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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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