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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." ssssssssss

"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." ssssssssss

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. ssssssssss

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!" ssssssssss

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