though he was a little bigger than me.
He hadn't on anything but a shirt,
and he was very frowsy-headed. He
come in gaping and digging one fist
into his eyes, and he was dragging a
gun along with the other one. He
says:
"Ain't they no Shepherd sons
around?"
They said, no, 'twas a false alarm.
"Well," he says, "if they'd a ben
some, I reckon I'd a got one."
They all laughed, and Bob says:
"Why, Buck, they might have
scalped us all, you've been so slow in
coming."
"Well, nobody come after me, and
it ain't right. I'm always kep' down;
I don't get no show."
Never mind, Buck, my boy," says the old man, "you'll have show enough,
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all in good time, don't you fret about that. Go 'long with you now, and do
us your mother told you."
When we got upstairs to his room, he got me a coarse shirt and a round-
about and pants of his, and I put them on. While I was at it he asked me what
my name was, but before I could tell him, he started to telling me about a blue
jay and a young rabbit he had catched in the woods day before yesterday, and he
asked me where Moses was when the candle went out. I said I didn't know; I
hadn't heard about it before, no way.
"Well, guess," he says.
"How'm I going to guess," says I, "when I never heard tell about it
before?"
"But you can guess, can't you? It's just as easy."
"Which candle?" I says.
"Why, any candle," he says.
"I don't know where he was," says I; "where was he?"
"Why he was in the dark! That's where he was!"
"Well, if you knowed where he was, what did you ask me for?"
"Why, blame it, it's a riddle, don't you see? Say, how long are you going to
stay here? You got to stay always. We can just have booming times -- they
don't have no school now. Do you own a dog? I've got a dog -- and he'll go in
the river and bring out chips that you throw in. Do you like to comb up,
Sundays, and all that kind of foolishness? You bet I don't, but ma she makes
me. Confound these ole britches, I reckon I'd better put 'em on, but I'd ruther
not, it's so warm. Are you all ready? All right -- come along, old hoss."
Cold corn-pone, cold corn-beef, butter and butter-milk -- that is what they
had for me down there, and there ain't nothing better that ever I've come across
yet. Buck and his ma and all of them smoked cob pipes, except the nigger
woman, which was gone, and the two young women. They all smoked and
talked, and I eat and talked. The young women had quilts around them,
and their hair down their backs. They all asked me questions, and I told
them how pap and me and all the family was living on a little farm down at
the bottom of Arkansaw, and my sister Mary Ann run off and got married and
never was heard of no more, and Bill went to hunt them and he warn't heard of
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no more, and Tom and Mort died, and then there warn't nobody but just me and
pap left, and he was just trimmed down to nothing, on account of his troubles;
so when he died I took what there was left, because the farm didn't belong to us,
and started up the river, deck passage, and fell overboard; and that was how I
come to be here. So they said I could have a home there as long as I wanted it.
Then it was most daylight, and everybody went to bed, and I went to bed with
Buck, and when I waked up in the morning, drat it all, I had forgot what my
name was. So I laid there about an hour trying to think, and when Buck
waked up, I says:
"Can you spell, Buck?"
"Yes," he says.
"I bet you can't spell my name," says I.
"I bet you what you dare I can," says he.
"All right," says I, "go ahead."
"G-o-r-g-e J-a-x-o-n -- there now," he says.
"Well," says I, "you done it, but I didn't think you could. It ain't no
slouch of a name to spell -- right off without studying."
I set it down, private, because somebody might want me to spell it, next, and
so I wanted to be handy with it and rattle it off like I was used to it.
It was a mighty nice family, and a mighty nice house, too. I hadn't seen no
house out in the country before that was so nice and had so much style. It didn't
have an iron latch on the front door, nor a wooden one with a buckskin string,
but a brass knob to turn, the same as houses in a town. There warn't no bed
in the parlor, not a sign of a bed; but heaps of parlors in towns has beds in
them. There was a big fireplace that was bricked on the bottom, and the bricks
was kept clean and red by pouring water on them and scrubbing them with
another brick; sometimes they washed them over with red water-paint that they
call Spanish-brown, same as they do in town. They had big brass dog-irons that
could hold up a saw-log. There was a clock on the middle of the mantel-piece,
with a picture of a town painted on the bottom half of the glass front, and a
round place in the middle of it for the sun, and you could see the pendulum
swing behind it. It was beautiful to hear that clock tick; and sometimes when
one of these peddlers had been along and scoured her up and got her in good
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shape, she would start in and strike a hundred and fifty before she got tuck-
ered out. They wouldn't took any money for her.
Well, there was a big outlandish parrot on each side of the clock, made out of
something like chalk, and painted up gaudy. By one of the parrots was a cat
made of crockery, and a crockery dog by the other; and when you pressed down
on them they squeaked, but didn't open their mouths nor look different nor
interested. They squeaked through underneath. There was a couple of big
wild-turkey-wing fans spread out behind those things. On a table in the middle
of the room was a kind of a lovely crockery basket that had apples and oranges
and peaches and grapes piled up in it which was much redder and yellower and
prettier than real ones is, but they warn't real because you could see where pieces
had got chipped off and showed the white chalk or whatever it was, underneath.
This table had a cover made out of beautiful oil-cloth, with a red and blue
spread-eagle painted on it, and a painted border all around. It come all the way
from Philadelphia, they said. There was some books too, piled up perfectly
exact, on each corner of the table. One was a big family Bible, full of pictures.
One was "Pilgrim's Progress, "about a man that left his family it didn't say why.
I read considerable in it now and then. The statements was interesting, but
tough. Another was "Friendship's Offering," full of beautiful stuff and poetry;
but I didn't read the poetry. Another was Henry Clay's Speeches, and another
was Dr. Gunn's Family Medicine, which told you all about what to do if a body
was sick or dead. There was a Hymn Book, and a lot of other books. And
there was nice split-bottom chairs, and perfectly sound, too -- not bagged down in
the middle and busted, like an old basket.
They had pictures hung on the walls -- mainly Washingtons and Lafayettes,
and battles, and Highland Marys, and one called "Signing the Declaration." There
was some that they called crayons, which one of the daughters which was dead
made her own self when she was only fifteen years old. They was different from
any pictures I ever see before; blacker, mostly, than is common. One was a
woman in a slim black dress, belted small under the arm-pits, with bulges like a
cabbage in the middle of the sleeves, and a large black scoop-shovel bonnet with
a black veil, and white slim ankles crossed about with black tape, and very wee
black slippers, like a chisel, and she was leaning pensive on a tombstone on her
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right elbow, under a weeping willow, and her other hand hanging down her side
holding a white handkerchief and a reticule, and underneath the picture it said
"Shall I Never See Thee More Alas." Another one was a young lady with her
hair all combed up straight to the top of her head, and knotted there in front of
a comb like a chair-back, and she was crying into a handkerchief and had a dead
bird laying on its back in her other hand with its heels up, and underneath the
picture it said "I Shall Never Hear Thy Sweet Chirrup More Alas." There was
one where a young lady was at a window looking up at the moon, and tears
running down her cheeks; and she had an open letter in one hand with black
sealing-wax showing on one edge of
it, and she was mashing a locket 
with a chain to it against her mouth,
and underneath the picture it said
"And Art Thou Gone Yes Thou
Art Gone Alas." These was all
nice pictures, I reckon, but I didn't
somehow seem to take to them, be-
cause if ever I was down a little,
they always give me the fan-tods.
Everybody was sorry she died, be-
cause she had laid out a lot more of
these pictures to do, and a body
could see by what she had done what
they had lost. But I reckoned,
that with her disposition, she was
having a better time in the grave-
yard. She was at work on what
they said was her greatest picture
when she took sick, and every day
and every night it was her prayer to
be allowed to live till she got it done, but she never got the chance. It was a
picture of a young woman in a long white gown, standing on the rail of a bridge
all ready to jump off, with her hair all down her back, and looking up to the
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moon, with the tears running down her face, and she had two arms folded
across her breast, and two arms stretched out in front, and two more reaching
up towards the moon -- and the idea was, to see which pair would look best and
then scratch out all the other arms; but, as I was saying, she died before she
got her mind made up, and now they kept this picture over the head of the
bed in her room, and every time her birthday come they hung flowers on it.
Other times it was hid with a little curtain. The young woman in the picture
had a kind of a nice sweet face, but there was so many arms it made her look
too spidery, seemed to me.
This young girl kept a scrap-book when she was alive, and used to paste
obituaries and accidents and cases of patient suffering in it out of the Pres-
byterian Observer, and write poetry after them out of her own head. It was
very good poetry. This is what she wrote about a boy by the name of Stephen
Dowling Bots that fell down a well and was drownded:
. . . . . . . . . . . Ode To Stephen Dowling Bots, Dec'd.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . And did young Stephen sicken,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .And did young Stephen die?
. . . . . . . . . . . . . And did the sad hearts thicken,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .And did the mourners cry?
. . . . . . . . . . . . . No; such was not the fate of
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Young Stephen Dowling Bots;
. . . . . . . . . . . . . Though sad hearts round him thickened,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .'Twas not from sickness' shots.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . No whooping-cough did rack his frame,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Nor measles drear, with spots;
. . . . . . . . . . . . . Not these impaired the sacred name
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Of Stephen Dowling Bots.
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. . . . . . . . . . . . . Despised love struck not with woe
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .That head of curly knots,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . Nor stomach troubles laid him low,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Young Stephen Dowling Bots.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . O no. Then list with tearful eye,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Whilst I his fate do tell.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . His soul did from this cold world fly,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .By falling down a well.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . They got him out and emptied him;
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Alas it was too late;
. . . . . . . . . . . . . His spirit was gone for to sport aloft
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .In the realms of the good and great.
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If Emmeline Grangerford could make poetry like that before she was fourteen,
there ain't no telling what she could a done by-and-by. Buck said she
could rattle off poetry like nothing. She didn't ever have to stop to think.
He said she would slap down a line, and if she couldn't find anything to
rhyme with it she would just scratch it out and slap down another one,
and go ahead. She warn't particular, she could write about anything you
choose to give her to write about, just so it was sadful. Every time a man
died, or a woman died, or a child died, she would be on hand with her
"tribute" before he was cold. She called them tributes. The neighbors
said it was the doctor first, then Emmeline, then the undertaker -- the under-
taker never got in ahead of Emmeline but once, and then she hung fire on a
rhyme for the dead person's name, which was Whistler. She warn't ever
the same, after that; she never complained, but she kind of pined away
and did not live long. Poor thing, many's the time I made myself go up
to the little room that used to be hers and get out her poor old scrap-
book and read in it when her pictures had been aggravating me and I
had soured on her a little. I liked all that family, dead ones and all, and
warn't going to let anything come between us. Poor Emmeline made poetry
about all the dead people when she was alive, and it didn't seem right that
there warn't nobody to make some about her, now she was gone; so I tried
to sweat out a verse or two myself, but I couldn't seem to make it go,
somehow. They kept Emmeline's room trim and nice and all the things fixed
in it just the way she liked to have them when she was alive, and nobody
ever slept there. The old lady took care of the room herself, though there
was plenty of niggers, and she sewed there a good deal and read her Bible
there, mostly.
Well, as I was saying about the parlor, there was beautiful curtains on
the windows: white, with pictures painted on them, of castles with vines all
down the walls, and cattle coming down to drink. There was a little old
piano, too, that had tin pans in it, I reckon, and nothing was ever so lovely as
to hear the young ladies sing, "The Last Link is Broken" and play "The Battle
of Prague" on it. The walls of all the rooms was plastered, and most had
carpets on the floors, and the whole house was whitewashed on the outside.
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It was a double house, and the big open place betwixt them was roofed
and floored, and sometimes the table was set there in the middle of the
day, and it was a cool, comfortable place. Nothing couldn't be better. And
warn't the cooking good, and just bushels of it too!
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Chapter XVIII
Col. Grangerford was a gentleman, you
see. He was a gentleman all over; 
and so was his family. He was well
born, as the saying is, and that's worth
as much in a man as it is in a horse,
so the Widow Douglass said, and no-
body ever denied that she was of the
first aristocracy in our town; and
pap he always said it, too, though he
warn't no more quality than a mud-
cat, himself. Col. Grangerford was
very tall and very slim, and had a
darkish-paly complexion, not a sign of
red in it anywheres; he was clean-
shaved every morning, all over his
thin face, and he had the thinnest
kind of lips, and the thinnest kind of
nostrils, and a high nose, and heavy eyebrows, and the blackest kind of eyes,
sunk so deep back that they seemed like they was looking out of caverns at you,
as you may say. His forehead was high, and his hair was black and straight,
and hung to his shoulders. His hands was long and thin, and every day of
his life he put on a clean shirt and a full suit from head to foot made out of
linen so white it hurt your eyes to look at it; and on Sundays he wore a blue
tail-coat with brass buttons on it. He carried a mahogany cane with a silver
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head to it. There warn't no frivolishness about him, not a bit, and he warn't
ever loud. He was as kind as he could be -- you could feel that, you know, and
so you had confidence. Sometimes he smiled, and it was good to see; but when
he straightened himself up like a liberty-pole, and the lightning begun to flicker
out from under his eyebrows you wanted to climb a tree first, and find out what
the matter was afterwards. He didn't ever have to tell anybody to mind their
manners -- everybody was always good mannered where he was, Everybody
loved to have him around, too; he was sunshine most always -- I mean he made
it seem like good weather. When he turned into a cloud-bank it was awful
dark for a half a minute and that was enough; there wouldn't nothing go wrong
again for a week.
When him and the old lady come down in the morning, all the family got up
out of their chairs and give them good-day, and didn't set down again till they
had set down. Then Tom and Bob went to the sideboard where the decanters
was, and mixed a glass of bitters and handed it to him, and he held it in his
hand and waited till Tom's and Bob's was mixed, and then they bowed and said
"Our duty to you, sir, and madam;" and they bowed the least bit in the world
and said thank you, and so they drank, all three, and Bob and Tom poured a
spoonful of water on the sugar and the mite of whisky or apple brandy in the
bottom of their tumblers, and give it to me and Buck, and we drank to the old
people too.
Bob was the oldest, and Tom next. Tall, beautiful men with very broad
shoulders and brown faces, and long black hair and black eyes. They dressed
in white linen from head to foot, like the old gentleman, and wore broad
Panama hats.
Then there was Miss Charlotte, she was twenty-five, and tall and proud and
grand, but as good as she could be, when she warn't stirred up; but when she
was, she had a look that would make you wilt in your tracks, like her father.
She was beautiful.
So was her sister, Miss Sophia, but it was a different kind. She was gentle
and sweet, like a dove, and she was only twenty.
Each person had their own nigger to wait on them -- Buck, too. My nigger
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had a monstrous easy time, because I wam't used to having anybody do anything
for me, but Buck's was on the jump most of the time.
This was all there was of the family, now; but there used to be more -- three
sons; they got killed; and Emmeline that died.
The old gentleman owned a lot of farms, and over a hundred niggers.
Sometimes a stack of people would come there, horseback, from ten or fifteen
mile around, and stay five or six days, and have such junketings round about and
on the river, and dances and picnics in the woods, day-times, and balls at the
house, nights. These people was
mostly kin-folks of the family. 
The men brought their guns
with them. It was a handsome
lot of quality, I tell you.
There was another clan of
aristocracy around there -- five
or six families -- mostly of the
name of Shepherdson. They
was as high-toned, and well
born, and rich and grand, as the
tribe of Grangerfords. The
Shepherdsons and the Granger-
fords used the same steamboat
landing, which was about two
mile above our house; so some-
times when I went up there
with a lot of our folks I used to
see a lot of the Shepherdsons
there, on their fine horses.
One day Buck and me was
away out in the woods, hunt-
ing, and heard a horse coming. We was crossing the road.
"Quick! Jump for the woods!"
Buck says:
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We done it, and then peeped down the woods through the leaves.
Pretty soon a splendid young man come galloping down the road, setting his
horse easy and looking like a soldier. He had his gun across his pommel. I
had seen him before. It was young Harney Shepherdson. I heard Buck's gun
go off at my ear, and Harney's hat tumbled off from his head. He grabbed
his gun and rode straight to the place where we was hid. But we didn't
wait. We started through the woods on a run. The woods warn't thick, so
I looked over my shoulder, to dodge the bullet, and twice I seen Harney cover
Buck with his gun; and then he rode away the way he come -- to get his hat, I
reckon, but I couldn't see. We never stopped running till we got home. The
old gentleman's eyes blazed a minute -- 'twas pleasure, mainly, I judged -- then
his face sort of smoothed down, and he
says, kind of gentle:
"I don't like that shooting from be-
hind a bush. Why didn't you step into 
the road, my boy?"
"The Shepherdsons don't, father.
They always take advantage."
Miss Charlotte she held her head up
like a queen while Buck was telling
his tale, and her nostrils spread and her
eyes snapped. The two young men
looked dark, but never said nothing.
Miss Sophia she turned pale, but the
color come back when she found the
man warn't hurt.
Soon as I could get Buck down by
the corn-cribs under the trees by our-
selves, I says:
"Did you want to kill him, Buck?"
"Well, I bet I did."
"What did he do to you?"
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"Him? He never done nothing to me."
"Well, then, what did you want to kill him for?"
"Why nothing -- only it's on account of the feud."
"What's a feud?"
"Why, where was you raised? Don't you know what a feud is?"
"Never heard of it before -- tell me about it."
"Well," says Buck, "a feud is this way. A man has a quarrel with another
man, and kills him; then that other man's brother kills him; then the other
brothers, on both sides, goes for one another; then the cousins chip in -- and by-
and-by everybody's killed off, and there ain't no more feud. But it's kind of
slow, and takes a long time."
"Has this one been going on long, Buck?"
"Well I should reckon! it started thirty year ago, or som'ers along there.
There was trouble 'bout something and then a lawsuit to settle it; and the suit
went agin one of the men, and so he up and shot the man that won the suit --
which he would naturally do, of course. Anybody would."
"What was the trouble about, Buck? -- land?"
"I reckon maybe -- I don't know."
"Well, who done the shooting? -- was it a Grangerford or a Shepherd-
son?"
"Laws, how do I know? it was so long ago."
"Don't anybody know?"
"Oh, yes, pa knows, I reckon, and some of the other old folks; but they
don't know, now, what the row was about in the first place."
"Has there been many killed, Buck?"
"Yes -- right smart chance of funerals. But they don't always kill. Pa's
got a few buck-shot in him; but he don't mind it 'cuz he don't weigh much
anyway. Bob's been carved up some with a bowie, and Tom's been hurt once or
twice."
"Has anybody been killed this year, Buck?"
"Yes, we got one and they got one. 'Bout three months ago, my cousin
Bud, fourteen year old, was riding through the woods, on t'other side of the river.
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and didn't have no weapon with him, which was blame' foolishness, and in a lone-
some place he hears a horse a-coming behind him, and sees old Baldy Shepherd-
son a-linkin' after him with his gun in his hand and his white hair a-flying in the
wind; and 'stead of jumping off and taking to the brush, Bud 'lowed he could
outrun him; so they had it, nip and tuck, for five mile or more, the old man
a-gaining all the time; so at last Bud seen it warn't any use, so he stopped and
faced around so as to have the bullet holes in front, you know, and the old man
he rode up and shot him down. But he didn't git much chance to enjoy his
luck, for inside of a week our folks laid him out."
"I reckon that old man was a coward, Buck."
"I reckon he warn't a coward. Not by a blame' sight. There ain't a coward
amongst them Shepherdsons -- not a one. And there ain't no cowards amongst
the Grangerfords, either. Why, that old man kep' up his end in a fight one day,
for a half an hour, against three Grangerfords, and come out winner. They was
all a-horseback; he lit off of his horse and got behind a little wood-pile, and kep'
his horse before him to stop the bullets; but the Grangerfords staid on their
horses and capered around the old man, and peppered away at him, and he
peppered away at them. Him and his horse both went home pretty leaky and
crippled, but the Grangerfords had to be fetched home -- and one of 'em was
dead, and another died the next day. No, sir, if a body's out hunting for
cowards, he don't want to fool away any time amongst them Shepherdsons, becuz
they don't breed any of that kind."
Next Sunday we all went to church, about three mile, everybody a-horseback.
The men took their guns along, so did Buck, and kept them between their knees
or stood them handy against the wall. The Shepherdsons done the same. It
was pretty ornery preaching -- all about brotherly love, and such-like tiresomeness;
but everybody said it was a good sermon, and they all talked it over going
home, and had such a powerful lot to say about faith, and good works, and free
grace, and preforeordestination, and I don't know what all, that it did seem to
me to be one of the roughest Sundays I had run across yet.
About an hour after dinner everybody was dozing around, some in their chairs
and some in their rooms, and it got to be pretty dull. Buck and a dog was
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stretched out on the grass in the sun, sound asleep. I went up to our room, and
judged I would take a nap myself. I found that sweet Miss Sophia standing in
her door, which was next to ours, and she took me in her room and shut the
door very soft, and asked me if I liked her, and I said I did; and she asked me
if I would do something for her and not tell anybody, and I said I would. Then
she said she'd forgot her Testament, and left it in the seat at church, between
two other books and would I slip out quiet and go there and fetch it to her,
and not say nothing to nobody. I said I would. So I slid out and slipped off
up the road, and there warn't anybody at the church, except maybe a hog or
the door, and hogs likes a puncheon floor
two, for there warn't any lock on 
in summer-time because it's cool.
If you notice, most folks don't go to
church only when they've got to;
but a hog is different.
Says I to myself something's up
-- it ain't natural for a girl to be
in such a sweat about a Testament;
so I give it a shake, and out drops a
little piece of paper with "Half-past
two" wrote on it with a pencil. I
ransacked it, but couldn't find any-
thing else. I couldn't make any-
thing out of that, so I put the paper
in the book again, and when I got
home and upstairs, there was Miss
Sophia in her door waiting for me.
She pulled me in and shut the door;
then she looked in the Testament
till she found the paper, and as soon
as she read it she looked glad;
and before a body could think, she grabbed me and give me a squeeze, and said I
was the best boy in the world, and not to tell anybody. She was mighty red in
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the face, for a minute, and her eyes lighted up and it made her powerful pretty.
I was a good deal astonished, but when I got my breath I asked her what the
paper was about, and she asked me if I had read it, and I said no, and she asked
me if I could read writing, and I told her "no, only coarse-hand," and then she
said the paper wara't anything but a book-mark to keep her place, and I might
go and play now.
I went off down to the river, studying over this thing, and pretty soon I
noticed that my nigger was following along behind. When we was out of sight
of the house, he looked back and around a second, and then comes a-running,
and says:
"Mars Jawge, if you'll come down into de swamp, I'll show you a whole
stack o' water-moccasins."
Thinks I, that's mighty curious; he said that yesterday. He oughter know
a body don't love water-moccasins enough to go around hunting for them. What
is he up to anyway? So I says --
"All right, trot ahead."
I followed a half a mile, then he struck out over the swamp and waded
ankle deep as much as another half mile. We come to a little flat piece of land
which was dry and very thick with trees and bushes and vines, and he says --
"You shove right in dah, list a few steps, Mars Jawge, dah's whah dey is. I's
seed 'm befo', I don't k'yer to see 'em no mo'."
Then he slopped right along and went away, and pretty soon the trees hid
him. I poked into the place a-ways, and come to a little open patch as big as a
bedroom, all hung around with vines, and found a man laying there asleep -- and
by jings it was my old Jim!
I waked him up, and I reckoned it was going to be a grand surprise to him to
see me again, but it warn't. He nearly cried, he was so glad, but he warn't
surprised. Said he swum along behind me, that night, and heard me yell every
time, but dasn't answer, because he didn't want nobody to pick him up, and take
him into slavery again. Says he --
"I got hurt a little, en couldn't swim fas',' so I wuz a considable ways behine
you, towards de las'; when you landed I reck'ned I could ketch up wid you on de
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lan' 'dout havin' to shout at you, but when I see dat house I begin to go slow. I
'uz off too fur to hear what dey say to you -- I wuz 'fraid o' de dogs -- but when it
'uz all quiet agin, I knowed you's in de house, so I struck out for de woods to
wait for day. Early in de mawnin' some er de niggers come along, gwyne to de
fields, en dey tuck me en showed me dis place, whah de dogs can't track me on
accounts o' de water, en dey brings me truck to eat every night, en tells me how
you's a gitt'n along."
"Why didn't you tell my Jack to fetch me here sooner, Jim?"
"Well, 'twarn't no use to 'sturb you, Huck, tell we could do sumf n -- but we's
all right, now. I beu a-buyin' pots en pans en vittles, as I got a chanst, en a
patchin' up de raf, nights, when--"
"What raft, Jim?"
"Our olcraf."
"You mean to say our old raft warn't smashed all to flinders?"
"No, she warn't. She was tore up a good deal -- one en' of her was -- but dey
warn't no great harm done, on'y our traps was mos' all los'. Ef we hadn' dive'
so deep en swum so fur under water, en de night hadn' ben so dark, en we warn't
so sk'yerd, en ben sich punkin-heads, as de sayin' is, we'd a seed de raf. But it's
jis' as well we didn't, 'kase now she's all fixed up agin mos' as good as new, en
we's got a new lot o' stuff, too, in de place o' what 'uz los'."
"Why, how did you get hold of the raft again, Jim -- did you catch her?"
"How I gwyne to ketch her, en I out in de woods? No, some er de niggers
foun' her ketched on a snag, along heah in de ben', en dey hid her in a crick,
'mongst de willows, en dey wuz so much jawin' 'bout which un 'urn she b'long to de
mos', dat I come to heah 'bout it pooty soon, so I ups en settles de trouble by tellin'
'um she don't b'long to none uv um, but to you en me; en I ast 'm if dey gwyne to
grab a young white genlman's propaty, en git a hid'n for it? Den I gin 'm ten
cents apiece, en dey 'uz mighty well satisfied, en wisht some mo' raf's 'ud come
along en make 'm rich agin. Dey's mighty good to me, dese niggers is, en
whatever I wants 'm to do fur me, I doan' have to ast 'm twice, honey. Dat
Jack's a good nigger, en pooty smart."
"Yes, he is. He ain't ever told me you was here; told me to come, and he'd.
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show me a lot of water-moccasins. If anything happens, he ain't mixed up in it.
He can say he never seen us together, and it'll be the truth."
I don't want to talk much about the next day. I reckon I'll cut it pretty
short. I waked up about dawn, and was agoing to turn over and go to sleep
again, when I noticed how still it was -- didn't seem to be anybody stirring.
That'warn't usual. Next I noticed that Buck was up and gone. Well, I gets
up, a-wondering, and goes down stairs -- nobody around; everything as still as
a mouse. Just the same outside; thinks I, what does it mean? Down by the
wood-pile I comes across my Jack, and says:
"What's it all about?"
Says he:
"Don't you know, Mars Jawge?"
"No," says I, "I don't."
"Well, den, Miss Sophia's run off! 'deed she has. She run off in de night,
sometime -- nobody don't know jis' when -- run off to git married to dat young
Harney Shepherdson, you know -- leastways, so dey 'spec. De fambly foun' it
out, 'bout half an hour ago -- maybe a little mo' -- en' I tell you dey warn't no time
los'. Sich another hurryin' up guns en hosses you never see! De women folks
has gone for to stir up de relations, en ole Mars Saul en de boys tuck dey guns en
rode up de river road for to try to ketch dat young man en kill him 'fo' he kin
git acrost de river wid Miss Sophia. I reck'n dey's gwyne to be mighty rough
times."
"Buck went off 'thout waking me up."
"Well I reck'n he did! Dey warn't gwyne to mix you up in it. Mars
Buck he loaded up his gun en 'lowed he's gwyne to fetch home a Shepherdson or
bust. Well, dey'll be plenty un 'm dah, I reck'n, en you bet you he'll fetch one
ef he gits a chanst."
I took up the river road as hard as I could put. By-and-by I begin to hear
guns a good ways off. When I come in sight of the log store and the wood-pile
where the steamboats lands, I worked along under the trees and brush till I got
to a good place, and then I dumb up into the forks of a cotton-wood that was out
of reach, and watched. There was a wood-rank four foot high, a little ways in
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front of the tree, and first I was going to hide behind that; but maybe it was
luckier I didn't.
There was four or five men cavorting around on their horses in the open
place before the log store, cussing and yelling, and trying to get at a couple of
young chaps that was behind the wood-rank alongside of the steamboat landing
but they couldn't come it. Every time one of them showed himself on the river
side of the wood-pile he got shot at. The two boys was squatting back to back
behind the pile, so they could watch both ways.
By-and-by the men stopped cavorting around and yelling. They started
riding towards the store; then up gets one of the boys, draws a steady bead over
the wood-rank, and drops one of them out of his saddle. All the men jumped
off of their horses and grabbed the hurt one and started to carry him to the store;
and that minute the two boys started on the run. They got half-way to the tree
I was in before the men noticed. Then the men see them, and jumped on their
horses and took out after them. They gained on the boys, but it didn't do no
good, the boys had too good a start; they got to the wood-pile that was in front
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of my tree, and slipped in behind it, and so they had the bulge on the men again.
One of the boys was Buck, and the other was a slim young chap about nineteen
years old.
The men ripped around a while, and then rode away. As soon as they was
out of sight, I sung out to Buck and told him. He didn't know what to make of
my voice coming out of the tree, at first. He was awful surprised. He told me
to watch out sharp and let him know when the men come in sight again; said
they was up to some devilment or other -- wouldn't be gone long. I wished I was
out of that tree, but I dasn't come down. Buck begun to cry and rip, and 'lowed
that him and his cousin Joe (that was the other young chap) would make up for
this day, yet. He said his father and his two brothers was killed, and two or
three of the enemy. Said the Shepherdsons laid for them, in ambush. Buck
said his father and brothers ought to waited for their relations -- the Shepherdsons
was too strong for them. I asked him what was become of young Harney and
Miss Sophia. He said they'd got across the river and was safe. I was glad of
that; but the way Buck did take on because he didn't manage to kill Harney
that day he shot at him -- I hain't ever heard anything like it.
All of a sudden, bang! bang! bang! goes three or four guns -- the men had
slipped around through the woods and come in from behind without their horses!
The boys jumped for the river -- both of them hurt -- and as they swum down the
current the men run along the bank shooting at them and singing out, "Kill
them, kill them!" It made me so sick I most fell out of the tree. I ain't agoing
to tell all that happened -- it would make me sick again if I was to do that. I
wished I hadn't ever come ashore that night, to see such things. I ain't ever
going to get shut of them -- lots of times I dream about them.
I staid in the tree till it begun to get dark, afraid to come down. Sometimes
I heard guns away off in the woods; and twice I seen little gangs of men gallop
past the log store with guns; so I reckoned the trouble was still agoing on. I
was mighty down-hearted; so I made up my mind I wouldn't ever go anear
that house again, because I reckoned I was to blame, somehow. I judged that
that piece of paper meant that Miss Sophia was to meet Harney somewheres at
half-past two and run off; and I judged I ought to told her father about that
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paper and the curious way she acted, and then maybe he would a locked her up
and this awful mess wouldn't ever happened.
When I got down out of the tree, I crept along down the river bank a
piece, and found the two bodies laying in the edge of the water, and tugged
at them till I got them ashore; then I covered up their faces, and got away as
quick as I could. I cried a little when I was covering up Buck's face, for he
was mighty good to me.
It was just dark, now. I never went near the house, but struck through the
woods and made for the swamp. Jim warn't on his island, so I tramped off in
a hurry for the crick, and crowded through the willows, red-hot to jump aboard
and get out of that awful country -- the raft was gone! My souls, but I was
scared! I couldn't get my breath for most a minute. Then I raised a yell. A
voice not twenty-five foot from me, says --
"Good lan'! is dat you, honey? Doan' make no noise."
It was Jim's voice -- nothing ever sounded so good before. I run along the
bank a piece and got aboard, and Jim he grabbed me and hugged me, he was so
glad to see me. He says --
"Laws bless you, chile, I 'uz right down sho' you's dead agin. Jack's been
heah, he say he reck'n you's ben shot, kase you didn' come home no mo'; so
I's jes' dis minute a startin' de raf down towards de mouf er de crick, so's to be
all ready for to shove out en leave soon as Jack comes agin en tells me for certain
you is dead. Lawsy, I's mighty glad to git you back agin, honey."
I says --
"All right -- that's mighty good; they won't find me, and they'll think I've
been killed, and floated down the river -- there's something up there that'll help
them to think so -- so don't you lose no time, Jim, but just shove off for the big
water as fast as ever you can."
I never felt easy till the raft was two mile below there and out in the middle
of the Mississippi. Then we hung up our signal lantern, and judged that we was
free and safe once more. I hadn't had a bite to eat since yesterday; so Jim he got
out some corn-dodgers and buttermilk, and pork and cabbage, and greens --
there ain't nothing in the world so good, when it's cooked right -- and whilst I eat
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my supper we talked, and had a good time. I was powerful glad to get away
from the feuds, and so was Jim to get away from the swamp. We said there
ivarn't no home like a raft, after all. Other places do seem so cramped up and
smothery, but a raft don't. You feel mighty free and easy and comfortable on
a raft.
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Chapter XIX
Two or three days and nights went by;
I reckon I might say they swum by, 
they slid along so quiet and smooth
and lovely. Here is the way we put
in the time. It was a monstrous big
river down there -- sometimes a mile
and a half wide; we run nights, and
laid up and hid day-times; soon as
night was most gone, we stopped
navigating and tied up -- nearly al-
ways in the dead water under a tow-
head; and then cut young cotton-
woods and willows and hid the raft
with them. Then we set out the
lines. Next we slid into the river
and had a swim, so as to freshen up
and cool off; then we set down on
the sandy bottom where the water
was about knee deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a sound, anywheres
-- perfectly still -- just like the whole world was asleep, only sometimes the
bull-frogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first thing to see, looking away over the
water, was a kind of dull line -- that was the woods on t'other side -- you couldn't
make nothing else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness,
spreading around; then the river softened up, away off, and warn't black
any more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along, ever so far
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away -- trading scows, and such things; and long black streaks -- rafts; some-
times you could hear a sweep screaking; or jumbled up voices, it was so still,
and sounds come so far; and by-and-by you could see a streak on the water
which you know by the look of the streak that there's a snag there in a swift
current which breaks on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see
the mist curl up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on t'other side
of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by them cheats so you can
throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice breeze springs up, and comes
fanning you from over there, so cool and fresh, and sweet to smell, on account of
the woods and the flowers; but sometimes not that way, because they've left
dead fish laying around, gars, and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next
you've got the full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds
just going it!
A little smoke couldn't be noticed, now, so we would take some fish off of the
lines, and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would watch the lone-
someness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by-and-by lazy off to sleep.
Wake up, by-and-by, and look to see what done it, and maybe see a steamboat,
coughing along up stream, so far off towards the other side you couldn't tell
nothing about her only whether she was stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about
an hour there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see -- just solid lonesome-
ness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and maybe a galoot on it
chopping, because they're most always doing it on a raft; you'd see the ax flash, and
come down -- you don't hear nothing; you see that ax go up again, and by the time
it's above the man's head, then you hear the k'chunk! -- it had took all that time
to come over the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening
to the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things that went
by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over them. A scow or a
raft went by so close we could hear them talking and cussing and laughing-
heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of them; it made you feel crawly,
it was like spirits carrying on that way in the air. Jim said he believed it was
spirits; but I says:
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"No, spirits wouldn't say, 'dern the dern fog.'"
Soon as it was night, out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle, we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted her
to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water and talked about
all kinds of things -- we was always naked, day and night, whenever the
mosquitoes would let us -- the new clothes Buck's folks made for me was
too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go much on clothes, no-
how.
Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and maybe a
spark -- which was a candle in a cabin window -- and sometimes on the water
you could see a spark or two -- on a raft or a scow, you know; and maybe
you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of them crafts. It's
lovely to live on a raft. "We had the sky, up there, all speckled with stars,
and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about
whether they was made, or only just happened -- Jim he allowed they was made,
but I allowed they happened; I judged it would have took too long to make
so many. Jim said the moon could a laid them; well, that looked kind of
reasonable, so I didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay
most as many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled and was
hove out of the nest.
Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in the
dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up out
of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look awful pretty;
then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink out and her pow-wow
shut off and leave the river still again; and by-and-by her waves would get to
us, a long time after she was gone, and joggle the raft a bit, and after that you
wouldn't hear nothing for you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs
or something.
After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black -- no more sparks in the cabin windows. These
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sparks was our clock -- the first one that showed again meant morning was coming,
so we hunted a place to hide and tie up, right away.
One morning about day-break, I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore -- it was only two hundred yards -- and paddled about a mile up
a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get some berries. Ju.-t
as I was passing a place where a kind of a cow-path crossed the crick, here comes
a couple of men tearing up the path as tight as they could foot it. I thought
I was a goner, for when-
ever anybody was after any- 
body I judged it was me -- or
maybe Jim. I was about
to dig out from there in a
hurry, but they was pretty
close to me then, and sung
out and begged me to save
their lives -- said they hadn't
been doing nothing, and was
being chased for it -- said there
was men and dogs a-coming.
They wanted to jump right
in, but I says --
"Don't you do it. I
don't hear the dogs and
horses yet; you've got
time to crowd through the
brush and get up the crick
a little ways; then you take
to the water and wade down
to me and get in-that'll throw the dogs off the scent."
They done it, and soon as they was aboard I lit out for our tow-head, and
n about five or ten minutes we heard the dogs and the men away off, shouting.
We heard them come along towards the crick, but couldn't see them; they
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seemed to stop and fool around a while; then, as we got further and further
away all the time, we couldn't hardly hear them at all; by the time we had
left a mile of woods behind us and struck the river, everything was quiet,
and we paddled over to the tow-head and hid in the cotton-woods and was
safe.
One of these fellows was about seventy, or upwards, and had a bald head
and very gray whiskers. He had an old battered-up slouch hat on, and a greasy
blue woolen shirt, and ragged old blue jeans britches stuffed into his boot tops,
and home-knit galluses -- no, he only had one. He had an old long-tailed blue
jeans coat with slick brass buttons, flung over his arm, and both of them had
big fat ratty-looking carpet-bags.
The other fellow was about thirty and dressed about as ornery. After break-
fast we all laid off and talked, and the first thing that come out was that these
chaps didn't know one another.
"What got you into trouble?" says the baldhead to t'other chap.
"Well, I'd been selling an article to take the tartar off the teeth -- and it does
take it off, too, and generly the enamel along with it -- but I staid about one night
longer than I ought to, and was just in the act of sliding out when I ran across
you on the trail this side of town, and you told me they were coming, and begged
me to help you to get off. So I told you I was expecting trouble myself and
would scatter out with you. That's the whole yarn -- what's yourn?"
"Well, I'd ben a-runnin' a little temperance revival thar, 'bout a week, and
was the pet of the women-folks, big and little, for I was makin' it mighty warm
for the rummies, I tell you, and takin' as much as five or six dollars a night -- ten
cents a head, children and niggers free -- and business a growin' all the time;
when somehow or another a little report got around, last night, that I had a way
of puttin' in my time with a private jug, on the sly. A nigger rousted me out
this morn in', and told me the people was getherin' on the quiet, with their dogs
and horses, and they'd be along pretty soon and give me 'bout half an hour's
start, and then run me down, if they could; and if they got me they'd tar and
feather me and ride me on a rail, sure. I didn't wait for no breakfast -- I warn't
hungry."
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"Old man," says the young one, "I reckon we might double-team it
together; what do you think?"
"I ain't undisposed. What's your line -- mainly?"
"Jour printer, by trade; do a little in patent medicines; theatre-actor --
tragedy, you know; take a turn at mesmerism and phrenology when there's a
chance; teach singing-geography school for a change; sling a lecture, sometimes
-- oh, I do lots of things -- most anything that comes handy, so it ain't work.
What's your lay?"
"I've done considerble in the doctoring way in my time. Layin' on o' hands is
my best holt -- for cancer, and paralysis, and sich things; and I k'n tell a
fortune pretty good, when I've got somebody along to find out the facts for
me. Preachin's my line, too; and workin' camp-meetin's; and missionaryin
around."
Nobody never said anything for a while; then the young man hove a sigh and
says --
"Alas!"
"What're you alassin' about?" says the baldhead.
"To think I should have lived to be leading such a life, and be degraded
down into such company." And he begun to wipe the corner of his eye with a
rag.
"Dern your skin, ain't the company good enough for you?" says the bald-
head, pretty pert and uppish.
"Yes, it is good enough for me; it's as good as I deserve; for who fetched
me so low, when I was so high? I did myself. I don't blame you, gentlemen --
far from it; I don't blame anybody. I deserve it all. Let the cold world do its
worst; one thing I know -- there's a grave somewhere for me. The world may go
on just as its always done, and take everything from me -- loved ones, property,
everything -- but it can't take that. Some day I'll lie down in it and forget it all,
and my poor broken heart will be at rest." He went on a-wiping.
"Drot your pore broken heart," says the baldhead; "what are you heav-
ing your pore broken heart at its f'r? We hain't done nothing."
"No, I know you haven't, I ain't blaming you, gentlemen. I brought
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myself down -- yes, I did it myself. It's right I should suffer -- perfectly right -- I
don't make any moan."
"Brought you down from whar? Whar was you brought down from?"
"Ah, you would not believe me; the world never believes -- let it pass 'tis
no matter. The secret of my
birth--"
"The secret of your birth?
Do you mean to say--"
"Gentlemen," says the young
man, very solemn, "I will reveal 
it to you, for I feel I may have
confidence in you. By rights I
am a duke!"
Jim's eyes bugged out when
he heard that; and I reckon
mine did, too. Then the bald-
head says: "No! you can't
mean it?"
"Yes. My great-grandfather,
eldest son of the Duke of Bridge-
water, fled to this country about
the end of the last century, to
breathe the pure air of freedom;
married here, and died, leaving a
son, his own father dying about the same time. The second son of the late duke
seized the title and estates -- the infant real duke was ignored. I am the lineal
descendant of that infant -- I am the rightful Duke of Bridgewater; and here am
I, forlorn, torn from my high estate, hunted of men, despised by the cold world,
ragged, worn, heart-broken, and degraded to the companionship of felons on
a raft!"
Jim pitied him ever so much, and so did I. We tried to comfort him, but he
said it warn't much use, he couldn't be much comforted; said if we was a mind to
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acknowledge him, that would do him more good than most anything else; so we
said we would, if he would tell us how. He said we ought to bow, when we
spoke to him, and say "Your Grace," or "My Lord," or "Your Lordship" --
and he wouldn't mind it if we called him plain "Bridgewater," which he said
was a title, anyway, and not a name; and one of us ought to wait on him at
dinner, and do any little thing for him he wanted done.
Well, that was all easy, so we done it. All through dinner Jim stood
around and waited on him, and says, "Will yo' Grace have some o' dis, or
some o' dat?" and so on, and a body could see it was mighty pleasing to
him.
But the old man got pretty silent, by-and-by -- didn't have much to say,
and didn't look pretty comfortable over all that petting that was going on around
that duke. He seemed to have something on his mind. So, along in the after-
noon, he says:
"Looky here, Bilgewater," he says, "I'm nation sorry for you, but you ain't
the only person that's had troubles like that."
"No?"
"No, you ain't. You ain't the only person that's ben snaked down
wrongfully out'n a high place."
"Alas!"
"No, you ain't the only person that's had a secret of his birth." And by
jings, he begins to cry.
"Hold! What do you mean?"
"Bilgewater, kin I trust you?" says the old man, still sort of sobbing.
"To the bitter death!" He took the old man by the hand and squeezed it,
and says, "The secret of your being: speak!"
"Bilgewater, I am the late Dauphin!"
You bet you Jim and me stared, this time. Then the duke says --
"You are what?"
"Yes, my friend, it is too true -- your eyes is lookin' at this very moment
on the pore disappeared Dauphin, Looy the Seventeen, son of Looy the Sixteen
and Marry Antonette."
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"You! At your age! No! You mean you're the late Charlemagne; you
must be six or seven hundred
years old, at the very least."
"Trouble has done it,
Bilgewater, trouble has done 
it; trouble has brung these
gray hairs and this premature
balditude. Yes, gentlemen,
you see before you, in blue
jeans and misery, the wan-
derin', exiled, trampled-on and
sufferin' rightful King of
France."
Well, he cried and took on
so, that me and Jim didn't
know hardly what to do, we
was so sorry -- and so glad and
proud we'd got him with us,
too. So we set in, like we done
before with the duke, and tried
to comfort him. But he said
it warn't no use, nothing but to be dead and done with it all could do him any
good; though he said it often made him feel easier and better for a while if
people treated him according to his rights, and got down on one knee to speak to
him, and always called him "Your Majesty," and waited on him first at meals,
and didn't set down in his presence till he asked them. So Jim and me set to
majestying him, and doing this and that and t'other for him, and standing up till
he told us we might set down. This done him heaps of good, and so he got
cheerful and comfortable. But the duke kind of soured on him, and didn't look a
bit satisfied with the way things was going; still, the king acted real friendly
towards him, and said the duke's great-grandfather and all the other Dukes of
Bilgewater was a good deal thought of by his father and was allowed to come to
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the palace considerable; but the duke staid huffy a good while, till by-and-by
the king says:
"Like as not we got to be together a blamed long time, on this h-yer raft,
Bilgewater, and so what's the use o' your bein' sour? It'll only make things
uncomfortable. It ain't my fault I warn't born a duke, it ain't your fault you
warn't born a king -- so what's the use to worry? Make the best o' things the
way you find 'em, says I -- that's my motto. This ain't no bad thing that we've
struck here -- plenty grub and an easy life -- come, give us your hand, Duke, and
less all be friends."
The duke done it, and Jim and me was pretty glad to see it. It took away all
the uncomfortableness, and we felt mighty good over it, because it would a been
a miserable business to have any unfriendliness on the raft; for what you want,
above all things, on a raft, is for everybody to be satisfied, and feel right and
kind towards the others.
It didn't take me long to make up my mind that these liars warn't no kings
nor dukes, at all, but just low-down humbugs and frauds. But I never said
nothing, never let on; kept it to myself; it's the best way; then you don't have
no quarrels, and don't get into no trouble. If they wanted us to call them kings
and dukes, I hadn't no objections, 'long as it would keep peace in the family;
and it warn't no use to tell Jim, so I didn't tell him. If I never learnt nothing
else out of pap, I learnt that the best way to get along with his kind of people
is to let them have their own way.
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Chapter XX
They asked us considerable many questions;
wanted to know what we covered up 
the raft that way for, and laid by in
the day-time instead of running -- was
Jim a runaway nigger? Says I --
"Goodness sakes, would a runaway
nigger run south?"
No, they allowed he wouldn't. I
had to account for things some way, so
I says:
"My folks was living in Pike
County, in Missouri, where I was born,
and they all died off but me and pa
and my brother Ike. Pa, he 'lowed
he'd break up and go down and live
with Uncle Ben, who's got a little one-
horse place on the river, forty-four mile
below Orleans. Pa was pretty poor, and had some debts; so when he'd
squared up there warn't nothing left but sixteen dollars and our nigger, Jim.
That warn't enough to take us fourteen hundred mile, deck passage nor no other
way. Well, when the river rose, pa had a streak of luck one day; he ketched
this piece of a raft; so we reckoned we'd go down to Orleans on it. Pa's luck
didn't hold out; a steamboat run over the forrard corner of the raft, one night,
and we all went overboard and dove under the wheel; Jim and me come up, all
right, but pa was drunk, and Ike was only four years old, so they never come up
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no more. Well, for the next day or two we had considerable trouble, because
people was always coming out in skiffs and trying to take Jim away from me,
saying they believed he was a runaway nigger. We don't run day-times no more,
now; nights they don't bother us."
The duke says--
"Leave me alone to cipher out a way so we can run in the day-time if we want
to. I'll think the thing over -- I'll invent a plan that'll fix it. We'll let it alone
for to-day, because of course we don't want to go by that town yonder in day-
light -- it mightn't be healthy."
Towards night it begun to darken up and look like rain; the heat lightning
was squirting around, low down in the sky, and the leaves was beginning to
shiver -- it was going to be pretty ugly, it was easy to see that. So the duke and
the king went to overhauling our wigwam, to see what the beds was like. My
bed was a straw tick -- better than Jim's, which was a corn-shuck tick; there's
always cobs around about in a shuck tick, and they poke into you and hurt; and
when you roll over, the dry shucks sound like you was rolling over in a pile of
dead leaves; it makes such a rustling that you wake up. Well, the duke allowed
he would take my bed; but the king allowed he wouldn't. He says --
"I should a reckoned the difference in rank would a sejested to you that a
corn-shuck bed warn't just fitten for me to sleep on. Your Grace'll take the
shuck bed yourself."
Jim and me was in a sweat again, for a minute, being afraid there was going
to be some more trouble amongst them; so we was pretty glad when the duke
says --
"Tis my fate to be always ground into the mire under the iron heel of
oppression. Misfortune has broken my once haughty spirit; I yield, I submit;
'tis my fate. I am alone in the world -- let me suffer; I can bear it."
We got away as soon as it was good and dark. The king told us to stand well
out towards the middle of the river, and not show a light till we got a long ways
below the town. We come in sight of the little bunch of lights by-and-by -- that
was the town, you know -- and slid by, about a half a mile out, all right. When
we was three-quarters of a mile below, we hoisted up our signal lantern; and
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about ten o'clock it come on to rain and blow and thunder and lighten like every-
thing; so the king told us to both stay on watch till the weather got better;
then him and the duke crawled into the wigwam and turned in for the night. It
was my watch below, till twelve, but I wouldn't a turned in, anyway, if I'd had a
bed; because a body don't see such a storm as that every day in the week, not by
a long sight. My souls, how the wind did scream along! And every second or
two there'd come a glare that lit up the white-caps for a half a mile around, and
you'd see the islands looking dusty through the rain, and the trees thrashing
around in the wind; then comes a h-wack! -- bum! bum! bumble-umble-um-
bum-bum-bum-bum -- and the thunder would go rumbling and grumbling away,
and quit -- and then rip comes another flash and another sockdolager. The waves
most washed me off the raft, sometimes, but I hadn't any clothes on, and didn't
mind. We didn't have no trouble about snags; the lightning was glaring
and flittering around so constant that we could see them plenty soon enough to
throw her head this way or that and miss them.
I had the middle watch, you know, but I was pretty sleepy by that time, so Jim
he said he would stand the first half of it for me; he was always mighty good,
that way, Jim was. I crawled into the wigwam, but the king and the duke had
their legs sprawled around so there warn't no show for me; so I laid outside -- I
didn't mind the rain, because it was warm, and the waves warn't running so
high, now. About two they come up again, though, and Jim was going to call
me, but he changed his mind because he reckoned they warn't high enough yet
to do any harm; but he was mistaken about that, for pretty soon all of a sudden
along comes a regular ripper, and washed me overboard. It most killed Jim
a-laughing. He was the easiest nigger to laugh that ever was, anyway.
I took the watch, and Jim he laid down and snored away; and by-and-by the
storm let up for good and all; and the first cabin-light that showed, I rousted
him out and we slid the raft into hiding-quarters for the day.
The king got out an old ratty deck of cards, after breakfast, and him and the
duke played seven-up a while, five cents a game. Then they got tired of it, and
allowed they would 'May out a campaign," as they called it. The duke went
down into his carpet-bag and fetched up a lot of little printed bills, and read
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them out loud. One bill said "The celebrated Dr. Armand de Montalban of
Paris," would "lecture on the Science of Phrenology" at such and such a place,
on the blank day of blank, at ten cents admission, and "furnish charts of charac-
ter at twenty-five cents apiece." The duke said that was him. In another bill he
was the "world renowned Shaksperean tragedian, Garrick the Younger, of Drury
Lane, London." In other bills he had a lot of other names and done other
wonderful things, like finding water and gold with a "divining rod," "dissipat-
ing witch-spells," and so on. By-and-by he says --
"But the histrionic muse is the darling. Have you ever trod the boards,
Royalty?"
"No," says the king.
"You shall, then, before
you're three days older, Fallen 
Grandeur," says the duke. "The
first good town we come to, we'll
hire a hall and do the sword-fight
in Richard III and the balcony
scene in Romeo and Juliet. How
does that strike you?"
"I'm in, up to the hub, for
anything that will pay, Bilge-
water, but you see I don't know
nothing about play-actn', and
hain't ever seen much of it. I
was too small when pap used to
have 'em at the palace. Do you
reckon you can learn me?"
"Easy!"
"All right. I'm jist a-
freezn' for something fresh, anyway. Less commence, right away."
So the duke he told him all about who Romeo was, and who Juliet was, and
said he was used to being Romeo, so the king could be Juliet.
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"But if Juliet's such a young gal, Duke, my peeled head and my white
whiskers is goin' to look uncommon odd on her, maybe."
"No, don't you worry -- these country jakes won't ever think of that. Be-
sides, you know, you'll be in costume, and that makes all the difference in the
world; Juliet's in a balcony, enjoying the moonlight before she goes to bed,
and she's got on her night-gown and her ruffled night-cap. Here are the
costumes for the parts."
He got out two or three curtain-calico suits, which he said was meedyevil
armor for Richard III and t'other chap, and a long white cotton night-shirt
and a ruffled night-cap to match. The king was satisfied; so the duke got out
his book and read the parts over in the most splendid spread-eagle way, prancing
around and acting at the same time, to show how it had got to be done; then
he give the book to the king and told him to get his part by heart.
There was a little one-horse town about three mile down the bend, and
after dinner the duke said he had ciphered out his idea about how to run
in daylight without it being dangersome for Jim; so he allowed he would
go down to the town and fix that thing. The king allowed he would go
too, and see if he couldn't strike something. We was out of coffee, so Jim
said I better go along with them in the canoe and get some.
When we got there, there warn't nobody stirring; streets empty, and
perfectly dead and still, like Sunday. We found a sick nigger sunning him-
self in a back yard, and he said everybody that warn't too young or too sick
or too old, was gone to camp-meeting, about two mile back in the woods.
The king got the directions, and allowed he'd go and work that camp-meeting
for all it was worth, and I might go, too.
The duke said what he was after was a printing office. We found it; a little
bit of a concern, up over a carpenter shop -- carpenters and printers all gone to
the meeting, and no doors locked. It was a dirty, littered-up place, and had
ink marks, and handbills with pictures of horses and runaway niggers on them,
all over the walls. The duke shed his coat and said he was all right, now. So
me and the king lit out for the camp-meeting.
We got there in about a half an hour, fairly dripping, for it was a most awful
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hot day. There was as much as a thousand people there, from twenty mile
around. The woods was full of teams and wagons, hitched everywheres, feeding
out of the wagon troughs and stomping to keep off the flies. There was sheds
made out of poles and roofed over with branches, where they had lemonade and
gingerbread to sell, and piles of watermelons and green corn and such-like truck.
The preaching was going on under the same kinds of sheds, only they was
bigger and held crowds of people. The benches was made out of outside slabs of
logs, with holes bored in the round side to drive sticks into for legs. They
didn't have no backs. The
preachers had high platforms 
to stand on, at one end of the
sheds. The women had on sun-
bonnets: and some had linsey-
woolsey frocks, some gingham
ones, and a few of the young
ones had on calico.' Sonic of the
young men was barefooted, and
some of the children didn't have
on any clothes but just a tow-
linen shirt. Some of the old
women was knitting, and some
of the young folks was courting
on the sly.
The first shed we come to,
the preacher was lining out a
hymn. He lined out two lines,
everybody sung it, and it was
was so many of them and they
done it in such a rousing way; then he lined out two more for them to sing --
and so on. The people woke up more and more, and sung louder and louder;
and towards the end, some begun to groan, and some begun to shout. Then the
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preacher begun to preach; and begun in earnest, too; and went weaving first to
one side of the platform and then the other, and then a leaning down over the
front of it, with his arms and his body going all the time, and shouting his words
out with all his might; and every now and then he would hold up his Bible and
spread it open, and kind of pass it around this way and that, shouting, "It's the
brazen serpent in the wilderness! Look upon it and live!" And people would
shout out, "Glory! -- A-a-men!" And so he went on, and the people groaning
and crying and saying amen:
"Oh, come to the mourners' bench! come, black with sin! (amen!) come,
sick and sore! (amen!) come, lame and halt, and blind! (amen!) come, pore
and needy, sunk in shame! (a-a-men!) come all that's worn, and soiled, and
suffering! -- come with a broken spirit! come with a contrite heart! come in
your rags and sin and dirt! the waters that cleanse is free, the door of heaven
stands open -- oh, enter in and be at rest!" (a-a-men! glory, glory hallelujah!)
And so on. You couldn't make out what the preacher said, any more, on
account of the shouting and crying. Folks got up, everywheres in the crowd,
and worked their way, just by main strength, to the mourners' bench, with the
tears running down their faces; and when all the mourners had got up there to
the front benches in a crowd, they sung, and shouted, and flung themselves
down on the straw, just crazy and wild.
Well, the first I knowed, the king got agoing; and you could hear him over
everybody; and next he went a-charging up on to the platform and the preacher
he begged him to speak to the people, and he done it. He told them he was a
pirate -- been a pirate for thirty years, out in the Indian Ocean, and his crew
was thinned out considerable, last spring, in a fight, and he was home now, to
take out some fresh men, and thanks to goodness he'd been robbed last night,
and put ashore off of a steamboat without a cent, and he was glad of it, it was
the blessedest thing that ever happened to him, because he was a changed man
now, and happy for the first time in his life; and poor as he was, he was
going to start right off and work his way back to the Indian Ocean and put
in the rest of his life trying to turn the pirates into the true path; for he
could do it better than anybody else, being acquainted with all the pirate crews
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in that ocean; and though it would take him a long time to get there, without
money, he would get there anyway, and every time he convinced a pirate he
would say to him, "Don't you thank me, don't you give me no credit, it all
belongs to them dear people in
Pokeville camp-meeting, natural 
brothers and benefactors of the race
-- and that dear preacher there, the
truest friend a pirate ever had!"
And then he busted into tears,
and so did everybody. Then some-
body sings out, "Take up a collec-
tion for him, take up a collection!"
Well, a half a dozen made a jump
to do it, but somebody sings out,
"Let him pass the hat around!"
Then everybody said it, the preacher
too.
So the king went all through
the crowd with his hat, swabbing
his eyes, and blessing the people
and praising them and thanking
them for being so good to the
poor pirates away off there; and every little while the prettiest kind of girls,
with the tears running down their cheeks, would up and ask him would he let
them kiss him, for to remember him by; and he always done it; and some of
them he hugged and kissed as many as five or six times -- and he was invited to
stay a week; and everybody wanted him to live in their houses, and said they'd
think it was an honor; but he said as this was the last day of the camp-meeting
he couldn't do no good, and besides he was in a sweat to get to the Indian Ocean
right off and go to work on the pirates.
When we got back to the raft and he come to count up, he found he had col-
lected eighty-seven dollars and seventy-five cents. And then he had fetched
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away a three-gallon jug of whisky, too, that he found under a wagon when we
was starting home through the woods. The king said, take it all around, it laid
over any day he'd ever put in in the missionarying line. He said it warn't no use
talking, heathens don't amount to shucks, alongside of pirates, to work a camp-
meeting with.
The duke was thinking he'd been doing pretty well, till the king come to
show up, but after that he didn't think so so much. He had set up and printed
off two little jobs for farmers, in that printing office -- horse bills -- and took the
money, four dollars. And he had got in ten dollars worth of advertisements for
the paper, which he said he would put in for four dollars if they would pay in
advance -- so they done it. The
price of the paper was two dol- 
lars a year, but he took in three
subscriptions for half a dollar
apiece on condition of them
paying him in advance; they
were going to pay in cord-wood
and onions, as usual, but he
said he had just bought the con-
cern and knocked down the
price as low as he could afford it,
and was going to run it for
cash. He set up a little piece
of poetry, which he made, him-
self, out of his own head -- three
verses -- kind of sweet and sad-
dish -- the name of it was,
"Yes, crash, cold world, this
breaking heart" -- and he left
that all set up and ready to
print in the paper and didn't charge nothing for it. Well, he took in nine
dollars and a half, and said he'd done a pretty square day's work for it.
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Then he showed us another little job he'd printed and hadn't charged for,
because it was for us. It had a picture of a runaway nigger, with a bundle on
a stick, over his shoulder, and "$200 reward" under it. The reading was all
about Jim, and just described him to a dot. It said he run away from St.
Jacques' plantation, forty mile below New Orleans, last winter, and likely went
north, and whoever would catch him and send him back, he could have the
reward and expenses.
"Now," says the duke, "after to-night we can run in the daytime if we
want to. Whenever we see anybody coming, we can tie Jim hand and foot
with a rope, and lay him in the wigwam and show this handbill and say we captured
him up the river, and were too poor to travel on a steamboat, so we got this
little raft on credit from our friends and are going down to get the reward.
Handcuffs and chains would look still better on Jim, but it wouldn't go well
with the story of us being so poor. Too much like jewelry. Ropes are the cor-
rect thing -- we must preserve the unities, as we say on the boards."
We all said the duke was pretty smart, and there couldn't be no trouble about
running daytimes. We judged we could make miles enough that night to get
out of the reach of the pow-wow we reckoned the duke's work in the printing office
was going to make in that little town -- then we could boom right along, if we
wanted to.
We laid low and kept still, and never shoved out till nearly ten o'clock; then
we slid by, pretty wide away from the town, and didn't hoist our lantern till we
was clear out of sight of it.
When Jim called me to take the watch at four in the morning, he says --
"Huck, does you reck'n we gwyne to run acrost any mo' kings on dis
trip?"
"No," I says, "I reckon not."
"Well," says he, "dat's all right, den. I doan' mine one er two kings, but
dat's enough. Dis one's powerful drunk, en de duke ain' much better."
I found Jim had been trying to get him to talk French, so he could hear what
it was like; but he said he had been in this country so long, and had so much
trouble, he'd forgot it.
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Chapter XXI
It was after sun-up, now, but we went,
right on, and didn't tie up. The king 
and the duke turned out, by-and-by,
looking pretty rusty; but after they'd
jumped overboard and took a swim, it
chippered them up a good deal. After
breakfast the king he took a seat on a
corner of the raft, and pulled off his
boots and rolled up his britches, and
let his legs dangle in the water, so as
to be comfortable, and lit his pipe, and
went to getting his Romeo and Juliet
by heart. When he had got it pretty
good, him and the duke begun to
practice it together. The duke had to
learn him over and over again, how to
say every speech; and he made him sigh, and put his hand on his heart, and
after while he said he done it pretty well; "only," he says, "you mustn't
bellow out Romeo! that way, like a bull -- you must say it soft, and sick, and
languishy, so -- R-o-o-meo! that is the idea; for Juliet's a dear sweet mere child
of a girl, you know, and she don't bray like a jackass."
Well, next they got out a couple of long swords that the duke made out of
oak laths, and begun to practice the sword-fight -- the duke called himself
Richard III; and the way they laid on, and pranced around the raft was grand
to see. But by-and-by the king tripped and fell overboard, and after that they
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took a rest, and had a talk about all kinds of adventures they'd had in other
times along the river.
After dinner, the duke says:
"Well Capet, we'll want to make this a first-class show, you know, so I
guess we'll add a little more to it. We want a little something to answer
encores with, anyway."
"What's onkores, Bilgewater?"
The duke told him, and then says:
"I'll answer by doing the Highland fling or the sailor's hornpipe; and you --
well, let me see -- oh, I've got it --
you can do Hamlet's soliloquy."
"Hamlet's which?"
"Hamlet's soliloquy, you know;
the most celebrated thing in 
Shakespeare. Ah, it's sublime,
sublime! Always fetches the
house. I haven't got it in the
book -- I've only got one volume --
but I reckon I can piece it out
from memory. I'll just walk up
and down a minute, and see if I
can call it back from recollection's
vaults."
So he went to marching up
and down, thinking, and frown-
ing horrible every now and then;
then he would hoist up his eye-
brows; next he would squeeze his
hand on his forehead and stag-
ger back and kind of moan; next he would sigh, and next he'd let on to drop
a tear. It was beautiful to see him. By-and-by he got it. He told us to give
attention. Then he strikes a most noble attitude, with one leg shoved forwards,
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and his arms stretched away up, and his head tilted back, looking up at the sky;
and then he begins to rip and rave and grit his teeth; and after that, all through
his speech he howled, and spread around, and swelled up his chest, and just
knocked the spots out of any acting ever I see before. This is the speech --
I learned it, easy enough, while he was learning it to the king:
. . . . . . To be, or not to be; that is the bare bodkin
. . . . . . That makes calamity of so long life;
. . . . . . For who would fardels bear, till Birnam Wood do come to Dunsinane,
. . . . . . But that the fear of something after death
. . . . . . Murders the innocent sleep,
. . . . . . Great nature's second course,
. . . . . . And makes us rather sling the arrows of outrageous fortune
. . . . . . Than fly to others that we know not of.
. . . . . . There's the respect must give us pause:
. . . . . . Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst;
. . . . . . For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
. . . . . . The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
. . . . . . The law's delay, and the quietus which his pangs might take,
. . . . . . In the dead waste and middle of the night, when churchyards yawn
. . . . . . In customary suits of solemn black,
. . . . . . But that the undiscovered, country from whose bourne no traveler returns,
. . . . . . Breathes forth contagion on the world,
. . . . . . And thus the native hue of resolution, like the poor cat i' the adage,
. . . . . . Is sicklied o'er with care,
. . . . . . And all the clouds that lowered o'er our housetops,
. . . . . . With this regard their currents turn awry,
. . . . . . And lose the name of action.
. . . . . . 'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. But soft you, the fair Ophelia:
. . . . . . Ope not thy ponderous and marble jaws,
. . . . . . But get thee to a nunnery -- go!
Well, the old man he liked that speech, and he mighty soon got it so he could
do it first rate. It seemed like he was just born for it; and when he had his
hand in and was excited, it was perfectly lovely the way he would rip and tear
and rair up behind when he was getting it off.
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The first chance we got, the duke he had some show bills printed; and after
that, for two or three days as we floated along, the raft was a most uncommon
lively place, for there warn't nothing but sword-fighting and rehearsing -- as the
duke called it -- going on all the time. One morning, when we was pretty well
down the State of Arkansaw, we come in sight of a little one-horse town in a big
bend; so we tied up about three-quarters of a mile above it, in the mouth of a
crick which was shut in like a tunnel by the cypress trees, and all of us but Jim
took the canoe and went down there to see if there was any chance in that place
for our show.
We struck it mighty lucky; there was going to be a circus there that after-
noon, and the country people was already beginning to come in, in all kinds of
old shackly wagons, and on horses. The circus would leave before night, so our
show would have a pretty good chance. The duke he hired the court house, and
we went around and stuck up our bills. They read like this:
Shaksperean Revival!
Wonderful Attraction!
For One Night Only!
The world renowned tragedians,
David Garrick the younger, of Drury Lane Theatre, London,
and
Edmund Kean the elder, of the Royal Haymarket Theatre,
Whitechapel, Pudding Lane, Piccadilly, London, and the
Royal Continental Theatres, in their sublime
Shaksperean Spectacle entitled
The Balcony Scene
in
Romeo and Juliet!
Romeo . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Mr. Garrick.
Juliet . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Mr. Kean.
Assisted by the whole strength of the company!
New costumes, new scenery, new appointments!
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Also:
The thrilling, masterly, and blood-curdling
Broad-sword conflict
In Richard III
Richard III . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Mr. Garrick.
Richmond . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Mr. Kean.
also:
(by special request)
Hamlet's Immortal Soliloquy!
By the Illustrious Kean!
Done by him 300 consecutive nights in Paris!
For One Night Only,
On account of imperative European engagements!
Admission: 25 cents; children and servants: 10 cents
Then we went loafing around the town. The stores and houses was most all old
shackly dried-up frame concerns that hadn't ever been painted; they was set up
three or four foot above ground on stilts, so as to be out of reach of the water
when the river was overflowed. The houses had little gardens around them, but
they didn't seem to raise hardly anything in them but jimpson weeds, and sun-
flowers, and ash-piles, and old curled-up boots and shoes, and pieces of bottles,
and rags, and played-out tin-ware. The fences was made of different kinds of
boards, nailed on at different times; and they leaned every which-way, and had
gates that didn't generly have but one hinge -- a leather one. Some of the fences
had been whitewashed, some time or another, but the duke said it was in
Clumbus's time, like enough. There was generly hogs in the garden, and people
driving them out.
All the stores was along one street. They had white-domestic awnings in
front, and the country people hitched their horses to the awning-posts.
There was empty dry-goods boxes under the awnings, and loafers roosting
on them all day long, whittling them with their Barlow knives; and chaw-
ing tobacco, and gaping and yawning and stretching -- a mighty ornery lot.
They generly had on yellow straw hats most as wide as an umbrella, but
didn't wear no coats nor waistcoats; they called one another Bill, and Buck,
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and Hank, and Joe, and Andy, and talked lazy and drawly, and used con-
siderable many cuss-words. There was as many as one loafer leaning up
against every awning-post, and hie most always had his hands in his britches
pockets, except when he fetched
them out to lend a chaw of to- 
bacco or scratch. What a body
was hearing amongst them, all
the time was --
"Gimme a chaw 'v tobacker,
Hank."
"Cain't -- I hain't got but one
chaw left. Ask Bill."
Maybe Bill he gives him a
chaw; maybe he lies and says
he ain't got none. Some of
them kinds of loafers never has
a cent in the world, nor a chaw
of tobacco of their own. They
get all their chawing by borrow-
ing -- they say to a fellow, "I
wisht you'd len' me a chaw, Jack,
I jist this minute give Ben
Thompson the last chaw I had"
-- which is a lie, pretty much
every time; it don't fool nobody
but a stranger; but Jack ain't no stranger, so he says --
"You give him a chaw, did you? so did your sister's cat's grandmother. You
pay me back the chaws you've awready borry'd off n me, Lafe Buckner, then I'll
loan you one or two ton of it, and won't charge you no back intrust, nuther."
"Well, I did pay you back some of it wunst."
"Yes, you did -- 'bout six chaws. You borry'd store tobacker and paid back
nigger-head."
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Store tobacco is flat black plug, but these fellows mostly chaws the natural
leaf twisted. When they borrow a chaw, they don't generly cut it off with a
knife, but they set the plug in between their teeth, and gnaw with their teeth
and tug at the plug with their hands till they get it in two -- then sometimes the
one that owns the tobacco looks mournful at it when it's handed back, and
says, sarcastic --
"Here, gimme the chaw, and you take the plug."
All the streets and lanes was just mud, they warn't nothing else but mud --
mud as black as tar, and nigh about a foot deep in some places; and two or
three inches deep in all the places. The hogs loafed and grunted around,
everywheres. You'd see a muddy sow and a litter of pigs come lazying along
the street and whollop herself right down in the way, where folks had to walk
around her, and she'd stretch out, and shut her eyes, and wave her ears, whilst
the pigs was milking her, and look as happy as if she was on salary. And
pretty soon you'd hear a loafer sing out, "Hi! so boy! sick him, Tige!" and
away the sow would go, squealing most horrible, with a dog or two swinging to
each ear, and three or four dozen more a-coming; and then you would see all the
loafers get up and watch the thing out of sight, and laugh at the fun and
look grateful for the noise. Then they'd settle back again till there was a
dog-fight. There couldn't anything wake them up all over, and make them
happy all over, like a dog-fight -- unless it might be putting turpentine on a stray
dog and setting fire to him, or tying a tin pan to his tail and see him run himself
to death.
On the river front some of the houses was sticking out over the bank, and
they was bowed and bent, and about ready to tumble in. The people had
moved out of them. The bank was caved away under one corner of some
others, and that corner was hanging over. People lived in them yet, but it
was dangersome, because sometimes a strip of land as wide as a house caves
in at a time. Sometimes a belt of land a quarter of a mile deep will start in
and cave along and cave along till it all caves into the river in one summer.
Such a town as that has to be always moving back, and back, and back, because
the river's always gnawing at it.
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The nearer it got to noon that day, the thicker and thicker was the wagons
and horses in the streets, and more coming all the time. Families fetched their
dinners with them, from the country, and eat them in the wagons. There
was considerable whiskey drinking going on, and I seen three fights. By-and-
by somebody sings out --
"Here comes old Boggs! -- in from the country for his little old monthly
drunk -- here he comes, boys!"
All the loafers looked glad -- I reckoned they was used to having fun out of
Boggs. One of them, says --
"Wonder who he's a gwyne to chaw up this time. If he'd a chawed up all
the men he's ben a gwyne to chaw up in the last twenty year, he'd have con-
siderble ruputation, now."
Another one says, "I wisht old Boggs 'd threaten me, 'cuz then I'd know I
warn't gwyne to die for a thousan' year."
Boggs comes a-tearing along on his horse, whooping and yelling like an Injun,
and singing out --
"Cler the track, thar. I'm on the waw-path, and the price uv coffins is a
gwyne to raise."
He was drunk, and weaving about in his saddle; he was over fifty year old,
and had a very red face. Everybody yelled at him, and laughed at him, and
gassed him, and he sassed back, and said he'd attend to them and lay them out in
their regular turns, but he couldn't wait now, because he'd come to town to kill
old Colonel Sherburn, and his motto was, "meat first, and spoon vittles to top
off on."
He see me, and rode up and says --
"Whar'd you come f'm, boy? You prepared to die?"
Then he rode on. I was scared; but a man says --
"He don't mean nothing; he's always a carryin' on like that, when he's
drunk. He's the best-naturedest old fool in Arkansaw -- never hurt nobody,
drunk nor sober."
Boggs rode up before the biggest store in town and bent his head down so he
could see under the curtain of the awning, and yells --
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"Come out here, Sherburn! Come out and meet the man you've swindled.
You're the houn' I'm after, and I'm a gwyne to have you, too!"
And so he went on, calling Sherburn everything he could lay his tongue to,
and the whole street packed with people listening and laughing and going on.
By-and-by a proud-looking man about fifty-five -- and he was a heap the best
dressed man in that town, too -- steps out of the store, and the crowd drops back
on each side to let him come. He says to Boggs, mighty ca'm and slow -- he says:
"I'm tired of this; but I'll endure it till one o'clock. Till one o'clock, mind --
no longer. If you open your mouth against me only once, after that time, you
can't travel so far but I will find you."
Then he turns and goes in. The crowd looked mighty sober; nobody stirred,
and there warn't no more laughing. Boggs rode off blackguarding Sherburn
as loud as he could yell, all down the street; and pretty soon back he comes and
stops before the store, still keeping it up. Some men crowded around him
and tried to get him to shut up, but he wouldn't; they told him it would be one
o'clock in about fifteen minutes, and so he must go home -- he must go right
away. But it didn't do no good. He cussed away, with all his might, and
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throwed his hat down in the mud and rode over it, and pretty soon away he went
a-raging down the street again, with his gray hair a-flying. Everybody that
could get a chance at him tried their best to coax him off of his horse so they
could lock him up and get him sober; but it warn't no use -- up the street he
would tear again, and give Sherburn another cussing. By-and-by somebody says --
"Go for his daughter! -- quick, go for his daughter; sometimes he'll listen tc
her. If anybody can persuade him, she can."
So somebody started on a ran. I walked down street a ways, and stopped.
In about five or ten minutes, here comes Boggs again -- but not on his horse. He
was a-reeling across the street towards me, bareheaded, with a friend on both
sides of him aholt of his arms and hurrying him along. He was quiet, and
looked uneasy; and he warn't hanging back any, but was doing some of the
hurrying himself. Somebody sings out --
"Boggs!"
I looked over there to see who said it, and it was that Colonel Sherburn. He
was standing perfectly still, in the street, and had a pistol raised in his right
hand -- not aiming it, but holding it out with the barrel tilted up towards the sky.
The same second I see a young girl coming on the run, and two men with her.
Boggs and the men turned round, to see who called him, and when they
see the pistol the men jumped to one side, and the pistol barrel come
down slow and steady to a level -- both barrels cocked. Boggs throws up
both of his hands, and says, "0 Lord, don't shoot!" Bang! goes the
first shot, and he staggers back clawing at the air -- bang! goes the second one,
and he tumbles backwards onto the ground, heavy and solid, with his arms
spread out. That young girl screamed out, and comes rushing, and down
she throws herself on her father, crying, and saying, "Oh, he's killed him,
he's killed him!" The crowd closed up around them, and shouldered and
jammed one another, with their necks stretched, trying to see, and people on
the inside trying to shove them back, and shouting, "Back, back! give him air,
give him air!"
Colonel Sherburn he tossed his pistol onto the ground, and turned around on
his heels and walked off.
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They took Boggs to a little drug store, the crowd pressing around, just the same,
and the whole town following, and I rushed and got a good place at the window,
where I was close to him and could see in. They laid him on the floor, and put one
large Bible under his head, and opened another one and spread it on his breast-
but they tore open his shirt
first, and I seen where one of 
the bullets went in. He made
about a dozen long gasps, his
breast lifting the Bible up when
he drawed in his breath, and
letting it down again when he
breathed it out -- and after that
he laid still; he was dead.
Then they pulled his daughter
away from him, screaming and
crying, and took her off. She
was about sixteen, and very
sweet and gentle-looking, but
awful pale and scared.
Well, pretty soon the whole
town was there, squirming and
scrouging and pushing and
shoving to get at the window
and have a look, but people
that had the places wouldn't
give them up, and folks behind
them was saying all the time," Say, now, you've looked enough, you fellows;
'taint right and 'taint fair, for you to stay thar all the time, and never give
nobody a chance; other folks has their rights as well as you."
There was considerable jawing back, so I slid out, thinking maybe there was
going to be trouble. The streets was full, and everybody was excited. Every-
body that seen the shooting was telling how it happened, and there was a big
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crowd packed around each one of these fellows, stretching their necks and
listening. One long lanky man, with long hair and a big white fur stove-pipe
hat on the back of his head, and a crooked-handled cane, marked out the places
on the ground where Boggs stood, and where Sherburn stood, and the people
following him around from one place to t'other and watching everything he done,
and bobbing their heads to show they understood, and stooping a little and
resting their hands on their thighs to watch him mark the places on the ground
with his cane; and then he stood up straight and stiff where Sherburn had
stood, frowning and having his hat-brim down over his eyes, and sung out,
"Boggs!" and then fetched his cane down slow to a level, and says "Bang!"
staggered backwards, says "Bang!" again, and fell down flat on his back. The
people that had seen the thing said he done it perfect; said it was just exactly
the way it all happened. Then as much as a dozen people got out their bottles
and treated him.
Well, by-and-by somebody said Sherburn ought to be lynched. In about a
minute everybody was saying it; so away they went, mad and yelling, and
snatching down every clothes-line they come to, to do the hanging with.
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Chapter XXII
They swarmed up the street towards Sher-
burn's house, a-whooping and yelling 
and raging like Injuns, and every-
thing had to clear the way or get run
-- over and tromped to mush, and it
was awful to see. Children was heel-
ing it ahead of the mob, screaming
and trying to get out of the way; and
every window along the road was full
of women's heads, and there was nig-
ger boys in every tree, and bucks and
wenches looking over every fence;
and as soon as the mob would get
nearly to them they would break and
skaddle back out of reach. Lots of
the women and girls was crying and
taking on, scared most to death.
They swarmed up in front of Sher-
burn's palings as thick as they could jam together, and you couldn't hear your-
self think for the noise. It was a little twenty-foot yard. Some sung out "Tear
down the fence! tear down the fence!" Then there was a racket of ripping and
tearing and smashing, and down she goes, and the front wall of the crowd begins
to roll in like a wave.
Just then Sherburn steps out on to the roof of his little front porch, with a
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double-barrel gun in his hand, and takes his stand, perfectly ca'm and deliberate,
not saying a word. The racket stopped, and the wave sucked back.
Sherburn never said a word -- just stood there, looking down. The stillness
was awful creepy and uncomfortable. Sherburn run his eye slow along the
crowd; and wherever it struck, the people tried a little to outgaze him, but they
couldn't; they dropped their eyes and looked sneaky. Then pretty soon Sher-
burn sort of laughed; not the pleasant kind, but the kind that makes you feel
like when you are eating bread that's got sand in it.
Then he says, slow and scornful:
"The idea of you lynching anybody! It's amusing. The idea of you think-
ing you had pluck enough to lynch a man! Because you're brave enough to tar
and feather poor friendless cast-out women that come along here, did that make
you think you had grit enough to lay your hands on a man? Why, a man's safe
in the hands of ten thousand of your kind -- as long as it's day-time and you're not
behind him.
"Do I know you? I know you clear through. I was born and raised in the
South, and I've lived in the North; so I know the average all around. The
average man's a coward. In the North he lets anybody walk over him that
wants to, and goes home and prays for a humble spirit to bear it. In the South
one man, all by himself, has stopped a stage full of men, in the day-time, and
robbed the lot. Your newspapers call you a brave people so much that you think
you are braver than any other people -- whereas you're just as brave, and no braver.
Why don't your juries hang murderers? Because they're afraid the man's friends
will shoot them in the back, in the dark -- and it's just what they would do.
"So they always acquit; and then a man goes in the night, with a hundred
masked cowards at his back, and lynches the rascal. Your mistake is, that you
didn't bring a man with you; that's one mistake, and the other is that you didn't
come in the dark, and fetch your masks. You brought part of a man -- Buck
Harkness, there -- and if you hadn't had him to start you, you'd a taken it out in
blowing.
"You didn't want to come. The average man don't like trouble and danger.
You don't like trouble and danger. But if only half a man -- like Buck
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Harkness, there -- shouts 'Lynch him, lynch him!' you're afraid to back down
afraid you'll be found out to be what you are -- cowards -- and so you raise a yell,
and hang yourselves onto that half-a-man's coat tail, and come raging up here,
swearing what big things you're going to do. The pitifulest thing out is a
mob; that's what an army is -- a mob; they don't fight with courage that's born
in them, but with courage that's borrowed from their mass, and from their
officers. But a mob without any man at the head of it, is beneath pitifulness.
Now the thing for you to do, is to droop your tails and go home and crawl in a
hole. If any real lynching's going to be done, it will be done in the dark,
Southern fashion; and when they come they'll bring their masks, and fetch a
man along. Now leave -- and take your half-a-man with you" -- tossing his gun
up across his left arm and cocking it, when he says this.
The crowd washed back sudden, and then broke all apart and went tearing
off every which way, and Buck Harkness he heeled it after them, looking toler-
able cheap. I could a staid, if I'd a wanted to, but I didn't want to.
I went to the circus, and loafed around the back side till the watchman went
by, and then dived in under the tent. I had my twenty-dollar gold piece and
some other money, but I reckoned I better save it, because there ain't no telling
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how soon you are going to need it, away from home and amongst strangers, that
way. You can't be too careful. I ain't opposed to spending money on circuses,
when there ain't no other way, but there ain't no use in wasting it on them.
It was a real bully circus. It was the splendidest sight that ever was, when
they all come riding in, two and two, a gentleman and lady, side by side, the
men just in their drawers and under-shirts, and no shoes nor stirrups, and resting
their hands on their thighs, easy and comfortable -- there must a' been twenty of
them -- and every lady with a lovely complexion, and perfectly beautiful, and
looking just like a gang of real sure-enough queens, and dressed in clothes that
cost millions of dollars, and just littered with diamonds. It was a powerful fine
sight; I never see anything so lovely. And then one by one they got up and
stood, and went a-weaving around the ring so gentle and wavy and graceful, the
men looking ever so tall and airy and straight, with their heads bobbing and
skimming along, away up there under the tent-roof, and every lady's rose-leafy
dress flapping soft and silky around her hips, and she looking like the most love-
liest parasol.
And then faster and faster they went, all of them dancing, first one foot stuck
out in the air and then the other, the horses leaning more and more, and the
ring-master going round and round the centre-pole, cracking his whip and
shouting "hi! -- hi!" and the clown cracking jokes behind him; and by-and-
by all hands dropped the reins, and every lady put her knuckles on her hips and
every gentleman folded his arms, and then how the horses did lean over and
hump themselves! And so, one after the other they all skipped off into the ring,
and made the sweetest bow I ever see, and then scampered out, and everybody
clapped their hands and went just about wild.
Well, all through the circus they done the most astonishing things; and all
the time that clown carried on so it most killed the people. The ring-master
couldn't ever say a word to him but he was back at him quick as a wink with the
funniest things a body ever said; and how he ever could think of so many of
them, and so sudden and so pat, was what I couldn't noway understand. Why,
I couldn't a thought of them in a year. And by-and-by a drunk man tried to
get into the ring -- said he wanted to ride; said he could ride as well as anybody
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that ever was. They argued and tried to keep him out, but he wouldn't listen,
and the whole show come to a standstill. Then the people begun to holler at
him and make fun of him, and that made him mad, and he begun to rip and
tear; so that stirred up the people, and a lot of men begun to pile down off of
the benches and swarm towards the ring, saying, "Knock him down! throw
him out!" and one or two women begun to scream. So, then, the ring-master
he made a little speech, and said he hoped there wouldn't be no disturbance, and
if the man would promise he wouldn't make no more trouble, he would let him
ride, if he thought he could stay on the horse. So everybody laughed and said all
right, and the man got on.
The minute he was on, the 
horse begun to rip and tear
and jump and cavort around,
with two circus men hanging
onto his bridle trying to hold
him, and the drunk man
hanging onto his neck, and
his heels flying in the air every
jump, and the whole crowd
of people standing up shout-
ing and laughing till the tears
rolled down. And at last, --
sure enough, all the circus
men could do, the horse broke
loose, and away he went like
the very nation, round and
round the ring, with that sot
laying down on him and hang-
ing to his neck, with first one
leg hanging most to the ground
on one side, and then t'other one on t'other side, and the people just crazy. It
warn't funny to me, though; I was all of a tremble to see his danger. But
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pretty soon he struggled up astraddle and grabbed the bridle, a-reeling this way
and that; and the next minute he sprung up and dropped the bridle and stood!
and the horse agoing like a house afire too. He just stood up there, a-sailing
around as easy and comfortable as if he warn't ever drunk in his life -- and then
he begun to pull off his clothes and sling them. He shed them so thick they
kind of clogged up the air, and altogether he shed seventeen suits. And then,
there he was, slim and handsome, and dressed the gaudiest and prettiest you
ever saw, and he lit into that horse with his whip and made him fairly hum --
and finally skipped off, and made his bow and danced off to the dressing-room,
and everybody just a-howling with pleasure and astonishment.
Then the ring-master he see how he had been fooled, and he was the sickest
ring-master you ever see, I reckon. Why, it was one of his own men! He had
got up that joke all out of his own head, and never let on to nobody. Well, I
felt sheepish enough, to be took in so, but I wouldn't a been in that ring-mas-
ter's place, not for a thousand dollars. I don't know; there may be bullier
circuses than what that one was, but I never struck them yet. Anyways it was
plenty good enough for me; and wherever I run across it, it can have all of my
custom, every time.
Well, that night we had our show; but there warn't only about twelve
people there; just enough to pay expenses. And they laughed all the time, and
that made the duke mad; and everybody left, anyway, before the show was over,
but one boy which was asleep. So the duke said these Arkansaw lunkheads
couldn't come up to Shakspeare; what they wanted was low comedy -- and may
be something ruther worse than low comedy, he reckoned. He said he could
size their style. So next morning he got some big sheets of wrapping-paper and
some black paint, and drawed off some handbills and stuck them up all over the
village. The bills said:
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At The Court House!
For 3 Nights Only!
The World-Renowned Tragedians
David Garrick The Younger!
and
Edmund Kean The Elder!
Of the London and Continental Theatres
In their Thrilling Tragedy of
The King's Camelopard
or
The Royal Nonesuch!
Admission: 50 cents
Then at the bottom was the biggest line of all -- which said:
Ladies and children not admitted.
"There," says he, "if that line don't fetch them, I don't know Arkansaw!"
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Chapter XXIII
Well, all day him and the king was hard
at it, rigging up a stage, and a cur- 
tain, and a row of candles for foot-
lights; and that night the house
was jam full of men in no time.
When the place couldn't hold no
more, the duke he quit tending door
and went around the back way and
come onto the stage and stood up
before the curtain, and made a
little speech, and praised up this
tragedy, and said it was the most
thrillingest one that ever was; and
so he went on a-bragging about the
tragedy and about Edmund Kean
the Elder, which was to play the
main principal part in it; and at
last when he'd got everybody's ex-
pectations up high enough, he rolled up the curtain, and the next minute the
king come a-prancing out on all fours, naked; and he was painted all over, ring-
streaked-and-striped, all sorts of colors, as splendid as a rainbow. And -- but
never mind the rest of his outfit, it was just wild, but it was awful funny. The
people most killed themselves laughing; and when the king got done, capering,
and capered off behind the scenes, they roared and clapped and stormed and haw-
hawed till he come back and done it over again; and after that, they made him
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do it another time. Well, it would a made a cow laugh to see the shines that old
idiot cut.
Then the duke he lets the curtain down, and bows to the people, and says the
great tragedy will be performed only two nights more, on accounts of pressing
London engagements, where the seats" is all sold aready for it in Drury Lane;
and then he makes them another bow, and says if he has succeeded in pleasing
them and instructing them, he will be deeply obleeged if they will mention it to
their friends and get them to come and see it.
Twenty people sings out:
"What, is it over? Is that all?"
The duke says yes. Then there was a fine time. Everybody sings out "sold,"
and rose up mad, and was agoing for that stage and them tragedians. But a big
fine-looking man jumps up on a bench, and shouts:
"Hold on! Just a word, gentlemen." They stopped to listen. "We are
sold -- mighty badly sold. But we don't want to be the laughing-stock of this
whole town, I reckon, and never hear the last of this thing as long as we live.
No. What we want, is to go out of here quiet, and talk this show up, and sell
the rest of the town! Then we'll all be in the same boat. Ain't that sensible?"
("You bet it is! -- the jedge is right!" everybody sings out.) "All right, then
-- not a word about any sell. Go along home, and advise everybody to come and
see the tragedy."
Next day you couldn't hear nothing around that town but how splendid that
show was. House was jammed again, that night, and we sold this crowd the
same way. When me and the king and the duke got home to the raft, we all had
a supper; and by-and-by, about midnight, they made Jim and me back her out
and float her down the middle of the river and fetch her in and hide her about
two mile below town.
The third night the house was crammed again -- and they warn't new-comers,
this time, but people that was at the show the other two nights. I stood by
the duke at the door, and I see that every man that went in had his pockets
bulging, or something muffled up under his coat -- and I see it warn't no per-
fumery neither, not by a long sight. I smelt sickly eggs by the barrel, and
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rotten cabbages, and such things; and if I know the signs of a dead cat being
around, and I bet I do, there was sixty-four of them went in. I shoved in
there for a minute, but it was too
various for me, I couldn't stand it. 
Well, when the place couldn't hold no
more people, the duke he give a fellow
a quarter and told him to tend door for
him a minute, and then he started
around for the stage door, I after him;
but the minute we turned the corner
and was in the dark, he says:
"Walk fast, now, till you get away
from the houses, and then shin for the
raft like the dickens was after you!"
I done it, and he done the same. We
struck the raft at the same time, and in
less than two seconds we was gliding
down stream, all dark and still, and
edging towards the middle of the river,
nobody saying a word. I reckoned the
poor king was in for a gaudy time of
it with the audience; but nothing of
the sort; pretty soon he crawls out from under the wigwam, and says:
"Well, how'd the old thing pan out this time, Duke?"
He hadn't been up town at all.
We never showed a light till we was about ten mile below that village.
Then we lit up and had a supper, and the king and the duke fairly laughed their
bones loose over the way they'd served them people. The duke says:
"Greenhorns, flatheads! I knew the first house would keep mum and let
the rest of the town get roped in; and I knew they'd lay for us the third night,
and consider it was their turn now. Well, it is their turn, and I'd give some-
thing to know how much they'd take for it. I would just like to know how
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they're putting in their opportunity. They can turn it into a picnic, if they
want to -- they brought plenty provisions."
Them rapscallions took in four hundred and sixty-five dollars in that three
nights. I never see money hauled in by the wagon-load like that, before.
By-and-by, when they was asleep and snoring, Jim says:
"Don't it 'sprise you, de way dem kings carries on, Huck?"
"No," I says, "it don't."
"Why don't it, Huck?"
"Well, it don't, because it's in the breed. I reckon they're all alike."
"But, Huck, dese kings o' ourn is regular rapscallions; dat's jist what dey
is; dey's reglar rapscallions."
"Well, that's what I'm a-saying; all kings is mostly rapscallions, as fur as
I can make out."
"Is dat so?"
"You read about them once -- you'll see. Look at Henry the Eight;
this'n 's a Sunday-School Superintendent to him. And look at Charles Second,
and Louis Fourteen, and Louis Fifteen, and James Second, and Edward Second,
and Kichard Third, and forty more; besides all them Saxon heptarchies that
used to rip around so in old times and raise Cain. My, you ought to seen old
Henry the Eight when he was in bloom. He was a blossom. He used to marry
a new wife every day, and chop off her head next morning. And he would do it
just as indifferent as if he was ordering up eggs. 'Fetch up Nell Gwynn,' he
says. They fetch her up. Next morning, 'Chop off her head!' And they
chop it off. 'Fetch up Jane Shore,' he says; and up she comes. Next morning
'Chop off her head' -- and they chop it off. 'Ring up Fair Rosamun.' Fair
Rosamun answers the bell. Next morning, 'Chop off her head.' And he made
every one of them tell him a tale every night; and he kept that up till he had
hogged a thousand and one tales that way, and then he put them all in a book,
and called it Domesday Book -- which was a good name and stated the case.
You don't know kings, Jim, but I know them; and this old rip of ourn is one
of the cleanest I've struck in history. Well, Henry he takes a notion he wants
to get up some trouble with this country. How does he go at it -- give notice?
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-- give the country a show? No. All of a sudden he heaves all the tea in
Boston Harbor overboard, and whacks out a declaration of independence, and
dares them to come on. That was
his style -- he never give anybody a 
chance. He had suspicions of his
father, the Duke of Wellington.
Well, what did he do? -- ask him to
show up? No -- drownded him in
a butt of mamsey, like a cat. Spose
people left money laying around
where he was -- what did he do?
He collared it. Spose he contracted
to do a thing; and you paid him,
and didn't set down there and see
that he done it -- what did he do?
He always done the other thing.
Spose he opened his mouth -- what
then? If he didn't shut it up
powerful quick, he'd lose a lie, every
time. That's the kind of a bug
Henry was; and if we'd a had him
along 'stead of our kings, he'd a
fooled that town a heap worse than ourn done. I don't say that ourn is lambs,
because they ain't, when you come right down to the cold facts; but they ain't
nothing to that old ram, anyway. All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to
make allowances. Take them all around, they're a mighty ornery lot. It's the
way they're raised."
"But dis one do smell so like de nation, Huck."
"Well, they all do, Jim. We can't help the way a king smells; history
don't tell no way."
"Now de duke, he's a tolerble likely man, in some ways."
"Yes, a duke's different. But not very different. This one's a middling
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hard lot, for a duke. When he's drunk, there ain't no near-sighted man could
tell him from a king."
"Well, anyways, I doan' hanker for no mo' un um, Huck. Dese is all I
kin stan'."
"It's the way I feel, too, Jim. But we've got them on our hands, and
we got to remember what they are, and make allowances. Sometimes I wish
we could hear of a country that's out of kings."
What was the use to tell Jim these warn't real kings and dukes? It wouldn't
a done no good; and besides, it was just as I said; you couldn't tell them from
the real kind.
I went to sleep, and Jim didn't call me when it was my turn. He often done
that. When I waked up, just at day-break, he was setting there with his head
down betwixt his knees, moaning and mourning to himself. I didn't take notice,
nor let on. I knowed what it was about. He was thinking about his wife and
his children, away up yonder, and he was low and homesick; because he hadn't
ever been away from home before in his life; and I do believe he cared just as
much for his people as white folks does for their'n. It don't seem natural, but I
reckon it's so. He was often moaning and mourning that way, nights, when he
judged I was asleep, and saying, "Po' little 'Lizabeth! po' little Johnny! its
mighty hard; I spec' I ain't ever gwyne to see you no mo', no mo'!" He was a
mighty good nigger, Jim was.
But this time I somehow got to talking to him about his wife and young ones;
and by-and-by he says:
"What makes me feel so bad dis time, 'uz bekase I hear sumpn over yonder
on de bank like a whack, er a slam, while ago, en it mine me er de time I treat
my little 'Lizabeth so ornery. She warn't on'y 'bout fo' year ole, en she tuck de
sk'yarlet-fever, en had a powful rough spell; but she got well, en one day she was
a-stannin' aroun', en I says to her, I says:
"Shet de do'.'
"She never done it; jis' stood dah, kiner smilin' up at me. It make me
mad; en I says agin, mighty loud, I says:
"Doan' you hear me? -- shet de do'!'
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"She jis' stood de same way, kiner smilin' up. I was a-bilin'! I says:
"I lay I make you mine!"
"En wid dat I fetch' her a slap side de head dat sont her a-sprawlin'. Den I
went into de yuther room, en 'uz gone 'bout ten minutes; en when I come back,
dah was dat do' a-stannin' open yit, en dat chile stannin' mos' right in it,
a-lookin' down and mournin', en de tears runnin' down. My, but I wuz mad,
I was agwyne for de chile, but jis' den -- it was a do' dat open innerds -- jis' den,
'long come de wind en slam it to, behine de chile, ker-blam! -- en my lan', de
chile never move'! My breff mos' hop outer me; en I feel so -- so -- I doan' know
how I feel. I crope out, all a-tremblin', en crope aroun' en open de do' easy en
slow, en poke my head in behine de chile, sof' en still, en all uv a sudden, I says
pow! I jis' as loud as I could yell. She never budge! Oh, Huck, I bust out
a-cryin' en grab her up in my arms, en say, 'Oh, de po' little thing! de Lord God
Amighty fogive po' ole Jim, kaze he never gwyne to fogive hisself as long's he
live!' Oh, she was plumb deef en dumb, Huck, plumb deef en dumb -- en I'd
ben a-treat'n her so!"
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Chapter XIV
Next day, towards night, we laid up under
a little willow tow-head out in the 
middle, where there was a village on
each side of the river, and the duke
and the king begun to lay out a
plan for working them towns. Jim
he spoke to the duke, and said he
hoped it wouldn't take but a few
hours, because it got mighty heavy
and tiresome to him when he had
to lay all day in the wigwam tied
with the rope. You see, when we
left him all alone we had to tie him,
because if anybody happened on him
all by himself and not tied, it wouldn't
look much like he was a runaway
nigger, you know. So the duke said
it was kind of hard to have to lay roped all day, and he'd cipher out some way to
get around it.
He was uncommon bright, the duke was, and he soon struck it. He dressed
Jim up in King Lear's outfit -- it was a long curtain-calico gown, and a white
horse-hair wig and whiskers; and then he took his theatre-paint and painted
Jim's face and hands and ears and neck all over a dead dull solid blue, like a
man that's been drownded nine days. Blamed if he warn't the horriblest looking
outrage I ever see. Then the duke took and wrote out a sign on a shingle so --
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Sick Arab -- but harmless when not out of his head.
And he nailed that shingle to a lath, and stood the lath up four or five foot in
front of the wigwam. Jim was satisfied. He said it was a sight better than
laying tied a couple of years every day and trembling all over every time there
was a sound. The duke told him to make himself free and easy, and if any-
body ever come meddling around, he must hop out of the wigwam, and carry on
a little, and fetch a howl or two like a wild beast, and he reckoned they would
light out and leave him alone. Which was sound enough judgment; but you
take the average man, and he wouldn't wait for him to howl. Why, he didn't
only look like he was dead, he looked considerable more than that.
These rapscallions wanted to try the Nonesuch again, because there was so
much money in it, but they judged it wouldn't be safe, because maybe the news
might a worked along down by this time. They couldn't hit no project that
suited, exactly; so at last the duke said he reckoned he'd lay off and work his
brains an hour or two and see if he couldn't put up something on the Arkansaw
village; and the king he allowed he would drop over to t'other village, without any
plan, but just trust in Providence to lead him the profitable way -- meaning the
devil, I reckon. We had all bought store clothes where we stopped last; and now
the king put his'n on, and he told me to put mine on. I done it, of course. The
king's duds was all black, and he did look real swell and starchy. I never knowed
how clothes could change a body before. Why, before, he looked like the
orneriest old rip that ever was; but now, when he'd take off his new white beaver
and make a bow and do a smile, he looked that grand and good and pious that
you'd say he had walked right out of the ark, and maybe was old Leviticus
himself. Jim cleaned up the canoe, and I got my paddle ready. There
was a big steamboat laying at the shore away up under the point, about three
mile above town -- been there a couple of hours, taking on freight. Says the
king:
"Seem' how I'm dressed, I reckon maybe I better arrive down from St. Louis
or Cincinnati, or some other big place. Go for the steamboat, Huckleberry;
we'll come down to the village on her."
I didn't have to be ordered twice, to go and take a steamboat ride. I fetched
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the shore a half a mile above the Tillage, and then went scooting along the bluff
bank in the easy water. Pretty soon we come to a nice innocent-looking young
country jake setting on a log swabbing the sweat off of his face, for it was
powerful warm weather; and he had a couple of big carpet-bags by him.
"Run her nose in shore," says the king. I done it. "Where you bound for,
young man?"
"For the steamboat; going to Orleans."
"Git aboard," says the king. "Hold on a minute, my servant 'll he'p you
with them bags. Jump out and he'p the gentleman, Adolphus" -- meaning
me, I see.
I done so, and then we all three started on again. The young chap was
mighty thankful; said it was tough work toting his baggage such weather.
He asked the king where he was going, and the king told him he'd come
down the river and landed at the other village this morning, and now he was
going up a few mile to see an old friend on a farm up there. The young
fellow says?
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"When I first see you, I says to myself, 'It's Mr. Wilks, sure, and he come
mighty near getting here in time.' But then I says again, 'No, I reckon it
ain't him, or else he wouldn't be paddling up the river.' You ain't him, arc
you?"
"No, my name's Blodgett -- Elexander Blodgett -- Reverend Elexander
Blodgett, I spose I must say, as I'm one o' the Lord's poor servants. But
still I'm jist as able to be sorry for Mr. Wilks for not arriving in time, all
the same, if he's missed anything by it -- which I hope he hasn't."
"Well, he don't miss any property by it, because he'll get that all right;
but he's missed seeing his brother Peter die -- which he mayn't mind, nobody
can tell as to that -- but his brother would a give anything in this world to
see him before he died; never talked about nothing else all these three weeks;
hadn't seen him since they was boys together -- and" hadn't ever seen his
brother William at all -- that's the deef and dumb one -- William ain't more
than thirty or thirty-five. Peter and George was the only ones that come out
here; George was the married brother; him and his wife both died last year.
Harvey and William's the only ones that's left now; and, as I was saying, they
haven't got here in time."
"Did anybody send 'em word?"
"Oh, yes; a mouth or two ago, when Peter was first took; because Peter
said then that he sorter felt like he warn't going to get well this time.
You see, he was pretty old, and George's g'yirls was too young to be much
company for him, except Mary Jane the red-headed one; and so he was
kinder lonesome after George and his wife died, and didn't seem to care much
to live. He most desperately wanted to see Harvey -- and William too, for that
matter -- because he was one of them kind that can't bear to make a will. He
left a letter behind for Harvey, and said he'd told in it where his money was
hid, and how he wanted the rest of the property divided up so George's g'yirls
would be all right -- for George didn't leave nothing. And that letter was all
they could get him to put a pen to."
"Why do you reckon Harvey don't come? Wher' does he live?"
"Oh, he lives in England -- Sheffield -- preaches there -- hasn't ever been in this
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country. He hasn't had any too much time -- and besides he mightn't a got the
letter at all, you know."
"Too bad, too bad he couldn't a lived to see his brothers, poor soul. You
going to Orleans, you say?"
"Yes, but that ain't only a part of it. I'm going in a ship, next Wednesday,
for Ryo Janeero, where my uncle lives."
"It's a pretty long journey. But it'll be lovely; I wisht I was agoing. Is
Mary Jane the oldest? How old is the others?"
"Mary Jane's nineteen, Susan's fifteen, and Joanna's about fourteen -- that's
the one that gives herself to good works and has a hare-lip."
"Poor things! to be left alone in the cold world so."
"Well, they could be worse off. Old Peter had friends, and they ain't going
to let them come to no harm. There's Hobson, the Babtis' preacher; and
Deacon Lot Hovey, and Ben Rucker, and Abner Shackleford, and Levi Bell,
the lawyer; and Dr. Robinson, and their wives, and the widow Bartley, and --
well, there's a lot of them; but these are the ones that Peter was thickest with,
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and used to write about sometimes, when he wrote home; so Harvey 'll know
where to look for friends when he get's here."
Well, the old man he went on asking questions till he just fairly emptied
that young fellow. Blamed if he didn't inquire about everybody and everything
in that blessed town, and all about all the Wilkses; and about Peter's business --
which was a tanner; and about George's -- which was a carpenter; and about
Harvey's -- which was a dissentering minister; and so on, and so on. Then he
says:
"What did you want to walk all the way up to the steamboat for?"
"Because she's a big Orleans boat, and I was afeard she mightn't stop there.
When they're deep they won't stop for a hail. A Cincinnati boat will, but this
is a St. Louis one."
"Was Peter Wilks well off?"
"Oh, yes, pretty well off. He had houses and land, and it's reckoned he left
three or four thousand in cash hid up som'ers."
"When did you say he died?"
"I didn't say, but it was last night."
"Funeral to-morrow, likely?"
"Yes, 'bout the middle of the day."
"Well, it's all terrible sad; but we've all got to go, one time or another. So
what we want to do is to be prepared; then we're all right."
"Yes, sir, it's the best way. Ma used to always say that."
When we struck the boat, she was about done loading, and pretty soon she
got off. The king never said nothing about going aboard, so I lost my ride,
after all. When the boat was gone, the king made me paddle up another mile
to a lonesome place, and then he got ashore, and says:
"Now hustle back, right off, and fetch the duke up here, and the new
carpet-bags. And if he's gone over to t'other side, go over there and git him.
And tell him to git himself up regardless. Shove along, now."
I see what he was up to; but I never said nothing, of course. When I got
back with the duke, we hid the canoe and then they set down on a log, and the
king told him everything, just like the young fellow had said it -- every last word
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of it. And all the time he was a doing it, he tried to talk like an Englishman;
and he done it pretty well too, for a slouch. I can't imitate him, and so I ain't
agoing to try to; but he really done it pretty good. Then he says:
"How are you on the deef and dumb, Bilgewater?"
The duke said, leave him alone for that; said he had played a deef and dumb
person on the histrionic boards. So then they waited for a steamboat.
About the middle of the afternoon a couple of little boats come along, but
they didn't come from high enough up the river; but at last there was a big one,
and they hailed her. She sent out her yawl, and we went aboard, and she was
from Cincinnati; and when they found we only wanted to go four or five mile,
they was booming mad, and give us
a cussing, and said they wouldn't 
laud us. But the king was ca'm.
He says:
"If gentlemen kin afford to pay
a dollar a mile apiece, to be took
on and put off in a yawl, a steam-
boat kin afford to carry 'em, can't
it?"
So they softened down and said
it was all right; and when we
got to the village, they yawled us
ashore. About two dozen men
flocked down, when they see the
yawl a coming; and when the king
says --
"Kin any of you gentlemen
tell me wher' Mr. Peter Wilks
lives?" they give a glance at one
another, and nodded their heads,
as much as to say, "What d' I tell you?" Then one of them says, kind of soft
and gentle:
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"I'm sorry, sir, but the best we can do is to tell you where he did live
yesterday evening."
Sudden as winking, the ornery old cretur went all to smash, and fell up against
the man, and put his chin on his shoulder, and cried down his back, and says:
"Alas, alas, our poor brother -- gone, and we never got to see him; oh,
it's too, too hard!"
Then he turns around, blubbering, and makes a lot of idiotic signs to the
duke on his hands, and blamed if he didn't drop a carpet-bag and bust out
a-crying. If they warn't the beatenest lot, them two frauds, that ever I struck.
Well, the men gethered around, and sympathized with them, and said all sorts
of kind things to them, and carried their carpet-bags up the hill for them, and
let them lean on them and cry, and told the king all about his brother's last
moments, and the king he told it all over again on his hands to the duke, and both
of them took on about that dead tanner like they'd lost the twelve disciples.
Well, if ever I struck anything like it, I'm a nigger. It was enough to make
a body ashamed of the human race.
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Chapter XV
The news was all over town in two min-
utes, and you could see the people 
tearing down on the run, from every
which way, some of them putting on
their coats as they come. Pretty soon
we was in the middle of a crowd, and
the noise of the tramping was like a
soldier-march. The windows and door-
yards was full; and every minute
somebody would say, over a fence:
"Is it them?"
And somebody trotting along with
the gang would answer back and say,
"You bet it is."
When we got to the house, the
street in front of it was packed, and
the three girls was standing in the
door. Mary Jane was red-headed,
but that don't make no difference, she was most awful beautiful, and her face
and her eyes was all lit up like glory, she was so glad her uncles was come. The
king he spread his arms, and Mary Jane she jumped for them, and the hare-lip
jumped for the duke, and there they had it! Everybody most, leastways women,
cried for joy to see them meet again at last and have such good times.
Then the king he hunched the duke, private -- I see him do it -- and then ho
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looked around and see the coffin, over in the corner on two chairs; so then, him
and the duke, with a hand across each other's shoulder, and t'other hand to their
eyes, walked slow and solemn over there, everybody dropping back to give them
room, and all the talk and noise stopping, people saying "Sh!" and all the men
taking their hats off and drooping their heads, so you could a heard a pin fall.
And when they got there, they bent over
and looked in the coffin, and took one 
sight, and then they bust out a crying
so you could a heard them to Orleans,
most: and then they put their arms
around each other's necks, and hung
their chins over each other's shoulders;
and then for three minutes, or maybe
four, I never see two men leak the way
they done. And mind you, everybody
was doing the same; and the place was
that damp I never see anything like it.
Then one of them got on one side of the
coffin, and t'other on t'other side, and
they kneeled down and rested their fore-
heads on the coffin, and let on to pray
all to theirselves. Well, when it come
to that, it worked the crowd like you
never see anything like it, and so every-
body broke down and went to sobbing right out loud -- the poor girls, too; and
every woman, nearly, went up to the girls, without saying a word, and kissed
them, solemn, on the forehead, and then put their hand on their head, and
looked up towards the sky, with the tears running down, and then busted out
and went off sobbing and swabbing, and give the next woman a show. I never
see anything so disgusting.
Well, by-and-by the king he gets up and comes forward a little, and works
himself up and slobbers out a speech, all full of tears and flapdoodle about its
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being a sore trial for him and his poor brother to lose the diseased, and to miss
seeing diseased alive, after the long journey of four thousand mile, but its a trial
that's sweetened and sanctified to us by this dear sympathy and these holy tears,
and so he thanks them out of his heart and out of his brother's heart, because
out of their mouths they can't, words being too weak and cold, and all that kind
of rot and slush, till it was just sickening; and then he blubbers out a pious
goody-goody Amen, and turns himself loose and goes to crying fit to bust.
And the minute the words was out of his mouth somebody over in the crowd
struck up the doxolojer, and everybody joined in with all their might, and it just
warmed you up and made you feel as good as church letting out. Music is a
good thing; and after all that soul-butter and hogwash, I never see it freshen up
things so, and sound so honest and bully.
Then the king begins to work his jaw again, and says how him and his nieces
would be glad if a few of the main principal friends of the family would take
supper here with them this evening, and help set up with the ashes of the dis-
eased; and says if his poor brother laying yonder could speak, he knows who he
would name, for they was names that was very dear to him, and mentioned often
in his letters; and so he will name the same, to-wit, as follows, vizz: -- Rev. Mr.
Hobson, and Deacon Lot Hovey, and Mr. Ben Rucker, and Abner Shackleford,
and Levi Bell, and Dr. Robinson, and their wives, and the widow Bartley.
Rev. Hobson and Dr. Robinson was down to the end of the town, a-hunting
together; that is, I mean the doctor was shipping a sick man to t'other world,
and the preacher was pinting him right. Lawyer Bell was away up to Louisville
on some business. But the rest was on hand, and so they all come and shook
hands with the king and thanked him and talked to him; and then they shook
hands with the duke, and didn't say nothing but just kept a-smiling and bob-
bing their heads like a passel of sapheads whilst he made all sorts of signs with his
hands and said "Goo-goo -- goo-goo-goo," all the time, like a baby that can't talk.
So the king he blatted along, and managed to inquire about pretty much
everybody and dog in town, by his name, and mentioned all sorts of little things
that happened one time or another in the town, or to George's family, or to
Peter; and he always let on that Peter wrote him the things, but that was a lie,
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he got every blessed one of them out of that young flathead that we canoed up to
the steamboat.
Then Mary Jane she fetched the letter her father left behind, and the king
he read it out loud and cried over it. It give the dwelling-house and three
thousand dollars, gold, to the girls; and it give the tanyard (which was doing a
good business), along with some other houses and land (worth about seven
thousand), and three thousand dollars in gold to Harvey and William, and told
where the six thousand cash was hid, down cellar. So these two frauds said they'd
go and fetch it up, and have everything square and above-board; and told me to
come with a candle. We shut the cellar door behind us, and when they found
the bag they spilt it out on the floor, and it was a lovely sight, all them yaller-
boys. My, the way the king's eyes did shine! He slaps the duke on the
shoulder, and says:
"Oh, this ain't bully, nor noth'n! Oh, no, I reckon not! Why, Biljy, it
beats the Nonesuch, don't it!"
The duke allowed it did. They pawed the yaller-boys, and sifted them
through their fingers and let them jingle down on the floor; and the king
says:
"It ain't no use talkin'; bein' brothers to a rich dead man, and representa-
tives of furrin heirs that's got left, is the line for you and me, Bilge. Thish-yer
comes of trust'n to Providence. It's the best way, in the long run. I've tried
'em all, and ther' ain't no better way."
Most everybody would a been satisfied with the pile, and took it on trust; but
no, they must count it. So they counts it, and it comes out four hundred and
fifteen dollars short. Says the king:
"Dern him, I wonder what he done with that four hunderd and fifteen
dollars?"
They worried over that a while, and ransacked all around for it. Then the
duke says:
"Well, he was a pretty sick man, and likely he made a mistake -- I reckon
that's the way of it. The best way's to let it go, and keep still about it. We
can spare it."
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"Oh, shucks, yes, we can spare it. I don't k'yer noth'n 'bout that -- it's
the count I'm thinkin' about. We want to be awful square and open and above-
board, here, you know. We
want to lug this h-yer money up 
stairs and count it before every-
body -- then ther' ain't noth'n
suspicious. But when the dead
man says ther's six thous'n dol-
lars, you know, we don't want
to--"
"Hold on," says the duke.
"Less make up the deffisit" --
and he begun to haul out yaller-
boys out of his pocket.
"It's a most amaz'n' good idea,
duke -- you have got a rattlin'
clever head on you," says the
king. "Blest if the old None-
such ain't a heppin' us out agin"
-- and he begun to haul out yaller-
jackets and stack them up.
It most busted them, but they
made up the six thousand clean and clear.
"Say," says the duke, "I got another idea. Le's go upstairs and count this
money, and then take and give it to the girls."
"Good land, duke, lemme hug you! It's the most dazzling idea 'at ever a
man struck. You have cert'nly got the most astonishin' head I ever see. Oh,
this is the boss dodge, ther' ain't no mistake 'bout it. Let 'em fetch along their
suspicions now, if they want to -- this'll lay 'em out."
When we got upstairs, everybody gethered around the table, and the king he
counted it and stacked it up, three hundred dollars in a pile -- twenty elegant
little piles. Everybody looked hungry at it, and licked their chops. Then they
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raked it into the bag again, and I see the king begin to swell himself up for
another speech. He says:
"Friends all, my poor brother that lays yonder, has done generous by them
that's left behind in the vale of sorrers. He has done generous by these-yer poor
little lambs that he loved and sheltered, and that's left fatherless and motherless.
Yes, and we that knowed him, knows that he would a done more generous by 'em
if he hadn't ben afeard o' woundin' his dear William and me. Now, wouldn't
he? Ther' ain't no question 'bout it, in my mind. Well, then -- what kind o'
brothers would it be, that 'd stand in his way at sech a time? And what kind
o' uncles would it be that 'd rob -- yes, rob -- sech poor sweet lambs as these 'at he
loved so, at sech a time? If I know
William -- and I think I do -- he -- 
well, I'll jest ask him." He turns
around and begins to make a lot of
signs to the duke with his hands;
and the duke he looks at him stupid
and leather-headed a while, then all
of a sudden he seems to catch his
meaning, and jumps for the king,
goo-gooing with all his might for joy,
and hugs him about fifteen times
before he lets up. Then the king
says, "I knowed it; I reckon that
'll convince anybody the way he feels
about it. Here, Mary Jane, Susan,
Joanner, take the money -- take it
all. It's the gift of him that lays
yonder, cold but joyful."
Mary Jane she went for him,
Susan and the hare-lip went for the duke, and then such another hugging and
kissing I never see yet. And everybody crowded up with the tears in their
eyes, and most shook the hands off of them frauds, saying all the time:
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"You dear good souls! -- how lovely! -- how could you!"
Well, then, pretty soon all hands got to talking about the diseased again, and
how good he was, and what a loss he was, and all that; and before long a big
iron-jawed man worked himself in there from outside, and stood a listening and
looking, and not saying anything; and nobody saying anything to him either,
because the king was talking and they was all busy listening. The king was say-
ing -- in the middle of something he'd started in on --
"--they bein' partickler friends o' the diseased. That's why they're invited here
this evenin'; but to-morrow we want all to come -- everybody; for he respected
everybody, he liked everybody, and so it's fitten that his funeral orgiess h'd be public."
And so he went a-mooning on and on, liking to hear himself talk, and every
little while he fetched in his funeral orgies again, till the duke he couldn't stand
it no more; so he writes on a little scrap of paper, "obsequies, you old fool," and
folds it up and goes to goo-gooing and reaching it over people's heads to him.
The king he reads it, and puts it in his pocket, and says:
"Poor William, afflicted as he is, his heart's aluz right. Asks me to invite
everybody to come to the funeral -- wants me to make 'em all welcome. But he
needn't a worried -- it was jest what I was at."
Then he weaves along again, perfectly ca'm, and goes to dropping in his
funeral orgies again every now and then, just like he done before. And when he
done it the third time, he says:
"I say orgies, not because it's the common term, because it ain't -- obsequies
bein' the common term -- but because orgies is the right term. Obsequies ain't
used in England no more, now -- it's gone out. We say orgies now, in England.
Orgies is better, because it means the thing you're after, more exact. It's a word
that's made up out'n the Greek orgo, outside, open, abroad; and the Hebrew
jeesum, to plant, cover up; hence inter. So, you see, funeral orgies is an open er
public funeral."
He was the worst I ever struck. Well, the iron-jawed man he laughed right
in his face. Everybody was shocked. Everybody says, "Why doctor?" and
Abner Shackleford says:
"Why, Robinson, hain't you heard the news? This is Harvey Wilks."
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The king he smiled eager, and shoved out his flapper, and says:
"Is it my poor brother's dear good friend and physician? I --
"Keep your hands off of me!" says the doctor. "You talk like an English-
man don't you? It's the worse imitation I ever heard. You Peter Wilks's
brother. You're a fraud, that's what you are!"
Well, how they all took on! They crowded around the doctor, and tried to
quiet him down, and tried to explain to him,
and tell him how Harvey'd showed in forty 
ways that he was Harvey, and knowed every-
body by name, and the names of the very
dogs, and begged and begged him not to hurt
Harvey's feelings and the poor girls' feelings,
and all that; but it warn't no use, he
stormed right along, and said any man that
pretended to be an Englishman and couldn't
imitate the lingo no better than what he did,
was a fraud and a liar. The poor girls was
hanging to the king and crying; and all of a
sudden the doctor ups and turns on them.
He says:
"I was your father's friend, and I'm your
friend; and I warn you as a friend, and an
honest one, that wants to protect you and
keep you out of harm and trouble, to turn
your backs on that scoundrel, and have
nothing to do with him, the ignorant tramp,
with his idiotic Greek and Hebrew as he calls it. He is the thinnest kind of an
impostor -- has come here with a lot of empty names and facts which he has picked
up somewheres, and you take them for proofs, and are helped to fool yourselves
by these foolish friends here, who ought to know better. Mary Jane Wilks, you
know me for your friend, and for your unselfish friend, too. Now listen to me;
turn this pitiful rascal out -- I leg you to do it. Will you?"
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Mary Jane straightened herself up, and my, but she was handsome! She
says:
"Here is my answer." She hove up the bag of money and put it in the
king's hands, and says, "Take this six thousand dollars, and invest for me and
my sisters any way you want to, and don't give us no receipt for it."
Then she put her arm around the king on one side, and Susan and the hare-
lip done the same on the other. Everybody clapped their hands and stomped on
the floor like a perfect storm, whilst the king held up his head and smiled proud.
The doctor says:
"All right, I wash my hands of the matter. But I warn you all that a time's
coming when you're going to feel sick whenever you think of this day" -- and
away he went.
"All right, doctor," says the king, kinder mocking him, "we'll try and get
'em to send for you" -- which made them all laugh, and they said it was a prime
good hit.
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Chapter XVI
Well when they was all gone, the king he
asks Mary Jane how they was off for 
spare rooms, and she said she had one
spare room, which would do for Uncle
William, and she'd give her own room
to Uncle Harvey, which was a little
bigger, and she would turn into the
room with her sisters and sleep on a
cot; and up garret was a little cubby,
with a pallet in it. The king said the
cubby would do for his valley -- mean-
ing me.
So Mary Jane took us up, and
she showed them their rooms,
which was plain but nice. She said
she'd have her frocks and a lot of
other traps took out of her room if
they was in Uncle Harvey's way, but
he said they warn't. The frocks was hung along the wall, and before them was
a curtain made out of calico that hung down to the floor. There was an old hair
trunk in one corner, and a guitar box in another, and all sorts of little knick-
knacks and jimcracks around, like girls brisken up a room with. The king said it
was all the more homely and more pleasanter for these fixings, and so don't dis-
turb them. The duke's room was pretty small, but plenty good enough, and so
was my cubby.
That night they had a big supper, and all them men and women was there,
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and I stood behind the king and the duke's chairs and waited on them, and the
niggers waited on the rest. Mary Jane she set at the head of the table, with
Susan along side of her, and said how bad the biscuits was, and how mean the
preserves was, and how ornery and
tough the fried chickens was -- and 
all that kind of rot, the way
women always do for to force out
compliments; and the people all
knowed everything was tip-top,
and said so -- said "How do you
get biscuits to brown so nice?"
and "Where, for the land's sake
did you get these amaz'n pick-
les?" and all that kind of hum-
bug talky-talk, just the way
people always does at a supper,
you know.
And when it was all done, me
and the hare-lip had supper in the
kitchen off of the leavings, whilst
the others was helping the niggers
clean up the things. The hare-lip
she got to pumping me about
England, and blest if I didn't think the ice was getting mighty thin, sometimes.
She says:
"Did you ever see the king?"
"Who? William Fourth? Well, I bet I have -- he goes to our church." I
knowed he was dead years ago, but I never let on. So when I says he goes to
our church, she says:
"What -- regular?"
"Yes -- regular. His pew's right over opposite ourn -- on 'tother side the
pulpit."
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"I thought he lived in London?"
"Well, he does. Where would he live?"
"But I thought you lived in Sheffield?"
I see I was up a stump. I had to let on to get choked with a chicken bone,
so as to get time to think how to get down again. Then I says:
"I mean he goes to our church regular when he's in Sheffield. That's only
in the summer-time, when he comes there to take the sea baths."
"Why, how you talk -- Sheffield ain't on the sea."
"Well, who said it was?"
"Why, you did."
"I didn't, nuther."
"You did!"
"I didn't."
"You did."
"I never said nothing of the kind."
"Well, what did you say, then?"
"Said he come to take the sea laths -- that's what I said."
"Well, then! how's he going to take the sea baths if it ain't on the sea?"
"Looky here," I says; "did you ever see any Congress water?"
"Yes."
"Well, did you have to go to Congress to get it?"
"Why, no."
-"Well, neither does William Fourth have to go to the sea to get a sea bath."
"How does he get it, then?"
"Gets it the way people down here gets Congress-water -- in barrels. There in
the palace at Sheffield they've got furnaces, and he wants his water hot. They
can't bile that amount of water away off there at the sea. They haven't got no
conveniences for it."
"Oh, I see, now. You might a said that in the first place and saved
time."
When she said that, I see I was out of the woods again, and so I was comfort-
able and glad. Next, she says:
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"Do you go to church, too?"
"Yes -- regular."
"Where do you set?"
"Why, in our pew."
"Whose pew?"
"Why, ourn -- your Uncle Harvey's."
"His'n? What does he want with a pew?"
"Wants it to set in. What did you reckon he wanted with it?"
"Why, I thought he'd be in the pulpit."
Rot him, I forgot he was a preacher. I see I was up a stump again, so I
played another chicken bone and got another think. Then I says:
"Blame it, do you suppose there ain't but one preacher to a church?"
"Why, what do they want with more?"
"What! -- to preach before a king? I never see such a girl as you. They
don't have no less than seventeen."
"Seventeen! My land! 'Why, I wouldn't set out such a string as that,
not if I never got to glory. It must take 'em a week."
"Shucks, they don't all of 'em preach the same day -- only one of 'em."
"Well, then, what does the rest of 'em do?"
"Oh, nothing much. Loll around, pass the plate -- and one thing or another.
But mainly they don't do nothing."
"Well, then, what are they for 9"
"Why, they're for style. Don't you know nothing?"
"Well, I don't want to know no such foolishness as that. How is servants
treated in England? Do they treat 'em better 'n we treat our niggers?"
"No! A servant ain't nobody there. They treat them worse than dogs."
"Don't they give 'em holidays, the way we do, Christmas and New Year's
week, and Fourth of July?"
"Oh, just listen! A body could tell you hain't ever been to England,
by that. Why, Hare-1 -- why, Joanna, they never see a holiday from year's
end to year's end; never go to the circus, nor theatre, nor nigger shows, nor
nowheres."
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"Nor church?"
"Nor church."
"But you always went to church."
Well, I was gone up again. I forgot I was the old man's servant. But next
minute I whirled in on a kind
of an explanation how a valley 
was different from a common
servant, and had to go to
church whether he wanted
to or not, and set with the
family, on account of it's
being the law. But I didn't
do it pretty good, and when I
got done I see she warn't
satisfied. She says:
"Honest injun, now,
hain't you been telling me a
lot of lies?"
"Honest injun," says I.
"None of it at all?"
"None of it at all. Not a
lie in it," says I.
"Lay your hand on this
book and say it."
I see it warn't nothing but
a dictionary, so I laid my hand on it and said it. So then she looked a little
better satisfied, and says:
"Well, then, I'll believe some of it; but I hope to gracious if I'll believe the
rest."
"What is it you won't believe, Joe?" says Mary Jane, stepping in with
Susan behind her. "It ain't right nor kind for you to talk so to him, and him
a stranger and so far from his people. How would you like to be treated so?"
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"That's always your way, Maim -- always sailing in to help somebody before
they're hurt. I hain't done nothing to him. He's told some stretchers, I
reckon; and I said I wouldn't swallow it all; and that's every bit and grain I
did say. I reckon he can stand a little thing like that, can't he?"
"I don't care whether 'twas little or whether 'twas big, he's here in our house
and a stranger, and it wasn't good of you to say it. If you was in his place, it'
would make you feel ashamed; and so you oughtn't to say a thing to another
person that will make them feel ashamed."
"Why, Maim, he said--"
"It don't make no difference what he said -- that ain't the thing. The thing
is for you to treat him kind, and not be saying things to make him remember he
ain't in his own country and amongst his own folks."
I says to myself, this is a girl that I'm letting that old reptle rob her of her
money!
Then Susan she waltzed in; and if you'll believe me, she did give Hare-lip
hark from the tomb!
Says I to myself, And this is another one that I'm letting him rob her of her
money!
Then Mary Jane she took another inning, and went in sweet and lovely again --
which was her way -- but when she got done there warn't hardly anything left o'
poor Hare-lip. So she hollered.
"All right, then," says the other girls, "you just ask his pardon."
She done it, too. And she done it beautiful. She done it so beautiful it was
good to hear; and I wished I could tell her a thousand lies, so she could do it
again.
I says to myself, this is another one that I'm letting him rob her of her
money. And when she got through, they all jest laid theirselves out to make me
feel at home and know I was amongst friends. I felt so ornery and low down
and mean, that I says to myself, My mind's made up; I'll hive that money for
them or bust.
So then I lit out -- for bed, I said, meaning some time or another. When I
got by myself, I went to thinking the thing over. I says to myself, shall I go
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to that doctor, private, and blow on these frauds? No -- that won't do. He
might tell who told him; then the king and the duke would make it warm for
me. Shall I go, private, and tell Mary Jane? No -- I dasn't do it. Her face
would give them a hint, sure; they've got the money, and they'd slide right out
and get away with it. If she was to fetch in help, I'd get mixed up in the
business, before it was done with, I judge. No, there ain't no good way but one.
I got to steal that money, somehow; and I got to steal it some way that they
won't suspicion that I done it. They've got a good thing, here; and they ain't
agoing to leave till they've played this family and this town for all they're worth,
so I'll find a chance time enough. I'll steal it, and hide it; and by-and-by, when
I'm away down the river, I'll write a letter and tell Mary Jane where it's hid.
But I better hive it to-night, if I can, because the doctor maybe hasn't let up as
much as he lets on he has; he might scare them out of here, yet.
So, thinks I, I'll go and search them rooms. Upstairs the hall was dark, but
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I found the duke's room, and started to paw around it with my hands; but I
recollected it wouldn't be much like the king to let anybody else take care of
that money but his own self; so then I went to his room and begun to paw
around there. But I see I couldn't do nothing without a candle, and I dasn't
light one, of course. So I judged I'd got to do the other thing -- lay for them,
and eavesdrop. About that time, I hears their footsteps coming, and was going
to skip under the bed; I reached for it, but it wasn't where I thought it would
be; but I touched the curtain that hid Mary Jane's frocks, so I jumped in
behind that and snuggled in amongst the gowns, and stood there perfectly
still.
They come in and shut the door; and the first thing the duke done was to
get down and look under the bed. Then I was glad I hadn't found the bed
when I wanted it. And yet, you know, it's kind of natural to hide under
the bed when you are up to anything private. They sets down, then, and the
king says:
"Well, what is it? and cut it middlin' short, because it's better for us to be
down there a whoopin'-up the mournin', than up here givin' 'em a chance to talk
us over."
"Well, this is it, Capet. I ain't easy; I ain't comfortable. That doctor
lays on my mind. I wanted to know your plans. I've got a notion, and I think
it's a sound one."
"What is it, duke?"
"That we better glide out of this, before three in the morning, and clip it
down the river with what we've got. Specially, seeing we got it so easy -- given
back to us, flung at our heads, as you may say, when of course we allowed to have
to steal it back. I'm for knocking off and lighting out."
That made me feel pretty bad. About an hour or two ago, it would a been a
little different, but now it made me feel bad and disappointed. The king rips
out and says:
"What! And not sell out the rest o' the property? March off like a pas-
sel o' fools and leave eight or nine thous'n' dollars' worth o' property layin' around
jest sufferin' to be scooped in? -- and all good salable stuff, too."
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The duke he grumbled; said the bag of gold was enough, and he didn't want
to go no deeper -- didn't want to rob a lot of orphans of everything they had.
"Why, how you talk!" says the king. "We shan't rob 'em of nothing at
all but jest this money. The people that buys the property is the suff'rers;
because as soon's it's found out 'at we didn't own it -- which won't be long after
we've slid -- the sale won't be valid, and it'll all go back to the estate. These-yer
orphans 'll git their house back agin, and that's enough for them; they're young
and spry, and k'n easy earn a livin'. They ain't agoing to suffer. Why, jest
think -- there's thous'n's and thous'n's that ain't nigh so well off. Bless you, they
ain't got noth'n to complain of."
Well, the king he talked him blind; so at last he give in, and said all right,
but said he believed it was blame foolishness to stay, and that doctor hanging
over them. But the king says:
"Cuss the doctor! What do we k'yer for him? Hain't we got all the fools
in town on our side? and ain't that a big enough majority in any town?"
So they got ready to go down stairs again. The duke says:
"I don't think we put that money in a good place."
That cheered me up. I'd begun to think I wafn't going to get a hint of no
kind to help me. The king says:
"Why?"
"Because Mary Jane 'll be in mourning from this out; and first you know
the nigger that does up the rooms will get an order to box these duds up and
put 'em away; and do you reckon a nigger can run across money and not borrow
some of it?"
"Your head's level, agin, duke," says the king; and he come a fumbling under
the curtain two or three foot from where I was. I stuck tight to the wall, and
kept mighty still, though quivery; and I wondered what them fellows would say
to me if they catched me; and I tried to think what I'd better do if they did
catch me. But the king he got the bag before I could think more than about
a half a thought, and he never suspicioned I was around. They took and
shoved the bag through a rip in the straw tick that was under the feather bed,
and crammed it in a foot or two amongst the straw and said it was all right, now,
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because a nigger only makes up the feather bed, and don't turn over the straw
tick only about twice a year,
and so it warn't in no danger 
of getting stole, now.
But I knowed better. I
had it out of there before
they was half-way down
stairs. I groped along up to
my cubby, and hid it there
till I could get a chance to
do better. I judged I better
hide it outside of the house
somewheres, because if they
missed it they would give
the house a good ransacking.
I knowed that very well.
Then I turned in, with my
clothes all on; but I couldn't
a gone to sleep, if I'd a
wanted to, I was in such a
sweat to get through with the business. By-and-by I heard the king and the
duke come up; so I rolled off of my pallet and laid with my chin at the top of
my ladder and waited to see if anything was going to happen. But nothing
did.
So I held on till all the late sounds had quit and the early ones hadn't begun,
vet; and then I slipped down the ladder.
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Chapter XVII
I crept to their doors and listened;
they was snoring, so I tip-toed along, 
and got down stairs all right. There
warn't a sound anywheres. I peeped
through a crack of the dining-room
door, and see the men that was watch-
ing the corpse all sound asleep on
their chairs. The door was open
into the parlor, where the corpse
was laying, and there was a candle
in both rooms. I passed along, and
the parlor door was open; but I see
there warn't nobody in there but the
remainders of Peter; so I shoved on
by; but the front door was locked,
and the key wasn't there. Just
then I heard somebody coming down
the stairs, back behind me. I run in the parlor, and took a swift look around,
and the only place I see to hide the bag was in the coffin. The lid was shoved
along about a foot, showing the dead man's face down in there, with a wet cloth
over it, and his shroud on. I tucked the money-bag in under the lid, just
down beyond where his hands was crossed, which made me creep, they was
so cold, and then I run back across the room and in behind the door.
The person coming was Mary Jane. She went to the coffin, very soft, and
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kneeled down and looked in; then she put up her handkerchief and I see she
begun to cry, though I couldn't hear her, and her back was to me. I slid out,
and as I passed the dining-room I thought I'd make sure them watchers
hadn't seen me; so I looked through the crack and everything was all right.
They hadn't stirred.
I slipped up to bed, feeling ruther blue, on accounts of the thing playing
out that way after I had took so much trouble and run so much resk about it.
Says I, if it could stay where it is, all right; because when we get down the
river a hundred mile or two, I could write back to Mary Jane, and she could
dig him up again and get it; but that ain't the thing that's going to happen;
the thing that's going to happen is, the money 'll be found when they come to
screw on the lid. Then the king 'll get it again, and it 'll be a long day before
he gives anybody another chance to smouch it from him. Of course I wanted
to slide down and get it out of there, but I dasn't try it. Every minute it was
getting earlier, now, and pretty soon some of them watchers would begin to stir,
and I might get catched -- catched with six thousand dollars in my hands that
nobody hadn't hired me to take care of. I don't wish to be mixed up in no such
business as that, I says to myself.
When I got down stairs in the morning, the parlor was shut up, and the
watchers was gone. There warn't nobody around but the family and the widow
Bartley and our tribe. I watched their faces to see if anything had been happen-
ing, but I couldn't tell.
Towards the middle of the day the undertaker come, with his man, and they
set the coffin in the middle of the room on a couple of chairs, and then set all
our chairs in rows, and borrowed more from the neighbors till the hall and the
parlor and the dining-room was full. I see the coffin lid was the way it was
before, but I dasn't go to look in under it, with folks around.
Then the people begun to flock in, and the beats and the girls took seats in
the front row at the head of the coffin, and for a half an hour the people filed
around slow, in single rank, and looked down at the dead man's face a minute,
and some dropped in a tear, and it was all very still and solemn, only the girls
and the beats holding handkerchiefs to their eyes and keeping their heads bent,
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and sobbing a little. There warn't no other sound but the scraping of the feet
on the floor, and blowing noses -- because people always blows them more at a
funeral than they do at other places except church.
When the place was packed full, the undertaker he slid around in his black
gloves with his softy soothering ways, putting on the
last touches, and getting people and things all ship-
shape and comfortable, and making no more sound
than a cat. He never spoke; he moved people 
around, he squeezed in late ones, he opened up
passage-ways, and done it all with nods, and signs
with his hands. Then he took his place over against
the wall. He was the softest, glidingest, stealthiest
man I ever see; and there warn't no more smile to
him than there is to a ham.
They had borrowed a melodeum -- a sick one; and
when everything was ready, a young woman set
down and worked it, and it was pretty skreeky and
colicky, and everybody joined in and sung, and
Peter was the only one that had a good thing, ac-
cording to my notion. Then the Reverend Hobson
opened up, slow and solemn, and begun to talk;
and straight off the most outrageous row busted out
in the cellar a body ever heard; it was only one dog,
but he made a most powerful racket, and he kept it
up, right along; the parson he had to stand there, over the coffin, and wait -- you
couldn't hear yourself think. It was right down awkward, and nobody didn't
seem to know what to do. But pretty soon they see that long-legged undertaker
make a sign to the preacher as much as to say, "Don't you worry -- just depend
on me." Then he stooped down and begun to glide along the wall, just his
shoulders showing over the people's heads. So he glided along, and the pow-wow
and racket getting more and more outrageous all the time; and at last, when he
had gone around two sides of the room, he disappears down cellar. Then, in
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about two seconds we heard a whack, and the dog he finished up with a most
amazing howl or two, and then everything was dead still, and the parson begun
his solemn talk where he left off. In a minute or two here comes this under-
taker's back and shoulders gliding along the wall again; and so he glided, and
glided, around three sides of the room, and then rose up, and shaded his mouth
with his hands, and stretched his neck out towards the preacher, over the people's
heads, and says, in a kind of a coarse whisper, "He had a rat!" Then he droop-
ed down and glided along
the wall again to his place. 
You could see it was a great
satisfaction to the people,
because naturally they want-
ed to know. A little thing
like that don't cost nothing,
and it's just the little things
that makes a man to be look-
ed up to and liked. There
warn't no more popular man
in town than what that
undertaker was.
"Well, the funeral sermon
was very good, but pison
long and tiresome; and then the king he shoved in and got off some of his usual
rubbage, and at last the job was through, and the undertaker begun to sneak up
on the coffin with his screw-driver. I was in a sweat then, and watched him
pretty keen. But he never meddled at all; just slid the lid along, as soft as
mush, and screwed it down tight and fast. So there I was! I didn't know
whether the money was in there, or not. So, says I, spose somebody has hogged
that bag on the sly? -- now how do I know whether to write to Mary Jane or not?
'Spose she dug him up and didn't find nothing -- what would she think of me?
Blame it, I says, I might get hunted up and jailed; I'd better lay low and keep
dark, and not write at all; the thing's awful mixed, now; trying to better it, I've
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worsened it a hundred times, and I wish to goodness I'd just let it alone, dad
fetch the whole business!
They buried him, and we come back home, and I went to watching faces
again -- I couldn't help it, and I couldn't rest easy. But nothing come of it; the
faces didn't tell me nothing.
The king he visited around, in the evening, and sweetened every body up, and
made himself ever so friendly; and he give out the idea that his congregration over
in England would be in a sweat about him, so he must hurry and settle up the
estate right away, and leave for home. He was very sorry he was so pushed,
and so was everybody; they wished he could stay longer, but they said they could
see it couldn't be done. And he said of course him and William would take the
girls home with them; and that pleased everybody too, because then the girls
would be well fixed, and amongst their own relations; and it pleased the girls,
too -- tickled them so they clean forgot they ever had a trouble in the world; and told
him to sell out as quick as he wanted to, they would be ready. Them poor things
was that glad and happy it made my heartache to see them getting fooled and lied
to so, but I didn't see no safe way for me to chip in and change the general tune.
"Well, blamed if the king didn't bill the house and the niggers and all the
property for auction straight off -- sale two days after the funeral; but anybody
could buy private beforehand if they wanted to.
So the next day after the funeral, along about noontime, the girls' joy got the
first jolt; a couple of nigger traders come along, and the king sold them the
niggers reasonable, for three-day drafts as they called it, and away they went,
the two sons up the river to Memphis, and their mother down the river to
Orleans. I thought them poor girls and them niggers would break their hearts
for grief; they cried around each other, and took on so it most made me down
sick to see it. The girls said they hadn't ever dreamed of seeing the family
separated or sold away from the town. I can't ever get it out of my memory,
the sight of them poor miserable girls and niggers hanging around each other's
necks and crying; and I reckon I couldn't a stood it all but would a had to bust
out and tell on our gang if I hadn't knowed the sale warn't no account and the
niggers would be back home in a week or two.
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The thing made a big stir in the town, too, and a good many come out flat-
footed and said it was scandalous to separate the mother and the children that
way. It injured the frauds
some; but the old fool he 
bulled right along, spite of
all the duke could say or do,
and I tell you the duke was
powerful uneasy.
Next day was auction day.
About broad-day in the morn-
ing, the king and the duke
come up in the garret and
woke me up, and I see by
their look that there was
trouble. The king says:
"Was you in my room
night before last?"
"No, your majesty" --
which was the way I always
called him when nobody but
our gang warn't around.
"Was you in there yister-
day er last night?"
"No, your majesty."
"Honor bright, now -- no lies."
"Honor bright, your majesty, I'm telling you the truth. I hain't been anear
your room since Miss Mary Jane took you and the duke and showed it to
you."
The duke says:
"Have you seen anybody else go in there?"
"No, your grace, not as I remember, I believe."
"Stop and think."
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I studied a while, and see my chance, then I says:
"Well, I see the niggers go in there several times."
Both of them give a little jump; and looked like they hadn't ever expected it,
and then like they had. Then the duke says:
"What, all of them?"
"No -- leastways not all at once. That is, I don't think I ever see them all
come out at once but just one time."
"Hello -- when was that?"
"It was the day we had the funeral. In the morning. It warn't early,
because I overslept. I was just starting down the ladder, and I see
them."
"Well, go on, go on -- what did they do? How'd they act?"
"They didn't do nothing. And they didn't act anyway, much, as fur as I see.
They tip-toed away; so I seen, easy enough, that they'd shoved in there to do
up your majesty's room, or something, sposing you was up; and found you warn't
up, and so they was hoping to slide out of the way of trouble without waking you
up, if they hadn't already waked you up."
"Great guns, this is a go!" says the king; and both of them looked pretty
sick, and tolerable silly. They stood there a thinking and scratching their heads,
a minute, and then the duke he bust into a kind of a little raspy chuckle, and
says:
"It does beat all, how neat the niggers played their hand. They let on to
be sorry they was going out of this region! and I believed they was sorry. And
so did you, and so did everybody. Don't ever tell me any more that a nigger ain't
got any histrionic talent. Why, the way they played that thing, it would fool
anybody. In my opinion there's a fortune in 'em. If I had capital and a
theatre, I wouldn't want a better lay out than that -- and here we've gone and sold
'em for a song. Yes, and ain't privileged to sing the song, yet. Say, where is
that song? -- that draft."
"In the bank for to be collected. Where would it be?"
"Well, that's all right then, thank goodness."
Says I, kind of timid-like:
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"Is something gone wrong?"
The king whirls on me and rips out:
"None o' your business! You keep your head shet, and mind y'r own
affairs -- if you got any. Long as you're in this town, don't you forgit that, you
hear?" Then he says to the duke, "We got to jest swaller it, and say noth'n:
mum's the word for us."
As they was starting down the ladder, the duke he chuckles again, and
says:
"Quick sales and small profits! It's a good business -- yes."
The king snarls around on him and says,
"I was trying to do for the best, in sellin' 'm cut so quick. If the profits has
turned out to be none, lackin' considable, and none to carry, is it my fault any
more'n it's yourn?"
"Well, they'd be in this house yet, and we wouldn't if I could a got my
advice listened to."
The king sassed back, as much as was safe for him, and then swapped around
and lit into me again. He give me down the banks for not coming and telling
him I see the niggers come out of his room acting that way -- said any fool would
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a knowed something was up. And then waltzed in and cussed himself a while;
and said it all come of him not laying late and taking his natural rest that morn-
ing, and he'd be blamed if he'd ever do it again. So they went off a jawing; and
I felt dreadful glad I'd worked it all off onto the niggers and yet hadn't done the
niggers no harm by it.
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Chapter XVIII
By-and-by it was getting-up time; so I
come down the ladder and started 
for down stairs, but as I come to the
girls' room, the door was open, and I
see Mary Jane setting by her old hair
trunk, which was open and she'd
been packing things in it -- getting
ready to go to England. But she
had stopped now, with a folded
gown in her lap, and had her face in
her hands, crying. I felt awful bad
to see it; of course anybody would.
I went in there, and says:
"Miss Mary Jane, you can't
abear to see people in trouble, and I
can't -- most always. Tell me about
it."
So she done it. And it was the
niggers -- I just expected it. She said the beautiful trip to England was most
about spoiled for her; she didn't know how she was ever going to be happy there,
knowing the mother and the children warn't ever going to see each other no
more -- and then busted out bitterer than ever, and flung up her hands, and says --
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"Oh, dear, dear, to think they ain't ever going to see each other any more!"
"But they will -- and inside of two weeks -- and I know it!" says I.
Laws it was out before I could think! -- and before I could budge, she throws
her arms around my neck, and told me to say it again, say it again, say it again!
I see I had spoke too sudden, and said too much, and was in a close place. I
asked her to let me think a minute; and she set there, very impatient
and excited, and handsome, but looking kind of happy and eased-up, like
a person that's had a tooth pulled out. So I went to studying it out.
I says to myself, I reckon a body that ups and tells the truth when he
is in a tight place, is taking considerable many resks, though I ain't had no
experience, and can't say for certain; but it looks so to me, anyway; and yet
here's a case where I'm blest if it don't look to me like the truth is better,
and actuly safer, than a lie. I must lay it by in my mind, and think it over
some time or other, it's so kind of strange and unregular. I never see nothing
like it. Well, I says to myself at last, I'm agoing to chance it; I'll up and tell
the truth this time, though it does seem most like setting down on a kag of
powder and touching it off just to see where you'll go to. Then I says:
"Miss Mary Jane, is there any place out of town a little ways, where you
could go and stay three or four days?"
"Yes -- Mr. Lothrop's. Why?"
"Never mind why, yet. If I'll tell you how I know the niggers will see each
other again -- inside of two weeks -- here in this house -- and prove how I know it
-- will you go to Mr. Lothrop's and stay four days?"
"Four days!" she says; "I'll stay a year!"
"All right," I says, "I don't want nothing more out of you than just your
word -- I druther have it than another man's kiss-the-Bible." She smiled, and
reddened up very sweet, and I says, "If you don't mind it, I'll shut the door --
and bolt it."
Then I come back and set down again, and says:
"Don't you holler. Just set still, and take it like a man. I got to tell the
truth, and you want to brace up, Miss Mary, because it's a bad kind, and going to
be hard to take, but there ain't no help for it. These uncles of yourn ain't no
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uncles at all -- they're a couples of frauds -- regular dead-beats. There, now we're
over the worst of it -- you can stand the rest middling easy."
It jolted her up like everything, of course; but I was over the shoal water
now, so I went right along, her eyes a blazing higher and higher all the time,
and told her every blame thing, from where we first struck that young fool going
up to the steamboat, clear through to where she flung herself onto'the king's
breast at the front door and he kissed her sixteen or seventeen times and then
up she jumps, with her face afire like sunset, and says:
"The brute! Come -- don't waste a minute --
not a second -- we'll have them tarred and 
feathered, and flung in the river!"
Says I:
"Cert'nly. But do you mean, before you go
to Mr. Lothrop's, or--"
"Oh," she says, "what am I thinking about!"
she says, and set right down again. "Don't mind
what I said -- please don't -- you won't, now, will
you?" Laying her silky hand on mind in that
kind of a way that I said I would die first. "I
never thought, I was so stirred up," she says;
"now go on, and I won't do so any more. You tell
me what to do, and whatever you say, I'll do it."
"Well," I says, "it's a rough gang, them two
frauds, and I'm fixed so I got to travel with them
a while longer, whether I want to or not -- I
druther not tell you why -- and if you was to blow
on them this town would get me out of their claws, and I'd be all right, but
there'd be another person that you don't know about who'd be in big trouble. Well,
we got to save him, hain't we? Of course. Well, then, we won't blow on them."
Saying them words put a good idea in my head. I see how maybe I could
get me and Jim rid of the frauds; get them jailed here, and then leave. But
I didn't want to run the raft in day-time, without anybody aboard to answer
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questions but me; so I didn't want the plan to begin working till pretty late
to-night. I says:
"Miss Mary Jane, I'll tell you what we'll do -- and you won't have to stay
at Mr. Lothrop's so long, nuther. How fur is it?"
"A little short of four miles -- right out in the country, back here."
"Well, that'll answer. Now you go along out there, and lay low till nine or
half-past, to-night, and then get them to fetch you home again -- tell them you've
thought of something. If you get here before eleven, put a candle in this window,
and if I don't turn up, wait till eleven, and then if I don't turn up it means I'm
gone, and out of the way, and safe. Then you come out and spread the news
around, and get these beats jailed."
"Good," she says, "I'll do it."
"And if it just happens so that I don't get away, but get took up along with
them, you must up and say I told you the whole thing beforehand, and you must
stand by me all you can."
"Stand by you, indeed I will. They sha'n't touch a hair of your head!" she
says, and I see her nostrils spread and her eyes snap when she said it, too.
"If I get away, I sha'n't be here," I says, "to prove these rapscallions ain't
your uncles, and I couldn't do it if I
was here. I could swear they was beats 
and bummers, that's all; though that's
worth something. Well, there's others
can do that better than what I can --
and they're people that ain't going to be
doubted as quick as I'd be. I'll tell you
how to find them. Gimme a pencil and
a piece of paper. There -- 'Royal None-
such, Bricksville.' Put it away, and
don't lose it. When the court wants to
find out something about these two, let
them send up to Bricksville and say
they've got the men that played the Royal Nonesuch, and ask for some witnesses
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-- why, you'll have that entire town down here before you can hardly wink, Miss
Mary. And they'll come a-biling, too."
I judged we had got everything fixed about right, now. So I says:
"Just let the auction go right along, and don't worry. Nobody don't have
to pay for the things they buy till a whole day after the auction, on accounts of
the short notice, and they ain't going out of this till they get that money and
the way we've fixed it the sale ain't going to count, and they ain't going to get no
money. It's just like the way it was with the niggers -- it warn't no sale, and the
niggers will be back before long. Why, they can't collect the money for the
niggers, yet -- they're in the worst kind of a fix, Miss Mary."
"Well," she says, "I'll run down to breakfast now, and then I'll start
straight for Mr. Lothrop's."
"'Deed, that ain't the ticket, Miss Mary Jane," I says, "by no manner of
means; go before breakfast."
"Why?"
"What did you reckon I wanted you to go at all for, Miss Mary?"
"Well, I never thought -- and come to think, I don't know. What was it?"
"Why, it's because you ain't one of these leather-face people. I don't want
no better book that what your face is. A body can set down and read it off like
coarse print. Do you reckon you can go and face your uncles, when they come
to kiss you good-morning, and never --
"There, there, don't! Yes, I'll go before breakfast -- I'll be glad to. And
leave my sisters with them?"
"Yes -- never mind about them. They've got to stand it yet a while. They
might suspicion something if all of you was to go. I don't want you to see them,
nor your sisters, nor nobody in this town -- if a neighbor was to ask how is your
uncles this morning, your face would tell something. No, you go right along, Miss
Mary Jane, and I'll fix it with all of them. I'll tell Miss Susan to give your love
to your uncles and say you've went away for a few hours for to get a little rest and
change, or to see a friend, and you'll be back to-night or early in the morning."
"Gone to see a friend is all right, but I won't have my love given to them."
"Well, then, it sha'n't be." It was well enough to tell her so -- no harm in it.
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It was only a little thing to do, and no trouble; and it's the little things that
smoothes people's roads the most, down here below; it would make Mary Jane
comfortable, and it wouldn't cost nothing. Then I says: "There's one more
thing -- that bag of money."
"Well, they've got that; and it makes me feel pretty silly to think how they
got it."
"No, you're out, there. They hain't got it."
"Why, who's got it?"
"I wish I knowed, but I don't. I had it, because I stole it from them: and
I stole it to give to you; and I know where I hid it, but I'm afraid it ain't
there no more. I'm awful sorry, Miss Mary Jane, I'm just as sorry as I can be;
but I done the best I could; I did, honest. I come nigh getting caught, and I
had to shove it into the first place I come to, and run -- and it warn't a good
place."
"Oh, stop blaming yourself -- it's too bad to do it, and I won't allow it -- you
couldn't help it; it wasn't you fault. Where did you hide it?"
I didn't want to set her to thinking about her troubles again; and I couldn't
seem to get my mouth to tell her what would make her see that corpse laying in
the coffin with that bag of money on his stomach. So for a minute I didn't say
nothing -- then I says:
"I'd ruther not tell you where I put it, Miss Mary Jane, if you don't mind
letting me off; but I'll write it for you on a piece of paper, and you can read it
along the road to Mr. Lothrop's, if you want to. Do you reckon that'll do?"
"Oh, yes!"
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So I wrote: "I put it in the coffin. It was in there when you was crying
there, away in the night. I was behind the door, and I was mighty sorry for
you, Miss Mary Jane."
It made my eyes water a little, to remember her crying there all by herself
in the night, and them devils laying there right under her own roof, shaming
her and robbing her; and when I folded it up and give it to her, I see the water
come into her eyes, too; and she shook me by the hand, hard, and says:
"Good-bye -- I'm going to do everything just as you've told me; and if I
don't ever see you again, I sha'n't ever forget you, and I'll think of you a many
and a many a time, and I'M pray for you, too!" -- and she was gone.
Pray for me! I reckoned if she knowed me she'd take a job that was more
nearer her size. But I bet she done it, just the same -- she was just that kind.
She had the grit to pray for Judus if she took the notion -- there warn't no back-
down to her, I judge. You may say what you want to, but in my opinion she
had more sand in her than any girl I ever see; in my opinion she was just full of
sand. It sounds like flattery, but it ain't no flattery. And when it comes to
beauty -- and goodness too -- she lays over them all. I hain't ever seen her since
that time that I see her go out of that door; no, I hain't ever seen her since,
but I reckon I've thought of her a many and a many a million times, and of her
saying she would pray for me; and if ever I'd a thought it would do any good
for me to pray for her, blamed if I wouldn't a done it or bust.
Well, Mary Jane she lit out the back way, I reckon; because nobody see
her go. When I struck Susan and the hare-lip, I says:
"What's the name of them people over on t'other side of the river that you,
all goes to see sometimes?"
They says:
"There's several; but it's the Proctors, mainly."
"That's the name," I says; "I most forgot it. Well, Miss Mary Jane she
told me to tell you she's gone over there in a dreadful hurry -- one of them's
sick."
"Which one?"
"--I don't know; leastways I kinder forget; but I think it's--"
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"Sakes alive, I hope it ain't Banner 9"
"I'm sorry to say it," I says, "but Banner's the very one."
"My goodness -- and she so well only last week! Is she took bad?"
"It ain't no name for it. They set up with her all night, Miss Mary Jane
said, and they don't think she'll last many hours."
"Only think of that, now! What's the matter with her!"
I couldn't think of anything reasonable, right off that way, so I says:
"Mumps."
"Mumps your granny! They don't set up
with people that's got the mumps."
"They don't, don't they? You better
bet they do with these mumps. These mumps 
is different. It's a new kind, Miss Mary Jane
said."
"How's it a new kind?"
"Because it's mixed up with other things."
"What other things?"
"Well, measles, and whooping-cough, and
erysiplas, and consumption, and yaller janders,
and brain fever, and I don't know what all."
"My land! And they call it the mumps?"
"That's what Miss Mary Jane said."
"Well, what in the nation do they call it the
mumps for?"
"Why, because it is the mumps. That's
what it starts with."
"Well, ther' ain't no sense in it. A body might stump his toe, and take pison,
and fall down the well, and break his neck, and bust his brains out, and some-
body come along and ask what killed him, and some numskull up and say, 'Why,
he stumped his toe.' Would ther' be any sense in that? No. And there ain't
no sense in this, nuther. Is it ketching?"
"Is it ketching? Why, how you talk. Is a harrow catching? -- in the dark?
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If you don't hitch onto one tooth, you're bound to on another, ain't you? And
you can't get away with that tooth without fetching the whole harrow along,
can you? Well, these kind of mumps is a kind of a harrow, as you may say --
and it ain't no slouch of a harrow, nuther, you come to get it hitched on
good."
"Well, it's awful, I think," says the hare-lip. "I'll go to Uncle Harvey
and--"
"Oh, yes," I says, "I would. Of course I would. I wouldn't lose no time."
"Well, why wouldn't you?"
"Just look at it a minute, and maybe you can see. Hain't your uncles
obleeged to get along home to England as fast as they can? And do you reckon
they'd be mean enough to go off and leave you to go all that journey by your-
selves? You know they'll wait for you. So fur, so good. Your uncle Harvey's a
preacher, ain't he? Very well, then; is a preacher going to deceive a steamboat
clerk? is he going to deceive a ship clerk? -- so as to get them to let Miss Mary
Jane go aboard? Now you know he ain't. What will he do, then? Why, he'll
say, (It's a great pity, but my church matters has got to get along the best way they
can; for my niece has been exposed to the dreadful pluribus-unum mumps, and
so it's my bounden duty to set down here and wait the three months it takes to
show on her if she's got it.' But never mind, if you think it's best to tell your
uncle Harvey--"
"Shucks, and stay fooling around here when we could all be having good
times in England whilst we was waiting to find out whether Mary Jane's got it or
not? Why, you talk like a muggins."
"Well, anyway, maybe you better tell some of the neighbors."
"Listen at that, now. You do beat all, for natural stupidness. Can't you
see that they'd go and tell? Ther' ain't no way but just to not tell anybody at all--"
"Well, maybe you're right -- yes, I judge you are right."
"But I reckon we ought to tell Uncle Harvey she's gone out a while, anyway,
so he wont be uneasy about her?"
"Yes, Miss Mary Jane she wanted you to do that. She says, 'Tell them to
give Uncle Harvey and William my love and a kiss, and say I've run over the river
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to see Mr. -- Mr. -- what is the name of that rich family your uncle Peter used
to think so much of? -- I mean the one that--"
"Why, you must mean the Apthorps, ain't it?"
"Of course; bother them
kind of names, a body can't 
ever seem to remember them,
half the time, somehow.
Yes, she said, say she has run
over for to ask the Apthorps
to be sure and come to the
auction and buy this house,
because she allowed her un-
cle Peter would ruther they
had it than anybody else;
and she's going to stick to
them till they say they'll
come, and then, if she ain't
too tired, she's coming
home; and if she is, she'll
be home in the morning any-
way. She said, don't say
nothing about the Proctors,
but only about the Apthorps
-- which'll be perfectly true,
because she is going there to speak about their buying the house; I know it,
because she told me so, herself."
"All right," they said, and cleared out to lay for their uncles, and give them
the love and the kisses, and tell them the message.
Everything was all right now. The girls wouldn't say nothing because they
wanted to go to England; and the king and the duke would ruther Mary Jane
was off working for the auction than around in reach of Doctor Robinson. I felt
very good; I judged I had done it pretty neat -- I reckoned Tom Sawyer couldn't
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a done it no neater himself. Of course he would a throwed more style into it,
but I can't do that very handy, not being brung up to it.
Well, they held the auction in the public square, along towards the end of the
afternoon, and it strung along, and strung along, and the old man he was on
hand and looking his level pisonest, up there longside of the auctioneer, and
chipping in a little Scripture, now and then, or a little goody-goody saying, of
some kind, and the duke he was around goo-gooing for sympathy all he knowed
how, and just spreading himself generly.
But by-and-by the thing dragged through, and everything was sold. Every-
thing but a little old trifling lot in the graveyard. So they'd got to work that
off -- I never see such a girafft as the king was for wanting to swallow everything.
Well, whilst they was at it, a steamboat landed, and in about two minutes up
comes a crowd a whooping and yelling and laughing and carrying on, and singing
out:
"Here's your opposition line! here's your two sets o' heirs to old Peter Wilks
-- and you pays your money and you takes your choice!"
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Chapter XXIX
They was fetching a very nice looking
old gentleman along, and a nice 
looking younger one, with his right
arm in a sling. And my souls, how
the people yelled, and laughed, and
kept it up. But I didn't see no joke
about it, and I judged it would strain
the duke and the king some to see
any. I reckoned they'd turn pale.
But no, nary a pale did they turn.
The duke he never let on he suspicioned
what was up, but just went a goo-goo-
ing around, happy and satisfied, like a
jug that's googling out buttermilk; and
as for the king, he just gazed and
gazed down sorrowful on them new-
comers like it give him the stomach-ache
in his very heart to think there could be such frauds and rascals in the
world. Oh, he done it admirable. Lots of the principal people gethered around
the king, to let him see they was on his side. That old gentleman that had
just come looked all puzzled to death. Pretty soon he begun to speak, and
I see, straight off, he pronounced like an Englishman, not the king's way,
though the king's was pretty good, for an imitation. I can't give the old gent's
words, nor I can't imitate him; but he turned around to the crowd, and says,
about like this:
"This is a surprise to me which I wasn't looking for; and I'll acknowledge,
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candid and frank, I ain't very well fixed to meet it and answer it; for my brother
and me has had misfortunes, he's broke his arm, and our baggage got put off at a
town above here, last night in the night by a mistake. I am Peter Wilks's
brother Harvey, and this is his brother William, which can't hear nor speak and
can't even make signs to amount to much, now 't he's only got one hand to work
them with. We are who we say we are; and in a day or two, when I get the
baggage, I can prove it. But, up till then, I won't say nothing more, but go to
the hotel and wait."
So him and the new dummy started off; and the king he laughs, and blethers
out:
"Broke his arm -- very likely ain't it? -- and very convenient, too, for a fraud
that's got to make signs, and hain't learnt how. Lost their baggage! That's
mighty good! -- and mighty ingenious -- under the circumstances!"
So he laughed again; and so did everybody else, except three or four, or
maybe half a dozen. One of these was that doctor; another one was a sharp
looking gentleman, with a carpet-bag of the old-fashioned kind made out of car-
pet-stuff, that had just come off of the steamboat and was talking to him in a low
voice, and glancing towards the king now and then and nodding their heads -- it
was Levi Bell, the lawyer that was gone up to Louisville; and another one was a
big rough husky that come along and listened to all the old gentleman said, and
was listening to the king now. And when the king got done, this husky up
and says:
"Say, looky here; if you are Harvey Wilks, when'd you come to this town?"
"The day before the funeral, friend," says the king.
"But what time o' day?"
"In the evenin' -- 'bout an hour er two before sundown."
"How'd you come?"
"I come down on the Susan Powell, from Cincinnati."
"Well, then, how'd you come to be up at the Pint in the mornin' -- in a
canoe?"
"I warn't up at the Pint in the mornin'."
"It's a lie."
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Several of them jumped for him and begged him not to talk that way to
an old man and a preacher.
"Preacher be hanged, he's a fraud and a liar. He was up at the Pint
that mornin'. I live up there, don't I? Well, I was up there, and he was up
there. I see him there. He
come in a canoe, along with Tim 
Collins and a boy."
The doctor he up and says:
"Would you know the boy
again if you was to see him,
Hines?"
"I reckon I would, but I
don't know. Why, yonder he
is, now. I know him perfectly
easy."
It was me he pointed at.
The doctor says:
"Neighbors, I don't know
whether the new couple is frauds
or not; but if these two ain't
frauds, I am an idiot, that's all.
I think it's our duty to see that
they don't get away from here
till we've looked into this thing.
Come along, Hines; come along, the rest of you. We'll take these fellows to the
tavern and affront them with t'other couple, and I reckon we'll find out some-
thing before we get through."
It was nuts for the crowd, though maybe not for the king's friends; so we all
started. It was about sundown. The doctor he led me along by the hand, and
was plenty kind enough, but he never let go my hand.
We all got in a big room in the hotel, and lit up some candles, and fetched in
the new couple. First, the doctor says:
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"I don't wish to be too hard on these two men, but I think they're frauds,
and they may have complices that we don't know nothing about. If they have,
won't the complices get away with that bag of gold Peter Wilks left? It ain't
unlikely. If these men ain't frauds, they won't object to sending for that money
and letting us keep it till they prove they're all right -- ain't that so?"
Everybody agreed to that. So I judged they had our gang in a pretty tight
place, right at the outstart. But the king he only looked sorrowful, and says:
"Gentlemen, I wish the money was there, for I ain't got no disposition to
throw anything in the way of a fair, open, out-and-out investigation o' this
misable business; but alas, the money ain't there; you k'n send and see, if you
want to."
"Where is it, then?"
"Well, when my niece give it to me to keep for her, I took and hid it inside
o' the straw tick o' my bed, not wishin' to bank it for the few days we'd be here,
and considerin' the bed a safe place, we not bein' used to niggers, and suppos'n'
'em honest, like servants in England. The niggers stole it the very next mornin'
after I had went down stairs; and when I sold 'em, I hadn't missed the money
yit, so they got clean away with it. My servant here k'n tell you 'bout it gentle-
men."
The doctor and several said "Shucks!" and I see nobody didn't altogether be-
lieve him. One man asked me if I see the niggers steal it. I said no, but I see
them sneaking out of the room and hustling away, and I never thought nothing,
only I reckoned they was afraid they had waked up my master and was trying to
get away before he made trouble with them. That was all they asked me. Then
the doctor whirls on me and says:
"Are you English too?"
I says yes; and him and some others laughed, and said, "Stuff!"
Well, then they sailed in on the general investigation, and there we had it, up
and down, hour in, hour out, and nobody never said a word about supper, nor
ever seemed to think about it -- and so they kept it up, and kept it up; and it
was the worst mixed-up thing you ever see. They made the king tell his yam,
and they made the old gentleman tell his'n; and anybody but a lot of prejudiced
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chuckleheads would a seen that the old gentleman was spinning truth and t'other
one lies. And by-and-by they had me up to tell what I knowed. The king he
give me a left-handed look out of the corner of his eye, and so I knowed enough
to talk on the right side. I begun to tell about Sheffield, and how we lived there,
and all about the English Wilkses, and so on; but I didn't get pretty fur till the
doctor begun to laugh; and Levi Bell, the lawyer, says:
"Set down, my boy, I wouldn't strain myself, if I was you. I reckon you
ain't used to lying, it don't seem to come handy; what you want is practice.
You do it pretty awkward."
I didn't care nothing for the compliment, but I was glad to be let off,
anyway.
The doctor he started to say something, and turns and says:
"If you'd been in town at first, Levi Bell--"
The king broke in and reached out his hand, and says:
"Why, is this my poor dead brother's old friend that he's wrote so often about?"
The lawyer and him shook hands, and the lawyer smiled and looked pleased,
and they talked right along a while, and then got to one side and talked low;
and at last the lawyer speaks up and says:
"That'll fix it. I'll take the order and send it, along with your brother's,
and then they'll know it's all right."
So they got some paper and a pen, and the king he set down and twisted his
head to one side, and chawed his tongue, and scrawled off something; and then
they give the pen to the duke -- and then for the first time, the duke looked sick.
But he took the pen and wrote. So then the lawyer turns to the new old gentle-
man and says:
"You and your brother please write a line or two and sign your names."
The old gentleman wrote, but nobody couldn't read it. The lawyer looked
powerful astonished, and says:
"Well, it beats me" -- and snaked a lot of old letters out of his pocket, and
examined them, and then examined the old man's writing, and then them again;
and then says: "These old letters is from Harvey Wilks; and here's these two's
handwritings, and anybody can see they didn't write them" (the king and the
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duke looked sold and foolish, I tell you, to see how the lawyer had took them in),
"and here's this old gentleman's handwriting, and anybody can tell, easy enough,
he didn't write them -- fact is, the scratches he makes ain't properly writing,
at all. Now here's some letters
from--"
The new old gentleman says:
"If you please, let me explain.
Nobody can read my hand but my 
brother there -- so he copies for me.
It's his hand you've got there,
not mine."
"Well!" says the lawyer, "this
is a state of things. I've got some
of William's letters too; so if you'll
get him to write a line or so we
can com--"
"He can't write with his left hand," says the old gentleman. "If he could
use his right hand, you would see that he wrote his own letters and mine too.
Look at both, please -- they're by the same hand."
The lawyer done it, and says:
"I believe it's so -- and if it ain't so, there's a heap stronger resemblance than
I'd noticed before, anyway. Well, well, well! I thought we was right on the track
of a slution, but it's gone to grass, partly. But anyway, one thing is proved --
these two ain't either of 'em Wilkses" -- and he wagged his head towards the king
and the duke.
Well, what do you think? -- that muleheaded old fool wouldn't give in then!
Indeed he wouldn't. Said it warn't no fair test. Said his brother William was
the cussedest joker in the world, and hadn't tried to write -- he gee William was
going to play one of his jokes the minute he put the pen to paper. And so he
warmed up and went warbling and warbling right along, till he was actuly be-
ginning to believe what he was saying, himself -- but pretty soon the new old
gentleman broke in, and says:
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"I've thought of something. Is there anybody here that helped to lay out
my br____ -- helped to lay out the late Peter Wilks for burying?"
"Yes," says somebody, "me and Ab Turner done it. We're both here."
Then the old man turns towards the king, and says:
"Peraps this gentleman can tell me what was tatooed on his breast?"
Blamed if the king didn't have to brace up mighty quick, or he'd a
squshed down like a bluff bank that the river has cut under, it took him so sud-
den -- and mind you, it was a thing that was calculated to make most anybody
sqush to get fetched such a solid one as that without any notice -- because how was
he going to know what was tatooed on the man? He whitened a little; he couldn't
help it; and it was mighty still in there, and everybody bending a little forwards
and gazing at him. Says I to myself, Now he'll throw up the sponge -- there ain't
no more use. Well, did he? A body can't hardly believe it, but he didn't. I
reckon he thought he'd keep the thing up till he tired them people out, so they'd
thin out, and him and the duke could break loose and get away. Anyway, he set
there, and pretty soon he begun to smile, and says:
"Mf! It's a very tough question, ain't it! Yes, sir, I k'n tell you what's
tatooed on his breast. It's jest a small, thin, blue arrow -- that's what it is; and
if you don't look clost, you can't see it. Now what do you say -- hey?"
Well, I never see anything like that old blister for clean out-and-out cheek.
The new old gentleman turns brisk towards Ab Turner and his pard, and his
eye lights up like he judged he'd got the king this time, and says:
"There -- you've heard what he said! Was there any such mark on Peter
Wilks's breast?"
Both of them spoke up and says:
"We didn't see no such mark."
"Good!" says the old gentleman. "Now, what you did see on his
breast was a small dim P, and a B (which is an initial he dropped when he was
young), and a W, with dashes between them, so: P -- B -- W" -- and he marked
them that way on a piece of paper. "Come -- ain't that what you saw?"
Both of them spoke up again, and says:
"No, we didn't. We never seen any marks at all."
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Well, everybody was in a state of mind, now; and they sings out:
"The whole bilin' of 'm 's frauds! Le's duck 'em! le's drown 'em! le's
ride 'em on a rail!" and everybody was whooping at once, and there was a rat-
tling pow-wow. But the lawyer he jumps on the table and yells, and says:
"Gentlemen -- gentlemen! Hear
me just a word -- just a single word -- 
if you PLEASE! There's one way yet
-- let's go and dig up the corpse and
look."
That took them.
"Hooray!" they all shouted, and
was starting right off; but the lawyer
and the doctor sung out:
"Hold on, hold on! Collar all
these four men and the boy, and
fetch them along, too!"
"We'll do it!" they all shouted:
"and if we don't find them marks
we'll lynch the whole gang!"
I was scared, now, I tell you.
But there warn't no getting away,
you know. They gripped us all, and
marched us right along, straight for
the graveyard, which was a mile and a half down the river, and the whole town
at our heels, for we made noise enough, and it was only nine in the evening.
As we went by our house I wished I hadn't sent Mary Jane out of town; be-
cause now if I could tip her the wink, she'd light out and save me, and blow on
our dead-beats.
Well, we swarmed along down the river road, just carrying on like wild-cats;
and to make it more scary, the sky was darking up, and the lightning beginning
to wink and flitter, and the wind to shiver amongst the leaves. This was the
most awful trouble and most dangersome I ever was in; and I was kinder stunned;
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everything was going so different from what I had allowed for; stead of being
fixed so I could take my own time, if I wanted to, and see all the fun, and have
Mary Jane at my back to save me and set me free when the close-fit come, here
was nothing in the world betwixt me and sudden death but just them tatoo-
marks. If they didn't find them --
I couldn't bear to think about it; and yet, somehow, I couldn't think about
nothing else. It got darker and darker, and it was a beautiful time to give the
crowd the slip; but that big husky had me by the wrist -- Hines -- and a body
might as well try to give Goliar the slip.' He dragged me right along, he was so
excited; and I had to run to keep up.
When they got there they swarmed into the graveyard and washed over it like
an overflow. And when they got to the grave, they found they had about a
hundred times as many shovels as they wanted, bub nobody hadn't thought to
fetch a lantern. But they sailed into digging, anyway, by the flicker of the
lightning, and sent a man to the nearest house a half a mile off, to borrow one.
So they dug and dug, like everything; and it got awful dark, and the rain
started, and the wind swished and swushed along, and the lightning come brisker
and brisker, and the thunder boomed; but them people never took no notice of
it, they was so full of this business; and one minute you could see everything and
every face in that big crowd, and the shovelfuls of dirt sailing up out of the grave,
and the next second the dark wiped it all out, and you couldn't see nothing at all.
At last they got out the coffin, and begun to unscrew the lid, and then
such another crowding, and shouldering, and shoving as there was, to scrouge
in and get a sight, you never see; and in the dark, that way, it was awful.
Hines he hurt my wrist dreadful, pulling and tugging so, and I reckon he clean
forgot I was in the world, he was so excited and panting.
All of a sudden the lightning let go a perfect sluice of white glare, and some-
body sings out:
"By the living jingo, here's the bag of gold on his breast!"
Hines let out a whoop, like everybody else, and dropped my wrist and give a
big surge to bust his way in and get a look, and the way I lit out and shinned
for the road in the dark, there ain't nobody can tell.
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I had the road all to myself, and I fairly flew -- leastways I had it all to myself
except the solid dark, and the now-and-then glares, and the buzzing of the rain,
and the thrashing of the wind, and the splitting of the thunder; and sure as you
are born I did clip it along!
When I struck the town, I see there warn't nobody out in the storm, so I
never hunted for no back streets, but humped it straight through the main one;
and when I begun to get towards our house I aimed my eye and set it. No light
there; the house all dark -- which made me feel sorry and disappointed, I didn't
know why. But at last, just as I was sailing by, flash comes the light in Mary
Jane's window! and my heart swelled up sudden, like to bust; and the same
second the house and all was behind me in the dark, and wasn't ever going to be
before me no more in this world. She was the best girl I ever see, and had the
most sand.
The minute I was far enough above the town to see I could make the tow-
head, I begun to look sharp for a boat to borrow; and the first time the lightning
showed me one that wasn't chained, I snatched it and shoved. It was a canoe,
and warn't fastened with nothing but a rope. The towhead was a rattling big
distance off, away out there in the middle of the river, but I didn't lose no time;
and when I struck the raft at last, I was so fagged I would a just laid down
to blow and gasp if I could afforded it. But I didn't. As I sprung aboard
I sung out:
"Out with you Jim, and set her loose! Glory be to goodness, we're shut
of them!"
Jim lit out, and was a coming for me with both arms spread, he was so
full of joy; but when I glimpsed him in the lightning, my heart shot up in my
mouth, and I went overboard backwards; for I forgot he was old King Lear
and a drownded A-rab all in one, and it most scared the livers and lights out
of me. But Jim fished me out, and was going to hug me and bless me, and
so on, he was so glad I was back and we was shut of the king and the duke,
but I says:
"Not now -- have it for breakfast, have it for breakfast! Cut loose and let
her slide!"
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So, in two seconds, away we went, a sliding down the river, and it did seem
so good to be free again and
all by ourselves on the big 
river and nobody to bother
us. I had to skip around a
bit, and jump up and crack
my heels a few times, I couldn't
help it; but about the third
crack, I noticed a sound that I
knowed mighty well -- and held
my breath and listened and
waited -- and sure enough, when
the next flash busted out over
the water, here they come! --
and just a laying to their oars
and making their skiff hum I.
It was the king and the duke.
So I wilted right down onto
the planks, then, and give up;
and it was all I could do to
keep from crying.
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Chapter XXX
When they got aboard, the king went for
me, and shook me by the collar, and says:
"Tryin' to give us the slip, was
ye, you pup! Tired of our company 
-- hey?"
I says:
"No, your majesty, we warn't --
please don't, your majesty!"
"Quick, then, and tell us what
was your idea, or I'll shake the insides
out o' you!"
"Honest, I'll tell you everything,
just as it happened, your majesty.
The man that had aholt of me was
very good to me, and kept saying he
had a boy about as big as me that
died last year, and he was sorry to see
a boy in such a dangerous fix; and
when they was all took by surprise by finding the gold, and made a rush for the
coffin, he lets go of me and whispers, Heel it, now, or they'll hang ye, sure!' and
I lit out. It didn't seem no good for me 'to stay -- I couldn't do nothing, and I
didn't want to be hung if I could get away. So I never stopped running till I
found the canoe; and when I got here I told Jim to hurry, or they'd catch me
and hang me yet, and said I was afeard you and the duke wasn't alive, now, and
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I was awful sorry, and so was Jim, and was awful glad when we see you coming,
you may ask Jim if I didn't."
Jim said it was so; and the king told him to shut up, and said, "Oh, yes,
it's mighty likely!" and shook me up again, and said he reckoned he'd drownd
me. But the duke says:
"Leggo the boy, you old idiot! Would you a done any different? Did you
inquire around for him, when you got loose? I don't remember it."
So the king let go of me, and begun to cuss that town and everybody in it.
But the duke says:
"You better a blame sight give yourself a, good cussing, for you're the one
that's entitled to it most. You hain't done a thing, from the start, that had
any sense in it, except coming out so cool and cheeky with that imaginary blue-
arrow mark. That was bright -- it was right down bully; and it was the thing
that saved us. For if it hadn't been for that, they'd a jailed us till them English-
men's baggage come -- and then -- the penitentiary, you bet! But that trick took
'em to the graveyard, and the gold done us a still bigger kindness; for if the
excited fools hadn't let go all holts and made that rush to get a look, we'd a slept in
our cravats to-night -- cravats warranted to wear, too -- longer than we need 'em."
They was still a minute -- thinking -- then the king says, kind of absent-
minded like:
"Mf! And we reckoned the niggers stole it!"
That made me squirm!
"Yes," says the duke, kinder slow, and deliberate, and sarcastic, "We did."
After about a half a minute, the king drawls out:
"Leastways -- I did."
The duke says, the same way:
"On the contrary -- I did."
The king kind of ruffles up, and says:
"Looky here, Bilgewater, what'r you referrin' to?"
The duke says, pretty brisk:
"When it comes to that, maybe you'll let me ask, what was you refer-
ring to?"
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"Shucks!" says the king, very sarcastic; "but I don't know -- maybe you
was asleep, and didn't know what you was about."
The duke bristles right up, now, and says:
"Oh, let up on this cussed nonsense -- do you take me for a blame' fool?
Don't you reckon I know who hid that money in that coffin?"
"Yes, sir! I know you do know -- because you done it yourself!"
"It's a lie!" -- and the duke went for him. The king sings out:
"Take y'r hands off! -- leggo my throat! -- I take it all back!"
The duke says:
"Well, you just own up, first, that you did hide that money there, intending
to give me the slip one of these days, and come back and dig it up, and have it
all to yourself."
"Wait jest a minute, duke -- answer me this one question, honest and fair;
if you didn't put the money there, say it, and I'll b'lieve you, and take back
everything I said."
"You old scoundrel, I didn't, and you know I didn't. There, now!"
"Well, then, I b'lieve you. But answer me only jest this one more -- now
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don't git mad; didn't you have it in your mind to hook the money and
hide it?"
The duke never said nothing for a little bit; then he says:
"Well -- I don't care if I did, I didn't do it, anyway. But you not only had
it in mind to do it, but you done it."
"I wisht I may never die if I done it, duke, and that's honest. I won't say I
warn't goin' to do it, because I was; but you -- I mean somebody -- got in ahead
o' me."
"It's a lie! You done it, and you got to say you done it, or--"
The king begun to gurgle, and then he gasps out:
"'Nough! -- I own up!"
I was very glad to hear him say that, it made me feel much more easier than
what I was feeling before. So the duke took his hands off, and says:
"If you ever deny it again, I'll drown you. It's well for you to set there and
blubber like a baby -- it's fitten for you, after the way you've acted. I never see
such an old ostrich for wanting to gobble everything -- and I a trusting you all the
time, like you was my own father. You ought to been ashamed of yourself to
stand by and hear it saddled onto a lot of poor niggers and you never say a word
for 'em. It makes me feel ridiculous to think I was soft enough to believe that
rubbage. Cuss you, I can see, now, why you was so anxious to make up the
deffesit -- you wanted to get what money I'd got out of the Nonesuch and one
thing or another, and scoop it all!"
The king says, timid, and still a snuffling:
"Why, duke, it was you that said make up the deffersit, it warn't
me."
"Dry up! I don't want to hear no more out of you!" says the duke. "And
now you see what you got by it. They've got all their own money back, and all
of ourn but a shekel or two, besides. G-'long to bed -- and don't you deffersit me
no more deffersits, long 's you live!"
So the king sneaked into the wigwam, and took to his bottle for comfort; and
before long the duke tackled Us bottle; and so in about a half an hour they was
as thick as thieves again, and the tighter they got, the lovinger they got; and
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went off a snoring in each other's arms. They both got powerful mellow, but I
noticed the king didn't get mellow enough to forget to remember to not deny
about hiding the money-bag again. That made me feel easy and satisfied. Of
course when they got to snoring, we had a long gabble, and I told Jim every-
thing.
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Chapter XXXI
We dasn't stop again at any town, for
days and days; kept right along 
down the river. We was down south
in the warm weather, now, and a
mighty long ways from home. We
begun to come to trees with Spanish
moss on them, hanging down from
the limbs like long gray beards. It
was the first I ever see it growing,
and it made the woods look solemn
and dismal. So now the frauds
reckoned they was out of danger,
and they begun to work the villages
again.
First they done a lecture on
temperance; but they didn't make
enough for them both to get
drunk on. Then in another village
they started a dancing school; but they didn't know no more how to dance than
a kangaroo does; so the first prance they made, the general public jumped in
and pranced them out of town. Another time they tried a go at yellocution;
but they didn't yellocute long till the audience got up and give them a solid good
cussing and made them skip out. They tackled missionarying, and mesmerizer-
ing, and doctoring, and telling fortunes, and a little of everything; but they
couldn't seem to have no luck. So at last they got just about dead broke, and
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laid around the raft, as she floated along, thinking, and thinking, and never
saying nothing, by the half a day at a time, and dreadful blue and desperate.
And at last they took a change, and begun to lay their heads together in the
wigwam and talk low and confidential two or three hours at a time. Jim and
me got uneasy. We didn't like the look of it. "We judged they was studying
up some kind of worse deviltry than ever. We turned it over and over, and at
last we made up our minds they was going to break into somebody's house or
store, or was going into the counterfeit-money business, or something. So then
we was pretty scared, and made up an agreement that we wouldn't have nothing
in the world to do with such actions, and if we ever got the least show we would
give them the cold shake, and clear out and leave them behind. Well, early one
morning we hid the raft in a good safe place about two mile below a little bit of
a shabby village, named Pikesville, and the king he went ashore, and told us all
to stay hid whilst he went up to town and smelt around to see if anybody had got
any wind of the Royal Nonesuch there yet. (" House to rob, you mean," says I to
myself; "and when you get through robbing it you'll come back here and won-
der what's become of me and Jim and the raft -- and you'll have to take it out in
wondering.") And he said if he warn't back by midday, the duke and me would
know it was all right, and we was to come along.
So we staid where we was. The duke he fretted and sweated around, and
was in a mighty sour way. He scolded us for everything, and we couldn't seem
to do nothing right; he found fault with every little thing. Something was
a-brewing, sure. I was good and glad when midday come and no king; we could
have a change, anyway -- and maybe a chance for the change, on top of it. So
me and the duke went up to the village, and hunted around there for the king,
and by-and-by we found him in the back room of a little low doggery, very tight,
and a lot of loafers bullyragging him for sport, and he a cussing and threatening
with all his might, and so tight he couldn't walk, and couldn't do nothing to
them. The duke he begun to abuse him for an old fool, and the king begun to
sass back; and the minute they was fairly at it, I lit out, and shook the reefs out
of my hind legs, and spun down the river road like a deer -- for I see our chance;
and I made up my mind that it would be a long day before they ever see me and
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Jim again. I got down there all out of breath but loaded up with joy, and sung
out --
"Set her loose, Jim, we're all right, now!"
But there warn't no answer, and nobody come out of the wigwam. Jim was
gone! I set up a shout -- and then another -- and then another one; and run this
way and that in the woods, whooping and screeching; but it warn't no use -- old
Jim was gone. Then I set down and cried; I couldn't help it. But I couldn't
set still long. Pretty soon I went out on the road, trying to think what I better
do, and I run across a boy walking, and asked him if he'd seen a strange nigger,
dressed so and so, and he says:
"Yes."
"Wherebouts?" says I.
"Down to Silas Phelps's place, two mile below here. He's a runaway nigger,
and they've got him. Was you looking for him?"
"You bet I ain't! I run across him in the woods about an hour or two ago,
and he said if I hollered he'd cut my livers out -- and told me to lay down and
stay where I was; and I done it. Been there ever since; afeard to come out."
"Well," he says, "you needn't be afeard no more, becuz they've got him.
He run off fm down South, som'ers."
"It's a good job they got him."
"Well, I reckon! There's two hunderd dollars reward on him. It's like
picking up money out'n the road."
"Yes, it is -- and I could a had it if I'd been big enough; I see him first.
Who nailed him?"
"It was an old fellow -- a stranger -- and he sold out his chance in him for
forty dollars, becuz he's got to go up the river and can't wait. Think o' that,
now! You bet I'd wait, if it was seven year."
"That's me, every time," says I. "But maybe his chance ain't worth no
more than that, if he'll sell it so cheap. Maybe there's something ain't straight
about it."
"But it is, though -- straight as a string. I see the handbill myself. It tells
all about him, to a dot -- paints him like a picture, and tells the plantation he's
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frum, below Newrleans. No-sirree-bob, they ain't no trouble 'bout that specu-
lation, you bet you. Say, gimme a chaw tobacker, won't ye?"
I didn't have none, so he left. I went to the raft, and set down in the
wigwam to think. But I couldn't come to nothing. I thought till I wore my head
sore, but I couldn't see no way
out of the trouble. After all 
this long journey, and after
all we'd done for them scoun-
drels, here was it all come to
nothing, every thing all busted
up and ruined, because they
could have the heart to serve
Jim such a trick as that, and
make him a slave again all his
life, and amongst strangers,
too, for forty dirty dollars.
Once I said to myself it
would be a thousand times
better for Jim to be a slave
at home where his family
was, as long as he'd got to be
a slave, and so I'd better
write a letter to Tom Sawyer
and tell him to tell Miss
Watson where he was. But
I soon give up that notion,
for two things: she'd be mad and disgusted at his rascality and ungratefulness
for leaving her, and so she'd sell him straight down the river again; and if she
didn't, everybody naturally despises an ungrateful nigger, and they'd make
Jim feel it all the time, and so he'd feel ornery and disgraced. And then think of
-- me! It would get all around, that Huck Finn helped a nigger to get his
freedom; and if I was to ever see anybody from that town again, I'd be ready to
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get down and lick his boots for shame. That's just the way: a person does a
low-down thing, and then he don't want to take no consequences of it. Thinks
as long as he can hide it, it ain't no disgrace. That was my fix exactly. The
more I studied about this, the more my conscience went to grinding me, and the
more wicked and low-down and ornery I got to feeling. And at last, when it hit
me all of a sudden that here was the plain hand of Providence slapping me in
the face and letting me know my wickedness was being watched all the time from
up there in heaven, whilst I was stealing a poor old woman's nigger that hadn't
ever done me no harm, and now was showing me there's One that's always on the
lookout, and ain't agoing to allow no such miserable doings to go only just so fur
and no further, I most dropped in my tracks I was so scared. Well, I tried the
best I could to kinder soften it up somehow for myself, by saying I was brung up
wicked, and so I warn't so much to blame; but something inside of me kept say-
ing, "There was the Sunday school, you could a gone to it; and if you'd a done
it they'd a learnt you, there, that people that acts as I'd been acting about that
nigger goes to everlasting fire."
It made me shiver. And I about made up my mind to pray; and see if I
couldn't try to quit being the kind of a boy I was, and be better. So I kneeled
down. But the words wouldn't come. Why wouldn't they? It warn't no use
to try and hide it from Him. Nor from me, neither. I knowed very well why
they wouldn't come. It was because my heart warn't right; it was because I
warn't square; is was because I was playing double. I was letting on to give up
sin, but away inside of me I was holding on'to the biggest one of all. I was
trying to make my mouth say I would do the right thing and the clean thing,
and go and write to that nigger's owner and tell where he was; but deep down
in me I knowed it was a lie -- and He knowed it. You can't pray a lie -- I found
that out.
So I was full of trouble, full as I could be; and didn't know what to do. At
last I had an idea; and I says, I'll go and write the letter -- and then see if I can
pray. Why, it was astonishing, the way I felt as light as a feather, right straight
off, and my troubles all gone. So I got a piece of paper and a pencil, all glad
and excited, and set down and wrote:
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Miss Watson your runaway nigger Jim is down here two mile below Pikesville and Mr.
Phelps has got him and he will give him up for the reward if you send. signed, Huck Finn.
I felt good and all washed clean of sin for the first time I had ever felt so in
my life, and I knowed I could pray now. But I didn't do it straight off, but
laid the paper down and set
there thinking -- thinking how 
good it was all this happened
so, and how near I come to
being lost and going to hell.
And went on thinking. And
got to thinking over our trip
down the river; and I see
Jim before me, all the time,
in the day, and in the night-
time, sometimes moonlight,
sometimes storms, and we a
floating along, talking, and
singing, and laughing. But
somehow I couldn't seem to
strike no places to harden me
against him, but only the
other kind. I'd see him
standing my watch on top of
his'n, stead of calling me, so I could go on sleeping; and see him how glad he
was when I come back out of the fog; and when I come to him again in the
swamp, up there where the feud was; and such-like times; and would always
call me honey, and pet me, and do everything he could think of for me, and how
good he always was; and at last I struck the time I saved him by telling the men
we had small-pox aboard, and he was so grateful, and said I was the best friend
old Jim ever had in the world, and the only one he's got now; and then I
happened to look around, and see that paper.
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It was a close place. I took it up, and held it in my hand. I was a
trembling, because I'd got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I
knowed it. I studied a minute, sort of holding my breath, and then says to
myself:
"All right, then, I'll go to hell" -- and tore it up.
It was awful thoughts, and awful words, but they was said. And I let them
stay said; and never thought no more about reforming. I shoved the whole
thing out of my head; and said I would take up wickedness again, which was
in my line, being brung up to it, and the other warn't. And for a starter, I
would go to work and steal Jim out of slavery again; and if I could think up
anything worse, I would do that, too; because as long as I was in, and in for
good, I might as well go the whole hog.
Then I set to thinking over how to get at it, and turned over considerable
many ways in my mind; and at last fixed up a plan that suited me. So then I
took the bearings of a woody island that was down the river a piece, and as soon
as it was fairly dark I crept out with my raft and went for it, and hid it there,
and then turned in. I slept the night through, and got up before it was light,
raid had my breakfast, and put on my store clothes, and tied up some others and
one thing or another in a bundle, and took the canoe and cleared for shore.
I landed below where I judged was Phelps's place, and hid my bundle in the
woods, and then filled up the canoe with water, and loaded rocks into her and
sunk her where I could find her again when I wanted her, about a quarter of a
mile below a little steam sawmill that was on the bank.
Then I struck up the road, and when I passed the mill I see a sign on it,
"Phelps's Sawmill," and when I come to the farm-houses, two or three hundred
yards further along, I kept my eyes peeled, but didn't see nobody around, though
it was good daylight, now. But I didn't mind, because I didn't want to see
nobody just yet -- I only wanted to get the lay of the land. According to my
plan, I was going to turn up there from the village, not from below. So I just
took a look, and shoved along, straight for town. Well, the very first man I see,
when I got there, was the duke. He was sticking up a bill for the Royal None-
such -- three-night performance -- like that other time. They had the cheek,
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them frauds! I was right on him, before I could shirk. He looked astonished,
and says:
"Hel-lo? Where'd you come from?" Then he says, kind of glad and eager,
"Where's the raft? -- got her in a good place?"
I says:
"Why, that's just what I was agoing to ask your grace."
Then he didn't look so joyful -- and says:
"What was your idea for asking me?" he says.
"Well," I says, "when I see the king in that doggery yesterday, I says to my-
self, we can't get him home for hours, till he's soberer; so I went a loafing
around town to put in the time, and wait. A man up and offered me ten cents
to help him pull a skiff over the river and back to fetch a sheep, and so I went
along; but when we was dragging him to the boat, and the man left me aholt of
the rope and went behind him to shove him along, he was too strong for me, and
jerked loose and run, and we after him. We didn't have no dog, and so we had
to chase him all over the country till we tired him out. We never got him till
dark, then we fetched him over, and I started down for the raft. When I got
there and see it was gone, I says to myself, 'they've got into trouble and had to
leave; and they've took my nigger, which is the only nigger I've got in the world,
and now I'm in a strange country, and ain't got no property no more, nor noth-
ing, and no way to make my living;' so I set down and cried. I slept in the
woods all night. But what did become of the raft then? -- and Jim, poor Jim!"
"Blamed if I know -- that is, what's become of the raft. That old fool had
made a trade and got forty dollars, and when we found him in the doggery the
loafers had matched half dollars with him and got every cent but what he'd spent
for whisky; and when I got him home late last night and found the raft gone,
we said, 'That little rascal has stole our raft and shook us, and run off down the
river.'"
"I wouldn't shake my nigger, would I? -- the only nigger I had in the world,
and the only property."
"We never thought of that. Fact is, I reckon we'd come to consider him
our nigger; yes, we did consider him so -- goodness knows we had trouble enough
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for him. So when we see the raft was gone, and we flat broke, there warn't any-
thing for it but to try the Royal Nonesuch another shake. And I've pegged
along ever since, dry as a powder-
horn. "Where's that ten cents? 
Give it here."
I had considerable money, so
I give him ten cents, but begged
him to spend it for something to
eat, and give me some, because
it was all the money I had, and I
hadn't had nothing to eat since
yesterday. He never said noth-
ing. The next minute he
whirls on me and says:
"Do you reckon that nigger
would blow on us? We'd skin
him if he done that!"
"How can he blow? Hain't
he run off?"
"No! That old fool sold
him, and never divided with
me, and the money's gone."
"Sold him?" I says, and
begun to cry; "why, he was my nigger, and that was my money. Where is
he? -- I want my nigger."
"Well, you can't get your nigger, that's all -- so dry up your blubbering.
Looky here -- do you think you'd venture to blow on us? Blamed if I think I'd
trust you. Why, if you was to blow on us--"
He stopped, but I never see the duke look so ugly out of his eyes before. I
went on a-whimpering, and says:
"I don't want to blow on nobody; and I ain't got no time to blow, nohow. I
got to turn out and find my nigger."
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He looked kinder bothered, and stood there with his bills fluttering on his
arm, thinking, and wrinkling up his forehead. At last he says:
"I'll tell you something. We got to be here three days. If you'll promise
you won't blow, and won't let the nigger blow, I'll tell you where to find him."
So I promised, and he says:
"A farmer by the name of Silas Ph--" and then he stopped. You see he
started to tell me the truth; but when he stopped, that way, and begun to study
and think again, I reckoned he was changing his mind. And so he was. He
wouldn't trust me; he wanted to make sure of having me out of the way the
whole three days. So pretty soon he says: "The man that bought him is named
Abram Foster -- Abram G. Foster -- and he lives forty mile back here in the
country, on the road to Lafayette."
"All right," I says, "I can walk it in three days. And I'll start this very
afternoon."
"No you won't, you'll start now; and don't you lose any time about it,
neither, nor do any gabbling by the way. Just keep a tight tongue in your head
and move right along, and then you won't get into trouble with us, d'ye hear?"
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That was the order I wanted,' and that was the one I played for. I wanted to
be left free to work my plans.
"So clear out," he says; "and you can tell Mr. Foster whatever you want to.
Maybe you can get him to believe that Jim is your nigger -- some idiots don't
require documents -- leastways I've heard there's such down South here. And
when you tell him the handbill and the reward's bogus, maybe he'll believe you
when you explain to him what the idea was for getting 'em out. Go 'long, now,
and tell him anything you want to; but mind you don't work your jaw any
between here and there."
So I left, and struck for the back country. I didn't look around, but I
kinder felt like he was watching me. But I knowed I could tire him out at that.
I went straight out in the country as much as a mile, before I stopped; then I
doubled back through the woods towards Phelps's. I reckoned I better start in
on my plan straight off, without fooling around, because I wanted to stop Jim's
mouth till these fellows could get away. I didn't want no trouble with their
kind. I'd seen all I wanted to of them, and wanted to get entirely shut of
them.
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Chapter XXXII
When I got there it was all still and
Sunday-like, and hot and sunshiny -- 
the hands was gone to the fields; and
there was them kind of faint dronings
of bugs and flies in the air that makes
it seem so lonesome and like every-
body's dead and gone; and if a breeze
fans along and quivers the leaves,
it makes you feel mournful, because
you feel like it's spirits whispering
-- spirits that's been dead ever so
many years -- and you always think
they're talking about you. As a gen-
eral thing it makes a body wish he was
dead, too, and done with it all.
Phelps's was one of these little
one-horse cotton plantations; and
they all look alike. A rail fence round a two-acre yard; a stile, made out of
logs sawed off and up-ended, in steps, like barrels of a different length, to climb
over the fence with, and for the women to stand on when they are going to jump
onto a horse; some sickly grass-patches in the big yard, but mostly it was bare and
smooth, like an old hat with the nap rubbed off; big double log house for the
white folks -- hewed logs, with the chinks stopped up with mud or mortar, and
these mud-stripes been whitewashed some time or another; round-log kitchen,
with a big broad, open but roofed passage joining it to the house; log smoke-house
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back of the kitchen; three little log nigger-cabins in a row t'other side the smoke-
house; one little hut all by itself away down against the back fence, and some out-
buildings down apiece the other side; ash-hopper, and big kettle to bile soap in, by
the little hut; bench by the kitchen door, with bucket of water and a gourd; hound
asleep there, in the sun; more hounds asleep, round about; about three shade-
trees away off in a corner; some currant bushes and gooseberry bushes in one place
by the fence; outside of the fence a garden and a water-melon patch; then the
cotton fields begins; and after the fields, the woods.
I went around and dumb over the back stile by the ash-hopper, and started for
the kitchen. When I got a little ways, I heard the dim hum of a spinning-wheel
wailing along up and sinking along down again; and then I knowed for certain
I wished I was dead -- for that is the lonesomest sound in the whole world.
I went right along, not fixing up any particular plan, but just trusting to Provi-
dence to put the right words in my mouth when the time come; for I'd noticed
that Providence always did put the right words in my mouth, if I left it alone.
When I got half-way, first one hound and then another got up and went for
me, and of course I stopped and faced them, and kept still. And such another
pow-wow as they made! In a quarter of a minute I was a kind of a hub of a
wheel, as you may say -- spokes made out of dogs -- circle of fifteen of them packed
together around me, with their necks and noses stretched up towards me, a bark-
ing and howling; and more a coming; you could see them sailing over fences
and around corners from everywheres.
A nigger woman come tearing out of the kitchen with a rolling-pin in her hand,
singing out, "Begone! you Tige! you Spot! begone, sah!" and she fetched first
one and then another of them a clip and sent him howling, and then the rest fol-
lowed; and the next second, half of them come back, wagging their tails around
me and making friends with me. There ain't no harm in a hound, nohow.
And behind the woman comes a little nigger girl and two little nigger boys,
without anything on but tow-linen shirts, and they hung onto their mother's
gown, and peeped out from behind her at me, bashful, the way they always do.
And here comes the white woman running from the house, about forty-five or fifty
year old, bareheaded, and her spinning-stick in her hand; and behind her comes
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her little white children, acting the same way the little niggers was doing. She
was smiling all over so she could hardly stand -- and says:
"It's you, at last I -- ain't it?"
I out with a "Yes'm," before I thought.
She grabbed me and hugged me tight; and then gripped me by both hands
and shook and shook; and the
tears come in her eyes, and run 
down over; and she couldn't
seem to hug and shake enough,
and kept saying, "You don't
look as much like your mother
as I reckoned you would, but
law sakes, I don't care for that,
I'm so glad to see you! Dear,
dear, it does seem like I could
eat you up! Childern, it's your
cousin Tom! -- tell him howdy."
But they ducked their heads,
and put their fingers in their
mouths, and hid behind her. So
she run on:
"Lize, hurry up and get him
a hot breakfast, right away -- or
did you get your breakfast on the
boat?"
I said I had got it on the boat. So then she started for the house, leading me
by the hand, and the children tagging after. When we got there, she set me down
in a split-bottomed chair, and set herself down on a little low stool in front of me,
holding both of my hands, and says:
"Now I can have a good look at you: and laws-a-me, I've been hungry for it
a many and a many a time, all these long years, and it's come at last! We been
expecting you a couple of days and more. What's kep' you? -- boat get aground?"
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"Yes'm -- she--"
"Don't say yes'm -- say Aunt Sally. Where'd she get aground?"
I didn't rightly know what to say, because I didn't know whether the boat
would be coming up the river or down. But I go a good deal on instinct; and
my instinct said she would be coming up -- from down towards Orleans. That
did'nt help me much, though; for I didn't know the names of bars down that way.
I see I'd got to invent a bar, or forget the name of the one we got aground on --
or -- Now I struck an idea, and fetched it out:
"It warn't the grounding -- that didn't keep us back but a little. We blowed
out a cylinder-head."
"Good gracious! anybody hurt?"
"No'm. Killed a nigger."
"Well, it's lucky; because sometimes people do get hurt. Two years ago
last Christmas, your uncle Silas was coming up from Newrleans on the old Lally
Rook, and she blowed out a cylinder-head and crippled a man. And I think he
died afterwards. He was a Babtist. Your uncle Silas knowed a family in Baton
Rouge that knowed his people very well. Yes, I remember, now he did die.
Mortification set in, and they had to amputate him. But it didn't save him. Yes,
it was mortification -- that was it. He turned blue all over, and died in the hope
of a glorious resurrection. They say he was a sight to look at. Your uncle's
been up to the town every day to fetch you. And he's gone again, not more'n
an hour ago; he'll be back any minute, now. You must a met him on the road,
didn't you? -- oldish man, with a--"
"No, I didn't see nobody, Aunt Sally. The boat landed just at daylight, and
I left my baggage on the wharf-boat and went looking around the town and out
a piece in the country, to put in the time and not get here too soon; and so I
come down the back way."
"Who'd you give the baggage to?"
"Nobody."
"Why, child, it'll be stole!"
"Not where I hid it I reckon it won't," I says.
"How'd you get your breakfast so early on the boat?"
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It was kinder thin ice, but I says:
"The captain see me standing around, and told me I better have something to
eat before I went ashore; so he took me in the texas to the officers' lunch, and
give me all I wanted."
I was getting so uneasy I couldn't listen good. I had my mind on the
children all the time; I wanted to get them out to one side, and pump them a
little, and find out who I was. But I couldn't get no show, Mrs. Phelps kept it
up and run on so. Pretty soon she made the cold chills streak all down my back,
because she says:
"But here we're a running on this way, and you hain't told me a word
about Sis, nor any of them. Now I'll rest my works a little, and you start up
yourn; just tell me everything -- tell me all about 'm all -- every one of 'm; and
how they are, and what they're doing, and what they told you to tell me; and
every last thing you can think of."
Well, I see I was up a stump -- and up it good. Providence had stood by me this
fur, all right, but I was hard and tight aground, now. I see it warn't a bit of use
to try to go ahead -- I'd got to throw up my hand. So I says to myself, here's
another place where I got to resk the truth. I opened my mouth to begin; but
she grabbed me and hustled me in behind the bed, and says:
"Here he comes! stick your head down lower -- there, that'll do; you can't be
seen, now. Don't you let on you're here. I'll play a joke on him. Childern,
don't you say a word."
I see I was in a fix, now. But it warn't no use to worry; there warn't nothing
to do but just hold still, and try and be ready to stand from under when the
lightning struck.
I had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he come in, then the
bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him and says:
"Has he come?"
"No," says her husband.
"Good-ness gracious!" she says, "what in the world can have become of him?"
"I can't imagine," says the old gentleman; "and I must say, it makes me
dreadful uneasy."
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"Uneasy!" she says, "I'm ready to go distracted! He must a come; and
you've missed him along the road. I know it's so -- something tells me so."
"Why Sally, I couldn't miss him along the road -- you know that."
"But oh, dear, dear, what will Sis say! He must a come! You must a
missed him. He--"
"Oh, don't distress me any more'n I'm already distressed. I don't know
what in the world to make of it. I'm at my wit's end, and I don't mind ac-
knowledging 't I'm right down scared. But there's no hope that he's come; for
he couldn't come and me miss him. Sally, it's terrible -- just terrible -- something's
happened to the boat, sure!"
"Why, Silas! Look yonder! -- up the road! -- ain't that somebody coming?"
He sprung to the window at the head of the bed, and that give Mrs. Phelps the
chance she wanted. She stooped down quick, at the foot of the bed, and give me
a pull, and out I come; and when he turned back from the window, there she
stood, a-beaming and a-smiling like a house afire, and I standing pretty meek
and sweaty alongside. The old gentleman stared, and says:
"Why, who's that?"
"Who do you reckon 't is?"
"I haint no idea. Who is it?"
"It's Tom Sawyer!"
By jings, I most slumped though the floor. But there warn't no time to swap
knives; the old man grabbed me by the hand and shook, and kept on shaking;
and all the time, how the woman did dance around and laugh and cry; and then
how they both did fire off questions about Sid, and Mary, and the rest of the
tribe.
But if they was joyful, it warn't nothing to what I was; for it was like being
born again, I was so glad to find out who I was. Well, they froze to me for two
hours; and at last when my chin was so tired it couldn't hardly go, any more, I
had told them more about my family -- I mean the Sawyer family -- than ever
happened to any six Sawyer families. And I explained all about how we blowed
out a cylinder-head at the mouth of White River and it took us three days to fix
it. Which was all right, and worked first rate; because they didn't know but
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if I'd a called it a bolt-head it would
what it would take three days to fix it. 
a done just as well.
Now I was feeling pretty com-
fortable all down one side, and
pretty uncomfortable all up
the other. Being Tom Sawyer
was easy and comfortable; and
it stayed easy and comfortable
till by-and-by I hear a steamboat
coughing along down the river --
then I says to myself, spose Tom
Sawyer come down on that boat?
-- and spose he steps in here, any
minute, and sings out my name
before I can throw him a wink
to keep quiet? Well, I couldn't
have it that way -- it wouldn't do
at all. I must go up the road
and waylay him. So I told the
folks I reckoned I would go up
to the town and fetch down my
baggage. The old gentleman was for going along with me, but I said no, I could
drive the horse myself, and I druther he wouldn't take no trouble about me.
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Chapter XXXIII
So I started for town, in the wagon,
and when I was half-way I see a wagon 
coming, and sure enough it was Tom
Sawyer, and I stopped and waited till
he come along. I says "Hold on!" and
it stopped alongside, and his mouth
opened up like a trunk, and staid so;
and he swallowed two or three times
like a person that's got a dry throat,
and then says:
"I hain't ever done you no harm.
You know that. So then, what you
want to come back and ha'nt me for?"
I says:
"I hain't come back -- I hain't been??
When he heard my voice, it righted him up some, but he warn't quite satis-
fied yet. He says:
"Don't you play nothing on me, because I wouldn't on you. Honest injun,
now, you ain't a ghost?"
"Honest injun, I ain't," I says.
"Well -- I -- I -- well, that ought to settle it, of course; but I can't somehow
seem to understand it, no way. Looky here, warn't you ever murdered at all?"
"No. I warn't ever murdered at all -- I played it on them. You come in
here and feel of me if you don't believe me."
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So he done it; and it satisfied him; and he was that glad to see me again, he
didn't know what to do. And he wanted to know all about it right off; because
it was a grand adventure, and mysterious, and so it hit him where he lived. But
I said, leave it alone till by-and-by; and told his driver to wait, and we drove off
a little piece, and I told him the kind of a fix I was in, and what did he reckon
we better do? He said, let him alone a minute, and don't disturb him. So he
thought and thought, and pretty soon he says:
"It's all right, I've got it. Take my trunk in your wagon, and let on it's
your'n; and you turn back and fool along slow, so as to get to the house about the
time you ought to; and I'll go towards town a piece, and take a fresh start, and
get there a quarter or a half an hour after you; and you needn't let on to know
me, at first."
I says:
"All right; but wait a minute. There's one more thing -- a thing that no-
body don't know but me. And that is, there's a nigger here that I'm a trying to
steal out of slavery -- and his name is Jim -- old Miss Watson's Jim."
He says:
"What! Why Jim is--"
He stopped and went to studying. I says:
"I know what you'll say. You'll say it's dirty low-down business; but what
if it is? -- I'm low down; and I'm agoing to steal him, and I want you to keep
mum and not let on. Will you?"
His eye lit up, and he says:
"I'll help you steal him!"
Well, I let go all holts then, like I was shot. It was the most astonishing
speech I ever heard -- and I'm bound to say Tom Sawyer fell, considerable, in my
estimation. Only I couldn't believe it. Tom Sawyer a nigger stealer!
"Oh, shucks," I says, "you're joking."
"I ain't joking, either."
"Well, then," I says, "joking or no joking, if you hear anything said about
a runaway nigger, don't forget to remember that you don't know nothing about
him, and I don't know nothing about him."
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Then we took the trunk and put it in my wagon, and he drove off his way,
and I drove mine. But of course I forgot all about driving slow, on accounts of
being glad and full of thinking; so I got home a heap too quick for that length
of a trip. The old gentleman was at the door, and he says:
"Why, this is wonderful. Who ever would a thought it was in that mare to
do it. I wish we'd a timed her. And she hain't sweated a hair -- not a hair.
It's wonderful. Why, I wouldn't take a hunderd dollars for that horse now; I
wouldn't, honest; and yet I'd a sold her for fifteen before, and thought 'twas
all she was worth."
That's all he said. He was the innocentest, best old soul I ever see. But it
warn't surprising; because he warn't only just a farmer, he was a preacher, too,
and had a little one-horse log church down back of the plantation, which he
built it himself at his own expense, for a church and school-house, and never
charged nothing for his preaching, and it was worth it, too. There was plenty
other farmer-preachers like that, and done the same way, down South.
In about half an hour Tom's wagon drove up to the front stile, and Aunt
Sally she see it through the window because it was only about fifty yards, and
says:
"Why, there's somebody come! I wonder who 'tis? Why, I do believe it's
a stranger. Jimmy" (that's one of the children), "run and tell Lize to put on
another plate for dinner."
Everybody made a rush for the front door, because, of course, a stranger don't
come every year, and so he lays over the yaller fever, for interest, when he does
come. Tom was over the stile and starting for the house; the wagon was spin-
ning up the road for the village, and we was all bunched in the front door. Tom
had his store clothes on, and an audience -- and that was always nuts for Tom
Sawyer. In them circumstances it warn't no trouble to him to throw in an
amount of style that was suitable. He warn't a boy to meeky along up that yard
like a sheep; no, he come ca'm and important, like the ram. When he got
afront of us, he lifts his hat ever so gracious and dainty, like it was the lid of a
box that had butterflies asleep in it and he didn't want to disturb them, and says:
"Mr. Archibald Nichols, I presume?"
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"No, my boy," says the old gentleman, "I'm sorry to say 't your driver has
deceived you; Nichols's place is down a matter of three mile more. Come in,
come in."
Tom he took a look back over his shoulder, and says, "Too late -- he's out of
sight."
"Yes, he's gone, my son, and you
must come in and eat your dinner 
with us; and then we'll hitch up and
take you down to Nichols's."
"Oh, I can't make you so much
trouble; I couldn't think of it. I'll
walk -- I don't mind the distance."
"But we won't let you walk -- it
wouldn't be Southern hospitality to
do it. Come right in."
"Oh, No," says Aunt Sally; "it
ain't a bit of trouble to us, not a bit
in the world. You must stay. It's a
long, dusty three mile, and we can't
let you walk. And besides, I've al-
ready told 'em to put on another
plate, when I see you coming; so you
mustn't disappoint us. Come right in, and make yourself at home."
So Tom he thanked them very hearty and handsome, and let himself be per-
suaded, and come in; and when he was in, he said he was a stranger from Hicks-
ville, Ohio, and his name was William Thompson -- and he made another bow.
Well, he run on, and on, and on, making up stuff about Hicksville and every-
body in it he could invent, and I getting a little nervous, and wondering how
this was going to help me out of my scrape; and at last, still talking along, he
reached over and kissed Aunt Sally right on the mouth, and then settled back
again in his chair, comfortable, and was going on talking; but she jumped up
and wiped it off with the back of her hand, and says:
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"You owdacious puppy!"
He looked kind of hurt, and says:
"I'm surprised at you, m'am."
"You're s'rp -- Why, what do you reckon I am? I've a good notion to take
and -- say, what do you mean by kissing me?"
He looked kind of humble, and says:
"I didn't mean nothing, m'am. I didn't mean no harm. I -- I -- thought
you'd like it."
"Why, you born fool!" She took up the spinning-stick, and it looked like
it was all she could do to keep from giving him a crack with it. "What made
you think I'd like it?"
"Well, I don't know. Only, they -- they -- told me you would."
"They told you I would. Whoever told you 's another lunatic. I never
heard the beat of it. Who's they?"
"Why -- everybody. They all said so, m'am."
It was all she could do to hold in; and her eyes snapped, and her fingers
worked like she wanted to scratch him; and she says:
"Who's 'everybody?' Out with their names -- or ther'll be an idiot short."
He got up and looked distressed, and fumbled his hat, and says:
"I'm sorry, and I warn't expecting it. They told me to. They all told me
to. They all said kiss her; and said she'll like it. They all said it -- every one
of them. But I'm sorry, m'am, and I won't do it no more -- I won't, honest."
"You won't, won't you? Well, I sh'd reckon you won't!"
"No'm, I'm honest about it; I won't ever do it again. Till you ask me."
"Till I ask you! Well, I never see the beat of it in my born days! I lay
you'll be the Methusalem-numskull of creation before ever I ask you -- or the
likes of you."
"Well," he says, "it does surprise me so. I can't make it out, somehow.
They said you would, and I thought you would. But--" He stopped and looked
around slow, like he wished he could run across a friendly eye, somewhere's; and
fetched up on the old gentleman's, and says, "Didn't you think she'd like me to
kiss her, sir?"
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"Why, no, I -- I -- well, no, I b'lieve I didn't."
Then he looks on around, the same way, to me -- and says:
"Tom, didn't you think Aunt Sally 'd open out her arms and say, 'Sid
Sawyer.'"
"My land!" she says, breaking in and jumping for him, "you impudent
young rascal, to fool a body so--" and was going to hug him, but he fended her
off, and says:
"No, not till you've asked me, first."
So she didn't lose no time, but asked him; and hugged him and kissed him,
over and over again, and then turned him over to the old man, and he took what
was left. And after they got a little quiet again, she says:
"Why, dear me, I never see such a surprise. We warn't looking for you, at
all, but only Tom. Sis never wrote to me about anybody coming but him."
"It's because it warn't intended for any of us to come but Tom," he says;
"but I begged and begged, and at the last minute she let me come, too; so, com-
ing down the river, me and Tom thought it would be a first-rate surprise for him
to come here to the house first, and for me to by-and-by tag along and drop in
and let on to be a stranger. But it was a mistake, Aunt Sally. This ain't no
healthy place for a stranger to come."
"No -- not impudent whelps, Sid. You ought to had your jaws boxed; I hain't
been so put out since I don't know when. But I don't care, I don't mind the
terms -- I'd be willing to stand a thousand such jokes to have you here. Well, to
think of that performance! I don't deny it, I was most putrified with astonish-
ment when you give me that smack."
We had dinner out in that broad open passage betwixt the house and the
kitchen; and there was things enough on that table for seven families -- and all
hot, too; none of your flabby tough meat that's laid in a cupboard in a damp
cellar all night and tastes like a hunk of old cold cannibal in the morning. Uncle
Silas he asked a pretty long blessing over it, but it was worth it; and it didn't
cool it a bit, neither, the way I've seen them kind of interruptions do, lots of times.
There was a considerable good deal of talk, all the afternoon, and me and Tom
was on the lookout all the time, but it warn't no use, they didn't happen to say
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nothing about any runaway nigger, and we was afraid to try to work up to it.
But at supper, at night, one of the little boys says:
"Pa, mayn't Tom and Sid and me go to the show?"
"No," says the old man, "I reckon there ain't going to be any; and you
couldn't go if there was; because the runaway nigger told Burton and me all
about that scandalous show, and Burton said he would tell the people; so I reckon
they've drove the owdacious loafers out of town before this time."
So there it was! -- but I couldn't help it. Tom and me was to sleep in the
same room and bed; so, being tired, we bid good-night and went up to bed, right
after supper, and dumb out of the window and down the lightning-rod, and
shoved for the town; for I didn't believe anybody was going to give the king and
the duke a hint, and so, if I didn't hurry up and give them one they'd get into
trouble sure.
On the road Tom he told me all about how it was reckoned I was murdered,
and how pap disappeared, pretty soon, and didn t come back no more, and what
a stir there was when Jim run away; and I told Tom all about our Royal None-
such rapscallions, and as much of the raft-voyage as I had time to; and as we
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struck into the town and up through the middle of it -- it was as much as half-
after eight, then -- here comes a raging rush of people, with torches, and an awful
whooping and yelling, and banging tin pans and blowing horns; and we jumped
to one side to let them go by; and as they went by, I see they had the king and
the duke astraddle of a rail -- that is, I knowed it was the king and the duke,
though they was all over tar and feathers, and didn't look like nothing in the
world that was human -- just looked like a couple of monstrous big soldier-plumes.
Well, it made me sick to see it; and I was sorry for them poor pitiful rascals, it
seemed like I couldn't ever feel any hardness against them any more in the
world. It was a dreadful thing to see. Human beings can be awful cruel to one
another.
We see we was too late -- couldn't do no good. We asked some stragglers
about it, and they said everybody went to the show looking very innocent; and
laid low and kept dark till the poor old king was in the middle of his cavortings
on the stage; then somebody give a signal, and the house rose up and went for
them.
So we poked along back home, and I warn't feeling so brash as I was before,
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but kind of ornery, and humble, and to blame, somehow -- though I hadn't done
nothing. But that's always the way; it don't make no difference whether
you do right or wrong, a person's conscience ain't got no sense, and just goes for
him anyway. If I had a yaller dog that didn't know no more than a person's
conscience does, I would pison him. It takes up more room than all the rest of
a person's insides, and yet ain't no good, nohow. Tom Sawyer he says the same.
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Chapter XXXIV
We stopped talking, and got to thinking.
By-and-by Tom says:
"Looky here, Huck, what fools we
are, to not think of it before! I bet 
I know where Jim is."
"No I Where?"
"In that hut down by the ash-
hopper. Why, looky here. When
we was "at dinner, didn't you see a
nigger man go in there with some
vittles?"
"Yes."
"What did you think the vittles
was for?"
"For a dog."
"So'd I. Well, it wasn't for a
dog."
"Why?"
"Because part of it was watermelon."
"So it was -- I noticed it. Well, it does beat all, that I never thought about
a dog not eating watermelon. It shows how a body can see and don't see at the
same time."
"Well, the nigger, unlocked the padlock when he went in, and he locked it
again when he come out. He fetched uncle a key, about the time we got up.
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from table -- same key, I bet. Watermelon shows man, lock shows prisoner; and it
ain't likely there's two prisoners on such a little plantation, and where the
people's all so kind and good. Jim's the prisoner. All right -- I'm glad we found
it out detective fashion; I wouldn't give shucks for any other way. Now you
work your mind and study out a plan to steal Jim, and I will study out one, too;
and we'll take the one we like the best."
What a head for just a boy to have! If I had Tom Sawyer's head, I wouldn't
trade it off to be a duke, nor mate of a steamboat, nor clown in a circus, nor noth-
ing I can think of. I went to thinking out a plan, but only just to be doing
something; I knowed very well where the right plan was going to come from.
Pretty soon, Tom says:
"Ready?'.'
"Yes," I says.
"All right -- bring it out."
"My plan is this," I says. "We can easy find out if it's Jim in there. Then
get up my canoe to-morrow night, and fetch my raft over from the island. Then
the first dark night that comes, steal the key out of the old man's britches, after
he goes to bed, and shove off down the river on the raft, with Jim, hiding day-
times and running nights, the way me and Jim used to do before. Wouldn't that
plan work?"
"Work? Why cert'nly, it would work, like rats a fighting. But it's too blame'
simple; there ain't nothing to it. What's the good of a plan that ain't no more
trouble than that? It's as mild as goose-milk. Why, Huck, it wouldn't make
no more talk than breaking into a soap factory."
I never said nothing, because I warn't expecting nothing different; but I
knowed mighty well that whenever he got his plan ready it wouldn't have none of
them objections to it.
And it didn't. He told me what it was, and I see in a minute it was worth
fifteen of mine, for style, and would make Jim just as free a man as mine would,
and maybe get us all killed besides. So I was satisfied, and said we would waltz
in on it. I needn't tell what it was, here, because I knowed it wouldn't stay the
way it was. I knowed he would be changing it around, every which way, as we
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went along, and heaving in new bullinesses wherever he got a chance. And that
is what he done.
Well, one thing was dead sure; and that was, that Tom Sawyer was in earnest
and was actuly going to help steal that nigger out of slavery. That was the thing
that was too many for me. Here was a boy that was respectable, and well brung
up; and had a character to lose; and folks at home that had characters; and he
was bright and not leather-headed; and knowing and not ignorant; and not
mean, but kind; and yet here he was, without any more pride, or rightness, or
feeling, than to stoop to this business, and make himself a shame, and his family
a shame, before everybody. I couldn't understand it, no way at all. It was out-
rageous, and I knowed I ought to just up and tell him so; and so be his true
friend, and let him quit the thing right where he was, and save himself. And I
did start to tell him; but he shut me up, and says:
"Don't you reckon I know what I'm about? Don't I generly know what I'm
about?"
"Yes."
"Didn't I say I was going to help steal the nigger?"
"Yes."
"Well then."
That's all he said, and that's all I said. It warn't no use to say any more;
because when he said he'd do a thing, he always done it. But I couldn't
make out how he was willing to go into this thing; so I just let it go, and
never bothered no more about it. If he was bound to have it so, I couldn't
help it.
When we got home, the house was all dark and still; so we went on down to
the hut by the ash-hopper, for to examine it. We went through the yard, so as
to see what the hounds would do. They knowed us, and didn't make no more
noise than country dogs is always doing when anything comes by in the night.
When we got to the cabin, we took a look at the front and the two sides; and on
the side I warn't acquainted with -- which was the north side -- we found a square
window-hole, up tolerable high, with just one stout board nailed across it. I
says:
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"Here's the ticket. This hole's big enough for Jim to get through, if we
wrench off the board."
Tom says:
"It's as simple as tit-tat-toe, three-in-a-row, and as easy as playing hooky. I
should hope we can find a way that's a little more complicated than that, Huck
Finn."
"Well then," I says,
"how'll it do to saw him out, 
the way I done before I was
murdered, that time?"
"That's more like," he
says. "It's real mysterious, and
troublesome, and good," he
says; "but I bet we can find
a way that's twice as long.
There ain't no hurry; le's keep
on looking around."
Betwixt the hut and the
fence, on the back side, was a
lean-to, that joined the hut at
the eaves, and was made out of
plank. It was as long as the
hut, but narrow -- only about
six foot wide. The door to it
was at the south end, and was
padlocked. Tom he went to
the soap kettle, and searched
around and fetched back the iron thing they lift the lid with; so he took it and
prized out one of the staples. The chain fell down, and we opened the door
and went in, and shut it, and struck a match, and see the shed was only built against
the cabin and hadn't no connection with it; and there warn't no floor to the shed,
nor nothing in it but some old rusty played-out hoes, and spades, and picks, and
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a crippled plow. The match went out, and so did we, and shoved in the staple
again, and the door was locked as good as ever. Tom was joyful. He says:
"Now we're all right. We'll dig him out. It'll take about a week!"
Then we started for the house, and I went in the back door -- you only have to
pull a buckskin latch-string, they don't fasten the doors -- but that warn't roman-
tical enough for Tom Sawyer: no way would do him but he must climb up the
lightning-rod. But after he got up half-way-about three times, and missed fire
and fell every time, and the last time most busted his brains out, he thought he'd
got to give it up; but after he was rested, he allowed he would give her one more
turn for luck, and this time he made the trip.
In the morning we was up at break of day, and down to the nigger cabins to
pet the dogs and make friends with the nigger that fed Jim -- if it was Jim that
was being fed. The niggers was just getting through breakfast and starting for
the fields; and Jim's nigger was piling up a tin pan with bread and meat and
things; and whilst the others was leaving, the key come from the house.
This nigger had a good-natured, chuckle-headed face, and his wool was all tied
up in little bunches with thread. That was to keep witches off. He said the
witches was pestering him awful, these nights, and making him see all kinds of
strange things, and hear all kinds of strange words and noises, and he didn't be-
lieve he was ever witched so long, before, in his life. He got so worked up, and
got to running on so about his troubles, he forgot all about what he'd been agoing
to do. So Tom says:
"What's the vittles for? Going to feed the dogs?"
The nigger kind of smiled around graduly over his face, like when you heave
a brickbat in a mud puddle, and he says:
"Yes, Mars Sid, a dog. Cur'us dog, too. Does you want to go en look at
'im?"
"Yes."
I hunched Tom, and whispers:
"You going, right here in the day-break? That warn't the plan."
"No, it warn't -- but it's the plan now."
So, drat him, we went along, but I didn't like it much. When we got in,
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we couldn't hardly see anything, it was so dark; but Jim was there, sure enough,
and could see us; and he sings out:
"Why, Huck! En good lan'! ain' dat Misto Tom?
I just knowed how it would be; I just expected it. I didn't know nothing to
do; and if I had, I couldn't a done it; because that nigger busted in and says:
"Why, de gracious sakes! do he know you genlmen?"
We could see pretty well, now. Tom he looked at the nigger, steady and
kind of wondering, and says:
"Does who know us?"
"Why, dish-yer runaway nigger."
"I don't reckon he does; but what put that into your head?"
"What put it dar? Didn' he jis' dis minute sing out like he knowed you?"
Tom says, in a puzzled-up kind of way:
"Well, that's mighty curious. Who sung out? When did he sing out? What
did he sing out?" And turns to me, perfectly c'am, and says, "Did you hear
anybody sing out?"
Of course there warn't nothing to be said but the one thing; so I says:
"No; I ain't heard nobody say nothing."
Then he turns to Jim, and looks him over like he never see him before; and
says:
"Did you sing out?"
"No, sah," says Jim; "I hain't said nothing, sah."
"Not a word?"
"No, sah, I hain't said a word."
"Did you ever see us before?"
"No, sah; not as I knows on."
So Tom turns to the nigger, which was looking wild and distressed, and says,
kind of severe:
"What do you reckon's the matter with you, anyway? What made you
think somebody sung out?"
"Oh, it's de dad-blame' witches, sah, en I wisht I was dead, I do. Dey's
awluz at it, sah, en dey do mos' kill me, dey sk'yers me so. Please to don't
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tell nobody 'bout it sah, er ole Mars Silas he'll scole me; 'kase he say dey
ain't no witches. I jis' wish to goodness he was heah now -- den what would he
say! I jis' bet he couldn' fine no way to git aroun' it dis time. But it's awluz
jis' so; people dat's sot, stays sot; dey won't look into nothn' en fine it out
f'r deyselves, en when you fine it out en tell um 'bout it, dey doan' b'lieve you."
Tom give him a dime, and
said we wouldn't tell no- 
body; and told him to buy
some more thread to tie up his
wool with; and then looks at
Jim, and says:
"I wonder if Uncle Silas
is going to hang this nigger.
If I was to catch a nigger that
was ungrateful enough to run
away, I wouldn't give him up,
I'd hang him." And whilst
the nigger stepped to the
door to look at the dime and
bite it to see if it was good,
he whispers to Jim, and says:
"Don't ever let on to know
us. And if you hear any dig-
ging going on nights, it's us:
we're going to set you free."
Jim only had time to grab us by the hand and squeeze it, then the nigger
come back, and we said we'd come again some time if the nigger wanted us to;
and he said he would, more particular if it was dark, because the witches went
for him mostly in the dark, and it was good to have folks around then.
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Chapter XXXV
It would be most an hour, yet, till
breakfast, so we left, and struck 
down into the woods; because Tom
said we got to have some light to
see how to dig by, and a lantern
makes too much, and might get us
into trouble; what we must have
was a lot of them rotten chunks
that's called fox-fire and just makes
a soft kind of a glow when you lay
them in a dark place. We fetched
an armful and hid it in the weeds,
and set down to rest, and Tom says,
kind of dissatisfied:
"Blame it, this whole thing is
just as easy and awkard as it can
be. And so it makes it so rotten
difficult to get up a difficult plan.
There ain't no watchman to be
drugged -- now there ought to be a watchman. There ain't even a dog to give a
sleeping-mixture to. And there's Jim chained by one leg, with a ten-foot chain,
to the leg of his bed: why, all you got to do is to lift up the bedstead and slip off
the chain. And Uncle Silas he trusts everybody; sends the key to the punkin-
headed nigger, and don't send nobody to watch the nigger. Jim could a got out
of that window hole before this, only there wouldn't be no use trying to travel
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with a ten-foot chain on his leg. Why, drat it, Huck, it's the stupidest arrange-
ment I ever see. You got to invent all the difficulties. Well, we can't help it,
we got to do the best we can with the materials we've got. Anyhow, there's one
thing -- there's more honor in getting him out through a lot of difficulties and
dangers, where there warn't one of them furnished to you by the people who it
was their duty to furnish them, and you had to contrive them all out of your own
head. Now look at just that one thing of the lantern. When you come down
to the cold facts, we simply got to let on that a lantern's resky. Why, we could
work with a torchlight procession if we wanted to, I believe. Now, whilst I
think of it, we got to hunt up something to make a saw out of, the first chance
we get."
"What do we want of a saw?"
"--What do we want of it? Hain't we got to saw the leg of Jim's bed off, so
as to get the chain loose?"
"Why, you just said a body could lift up the bedstead and slip the
chain off."
"Well, if that ain't just like you, Huck Finn. You can get up the infant-
schooliest ways of going at a thing. Why, hain't you ever read any books at
all? -- Baron Trenck, nor Casanova, nor Benvenuto Chelleeny, nor Henri IV.,
nor none of them heroes? Whoever heard of getting a prisoner loose in such an
old-maidy way as that? No; the way all the best authorities does, is to saw the
bed-leg in two, and leave it just so, and swallow the sawdust, so it can't be found,
and put some dirt and grease around the sawed place so the very keenest seneskal
can't see no sign of it's being sawed, and thinks the bed-leg is perfectly sound.
Then, the night you're ready, fetch the leg a kick, down she goes; slip off your
chain, and there you are. Nothing to do but hitch your rope-ladder to the battle-
ments, shin down it, break your leg in the moat -- because a rope-ladder is
nineteen foot too short, you know -- and there's your horses and your trusty vassles,
and they scoop you up and fling you across a saddle and away you go, to your
native Langudoc, or Navarre, or wherever it is. It's gaudy, Huck. I wish there
was a moat to this cabin. If we get time, the night of the escape, we'll dig
one."
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I says:
"What do we want of a moat, when we're going to snake him out from under
the cabin?"
But he never heard me. He had forgot me and everything else. He had his
chin in his hand, thinking. Pretty soon, he sighs, and shakes his head; then
sighs again, and says:
"No, it wouldn't do -- there ain't necessity enough for it."
"For what?" I says.
"Why, to saw Jim's leg off," he says.
"Good land!" I says, "why, there ain't no necessity for it. And what
would you want to saw his leg
off for, anyway?"
"Well, some of the best
authorities has done it. They 
couldn't get the chain off, so
they just cut their hand off, and
shoved. And a leg would be
better still. But we got to let
that go. There ain't necessity
enough in this case; and besides,
Jim's a nigger and wouldn't
understand the reasons for it,
and how it's the custom in Eu-
rope; so we'll let it go. But
there's one thing -- he can have a
rope-ladder; we can tear up our
sheets and make him a rope-
ladder easy enough. And we
can send it to him in a pie; it's
mostly done that way. And I've et worse pies."
"Why, Tom Sawyer, how you talk," I says, "Jim ain't got no use for a rope-
ladder."
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"He has got use for it. How you talk, you better say; you don't know
nothing about it. He's got to have a rope-ladder; they all do."
"What in the nation can he do with it?"
"Do with it? He can hide it in his bed, can't he? That's what they all
do; and lie's got to, too. Huck, you don't ever seem to want to do anything
that's regular; you want to be starting something fresh all the time. Spose he
don't do nothing with it? ain't it there in his bed, for a clew, after he's gone?
and don't you reckon they'll want clews? Of course they will. And you
wouldn't leave them any? That would be a pretty howdy-do, wouldn't it! I
never heard of such a thing."
"Well," I says, "if it's in the regulations, and he's got to have it, all right,
let him have it; because I don't wish to go back on no regulations; but there's
one thing, Tom Sawyer -- if we go to tearing up our sheets to make Jim a rope-
ladder, we're going to get into trouble with Aunt Sally, just as sure as you're
born. Now, the way I look at it, a hickry-bark ladder don't cost nothing, and
don't waste nothing, and is just as good to load up a pie with, and hide in a straw
tick, as any rag ladder you can start; and as for Jim, he ain't had no experience,
and so Tie don't care what kind of a--"
"Oh, shucks, Huck Finn, if I was as ignorant as you, I'd keep still -- that's
what I'd do. Who ever heard of a state prisoner escaping by a hickry-bark
ladder? Why, it's perfectly ridiculous."
"Well, all right, Tom, fix it your own way; but if you'll take my advice,
you'll let me borrow a sheet off of the clothes-line."
He said that would do. And that give him another idea, and he says:
"Borrow a shirt, too."
"What do we want of a shirt, Tom?"
"Want it for Jim to keep a journal on."
"Journal your granny -- Jim can't write."
"Spose he can't write -- he can make marks on the shirt, can't he, if we
make him a pen out of an old pewter spoon or a piece of an old iron barrel-hoop?"
"Why, Tom, we can pull a feather out of a goose and make him a better one;
and quicker, too."
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"Prisoners don't have geese running around the donjon-keep to pull pens out
of, you muggins. They always make their pens out of the hardest, toughest,
troublesomest piece of old brass candlestick or something like that they can get
their hands on; and it takes them weeks and weeks, and months and months
to file it out, too, because they've got to do it by rubbing it on the wall. They
wouldn't use a goose-quill if they had it. It ain't regular."
"Well, then, what'll we make him the ink out of?"
"Many makes it out of iron-rust and tears; but that's the common sort and
women; the best authorities uses their own blood. Jim can do that; and when he
wants to send any little common ordinary mysterious message to let the world know
where he's captivated, he can write it on the bottom of a tin plate with a fork and
throw it out of the window. The Iron Mask always done that, and it's a blame'
good way, too."
"Jim ain't got no tin plates. They feed him in a pan."
"That ain't anything; we can get him some."
"Can't nobody read his plates."
"That ain't got nothing to do with it, Huck Finn. All he's got to do is to
write on the plate and throw it out. You don't have to be able to read it. Why,
half the time you can't read anything a prisoner writes on a tin plate, or any-
where else."
"Well, then, what's the sense in wasting the plates?"
"Why, blame it all, it ain't the prisoner's plates."
"But it's somebody's plates, ain't it?"
"Well, spos'n it is? What does the prisoner care whose--"
He broke off there, because we heard the breakfast-horn blowing. So we
cleared out for the house.
Along during that morning I borrowed a sheet and a white shirt off of the
clothes-line; and I found an old sack and put them in it, and we went down and
got the fox-fire, and put that in too. I called it borrowing, because that was
what pap always called it; but Tom said it warn't borrowing, it was stealing.
He said we was representing prisoners; and prisoners don't care how they get a
thing so they get it, and nobody don't blame them for it, either. It ain't no
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crime in a prisoner to steal the thing he needs to get away with, Tom said; it's
his right; and so, as long as
we was representing a pris- 
oner, we had a perfect right
to steal anything on this
place we had the least use
for, to get ourselves out of
prison with. He said if we
warn't prisoners it would be
a very different thing, and
nobody but a mean ornery
person would steal when he
warn't a prisoner. So we
allowed we would steal every-
thing there was that come
handy. And yet he made a
mighty fuss, one day, after
that, when I stole a water-
melon out of the nigger patch
and eat it; and he made me
go and give the niggers a
dime, without telling them
what it was for. Tom said
that what he meant was, we
could steal anything we needed. Well, I says, I needed the watermelon. But
he said I didn't need it to get out of prison with, there's where the difference
was. He said if I'd a wanted it to hide a knife in, and smuggle it to Jim to kill
the seneskal with, it would a been all right. So I let it go at that, though I
couldn't see no advantage in my representing a prisoner, if I got to set down and
chaw over a lot of gold-leaf distinctions like that, every time I see a chance to hog
a watermelon.
Well, as I was saying, we waited that morning till everybody was settled
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down to business, and nobody in sight around the yard; then Tom he carried the
sack into the lean-to whilst I stood off a piece to keep watch. By-and-by he
come out, and we went and set down on the wood-pile, to talk. He says:
"Everything's all right, now, except tools? and that's easy fixed."
"Tools?" I says.
"Yes."
"Tools for what?"
"Why, to dig with. We ain't agoing to gnaw him out, are we?"
"Ain't them old crippled picks and things in there good enough to dig a
nigger out with?" I says.
He turns on me looking pitying enough to make a body cry, and says:
"Huck Finn, did you ever hear of a prisoner having picks and shovels, and all
the modern conveniences in his wardrobe to dig himself out with? Now I want
to ask you -- if you got any reasonableness in you at all -- what kind of a show
would that give him to be a hero? Why, they might as well lend him the key,
and done with it. Picks and shovels -- why they wouldn't furnish 'em to a
king."
"Well, then," I says, "if we don't want the picks and shovels, what do we
want?"
"A couple of case-knives."
"To dig the foundations out from under that cabin with?"
"Yes."
"Confound it, it's foolish, Tom."
"It don't make no difference how foolish it is, it's the right way -- and it's the
regular way. And there ain't no other way, that ever I heard of, and I've read
all the books that gives any information about these things. They always dig
out with a case-knife -- and not through dirt, mind you; generly it's through
solid rock. And it takes them weeks and weeks and weeks, and for ever and
ever. Why, look at one of them prisoners in the bottom dungeon of the Castle
Deef, in the harbor of Marseilles, that dug himself out that way; how long was
he at it, you reckon?"
"l don't know."
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"Well, guess."
"I don't know. A month and a half?"
"Thirty-seven year -- and he come out in China. That's the kind. I wish
the bottom of this fortress was solid rock."
"Jim don't know nobody in China."
"What's that got to do with it? Neither did that other fellow. But you're
always a-wandering off on a side issue. Why can't you stick to the main point?"
"All right -- I don't care where he
comes out, so he comes out; and Jim 
don't, either, I reckon. But there's one
thing, anyway -- Jim's too old to be dug
out with a case-knife. He won't last."
"Yes he will last, too. You don't
reckon it's going to take thirty-seven
years to dig out through a dirt founda-
tion, do you?"
"How long will it take, Tom?"
"Well, we can't resk being as long
as we ought to, because it mayn't take
very long for Uncle Silas to hear from
down there by New Orleans. He'll hear
Jim ain't from there. Then his next
move will be to advertise Jim, or some-
thing like that. So we can't resk being
as long digging him out as we ought to.
By rights I reckon we ought to be a
couple of years; but we can't. Things
being so uncertain, what I recommend is
this: that we really dig right in, as quick as we can; and after that, we can let
on, to ourselves, that we was at it thirty-seven years. Then we can snatch him
out and rush him away the first time there's an alarm. Yes, I reckon that'll be
the best way."
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"Now, there's sense in that," I says. "Letting on don't cost nothing;
letting on ain't no trouble; and if it's any object, I don't mind letting on we was
at it a hundred and fifty year. It wouldn't strain me none, after I got my hand
in. So I'll mosey along now, and smouch a couple of case-knives."
"Smouch three," he says; "we want one to make a saw out of."
"--'Tom, if it ain't unregular and irreligious to sejest it," I says, "there's an
old rusty saw-blade around yonder sticking under the weatherboarding behind
the smoke-house."
He looked kind of weary and discouraged-like, and says:
"It ain't no use to try to learn you nothing, Huck. Run along and smouch
the knives -- three of them." So I done it.
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Chapter XXXVI
As soon as we reckoned everybody
was asleep, that night, we went down 
the lightning-rod, and shut ourselves
up in the lean-to, and got out our
pile of fox-fire, and went to work.
We cleared everything out of the way,
about four or five foot along the mid-
dle of the bottom log. Tom said he
was right behind Jim's bed now, and
we'd dig in under it, and when we got
through there couldn't nobody in the
cabin ever know there was any hole
there, because Jim's counterpin hung
down most to the ground, and you'd
have to raise it up and look under to
see the hole. So we dug and dug,
with the case-knives, till most mid-
night; and then we was dog-tired, and
our hands was blistered, and yet you
couldn't see we'd done anything, hardly. At last I says:
"This ain't no thirty-seven year job, this is a thirty-eight year job, Tom
Sawyer."
He never said nothing. But he sighed, and pretty soon he stopped dig-
ging, and then for a good little while I knowed he was thinking. Then he
says:
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"It ain't no use, Huck, it ain't agoing to work. If we was prisoners it
would, because then we'd have as many years as we wanted, and no hurry; and
we wouldn't get but a few minutes to dig, every day, while they was changing
watches, and so our hands wouldn't get blistered, and we could keep it up right
along, year in and year out, and do it right, and the way it ought to be done.
But we can't fool along, we got to rush; we ain't got no time to spare. If we was
to put in another night this way, we'd have to knock off for a week to let our
hands get well -- couldn't touch a case-knife with them sooner."
"Well, then, what we going to do, Tom?"
"I'll tell you. It ain't right, and it ain't moral, and I wouldn't like it to get
out -- but there ain't only just the one way; we got to dig him out with the picks,
and let on it's case-knives."
"Now you're talking!" I says; "your head gets leveler and leveler all the
time, Tom Sawyer," I says. "Picks is the thing, moral or no moral; and as for
me, I don't care shucks for the morality of it, nohow. When,! start in to steal
a nigger, or a watermelon, or a Sunday-school book, I ain't no ways particular
how it's done so it's done. What I want is my nigger; or what I want is my
watermelon; or what I want is my Sunday-school book; and if a pick's the hand-
iest thing, that's the thing I'm agoing to dig that nigger or that watermelon or
that Sunday-school book out with; and I don't give a dead rat what the authori-
ties thinks about it nuther."
"Well," he says, "there's excuse for picks and letting-on in a case like this';
if it warn't so, I wouldn't approve of it, nor I wouldn't stand by and see the rules
broke -- because right is right, and wrong is wrong, and a body ain't got no busi-
ness doing wrong when he ain't ignorant and knows better. It might answer for
you to dig Jim out with a pick, without any letting-on, because you don't know
no better; but it wouldn't for me, because I do know better. Gimme a case-
knife."
He had his own by him, but I handed him mine. He flung it down, and
says:
"Gimme a case-knife."
I didn't know just what to do -- but then I thought. I scratched around
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amongst the old tools, and got a pick-ax and give it to him, and he took it and
went to work, and never said a word.
He was always just that particular. Full of principle.
So then I got a shovel, and then we picked and shoveled, turn about, and
made the fur fly. We stuck to it
about a half an hour, which was as 
long as we could stand up; but we
had a good deal of a hole to show
for it. When I got upstairs, I
looked out at the window and see
Tom doing his level best with the
lightning-rod, but he couldn't come
it, his hands was so sore. At last
he says:
"It ain't no use, it can't be
done. What you reckon I better
do? Can't you think up no way?"
"Yes," I says, "but I reckon
it ain't regular. Come up the
stairs, and let on it's a lightning-
rod."
So he done it.
Next day Tom stole a pewter
spoon and a brass candlestick in the
house, for to make some pens for Jim out of, and six tallow candles; and I hung
around the nigger cabins, and laid for a chance, and stole three tin plates. Tom
said it wasn't enough; but I said nobody wouldn't ever see the plates that Jim
throwed out, because they'd fall in the dog-fennel and jimpson weeds under the
window-hole -- then we could tote them back and he could use them over again.
So Tom was satisfied. Then he says:
"Now, the thing to study out is, how to get the things to Jim."
"Take them in through the hole," I says, "when we get it done."
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He only just looked scornful, and said something about nobody ever heard of
such an idiotic idea, and then he went to studying. By-and-by he said he had
ciphered out two or three ways, but there warn't no need to decide on any of
them yet. Said we'd got to post Jim first.
That night we went down the lightning-rod a little after ten, and took one of
the candles along, and listened under the window-hole, and heard Jim snoring;
so we pitched it in, and it didn't wake him. Then we whirled in with the pick
and shovel, and in about two hours and a half the job was done. We crept in
under Jim's bed and into the cabin, and pawed around and found the candle and
lit it, and stood over Jim a while, and found him looking hearty and healthy, and
then we woke him up gentle and gradual. He was so glad to see us he most
cried; and called us honey, and all the pet names he could think of; and was for
having us hunt up a cold chisel to cut the chain off of his leg with, right away,
and clearing out without losing any time. But Tom he showed him how un-
regular it would be, and set down and told him all about our plans, and how we
could alter them in a minute any time there was an alarm; and not to be the least
afraid, because we would see he got away, sure. So Jim he said it was all right,
and we set there and talked over old times a while, and then Tom asked a lot of
questions, and when Jim told him Uncle Silas come in every day or two to pray
with him, and Aunt Sally come in to see if he was comfortable and had plenty to
eat, and both of them was kind as they could be, Tom says:
"Now I know how to fix it. We'll send you some things by them."
I said, "Don't do nothing of the kind; it's one of the most jackass ideas I
ever struck;" but he never paid no attention to me; went right on. It was his
way when he'd got his plans set.
So he told Jim how we'd have to smuggle in the rope-ladder pie, and other largo
things, by Nat, the nigger that fed him, and he must be on the lookout, and not
be surprised, and not let Nat see him open them; and we would put small things
m uncle's coat pockets and he must steal them out; and we would tie things to
aunt's apron strings or put them in her apron pocket, if we got a chance; and
told him what they would be and what they was for. And told him how to keep
a journal on the shirt with his blood, and all that. He told him everything.
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Jim he couldn't see no sense in the most of it, but he allowed we was white folks
and knowed better than him; so he was satisfied, and said he would do it all just
as Tom said.
Jim had plenty corn-cob pipes and tobacco; so we had a right down good
sociable time; then we crawled out through the hole, and so home to bed, with
hands that looked like they'd been chawed. Tom was in high spirits. He said
it was the best fun he ever had in his life, and the most intellectural; and said if
he only could see his way to it we would keep it up all the rest of our lives
and leave Jim to our children to get out; for he believed Jim would come
to like it better and better the more he got used to it. He said that in that
way it could be strung out to as much as eighty year, and would be the best
time on record. And he said it would make us all celebrated that had a hand
in it.
In the morning we went out to the wood-pile and chopped up the brass candle-
stick into handy sizes, and Tom put them and the pewter spoon in his pocket.
Then we went to the nigger cabins, and while I got Nat's notice off, Tom shoved
a piece of candlestick into the middle of a corn-pone that was in Jim's pan, and
we went along with Nat to see how it would work, and it just worked noble;
when Jim bit into it it most mashed all his teeth out; and there warn't ever any-
thing could a worked better. Tom said so himself. Jim he never let on but what
it was only just a piece of rock or something like that that's always getting into
bread, you know; but after that he never bit into nothing but what he jabbed his
fork into it in three or four places, first.
And whilst we was a standing there in the dimmish light, here comes a couple
of the hounds bulging in, from under Jim's bed; and they kept on piling in till
there was eleven of them, and there warn't hardly room in there to get your
breath. By jings, we forgot to fasten that lean-to door. The nigger Nat he
only just hollered "witches!" once, and keeled over onto the floor amongst the
dogs, and begun to groan like he was dying. Tom jerked the door open and
flung out a slab of Jim's meat, and the dogs went for it, and in two seconds he
was out himself and back again and shut the door, and I knowed he'd fixed the
other door too. Then he went to work on the nigger, coaxing him and petting
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him, and asking him if he'd been imagining he saw something again. He raised
up, and blinked his eyes around, and says:
"Mars Sid, you'll say I's a fool, but if I didn't b'lieve I see most a million
dogs, er devils, er some'n, I wisht I may die right heah in dese tracks. I did, mos'
sholy. Mars Sid, I felt um -- I felt um, sah; dey was all over me. Dad fetch it,
I jis' wisht I could git my han's
on one er dem witches jis' wunst 
-- on'y jis' wunst -- it's all I'd
ast. But mos'ly I wisht dey'd
lemme 'lone, I does."
Tom says:
"Well, I tell you what I
think. What makes them come
here just at this runaway nig-
ger's breakfast-time? It's be-
cause they're hungry; that's the
reason. You make them a
witch pie; that's the thing for
you to do."
"But my lan', Mars Sid,
how's I gwyne to make 'm a
witch pie? I doan' know how
to make it. I hain't ever hearn
er sich a thing b'fo."
"Well, then, I'll have to
make it myself."
"Will you do it, honey? -- will you? I'll wusshup de groun' und' yo' foot, I
will!"
"All right, I'll do it, seeing it's you, and you've been good to us and showed
us the runaway nigger. But you got to be mighty careful. When we come
around, you turn your back; and then whatever we've put in the pan, don't
you let on you see it at all. And don't you look, when Jim unloads the pan --
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something might happen, I don't know what. And above all, don't you handle
the witch-things."
"Hannel 'm Mars Sid? What is you a talkin' 'bout? I wouldn' lay de
weight er my finger on um, not f'r ten huud'd thous'n' billion dollars, I
wouldn't."
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Chapter XXXVII
That was all fixed. So then we went
away and went to the rubbage-pile 
in the back yard where they keep the
old boots, and rags, and pieces of
bottles, and wore-out tin things,
and all such truck, and scratched
around and found an old tin wash-
pan and stopped up the holes as well
as we could, to bake the pie in, and
took it down cellar and stole it full
of flour, and started for breakfast
and found a couple of shingle-nails
that Tom said would be handy for a
prisoner to scrabble his name and
sorrows on the dungeon walls with,
and dropped one of them in Aunt
Sally's apron pocket which was hanging on a chair, and t'other we stuck in the
band of Uncle Silas's hat, which was on the bureau, because we heard the
children say their pa and ma was going to the runaway nigger's house this morn-
ing, and then went to breakfast, and Tom dropped the pewter spoon in Uncle
Silas's coat pocket, and Aunt Sally wasn't come yet, so we had to wait a little
while.
And when she come she was hot, and red, and cross, and couldn't hardly wait
for the blessing; and then she went to sluicing out coffee with one hand and
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cracking the handiest child's head with her thimble with the other, and
says:
"I've hunted high, and I've hunted low, and it does beat all, what has be-
come of your other shirt."
My heart fell down amongst my lungs and livers and things, and a hard piece
of corn-crust started down my throat after it and got met on the road with a
cough and was shot across the table and took one of the children in the
eye and curled him up like a fishing-worm, and let a cry out of him the size of a
war-whoop, and Tom he turned kinder blue around the gills, and it all
amounted to a considerable state of things for about a quarter of a minute or as
much as that, and I would a sold out for half price if there was a bidder. But
after that we was all right again -- it was the sudden surprise of it that knocked
us so kind of cold. Uncle Silas he says:
"It's most uncommon curious, I can't understand it. I know perfectly well
I took it off, because--"
"Because you hain't got but one on. Just listen at the man! I know you
took it off, and know it by a better way than your wool-gethering memory, too,
because it was on the clo'es-line yesterday -- I see it there myself. But it's gone --
that's the long and the short of it, and you'll just have to change to a red flann'l
one till I can get time to make a new one. And it'll be the third I've made in two
years; it just keeps a body on the jump to keep you in shirts; and whatever you do
manage to do with 'm all, is more'n I can make out. A body'd think you would
learn to take some sort of care of 'em, at your time of life."
"I know it, Sally, and I do try all I can. But it oughtn't to be altogether
my fault, because you know I don't see them nor have nothing to do with them
except when they're on me; and I don't believe I've ever lost one of them off
of me."
"Well, it ain't your fault if you haven't, Silas -- you'd a done it if you could,
I reckon. And the shirt ain't all that's gone, nuther. Ther's a spoon gone; and
that ain't all. There was ten, and now ther's only nine. The calf got the shirt
I reckon, but the calf never took the spoon, that's certain."
"Why, what else is gone, Sally?"
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"Ther's six candles gone -- that's what. The rats could a got the candles,
and I reckon they did; I wonder they don't walk off with the whole place, the
way you're always going to stop their holes
and don't do it; and if they warn't fools 
they'd sleep in your hair, Silas -- you'd never
find it out; but you can't lay the spoon on
the rats, and that I know."
"Well, Sally, I'm in fault, and I acknowl-
edge it; I've been remiss; but I won't let
to-morrow go by without stopping up them
holes."
"Oh, I wouldn't hurry, next year'll do.
Matilda Angelina Araminta Phelps!"
Whack comes the thimble, and the child
snatches her claws out of the sugar-bowl
without fooling around any. Just then, the
nigger woman steps onto the passage, and
says:
"Missus, dey's a sheet gone."
"A sheet gone! Well, for the land's
sake!"
"I'll stop up them holes to-day" says
Uncles Silas, looking sorrowful.
"Oh, do shet up! -- spose the rats took the sheet? Where's it gone, Lize?"
"Clah to goodness I hain't no notion, Miss Sally. She wuz on do clo's-line
yistiddy, but she done gone; she ain' dah no mo,' now."
"I reckon the world is coming to an end. I never see the beat of it, in all
my born days. A shirt, and a sheet, and a spoon, and six can--"
"Missus," comes a young yaller wench, "dey's a brass cannelstick miss'n."
"Cler out from here, you hussy, er I'll take a skillet to ye!"
"Well, she was just a biling. I begun to lay for a chance; I reckoned I would
sneak out and go for the woods till the weather moderated. She kept a raging
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right along, running her insurrection all by herself, and everybody else mighty
meek and quiet; and at last Uncle Silas, looking kind of foolish, fishes up that
spoon out of his pocket. She stopped, with her mouth open and her hands up;
and as for me, I wished I was in Jeruslem or somewheres. But not long; be-
"It's just as I expected. So you had it in your pocket all the time; and like
as not you've got the other things there, too. How'd it get there?"
"I reely don't know, Sally," he says, kind of apologizing, "or you know I
would tell. I was a-studying over my text in Acts Seventeen, before breakfast,
and I reckon I put it in there, not noticing, meaning to put my Testament in,
and it must be so, because my Testament ain't in, but I'll go and see, and if the
Testament is where I had it, I'll know I didn't put it in, and that will show that
I laid the Testament down and took up the spoon, and--"
"Oh, for the land's sake! Give a body a rest! Go 'long now, the whole
kit and biling of ye; and don't come nigh me again till I've got back my peace of
mind."
I'd a heard her, if she'd a said it to herself, let alone speaking it out; and I'd
a got up and obeyed her, if I'd a been dead. As we was passing through the
setting-room, the old man he took up his hat, and the shingle-nail fell out on the
floor, and he just merely picked it up and laid it on the mantel-shelf, and never
said nothing, and went out. Tom see him do it, and remembered about the
spoon, and says:
"Well, it ain't no use to send things by him no more, he ain't reliable."
Then he says: "But he done us a good turn with the spoon, anyway, without
knowing it, and so we'll go and do him one without him knowing it -- stop up his
rat-holes."
There was a noble good lot of them, down cellar, and it took us a whole hour,
but we done the job tight and good, and ship-shape. Then we heard steps on
the stairs, and blowed out our light, and hid; and here comes the old man, with
a candle in one hand and a bundle of stuff in t'other, looking as absent-minded
as year before last. He went a mooning around, first to one rat-hole and then
another, till he'd been to them all. Then he stood about five minutes, picking
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tallow-drip off of his candle and thinking. Then he turns off slow and dreamy
towards the stairs, saying:
"Well, for the life of me I can't remember when I done it. I could show
her now that I warn't to blame on account of the rats. But never mind -- let it
go. I reckon it wouldn't do no good."
And so he went on a mumbling upstairs, and then we left. He was a mighty
nice old man. And always is.
Tom was a good deal bothered about what to do for a spoon, but he said we'd
got to have it; so he took a think. When he had ciphered it out, he told me how
we was to do; then we went and waited around the spoon-basket till we see
Aunt Sally coming, and then Tom went to counting the spoons and laying them
out to one side, and I slid one of them up my sleeve, and Tom says:
"Why, Aunt Sally, there ain't but nine spoons, yet."
She says:
"Go 'long to your play, and don't bother me. I know better, I counted 'm
myself."
"Well, I've counted them twice, Aunty, and I can't make but nine."
She looked out of all patience, but of course she come to count -- anybody
would.
"I declare to gracious ther' ain't but nine!" she says. "Why, what in the
world -- plague take the things, I'll count 'm again."
So I slipped back the one I had, and when she got done counting, she says:
"Hang the troublesome rubbage, ther's ten, now!" and she looked huffy and
bothered both. But Tom says:
"Why, Aunty, I don't think there's ten."
"You numskull, didn't you see me count 'm?"
"I know, but--"
"Well, I'll count 'm again."
So I smouched one, and they come out nine same as the other time. Well,
she was in a tearing way -- just a trembling all over, she was so mad. But she
counted and counted, till she got that addled she'd start to countin' the basket
for a spoon, sometimes; and so, three times they come out right, and three times
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they come out wrong. Then she grabbed up the basket and slammed it across the
house and knocked the cat galley-west; and she said cle'r out and let her have
some peace, and if we come bothering
around her again betwixt that and 
dinner, she'd skin us. So we had the
odd spoon; and dropped it in her
apron pocket whilst she was a giving us
our sailing-orders, and Jim got it all
right, along with her shingle-nail, be-
fore noon. We was very well satis-
fied with this business, and Tom al-
lowed it was worth twice the trouble
it took, because he said now she
couldn't ever count them spoons twice
alike again to save her life; and
wouldn't believe she'd counted them
right, if she did; and said that after
she'd about counted her head off, for
the next three days, he judged she'd
give it up and offer to kill anybody
that wanted her to ever count them any more.
So we put the sheet back on the line, that night, and stole one out of her
closet; and kept on putting it back and stealing it again, for a couple of days,
till she didn't know how many sheets she had, any more, and said she didn't
care, and warn't agoing to bullyrag the rest of her soul out about it, and wouldn't
count them again not to save her life, she druther die first.
So we was all right now, as to the shirt and the sheet and the spoon and the
candles, by the help of the calf and the rats and the mixed-up counting; and as
to the candlestick, it warn't no consequence, it would blow over by-and-by.
But that pie was a job; we had no end of trouble with that pie. We fixed it
up away down in the woods, and cooked it there; and we got it done at last,
and very satisfactory, too; but not all in one day; and we had to use up three
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washpans full of flour, before we got through, and we got burnt pretty much all
over, in places, and eyes put out with the smoke; because, you see, we didn't
want nothing but a crust, and we couldn't prop it up right, and she would
always cave in. But of course we thought of the right way at last; which was
to cook the ladder, too, in the pie. So then we laid in with Jim, the second night,
and tore up the sheet all in little strings, and twisted them together, and long
before daylight we had a lovely rope, that you could a hung a person with.
We let on it took nine months to make it.
And in the forenoon we took it down to
the woods, but it wouldn't go in the pie. 
Being made of a whole sheet, that way, there
was rope enough for forty pies, if we'd a
wanted them, and plenty left over for soup,
or sausage, or anything you choose. We
could a had a whole dinner.
But we didn't need it. All we needed was
just enough for the pie, and so we throwed
the rest away. We didn't cook none of the
pies in the washpan, afraid the solder would
melt; but Uncle Silas he had a noble brass
warming-pan which he thought considerable
of, because it belonged to one of his ancestors
with a long wooden handle that come over
from England with William the Conqueror
in the Mayflower or one of them early ships
and was hid away up garret with a lot of
other old pots and things that was valuable, not on account of being any account
because they warn't, but on account of them being ??relicts, you know, and we
snaked her out, private, and took her down there, but she failed on the first pies,
because we didn't know how, but she come up smiling on the last one. We took
and lined her with dough, and set her in the coals, and loaded her up with rag-
rope, and put on a dough roof, and shut down the lid, and put hot embers on
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top, and stood off five foot, with the long handle, cool and comfortable, and in
fifteen minutes she turned out a pie that was a satisfaction to look at. But the
person that et it would want to fetch a couple of kags of toothpicks along, for
if that rope-ladder wouldn't cramp him down to business, I don't know nothing
what I'm talking about, and lay him in enough stomach-ache to last him till next
time, too.
Nat didn't look, when we put the witch-pie in Jim's pan; and we put the three
tin plates in the bottom of the pan under the vittles; and so Jim got everything
all right, and as soon as he was by himself he busted into the pie and hid the rope-
ladder inside of his straw tick, and scratched some marks on a tin plate and
throwed it out of the window-hole.
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Chapter XXXVIII
Making them pens was a distressid-
tough job, and so was the saw; and 
Jim allowed the inscription was
going to be the toughest of all.
That's the one which the prisoner
has to scrabble on the wall. But we
had to have it; Tom said we'd got
to; there warn't no case of a state
prisoner not scrabbling his inscrip-
tion to leave behind, and his coat of
arms.
"Look at Lady Jane Grey," he
says; "look at Gilford Dudley;
look at old Northumberland! Why,
Huck, spose it is considerble trouble?
-- what you going to do? -- how you
going to get around it? Jim's got
to do his inscription and coat of
arms. They all do."
Jim says:
"Why, Mars Tom, I hain't got no coat o' arms; I hain't got nuffn but dish-
yer ole shirt, en you knows I got to keep de journal on dat."
"Oh, you don't understand, Jim: a coat of arms is very different."
"Well," I says, "Jim's right, anyway, when he says he hain't got no coat of
arms, because he hain't."
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"I reckon I knowed that," Tom says, "but you bet he'll have one before he
goes out of this -- because he's going out right, and there ain't going to be no
flaws in his record."
So whilst me and Jim filed away at the pens on a brickbat apiece, Jim a
making his'n out of the brass and I making mine out of the spoon, Tom set to
work to think out the coat of arms. By-and-by he said he'd struck so many good
ones he didn't hardly know which to take, but there was one which he reckoned
he'd decide on. He says:
"On the scutcheon we'll have a bend or in the dexter base, a sal tire murrey
in the fess, with a dog, couchant, for common charge, and under his foot a chain
embattled, for slavery, with a chevron vert in a chief engrailed, and three
invected lines on a field azure, with the nombril points rampant on a dancette
indented; crest, a runaway nigger, sable, with his bundle over his shoulder on a
bar sinister: and a couple of gules for supporters, which is you and me;
motto, Maggiore fretta, minore atto. Got it out of a book -- means, the more
haste, the less speed."
"Geewhillikins," I says, "but what does the rest of it mean?"
"We ain't got no time to bother over that," he says, "we got to dig in like
all git-out."
"Well, anyway," I says, "what's some of it? What's a fess?"
"A fess a fess is -- you don't need to know what a fess is. I'll show him
how to make it when he gets to it."
"Shucks, Tom," I says, "I think you might tell a person. What's a bar
sinister?"
"Oh, I don't know. But he's got to have it. All the nobility does."
That was just his way. If it didn't suit him to explain a thing to you, he
wouldn't do it. You might pump at him a week, it wouldn't make no
difference.
He'd got all that coat of arms business fixed, so now he started in to finish
up the rest of that part of the work, which was to plan out a mournful inscrip-
tion -- said Jim got to have one, like they all done. He made up a lot, and wrote
them out on a paper, and read them off, so:
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1. Here a captive heart busted.
2. Here a poor prisoner, forsook by the world and friends, fretted out his
sorrowful life.
3. Here a lonely heart broke, and a worn spirit went to its rest, after thirty-
seven years of solitary captivity.
4. Here, homeless and friendless, after thirty-seven years of bitter captivity,
perished a noble stranger, natural son of Louis XIV.
Tom's voice trembled, whilst he was reading them, and he most broke down.
When he got done, he couldn't no way make up his mind which one for Jim to
scrabble onto the wall, they was all so good; but at last he allowed he would let
him scrabble them all on. Jim said it would take him a year to scrabble such a
lot of truck onto the logs with a nail, and he didn't know how to make letters,
besides; but Tom said he would block them out for him, and then he wouldn't
have nothing to do but just follow the lines. Then pretty soon he says:
"Come to think, the logs ain't agoing to do; they don't have log walls in a
dungeon: we got to dig the inscriptions into a rock. We'll fetch a rock."
Jim said the rock was worse than the logs; he said it would take him such a
pison long time to dig them into a rock, he wouldn't ever get out. But Tom said
he would let me help him do it. Then he took a look to see how me and Jim
was getting along with the pens. It was most pesky tedious hard work and slow,
and didn't give my hands no show to get well of the sores, and we didn't seem to
make no headway, hardly. So Tom says:
"I know how to fix it. We got to have a rock for the coat of arms and
mournful inscriptions, and we can kill two birds with that same rock. There's a
gaudy big grindstone down at the mill, and we'll smouch it, and carve the things
on it, and file out the pens and the saw on it, too."
It warn't no slouch of an idea; and it warn't no slouch of a grindstone
nuther; but we allowed we'd tackle it. It warn't quite midnight, yet, so we
cleared out for the mill, leaving Jim at work. We smouched the grindstone,
and set out to roll her home, but it was a most nation tough job. Sometimes, do
what we could, we couldn't keep her from falling over, and she come mighty
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near mashing us, every time. Tom said she was going to get one of us, sure,
before we got through. We got her half way; and then we was plumb played
out, and most drownded with sweat. We see it warn't no use, we got to go and
fetch Jim. So he raised up his bed and slid the chain off of the bed-leg, and
wrapt it round and round his neck, and we crawled out through our hole and
down there, and Jim and me laid into that grindstone and walked her along like
nothing; and Tom superintended. He could out-superintend any boy I ever see.
He knowed how to do everything.
Our hole was pretty big, but it warn't big enough to get the grindstone
through; but Jim he took the pick and soon made it big enough. Then Tom
marked out them things on it with the nail, and set Jim to work on them, with
the nail for a chisel and an iron bolt from the rubbage in the lean-to for a
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hammer, and told him to work till the rest of his candle quit on him, and then
he could go to bed, and hide the grindstone under his straw tick and sleep on it.
Then we helped him fix his chain back on the bed-leg, and was ready for bed our-
selves. But Tom thought of something, and says:
"You got any spiders in here, Jim?"
"No, sah, thanks to goodness I hain't, Mars Tom."
"All right, we'll get you some."
"But bless you, honey, I doan' want none. I's afeard un um. I jis' 's soon
have rattlesnakes aroun'."
Tom thought a minute or two, and says:
"It's a good idea. And I reckon it's been done. It must a been done; it
stands to reason. Yes, it's a prime good idea. Where could you keep it?"
"Keep what, Mars Tom?"
"Why, a rattlesnake."
"De goodness gracious alive, Mars Tom! Why, if dey was a rattlesnake to
come in heah, I'd take en bust right out thoo dat log wall, I would, wid my
head."
"Why, Jim, you wouldn't be afraid of it, after a little. You could tame it."
"Tame it!"
"Yes -- easy enough. Every animal is grateful for kindness and petting, and
they wouldn't think of hurting a person that pets them. Any book will tell
you that. You try -- that's all I ask; just try for two or three days.' Why, you
can get him so, in a little while, that he'll love you; and sleep with you; and
won't stay away from you a minute; and will let you wrap him round your neck
and put his head in your mouth."
"Please, Mars Tom -- doan' talk so! I can't stan' it! He'd let me shove his
head in my mouf -- fer a favor, hain't it? I lay he'd wait a pow'ful long time 'fo'
I ast him. En mo' en dat, I doan' want him to sleep wid me."
"Jim, don't act so foolish. A prisoner's got to have some kind of a dumb
pet, and if a rattlesnake hain't ever been tried, why, there's more glory to be
gained in your being the first to ever try it than any other way you could ever
think of to save your life."
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"Why, Mars Tom, I doan' want no sich glory. Snake take 'n bite Jim's
chin off, den whah is de glory? No, sah, I doan' want no sich doin's."
"Blame it, can't you try? I only want you to try -- you needn't keep it up if
it don't work."
"But de trouble all done, ef de snake bite me while I's a tryin' him.
Mars Tom, I's willin' to tackle mos' anything 'at ain't onreasonable, but ef you
en Huck fetches a rattlesnake in heah for me to tame, I's gwyne to leave, dat's
shore."
"Well, then, let it go, let it go, if you're so bullheaded about it. We can get
you some garter-snakes and you can tie some buttons on their tails, and let on
they're rattlesnakes, and I reckon that'll have to do."
"I k'n stan' dem, Mars Tom, but blame' 'f I couldn' get along widout urn,
I tell you dat. I never knowed b'fo', 't was so much bother and trouble to be a
prisoner."
"Well, it always is, when it's done right. You got any rats around
here?"
"No, sah, I hain't seed none."
"Well, we'll get you some rats."
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"Why, Mars Tom, I doan' want no rats. Dey's de dad-blamedest creturs to
sturb a body, en rustle roun' over 'im, en bite his feet, when he's tryin' to sleep, I
ever see. No, sah, gimme g'yarter-snakes, 'f I's got to have 'm, but doan' gimme
no rats, I ain' got no use f'r um, skasely."
"But Jim, you got to have 'em -- they all do. So don't make no more fuss
about it. Prisoners ain't ever without rats. There ain't no instance of it.
And they train them, and pet them, and learn them tricks, and they get to
be as sociable as flies. But you got to play music to them. You got anything
to play music on?"
"I ain' got nuffn but a coase comb en a piece o' paper, en a juice-harp; but
I reck'n dey wouldn' take no stock in a juice-harp."
"Yes they would. They don't care what kind of music 'tis. A Jew-sharp's
plenty good enough for a rat. All animals likes music -- in a prison they dote on
it. Specially, painful music; and you can't get no other kind out of a jews-
harp. It always interests them; they come out to see what's the matter with you.
Yes, you're all right; you're fixed very well. You want to set on your bed,
nights, before you go to sleep, and early in the mornings, and play your jews-
harp; play The Last Link is Broken -- that's the thing that'll scoop a rat,
quicker'n anything else: and when you've played about two minutes, you'll see
all the rats, and the snakes, and spiders, and things begin to feel worried
about you, and come. And they'll just fairly swarm over you, and have a noble
good time."
"Yes, dey will, I reck'n, Mars Tom, but what kine er time is Jim havin'?
Blest if I kin see de pint. But I'll do it ef I got to. I reck'n I better keep de
animals satisfied, en not have no trouble in de house."
Tom waited to think over, and see if there wasn't nothing else; and pretty
soon he says:
"Oh -- there's one thing I forgot. Could you raise a flower here, do you
reckon?"
"I doan' know but maybe I could, Mars Tom; but it's tolable dark in
heah, en I ain' got no use f'r no flower, nohow, en she'd be a pow'ful sight o'
trouble."
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"Well, you try it, anyway. Some other prisoners has done it."
"One er dem big cat-tail-lookin' mullen-stalks would grow in heah, Mars Tom,
I reck'n, but she wouldn' be wuth half de trouble she'd coss."
"Don't you believe it. We'll fetch you a little one, and you plant it in the
corner, over there, and raise it. And don't call it mullen, call it Pitchiola --
that's its right name, when it's in a prison. And you want to water it with your
tears."
"Why, I got plenty spring water, Mars Tom."
"You don't want spring water; you want to water it with your tears. It's
the way they always do."
"Why, Mars Tom, I lay I kin raise one er dem mullen-stalks twyste wid
spring water whiles another man's a start'n one wid tears."
"That ain't the idea. You got to do it with tears."
"She'll die on my han's, Mars Tom, she sholy will; kase I doan' skasely ever
cry."
So Tom was stumped. But he studied it over, and then said Jim would have
to worry along the best he could
with an onion. He promised 
he would go to the nigger cabins
and drop one, private, in Jim's
coffee-pot, in the morning. Jim
said he would "jis' 's soon have
tobacker in his coffee;" and found
so much fault with it, and with
the work and bother of raising
the mullen, and jews-harping the
rats, and petting and flattering
up the snakes and spiders and
things, on top of all the other
work he had to do on pens, and
inscriptions, and journals, and things, which made it more trouble and worry and
responsibility to be a prisoner than anything he ever undertook, that Tom most
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lost all patience with him; and said he was just loadened down with more
gaudier chances than a prisoner ever had in the world to make a name for him-
self, and yet he didn't know enough to appreciate them, and they was just about
wasted on him. So Jim he was sorry, and said he wouldn't behave so no more,
and then me and Tom shoved for bed.
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Chapter XXXIX
In the morning we went up to the village
and bought a wire rat trap and fetch- 
ed it down, and unstopped the best rat
hole, and in about an hour we had fifteen
of the bulliest kind of ones; and then we
took it and put it in a safe place under
Aunt Sally's bed. But while we was gone
for spiders, little Thomas Franklin Ben-
jamin Jefferson Elexander Phelps found
it there, and opened the door of it to see
if the rats would come out, and they did;
and Aunt Sally she come in, and when we
got back she was a standing on top of the
bed raising Cain, and the rats was doing
what they could to keep off the dull times
for her. So she took and dusted us both
with the hickry, and we was as much as
two hours catching another fifteen or six-
teen, drat that meddlesome cub, and they
warn't the likeliest, nuther, because the first haul was the pick of the flock. I
never see a likelier lot of rats than what that first haul was.
We got a splendid stock of sorted spiders, and bugs, and frogs, and cater-
pillars, and one thing or another; and we like-to got a hornet's nest, but we
didn't. The family was at home. We didn't give it right up, but staid with
them as long as we could; because we allowed we'd tire them out or they'd
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got to tire us out, and they done it. Then we got allycumpain and rubbed on
the places, and was pretty near all right again, but couldn't set down convenient.
And so we went for the snakes, and grabbed a couple of dozen garters and house-
snakes, and put them in a bag, and put it in our room, and by that time it was
supper time, and a rattling good honest day's work; and hungry? -- oh, no, I
reckon not! And there warn't a blessed snake up there, when we went back -- we
didn't half tie the sack, and they worked out, somehow, and left. But it didn't
matter much, because they was still on the premises somewheres. So we judged
we could get some of them again. No, there warn't no real scarcity of snakes
about the house for a considerble spell. You'd see them dripping from the
rafters and places, every now and then; and they generly landed in your plate,
or down the back of your neck, and most of the time where you didn't want them.
"Well, they was handsome, and striped, and there warn't no harm in a million of
them; but that never made no difference to Aunt Sally, she despised snakes, be the
breed what they might, and she couldn't stand them no way you could fix it; and
every time one of them flopped down on her, it didn't make no difference what
she was doing, she would just lay that work down and light out. I never see
such a woman. And you could hear her whoop to Jericho. You couldn't get
her to take aholt of one of them with the tongs. And if she turned over
and found one in bed, she would scramble out and lift a howl that you would
think the house was afire. She disturbed the old man so, that he said he
could most wish there hadn't ever been no snakes created. Why, after every last
snake had been gone clear out of the house for as much as a week, Aunt Sally
warn't over it yet; she warn't near over it; when she was setting thinking about
something, you could touch her on the back of her neck with a feather and she
would jump right out of her stockings. It was very curious. But Tom said all
women was just so. He said they was made that way; for some reason or
other.
We got a licking every time one of our snakes come in her way; and she al-
lowed these lickings warn't nothing to what she would do if we ever loaded up the
place again with them. I didn't mind the lickings, because they didn't amount
to nothing; but I minded the trouble we had, to lay in another lot. But we got
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them laid in, and all the other things; and you never see a cabin as blithesome as
Jim's was when they'd all swarm out for music and go for him. Jim didn't like
the spiders, and the spiders didn't like Jim; and so they'd lay for him and make
it mighty warm for him. And he said that between the rats, and the snakes, and
the grindstone, there warn't no room in bed for him, skasely; and when there
was, a body couldn't sleep, it was so lively, and it was always lively, he said, be-
cause they never all slept at one time, but took turn about, so when the snakes
was asleep the rats was on deck, and when the rats turned in the snakes come on
watch, so he always had one gang under him, in his way, and t'other gang hav-
ing a circus over him, and if he got up to hunt a new place, the spiders would
take a chance at him as he crossed over. He said if he ever got out, this time, he
wouldn't ever be a prisoner again, not for a salary.
Well, by the end of three weeks, everything was in pretty good shape. The
shirt was sent in early, in a pie, and every
time a rat bit Jim he would get up and 
write a little in his journal whilst the ink
was fresh; the pens was made, the in-
scriptions and so on was all carved on
the grindstone; the bed-leg was sawed in
two, and we had et up the sawdust, and it
give us a most amazing stomach-ache.
We reckoned we was all going to die, but
didn't. It was the most undigestible
sawdust I ever see; and Tom said the
same. But as I was saying, we'd got all
the work done, now, at last; and we was
all pretty much fagged out, too, but
mainly Jim. The old man had wrote a
couple of times to the plantation below
Orleans to come and get their runaway nigger, but hadn't got no answer, because
there warn't no such plantation; so he allowed he would advertise Jim in the St.
Louis and New Orleans papers; and when he mentioned the St. Louis ones, it
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give me the cold shivers, and I see we hadn't no time to lose. So Tom said,
now for the nonnamous letters.
"What's them?" I says.
"Warnings to the people that something is up. Sometimes it's done one
way, sometimes another. But there's always somebody spying around, that gives
notice to the governor of the castle. When Louis XVI was going to light out of
the Tooleries, a servant-girl done it. It's a very good way, and so is the non-
namous letters. We'll use them both. And it's usual for the prisoner's mother
to change clothes with him, and she stays in, and he slides out in her clothes.
We'U do that too."
"But looky here, Tom, what do we want to warn anybody for, that some-
thing's up? Let them find it out for themselves -- it's their lookout."
"Yes, I know.; but you can't depend on them. It's the way they've acted
from the very start -- left us to do everything. They're so confiding and mullet-
headed they don't take notice of nothing at all. So if we don't give them notice,
there won't be nobody nor nothing to interfere with us, and so after all our
hard work and trouble this escape 'll go off perfectly flat: won't amount to noth-
ing -- won't be nothing to it."
"Well, as for me, Tom, that's the way I'd like."
"Shucks," he says, and looked disgusted. So I says:
"But I ain't going to make no complaint. Anyway that suits you suits me.
What you going to do about the servant-girl?"
"You'll be her. You slide in, in the middle of the night, and hook that
yaller girl's frock."
"Why, Tom, that'll make trouble next morning; because of course she prob'-
bly hain't got any but that one."
"I know; but you don't want it but fifteen minutes, to carry the nonnamous
letter and shove it under the front door."
"All right, then, I'll do it; but I could carry it just as handy in my own
togs."
"You wouldn't look like a servant-girl then, would you?"
"No, but there won't be nobody to see what I look like, anyway."
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That ain't got nothing to do with it. The thing for us to do, is just to do
our duty, and not worry about whether anybody sees us do it or not. Hain't you
got no principle at all?"
All right, I ain't saying nothing; I'm the servant-girl. Who's Jim's
mother?1
"I'm his mother. I'll
hook a gown from Aunt 
Sally."
"Well, then, you'll have
Lo stay in the cabin when me
and Jim leaves."
"Not much. I'll stuff
Jim's clothes full of straw
and lay it on his bed to re-
present his mother in dis-
guise, and Jim 'll take the
nigger woman's gown off of
me and wear it, and we'll all
evade together. When a pri-
soner of style escapes, it's
called an evasion. It's al-
ways called so when a king
escapes, f'rinstance. And the
same with a king's son; it
don't make no difference
whether he's a natural one or an unnatural one."
So Tom he wrote the nonnamous letter, and I smouched the yaller wench's
frock, that night, and put it on, and shoved it under the front door, the way Tom
told me to. It said:
Beware. Trouble is brewing. Keep a sharp lookout. -- Unknown Friend.
Next night we stuck a picture which Tom drawed in blood, of a skull and
crossbones, on the front door: and next night another one of a coffin, on the
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back door. I never see a family in such a sweat. They couldn't a been worse
scared if the place had a been full of ghosts laying for them behind everything
and under the beds and shivering through the air. If a door banged, Aunt Sally
she jumped, and said "ouch!" if anything fell, she jumped and said "ouch!"
if you happened to touch her, when she warn't noticing, she done the same; she
couldn't face noway and be satisfied, because she allowed there was something
behind her every time -- so she was always a whirling around, sudden, and saying
"ouch," and before sha'd get two-thirds around, she'd whirl back again, and
say it again; and she was afraid to go to bed, but she dasn't set up. So the
thing was working very well, Tom said; he said he never see a thing work more
satisfactory. He said it showed it was done right.
So he said, now for the grand bulge! So the very next morning at the
streak of dawn we got another letter ready, and was wondering what we better
do with it, because we heard them say at supper they was going to have a nigger
on watch at both doors all night. Tom he went down the lightning-rod to spy
around; and the nigger at the back door was asleep, and he stuck it in the back
of his neck and come back. This letter said:
> Don't betray me, I wish to be your friend. There is a desprate gang of cutthroats from over
> in the Ingean Territory going to steal your runaway nigger to-night, and they have been trying to
> scare you so as you will stay in the house and not bother them. I am one of the gang, but have
> got religgion and wish to quit it and lead a honest life again, and will betray the helish design.
> They will sneak down from northards, along the fence, at midnight exact, with a false key, and go
> in the nigger's cabin to get him. I am to be off a piece and blow a tin horn if I see any danger;
> but stead of that, I will BA like a sheep soon as they get in and not blow at all; then whilst they are
> getting his chains loose, you slip there and lock them in, and can kill them at your leasure. Don't
> do anything but just the way I am telling you, if you do they will suspicion something and raise
> whoopjamboreehoo. I do not wish any reward but to know I have done the right thing.
>
> Unknown Friend
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Chapter XL
We was feeling pretty good, after break-
fast, and took my canoe and went 
over the river a fishing, with a lunch,
and had a good time, and took a look
at the raft and found her all right,
and got home late to supper, and
found them in such a sweat and
worry they didn't know which end
they was standing on, and made us
go right off to bed the minute we
was done supper, and wouldn't tell
us what the trouble was, and never
let on a word about the new letter,
but didn't need to, because we
knowed as much about it as any-
body did, and as soon as we was
half upstairs and her back was turned, we slid for the cellar cubboard and loaded
up a good lunch and took it up to our room and went to bed, and got up
about half-past eleven, and Tom put on Aunt Sally's dress that he stole and
was going to start with the lunch, but says:
"Where's the butter?"
"I laid out a hunk of it," I says, "on a piece of a corn-pone."
"Well, you left it laid out, then -- it ain't here."
"We can get along without it," I says.
"We can get along with it, too," he says; "just you slide down cellar and
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fetch it. And then mosey right down the lightning-rod and come along. I'll
go and stuff the straw into Jim's clothes to represent his mother in disguise, and
be ready to ba like a sheep and shove soon as you get there."
So out he went, and down cellar went I. The hunk of butter, big as a
person's fist, was where I had left it, so I took up the slab of corn-pone with it
on, and blowed out my light, and started upstairs, very stealthy, and got up to
the main floor all right, but here comes Aunt Sally with a candle, and I clapped
the truck in my hat, and clapped my hat on my head, and the next second she
see me; and she says:
"You been down cellar?"
"Yes'm."
"What you been doing down there?"
"Noth'n."
"Noth'n!"
"No'm."
"Well, then, what possessed you to go down there, this time of night?"
"I don't know'm."
"You don't know? Don't answer me that way, Tom, I want to know what
you been doing down there?"
"I hain't been doing a single thing, Aunt Sally, I hope to gracious if I
have."
I reckoned she'd let me go, now, and as a generl thing she would; but I
spose there was so many strange things going on she was just in a sweat about
every little thing that warn't yard-stick straight; so she says, very decided:
"You just march into that setting-room and stay there till I come. You
been up to something you no business to, and I lay I'll find out what it is before
I'm done with you."
So she went away as I opened the door and walked into the setting-room. My,
but there was a crowd there! Fifteen farmers, and every one of them had a gun.
I was most powerful sick, and slunk to a chair and set down. They was setting
around, some of them talking a little, in a low voice, and all of them fidgety and
uneasy, but trying to look like they warn't; but I knowed they was, because they
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was always taking off their hats, and putting them on, and scratching their heads,
and changing their seats, and fumbling with their buttons. I warn't easy myself
but I didn't take my hat off, all the same.
I did wish Aunt Sally would come, and get done with me, and lick me, if
she wanted to, and let me get away and tell Tom how we'd overdone this thing,
and what a thundering hornet's nest we'd got ourselves into, so we could stop
fooling around, straight off, and clear out with Jim before these rips got out of
patience and come for us.
At last she come, and begun to ask me questions, but I couldn't answer them
straight, I didn't know which end of me was up; because these men was in such
a fidget now, that some was wanting to start right now and lay for them desper-
adoes, and saying it warn't but a few minutes to midnight; and others was trying
to get them to hold on and wait for the sheep-signal; and here was aunty
pegging away at the questions, and me a shaking all over and ready to sink down
in my tracks I was that scared; and the place getting hotter and hotter, and the
butter beginning to melt and run down my neck and behind my ears: and pretty
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soon, when one of them says, "I'm for going and getting in the cabin first, and
right now, and catching them when they come," I most dropped; and a streak of
butter come a trickling down my forehead, and Aunt Sally she see it, and turns
white as a sheet, and says:
"For the land's sake what is the matter with the child! -- he's got the
brain fever as shore as you're born, and they're oozing out!"
And everybody runs to see, and she snatches off my hat, and out comes the
bread, and what was left of the butter, and she grabbed me, and hugged me, and
says:
"Oh, what a turn you did give me! and how glad and grateful I am it ain't
no worse; for luck's against us, and it never rains but it pours, and when I see
that truck I thought we'd lost you, for I knowed by the color and all, it was just
like your brains would be if -- Dear, dear, whyd'nt you tell me that was what
you'd been down there for, I wouldn't a cared. Now cler out to bed, and don't
lemme see no more of you till morning!"
I was upstairs in a second, and down the lightning-rod in another one, and
shinning through the dark for the lean-to. I couldn't hardly get my words out,
I was so anxious; but I told Tom as quick as I could, we must jump for it, now,
and not a minute to lose -- the house full of men, yonder, with guns!
His eyes just blazed; and he says:
"No! -- is that so? Ain't it bully! Why, Huck, if it was to do over again,
I bet I could fetch two hundred! If we could put it off till--"
"Hurry! hurry!" I says. "Where's Jim?"
"Right at your elbow; if you reach out your arm you can touch him. He's
dressed, and everything's ready. Now we'll slide out and give the sheep-
signal."
But then we heard the tramp of men, coming to the door, and heard them
begin to fumble with the padlock; and heard a man say:
"I told you we'd be too soon; they haven't come -- the door is locked. Here,
I'll lock some of you into the cabin and you lay for 'em in the dark and kill 'em
when they come; and the rest scatter around a piece, and listen if you can hear
'em coming."
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So in they come, but couldn't see us in the dark, and most trod on us whilst
we was hustling to get under the bed. But we got under all right, and out
through the hole, swift but soft -- Jim first, me next, and Tom last, which was
according to Tom's orders. Now we was in the lean-to, and heard trampings
close by outside. So we crept to the door, and Tom stopped us there and put his
eye to the crack, but couldn't make out
nothing, it was so dark; and whispered 
and said he would listen for the steps to
get further, and when he nudged us Jim
must glide out first, and him last. So
he set his ear to the crack and listened,
and listened, and listened, and the steps
a scraping around, out there, all the time;
and at last he nudged us, and we slid out,
and stooped down, not breathing, and
not making the least noise, and slipped
stealthy towards the fence, in Injun file,
and got to it, all right, and me and Jim
over it; but Tom's britches catched
fast on a splinter on the top rail, and
then he hear the steps coming, so he
had to pull loose, which snapped the
splinter and made a noise; and as he
dropped in our tracks and started,
somebody sings out:
"Who's that? Answer, or I'll shoot!"
But we didn't answer; we just unfurled our heels and shoved. Then there
was a rush, and a bang, bang, bang! and the bullets fairly whizzed around us!
We heard them sing out:
"Here they are! They've broke for the river! after 'em, boys! And turn
loose the dogs!"
So here they come, full tilt. We could hear them, because they wore boots.
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and yelled, but we didn't wear no boots, and didn't yell. We was in the path to
the mill; and when they got pretty close onto us, we dodged into the bush and let
them go by, and then dropped in behind them. They'd had all the dogs shut up,
so they wouldn't scare off the robbers; but by this time somebody had let them
loose, and here they come, making pow-wow enough for a million; but they was
our dogs; so we stopped in our tracks till they catched up; and when they see iv
warn't nobody but us, and no excitement to offer them, they only just said howdy,
and tore right ahead towards the shouting and clattering; and then we up steam
again and whizzed along after them till we was nearly to the mill, and then struck
up through the bush to where my canoe was tied, and hopped in and pulled for
dear life towards the middle of the river, but didn't make no more noise than
we was obleeged to. Then we struck out, easy and comfortable, for the island
where my raft was; and we could hear them yelling and barking at each other all
up and down the bank, till we was so far away the sounds got dim and died out.
And when we stepped onto the raft, I says:
"Now, old Jim, you're a free man again, and I bet you won't ever be a slave
no more."
"En a mighty good job it wuz, too, Huck. It 'uz planned beautiful, en it 'uz
done beautiful; en dey ain't nobody kin git up a plan dat's mo' mixed-up en
splendid den what dat one wuz."
We was all as glad as we could be, but Tom was the gladdest of all, because
he had a bullet in the calf of his leg.
When me and Jim heard that, we didn't feel so brash as what we did before.
It was hurting him considerble, and bleeding; so we laid him in the wigwam
and tore up one of the duke's shirts for to bandage him, but he says:
"Gimme the rags, I can do it myself. Don't stop, now; don't fool around
here, and the evasion booming along so handsome; man the sweeps, and set her
loose! Boys, we done it elegant! -- 'deed we did. I wish we'd a had the handling
of Louis XVI, there wouldn't a been no 'Son of Saint Louis, ascend to heaven!'
wrote down in his biography: no, sir, we'd a whooped him over the border --
that's what we'd a done with him -- and done it just as slick as nothing at all, too.
Man the sweeps -- man the sweeps!"
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But me and Jim was consulting -- and thinking. And after we'd thought a
minute, I says:
"Say it, Jim."
So he says:
"Well, den, dis is de way it look to me, Huck. Ef it wuz him dat 'uz
bein' sot free, en one er de boys wuz to git shot, would he say, 'Go on
en save me, nemmine 'bout a doctor f'r to save dis one? Is dat like Mars
Tom Sawyer? Would he say dat? You let he wouldn't! Well, den, is Jim
gwyne to say it? No, sah -- I doan' budge a step out'n dis place, 'dout a doctor;
not if it's forty year!"
I knowed he was white inside,
and I reckoned he'd say what he did 
say -- so it was all right, now, and I
told Tom I was agoing for a doctor.
He raised considerble row about it,
but me and Jim stuck to it and
wouldn't budge; so he was for crawl-
ing out and setting the raft loose
himself; but we wouldn't let him.
Then he give us a piece of his mind
-- but it didn't do no good.
So when he see me getting the
canoe ready, he says:
"Well, then, if you're bound to
go, I'll tell you the way to do, when
you get to the village. Shut the
door, and blindfold the doctor tight
and fast, and make him swear to be
silent as the grave, and put a purse
full of gold in his hand, and then
take and lead him all around the back alleys and everywheres, in the dark, and
then fetch him here in the canoe, in a roundabout way amongst the islands,
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and search him and take his chalk away from him, and don't give it back to
him till you get him back to the village, or else he will chalk this raft so
he can find it again. It's the way they all do."
So I said I would, and left, and Jim was to hide in the woods when he see
the doctor coming, till he was gone again.
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Chapter XLI
The doctor was an old man; a very nice,
kind-looking old man, when I got 
him up. I told him me and my
brother was over on Spanish Island
hunting, yesterday afternoon, and
camped on a piece of a raft we found,
and about midnight he must a kicked
his gun in his dreams, for it went off
and shot him in the leg, and we
wanted him to go over there and
fix it and not say nothing about it,
nor let anybody know, because we
wanted to come home this evening,
and surprise the folks.
"Who is your folks?" he says.
"The Phelpses, down yonder."
"Oh," he says. And after a minute, he says: "How'd you say he got
shot?"
"He had a dream," I says, "and it shot him."
"Singular dream," he says.
So he lit up his lantern, and got his saddle-bags, and we started. But when
he see the canoe, he didn't like the look of her -- said she was big enough for one,
but didn't look pretty safe for two. I says:
"Oh, you needn't be afeard, sir, she carried the three of us, easy enough."
"What three?"
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"Why, me and Sid, and -- and -- and the guns; that's what I mean."
"Oh," he says.
But he put his foot on the gunnel, and rocked her; and shook his head, and said
he reckoned he'd look around for a bigger one. But they was all locked and chained;
so he took my canoe, and said for me to wait till he come back, or I could hunt
around further, or maybe I better go down home and get them ready for the sur-
prise, if I wanted to. But I said I didn't; so I told him just how to find the
raft, and then he started.
I struck an idea, pretty soon, I says to myself, spos'n he can't fix that
leg just in three shakes of a
sheep's tail, as the saying is? 
spos'n it takes him three or
four days? What are we going
to do? -- lay around there till
he lets the cat out of the
bag? No, sir, I know what I'll
do. I'll wait, and when he comes
back, if he says he's got to go
any more, I'll get down there,
too, if I swim; and we'll take
and tie him, and keep him, and
shove out down the river; and
when Tom's done with him,
we'll give him what it's worth,
or all we got, and then let him
get shore.
So then I crept into a lumber
pile to get some sleep; and next
time I waked up the sun was
away up over my head! I shot
out and went for the doctor's house, but they told me he'd gone away in the
night, some time or other, and warn't back yet. Well, thinks I, that looks
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powerful bad for Tom, and I'll dig out for the island, right off. So away I
shoved, and turned the corner, and nearly rammed my head into Uncle Silas's
stomach! He says:
"Why, Tom! Where you been, all this time, you rascal?"
"I hain't been nowheres," I says, "only just hunting for the runaway nigger
-- me and Sid."
"Why, where ever did you go?" he says. "Your aunt's been mighty un-
easy."
"She needn't," I says, "because we was all right. We followed the men and
the dogs, but they out-run us, and we lost them; but we thought we heard them
on the water, so we got a canoe and took out after them, and crossed over but
couldn't find nothing of them; so we cruised along up-shore till we got kind of
tired and beat out; and tied up the canoe and went to sleep, and never waked
up till about an hour ago, then we paddled over here to hear the news, and
Sid's at the post-office to see what he can hear, and I'm a branching out to get
something to eat for us, and then we're going home."
So then we went to the post-office to get "Sid "; but just as I suspicioned, he
warn't there; so the old man he got a letter out of the office, and we waited a
while longer but Sid didn't come; so the old man said come along, let Sid foot it
home, or canoe-it, when he got done fooling around -- but we would ride. I
couldn't get him to let me stay and wait for Sid; and he said there warn't no
use in it, and I must come along, and let Aunt Sally see we was all right.
When we got home, Aunt Sally was that glad to see me she laughed and cried
both, and hugged me, and give me one of them lickings of hern that don't amount
to shucks, and said she'd serve Sid the same when he come.
And the place was plumb full of farmers and farmers' wives, to dinner; and
such another clack a body never heard. Old Mrs. Hotchkiss was the worst; her
tongue was agoing all the time. She says:
"Well, Sister Phelps, I've ransacked that-air cabin over an' I b'lieve the
nigger was crazy. I says so to Sister Damrell -- didn't I, Sister Damrell? -- s'l,
he's crazy, s'l -- them's the very words I said. You all heara me: he's crazy, s'l;
everything shows it, s'l. Look at that-air grindstone, s'l; want to tell me't any
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cretur 'ts in his right mind 's agoin' to scrabble all them crazy things onto a
grindstone, s'l? Here sich 'n' sich a person busted his heart; 'n' here so 'n' so
pegged along for thirty-seven year, 'n' all that -- natcherl son o' Louis somebody,
V sich everlast'n rubbage. He's plumb crazy, s'l; it's what I says in the
fust place, it's what I says in the middle, 'n' it's what I says last 'n' all the time
-- the nigger's crazy -- crazy 's Nebokoodneezer, s'l."
"An' look at that-air ladder made
out'n rags, Sister Hotchkiss," says old 
Mrs. Damrell, "what in the name o'
goodness could he ever want of--"
"The very words I was a-sayin' no
longer ago th'n this minute to Sister
Utterback, 'n' she'll tell you so herself.
Sh-she, look at that-air rag ladder,
sh-she; 'n' s'l, yes, look at it, s'l --
what could he a wanted of it, s'l.
Soh-she, Sister Hotchkiss, sh-she--"
"But how in the nation'd they
ever git that grindstone in there, any-
way r 'n' who dug that-air hole? 'n' who--"
"My very words, Brer Penrod! I was a-sayin' -- pass that-air sasser o'
m'lasses, won't ye? -- I was a-sayin' to Sister Dunlap, jist this minute, how did
they git that grindstone in there, s'l. Without help, mind you -- 'thout help I
Thar's wher' 'tis. Don't tell me, s'l; there wuz help, s'l; 'n' ther' wuz aplenty
help, too, s'l; ther's ben a dozen a-helpin' that nigger, 'n' I lay I'd skin every
last nigger on this place, but I'd find out who done it, s'l; 'n' moreover, s'l--"
"A dozen says you I -- forty couldn't a done everything that's been done.
Look at them case-knife saws and things, how tedious they've been made; look
at that bed-leg sawed off with 'm, a week's work for six men; look at that nigger
made out'n straw on the bed; and look at--"
"You may well say it, Brer Hightower! It's jist as I was a-sayin' to Brer
Phelps, his own self. S'e, what do you think of it, Sister Hotchkiss, s'e? think
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o' what, Brer Phelps, s'l? think o' that bed-leg sawed off that a way, s'e? think
of it, s'l? I lay it never sawed itself off, s'l -- somebody sawerf it, s'l; that's my
opinion, take it or leave it, it mayn't be no 'count, s'l, but sich as 't is, it's my
opinion, s'l, V if anybody k'n start a better one, s'l, let him do it, s'l, that's all.
I says to Sister Dunlap, s'l--"
"Why, dog my cats, they must a ben a house-full o' niggers in there every
night for four weeks, to a done all that work, Sister Phelps. Look at that shirt
-- every last inch of it kivered over with secret African writ'n done with blood!
Must a ben a raft uv 'm at it right along, all the time, amost. Why, I'd give
two dollars to have it read to me; 'n' as for the niggers that wrote it, I 'low I'd
take 'n' lash 'm t'll--"
"People to help him, Brother Marples! Well, I reckon you'd think so, if you'd
a been in this house for a while back. Why, they've stole everything they could
lay their hands on -- and we a watching, all the time, mind you. They stole that
shirt right off o' the line! and as for that sheet they made the rag ladder out of
ther' ain't no telling how many times they didn't steal that; and flour, and
candles, and candlesticks, and spoons, and the old warming-pan, and most a
thousand things that I disremember, now, and my new calico dress; and me, and
Silas, and my Sid and Tom on the constant watch day and night, as I was a tell-
ing you, and not a one of us could catch hide nor hair, nor sight nor sound of
them; and here at the last minute, lo and behold you, they slides right in under
our noses, and fools us, and not only fools us but the Injun Territory robbers too,
and actuly gets away with that nigger, safe and sound, and that with sixteen
men and twenty-two dogs right on their very heels at that very time! I tell you, it
just bangs anything I ever heard of. Why, sperits couldn't a done better, and
been no smarter. And I reckon they must a been sperits -- because, you know our
dogs, and there ain't no better; well, them dogs never even got on the track of
'm, once! You explain that to me, if you can I -- any of you!"
"Well, it does beat--"
"Laws alive, I never--"
"So help me, I wouldn't a be--"
"House-thieves as well as--"
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"Goodnessgracioussakes, I'd a ben afeard to live in sich a--"
"Fraid to live! -- why, I was that scared I das'nt hardly go to bed, or get up, or
lay down, or set down, Sister Ridgeway. Why, they'd steal the very -- why, good-
ness sakes, you can guess what kind of a fluster I was in by the time midnight
come, last night. I hope to gracious if I warn't afraid they'd steal some o' the
family! I was just to that pass, I didn't have no reasoning faculties no more.
It looks foolish enough, now, in the day-time; but I says to myself, there's my
two poor boys asleep, 'way upstairs in that lonesome room, and I declare to good-
ness I was that uneasy 't I crep' up there and locked 'em in! I did. And any-
body would. Because, you know, when you get scared, that way, and it keeps run-
ning on, and getting worse and worse, all the time, and your wits gets to addling,
and you get to doing all sorts o' wild things, and by-and-by you think to your-
self, spos'n I was a boy, and was away up there, and the door ain't locked, and
you." She stopped, looking kind of wondering, and then she turned her
head around slow, and when her eye lit on me -- I got up and took a walk.
Says I to myself, I can explain better how we come to not be in that room
this morning, if I go out to one side and study over it a little. So I done it. But
I dasn't go fur, or she'd a sent for me. And when it was late in the day, the
people all went, and then I come in and told her the noise and shooting waked
up me and "Sid," and the door was locked, and we wanted to see the fun, so we
went down the lightning-rod, and both of us got hurt a little, and we didn't
never want to try that no more. And then I went on and told her all what I
told Uncle Silas before; and then she said she'd forgive us, and maybe it was all
right enough anyway, and about what a body might expect of boys, for all boys was a
pretty harum-scarum lot, as fur as she could see; and so, as long as no harm
hadn't come of it, she judged she better put in her time being grateful we was
alive and well and she had us still, stead of fretting over what was past and done.
So then she kissed me, and patted me on the head, and dropped into a kind of a
brown study; and pretty soon jumps up, and says:
"Why, lawsamercy, it's most night, and Sid not come yet! What has become
of that boy?"
I see my chance; so I skips up and says:
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"I'll run right up to town and get him," I says.
"No you won't," she says. "You'll stay right wher' you are; one's enough
to be lost at a time. If he ain't here to supper, your uncle 'll go."
Well, he warn't there to supper; so right after supper uncle went.
He come back about ten, a little bit uneasy; hadn't run across Tom's track.
Aunt Sally was a good deal uneasy; but Uncle Silas he said there warn't no occa-
sion to be -- boys will be boys, he said, and you'll see this one turn up in the morning,
all sound and right. So she had to be
satisfied. But she said she'd set up for 
him a while, anyway, and keep a light
burning, so he could see it.
And then when I went up to bed
she come up with me and fetched her
candle, and tucked me in, and
mothered me so good I felt mean, and
like I couldn't look her in the face;
and she set down on the bed and
talked with me a long time, and said
what a splendid boy Sid was, and didn't
seem to want to ever stop talking about
him; and kept asking me every now
and then, if I reckoned he could a got
lost, or hurt, or maybe drownded, and
might be laying at this minute, some-
wheres, suffering or dead, and she not
by him to help him, and so the tears would drip down, silent, and I would tell
her that Sid was all right, and would be home in the morning, sure; and she
would squeeze my hand, or maybe kiss me, and tell me to say it again, and keep
on saying it, because it done her good, and she was in so much trouble. And when
she was going away, she looked down in my eyes, so steady and gentle, and says:
"The door ain't going to be locked, Tom; and there's the window and the
rod; but you'll be good, won't you? And you won't go? For my sake."
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Laws knows I wanted to go, bad enough, to see about Tom, and was all intend-
ing to go; but after that, I wouldn't a went, not for kingdoms.
But she was on my mind, and Tom was on my mind; so I slept very restless.
And twice I went down the rod, away in the night, and slipped around front,
and see her setting there by her candle in the window with her eyes towards the
road and the tears in them; and I wished I could do something for her, but I
couldn't, only to swear that I wouldn't never do nothing to grieve her any more.
And the third time, I waked up at dawn, and slid down, and she was there yet,
and her candle was most out, and her old gray head was resting on her hand, and
she was asleep.
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Chapter XLII
The old man was up town again, before
breakfast, but couldn't get no track of 
Tom; and both of them set at the
table, thinking, and not saying noth-
ing, and looking mournful, and their
coffee getting cold, and not eating any-
thing. And by-and-by the old man
says:
"Did I give you the letter?"
"What letter?"
"The one I got yesterday out of
the post-office."
"No, you didn't give me no let-
ter."
"Well, I must a forgot it."
So he rummaged his pockets, and
then went off somewheres where he had
laid it down, and fetched it, and give it to her. She says:
"Why, it's from St. Petersburg -- it's from Sis."
I allowed another walk would do me good; but I couldn't stir. But before
she could break it open, she dropped it and run -- for she see something. And so
did I. It was Tom Sawyer on a mattress; and that old doctor; and Jim, in her
calico dress, with his hands tied behind him; and a lot of people. I hid the
letter behind the first thing that come handy, and rushed. She flung herself at
Tom, crying, and says:
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"Oh, he's dead, he's dead, I know he's dead!"
And Tom he turned his head a little, and muttered something or other, which
showed he warn't in his right mind; then she flung up her hands, and says:
"He's alive, thank God! And that's enough!" and she snatched a kiss of
him, and flew for the house to get the bed ready, and scattering orders right and
left at the niggers and everybody else, as fast as her tongue could go, every jump
of the way.
I followed the men to see what they was going to do with Jim; and the old
doctor and Uncle Silas followed after Tom into the house. The men was very
huffy, and some of them wanted to hang Jim, for an example to all the other
niggers around there, so they wouldn't be trying to run away, like Jim done, and
making such a raft of trouble, and keeping a whole family scared most to death for
days and nights. But the others said, don't do it, it wouldn't answer at all, he
ain't our nigger, and his owner would turn up and make us pay for him, sure. So
that cooled them down a little, because the people that's always the most anxious
for to hang a nigger that hain't done just right, is always the very ones that ain't
the most anxious to pay for him when they've got their satisfaction out of him.
They cussed Jim considerble, though, and give him a cuff or two, side the
head, once in a while, but Jim never said nothing, and he never let on to know
me, and they took him to the same cabin, and put his own clothes on him, and
chained him again, and not to no bed-leg, this time, but to a big staple drove
into the bottom log, and chained his hands, too, and both legs, and said he warn't
to have nothing but bread and water to eat, after this, till his owner come or he
was sold at auction, because he didn't come in a certain length of time, and filled
up our hole, and said a couple of farmers with guns must stand watch around
about the cabin every night, and a bull-dog tied to the door in the day-time; and
about this time they was through with the job and was tapering off with a kind
of generl good-bye cussing, and then the old doctor comes and takes a look, and
says:
"Don't be no rougher on him than you're obleeged to, because he ain't a bad
nigger. When I got to where I found the boy, I see I couldn't cut the bullet out
without some help, and he warn't in no condition for me to leave, to go and get
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help; and he got a little worse and a little worse, and after a long time he went
out of his head, and wouldn't let me come anigh him, any more, and said if I
chalked his raft he'd kill me, and no end of wild foolishness like that, and I see
I couldn't do anything at all with him; so I says, I got to have help, somehow;
and the minute I says it, out crawls this nigger from somewheres, and says he'll
help, and he done it, too, and done it
very well. Of course I judged he 
must be a runaway nigger, and there
I was! and there I had to stick, right
straight along all the rest of the day,
and all night. It was a fix, I tell
you! I had a couple of patients with
the chills, and of course I'd of liked
to run up to town and see them, but
I dasn't, because the nigger might get
away, and then I'd be to blame; and
yet never a skiff come close enough
for me to hail. So there I had to
stick, plumb till daylight this morn-
ing; and I never see a nigger that
was a better nuss or faithfuller, and
yet he was resking his freedom to do
it, and was all tired out, too, and I
see plain enough he'd been worked
main hard, lately. I liked the nigger for that; I tell you, gentlemen, a nigger
like that is worth a thousand dollars -- and kind treatment, too. I had every-
thing I needed, and the boy was doing as well there as he would a done at home
-- better, maybe, because it was so quiet; but there I was, with both of 'm on my
hands; and there I had to stick, till about dawn this morning; then some men
in a skiff come by, and as good luck would have it, the nigger was setting by the
pallet with his head propped on his knees, sound asleep; so I motioned them in,
quiet, and they slipped up on him and grabbed him and tied him before he
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knowed what he was about, and we never had no trouble. And the boy being in
a kind of a flighty sleep, too, we muffled the oars and hitched the raft on, and
towed her over very nice and quiet, and the nigger never made the least row nor
said a word, from the start.' He ain't no bad nigger, gentlemen; that's what I
think about him."
Somebody says:
"Well, it sounds very good, doctor, I'm obleeged to say."
Then the others softened up a little, too, and I was mighty thankful to that
old doctor for doing Jim that good turn; and I was glad it was according to my
judgment of him, too; because I thought he had a good heart in him and was a
good man, the first time I see him. Then they all agreed that Jim had acted
very well, and was deserving to have some notice took of it, and reward. So
every one of them promised, right out and hearty, that they wouldn't cuss him
no more.
Then they come out and locked him up. I hoped they was going to say
he could have one or two of the chains took off, because they was rotten
heavy, or could have meat and greens with his bread and water, but they
didn't think of it, and I reckoned it warn't best for me to mix in, but I
judged I'd get the doctor's yarn to Aunt Sally, somehow or other, as soon as I'd
got through the breakers that was laying just ahead of me. Explanations, I mean,
of how I forgot to mention about Sid being shot, when I was telling how him
and me put in that dratted night paddling around hunting the runaway nigger.
But I had plenty time. Aunt Sally she stuck to the sick-room all day and all
night; and every time I see Uncle Silas mooning around, I dodged him.
Next morning I heard Tom was a good deal better, and they said Aunt Sally
was gone to get a nap. So I slips to the sick-room, and if I found him awake I
reckoned we could put up a yarn for the family that would wash. But he was
sleeping, and sleeping very peaceful, too; and pale, not fire-faced the way he was
when he come. So I set down and laid for him to wake. In about a half an
hour, Aunt Sally comes gliding in, and there I was, up a stump again! She mo-
tioned me to be still, and set down by me, and begun to whisper, and said we
could all be joyful now, because all the symptoms was first rate, and he'd been
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sleeping like that for ever so long, and looking better and peacefuller all the
time, and ten to one he'd wake up in his right mind.
So we set there watching, and by-and-by he stirs a bit, and opened his eyes
very natural, and takes a look, and says:
"Hello, why I'm at home! How's that? Where's the raft?"
"It's all right," I says.
"And Jim?"
"The same," I says, but couldn't say it pretty brash. But he never noticed,
but says:
"Good! Splendid! Now we're all right and safe! Did you tell Aunty?"
I was going to say yes; but she chipped in and says:
"About what, Sid?"
"Why, about the way the whole thing was done."
"What whole thing?"
"Why, the whole thing. There ain't but one; how we set the runaway nig-
ger free -- me and Tom."
"Good land! Set the run -- What is the child talking about! Dear, dear,
out of his head again!"
"No, I ain't out of my HEAD; I know all what I'm talking about. We did
set him free -- me and Tom. We laid out to do it, and we done it. And we done
it elegant, too." He'd got a start, and she never checked him up, just set and
stared and stared, and let him clip along, and I see it warn't no use for me to put
in. "Why, Aunty, it cost us a power of work -- weeks of it -- hours and hours,
every night, whilst you was all asleep. And we had to steal candles, and the
sheet, and the shirt, and your dress, and spoons, and tin plates, and case-knives,
and the warming-pan, and the grindstone, and flour, and just no end of things, and
you 'can't think what work it was to make the saws, and pens, and inscriptions,
and one thing or another, and you can't think half the fun it was. And we had
to make up the pictures of coffins and things, and nonnamous letters from the
robbers, and get up and down the lightning-rod, and dig the hole into the cabin,
and make the rope-ladder and send it in cooked up in a pie, and send in spoons
and things to work with, in your apron pocket--"
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"Mercy sakes!"
--"and load up the cabin with rats and snakes and so on, for company for
Jim; and then you kept Tom here so long with the butter in his hat that you come
near ??spiling the whole business, because the men come before we was out of the
cabin, and we had to rush, and they heard us and let drive at us, and I got my
share, and we dodged out of the path and let them go by, and when the dogs
come they wara't interested in us, but went for the most noise, and we got our
canoe, and made for the raft, and was all safe, and Jim was a free man, and we
done it all by ourselves, and wasn't it bully, Aunty!"
"Well, I never heard the likes of it in all my born days! So it was you, you
little rapscallions, that's been making all this trouble, and turned everybody's wits
clean inside out and scared us all most to death. I've as good a notion as ever I
had in my life, to take it out o' you this very minute. To think, here I've been,
night after night, a -- you just get well once, you young scamp, and I lay I'll
tan the Old Harry out o' both o' ye!"
But Tom, he was so proud and joyful, he just couldn't hold, in, and his tongue
just went it -- she a-chipping in, and spitting fire all along, and both of them go-
ing it at once, like a cat-convention; and she says:
"Well, you get all the enjoyment you can out of it now, for mind I tell you
if I catch you meddling with him again--"
"Meddling with who?" Tom says, dropping his smile and looking surprised.
"With who? Why, the runaway nigger, of course. Who'd you reckon?"
Tom looks at me very grave, and says:
"Tom, didn't you just tell me he was all right? Hasn't he got away?"
"Him?" says Aunt Sally; "the runaway nigger? 'Deed he hasn't. They've
got him back, safe and sound, and he's in that cabin again, on bread and water,
and loaded down with chains, till he's claimed or sold!"
Tom rose square up in bed, with his eye hot, and his nostrils opening and
shutting like gills, and sings out to me:
"They hain't no right to shut him up! Shove! -- and don't you lose a minute.
Turn him loose! he ain't no slave; he's as free as any cretur that walks this earth!"
"What does the child mean?"
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"I mean every word I say, Aunt Sally, and if somebody don't go, I'll go. I've
knowed him all his life, and so has Tom, there. Old Miss Watson died two
months ago, and she was ashamed she
ever was going to sell him down the 
river, and said so; and she set him
free in her will."
"Then what on earth did you want
to set him free for, seeing he was al-
ready free?"
"Well, that is a question, I must
say; and just like women! Why, I
wanted the adventure of it; and I'd a
waded neck-deep in blood to -- good-
ness alive, AUNT POLLY!"
If she warn't standing right there,
just inside the door, looking as sweet
and contented as an angel half-full of
pie, I wish I may never!
Aunt Sally jumped for her, and
most hugged the head off of her, and cried over her, and I found a good enough
place for me under the bed, for it was getting pretty sultry for us, seemed to me.
And I peeped out, and in a little while Tom's Aunt Polly shook herself loose and
stood there looking across at Tom over her spectacles -- kind of grinding him into
the earth, you know. And then she says:
"Yes, you letter turn y'r head away -- I would if I was you, Tom."
"Oh, deary me!" says Aunt Sally; "is he changed so? Why, that ain't Tom
it's Sid; Tom's -- Tom's -- why, where is Tom? He was here a minute ago."
"You mean where's Huck Finn -- that's what you mean! I reckon I hain't
raised such a scamp as my Tom all these years, not to know him when I see him.
That would be a pretty howdy-do. Come out from under that bed, Huck Finn."
So I done it. But not feeling brash.
Aunt Sally she was one of the mixed-upest looking persons I ever see; except
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one, and that was Uncle Silas, when he come in, and they told it all to him. It
kind of made him drunk, as you may say, and he didn't know nothing at all the
rest of the day, and preached a prayer-meeting sermon that night that give him
a rattling ruputation, because the oldest man in the world couldn't a understood
it. So Tom's Aunt Polly, she told all about who I was, and what; and I had to
up and tell how I was in such a tight place that when Mrs. Phelps took me for
Tom Sawyer -- she chipped in and says, "Oh, go on and call me Aunt Sally, I'm
used to it, now, and 'tain't no need to change" -- that when Aunt Sally took me
for Tom Sawyer, I had to stand it -- there warn't no other way, and I knowed he
wouldn't mind, because it would be nuts for him, being a mystery, and he'd
make an adventure out of it and be perfectly satisfied. And so it turned out,
and he let on to be Sid, and made things as soft as he could for me.
And his Aunt Polly she said Tom was right about old Miss "Watson setting
Jim free in her will; and so, sure enough, Tom Sawyer had gone and took all
that trouble and bother to set a free nigger free!
and I couldn't ever understand, before, until that
minute and that talk, how he could help a body
set a nigger free, with his bringing-up.
Well, Aunt Polly she said that when Aunt Sally
wrote to her that Tom and Sid had come, all right 
and safe, she says to herself:
"Look at that, now! I might have expected
it, letting him go off that way without anybody
to watch him. So now I got to go and trapse all
the way down the river, eleven hundred mile, and
find out what that creetur'sup to, this time; as long
as I couldn't seem to get any answer out of you
about it."
"Why, I never heard nothing from you," says
Aunt Sally.
"Well, I wonder! Why, I wrote to you twice, to ask you what you could
mean by Sid being here."
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"Well, I never got 'em, Sis."
Aunt Polly, she turns around slow and severe, and says:
"You, Tom!"
Well -- what?" he says, kind of pettish.
"Don't you what me, you impudent thing -- hand out them letters."
"What letters?"
"Them letters. I be bound, if I have to take aholt of you I'll--"
"They're in the trunk. There, now. And they're just the same as they
was when I got them out of the office. I hain't looked into them, I hain't
touched them. But I knowed they'd make trouble, and I thought if you warn't
in no hurry, I'd--"
"Well, you do need skinning, there ain't no mistake about it. And I wrote
another one to tell you I was coming; and I spose he --
"No, it come yesterday; I hain't read it yet, but it's all right, I've got
that one."
I wanted to offer to bet two dollars she hadn't, but I reckoned maybe it was
just as safe to not to. So I never said nothing.
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Chapter The Last
The first time I catched Tom, pri-
vate, I asked him what was his 
idea, time of the evasion? -- what it
was he'd planned to do if the eva-
sion worked all right and he man-
aged to set a nigger free that was
already free before? And he said,
what he had planned in his head,
from the start, if we got Jim out all
safe, was for us to run him down the
river, on the raft, and have advent-
ures plumb to the mouth of the
river, and then tell him about his
being free, and take him back up
home on a steamboat, in style, and
pay him for his lost time, and write
word ahead and get out all the nig-
gers around, and have them waltz
him into town with a torchlight
procession and a brass band, and then he would be a hero, and so would we.
But I reckened it was about as well the way it was.
We had Jim out of the chains in no time, and when Aunt Polly and Uncle
Silas and Aunt Sally found out how good he helped the doctor nurse Tom, they
made a heap of fuss over him, and fixed him up prime, and give him all he
wanted to eat, and a good time, and nothing to do. And we had him up to the
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sick-room; and had a high talk; and Tom give Jim forty dollars for being
prisoner for us so patient, and doing it up so good, and Jim was pleased most to
death, and busted out, and says:
"Dah, now, Huck, what I tell you? -- what I
tell you up dah on Jackson islan'? I tole you I 
got a hairy breas', en what's de sign un it; en I
Me you I ben rich wunst, en gwineter to be rich
agin; en it's come true; en heah she is I Dah,
now! doan' talk to me -- signs is signs, mine
I tell you; en I knowed jis' 's well 'at I 'uz
gwineter be rich agin as I's a stannin' heah dis
minute!"
And then Tom he talked along, and talked
along, and says, le's all three slide out of here,
one of these nights, and get an outfit, and go for
howling adventures amongst the Injuns, over in
the Territory, for a couple of weeks or two; and
I says, all right, that suits me, but I aint got no
money for to buy the outfit, and I reckon I couldn't get none from home, because
it's likely pap's been back before now, and got it all away from Judge Thatcher
and drunk it up.
"No he hain't," Tom says; "it's all there, yet -- six thousand dollars and
more; and your pap hain't ever been back since. Hadn't when I come away,
anyhow."
Jim says, kind of solemn:
"He ain't a comin' back no mo', Huck."
I says:
"Why, Jim?"
"Nemmine why, Huck -- but he ain't comin' back no mo'."
But I kept at him; so at last he says:
"Doan' you 'member de house dat was float'n down de river, en dey wuz a
man in dah, kivered up, en I went in en unkivered him and didn' let you
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come in? Well, den, you k'n git yo' money when you wants it; kase dat wuz
him."
Tom's most well, now, and got his bullet around his neck on a watch-guard
for a watch, and is always seeing what time it is, and so there ain't nothing more
to write about, and I am rotten glad of it, because if I'd a knowed what a trouble
it was to make a book I wouldn't a tackled it and aint't agoing to no more. But
I reckon I got to light out for the Territory ahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally
she's going to adopt me and sivilize me and I can't stand it. I been there before.
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Collection
Library Of The
University Of California
Los Angeles
California
Children's Books
The Library
Of
The University
Of California
Los Angeles
Gift Of
Jo Swerling
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the end
we hope you enjoyed mark twain's
"adventures of huckleberry finn"...
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a while
ahold v. a-hold
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