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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. ssssssssss

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 ssssssssss

about a half an hour, which was as ssssssssss

long as we could stand up; but we ssssssssss

had a good deal of a hole to show ssssssssss

for it. When I got up stairs, I ssssssssss

looked out at the window and see ssssssssss

Tom doing his level best with the ssssssssss

lightning-rod, but he couldn't come ssssssssss

it, his hands was so sore. At last ssssssssss

he says: ssssssssss

"It ain't no use, it can't be

done. What you reckon I better ssssssssss

do? Can't you think up no way?" ssssssssss

"Yes," I says, "but I reckon

it ain't regular. Come up the ssssssssss

stairs, and let on it's a lightning- ssssssssss

rod."

So he done it. ssssssssss

Next day Tom stole a pewter

spoon and a brass candlestick in the ssssssssss

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

thro wed 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: ssssssssss

"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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