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Chapter XXXV

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It would be most an hour, yet, till ssssssssss

breakfast, so we left, and struck ssssssssss

down into the woods; because Tom ssssssssss

said we got to have some light to ssssssssss

see how to dig by, and a lantern ssssssssss

makes too much, and might get us ssssssssss

into trouble; what we must have ssssssssss

was a lot of them rotten chunks ssssssssss

that's called fox-fire and just makes ssssssssss

a soft kind of a glow when you lay ssssssssss

them in a dark place. We fetched ssssssssss

an armful and hid it in the weeds, ssssssssss

and set down to rest, and Tom says, ssssssssss

kind of dissatisfied: ssssssssss

"Blame it, this whole thing is

just as easy and awkard as it can ssssssssss

be. And so it makes it so rotten ssssssssss

difficult to get up a difficult plan. ssssssssss

There ain't no watchman to be ssssssssss

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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