The adventure of Huckleberry Fin by Mark Twain...
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
(Tom Sawyers Comrade)
by
Mark Twain
A G L A S S B O O K C L A S S I C
NOTICE
PERSONS attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted;
persons attempting 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.
EXPLANATORY
IN this book a number of dialects are used, to wit: the Missouri
negro dialect; the extremest form of the backwoods Southwestern
dialect; the ordinary Pike County dialect; and four modified varieties
of this last. The shadings have not been done in a haphazard
fashion, or by guesswork; but painstakingly, 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
CHAPTER ONE 1
CHAPTER TWO 5
CHAPTER THREE 11
CHAPTER FOUR 16
CHAPTER FIVE 20
CHAPTER SIX 25
CHAPTER SEVEN 32
CHAPTER EIGHT 39
CHAPTER NINE 50
CHAPTER TEN 54
CHAPTER ELEVEN 58
CHAPTER TWELVE 66
CHAPTER THIRTEEN 73
CHAPTER FOURTEEN 79
CHAPTER FIFTEEN 84
CHAPTER SIXTEEN 90
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 99
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 108
CHAPTER NINETEEN 120
CONTENTS
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C O N T E N T S
vi
CHAPTER TWENTY 129
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE 138
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO 148
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE 154
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR 160
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE 166
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX 174
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN 182
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT 189
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE 198
CHAPTER THIRTY 208
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE 212
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO 221
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE 227
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR 234
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE 240
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX 247
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN 253
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT 260
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE 267
CHAPTER FORTY 273
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE 279
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO 286
THE CHAPTER LAST 294
CHAPTER ONE
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HUCKLEBERRY FINN
Scene: The Mississippi Valley
Time: Forty to fifty years ago
You dont know about me, without you have read a book by the
name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that aint 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
PollyToms Aunt Polly, she isand Mary, and the Widow Douglas
is all told about in that book, which is mostly a true book, with some
stretchers, 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 apieceall 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
roundmore 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
couldnt stand it no longer I lit out. I got into my old rags and my
sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied. But 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 couldnt 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 couldnt go
right to eating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuck down her
head and grumble a little over the victuals, though there warnt 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 Bulrushers, and I was in a sweat to find out all about him; but by
and by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long
time; so then I didnt care no more about him, because I dont take
no stock in dead people.
Pretty soon I wanted to smoke, and asked the widow to let me. But
she wouldnt. She said it was a mean practice and wasnt clean, and I
must try to not do it any more. That is just the way with some people.
They get down on a thing when they dont know nothing about it.
Here she was a-bothering about Moses, which was no kin to her, and
no use to anybody, 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,
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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 couldnt stood it much longer.
Then for an hour it was deadly dull, and I was fidgety. Miss Watson
would say, Dont put your feet up there, Huckleberry; and Dont
scrunch up like that, Huckleberryset up straight; and pretty soon
she would say, Dont gap and stretch like that, Huckleberrywhy
dont 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 didnt mean
no harm. All I wanted was to go somewheres; all I wanted was a
change, I warnt particular. She said it was wicked to say what I said;
said she wouldnt say it for the whole world; she was going to live so
as to go to the good place. Well, I couldnt see no advantage in going
where she was going, so I made up my mind I wouldnt try for it. But
I never said so, because it would only make trouble, and wouldnt 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 didnt
think 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 warnt no
use. I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead. The stars were 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 something to me,
and I couldnt 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
thats on its mind and cant make itself understood, and so cant rest
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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 didnt 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 hadnt
no confidence. You do that when youve lost a horseshoe that youve
found, instead of nailing it up over the door, but I hadnt ever heard
anybody say it was any way to keep off bad luck when youd 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
wouldnt know. Well, after a long time I heard the clock away off in
the town go boomboomboomtwelve licks; and all still
againstiller than ever. Pretty soon I heard a twig snap down in the
dark amongst the treessomething 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 on to
the shed. Then I slipped down to the ground and crawled in among
the trees, and, sure enough, there was Tom Sawyer waiting for me.
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We went tiptoeing along a path amongst the trees back towards
the end of the widows garden, stooping down so as the branches
wouldnt 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
Watsons 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 tiptoeing down and stood
right between us; we could a touched him, nearly. Well, likely it was
minutes and minutes that there warnt a sound, and we all there so
close together. There was a place on my ankle that got to itching, but
I dasnt scratch it; and then my ear begun to itch; and next my back,
right between my shoulders. Seemed like Id die if I couldnt scratch.
Well, Ive noticed that thing plenty times since. If you are with the
quality, or at a funeral, or trying to go to sleep when you aint
sleepyif you are anywheres where it wont 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 sumf
n. Well, I know what Is gwyne to do: Is 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
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most touched one of mine. My nose begun to itch. It itched till the
tears come into my eyes. But I dasnt scratch. Then it begun to itch
on the inside. Next I got to itching underneath. I didnt 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 couldnt stand it moren 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 snoreand then I was
pretty soon comfortable again.
Tom he made a sign to mekind of a little noise with his
mouthand we went creeping away on our hands and knees. When
we was ten foot off Tom whispered 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 theyd find out I warnt in. Then Tom said he hadnt
got candles enough, and he would slip in the kitchen and get some
more. I didnt 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 Jims hat off of his head and
hung it on a limb right over him, and Jim stirred a little, but he didnt
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;
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 wouldnt 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.
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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 round 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 wouldnt
touch it, because the devil had had his hands on it. Jim was most
ruined for a servant, because he got 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, maybe; 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 Jo 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.
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 wouldnt 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, well start this band of robbers and call it Tom Sawyers
Gang. Everybody that wants to join has got to take an oath, and
write his name in blood.
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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 mustnt eat and he mustnt
sleep till he had killed them and hacked a cross in their breasts,
which was the sign of the band. And nobody that didnt 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 piratebooks
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:
Heres Huck Finn, he haint got no family; what you going to do
bout him?
Well, haint he got a father? says Tom Sawyer.
Yes, hes got a father, but you cant never find him these days. He
used to lay drunk with the hogs in the tanyard, but he haint 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
wouldnt be fair and square for the others. Well, nobody could think
of anything to doeverybody 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 Watsonthey could kill her. Everybody said:
Oh, shell do. Thats 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, whats the line of business of this Gang?
Nothing only robbery and murder, Tom said.
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But who are we going to rob?houses, or cattle, or
Stuff! stealing cattle and such things aint robbery; its burglary,
says Tom Sawyer. We aint burglars. That aint no sort of style. We
are 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. Its best. Some authorities think different, but mostly
its considered best to kill themexcept some that you bring to
the cave here, and keep them till theyre ransomed.
Ransomed? Whats that?
I dont know. But thats what they do. Ive seen it in books; and so
of course thats what weve got to do.
But how can we do it if we dont know what it is?
Why, blame it all, weve got to do it. Dont I tell you its in the
books? Do you want to go to doing different from whats in the
books, and get things all muddled up?
Oh, thats all very fine to say, Tom Sawyer, but how in the nation
are these fellows going to be ransomed if we dont know how to do it
to them?thats the thing I want to get at. Now, what do you reckon
it is?
Well, I dont know. But peraps if we keep them till theyre ransomed,
it means that we keep them till theyre dead.
Now, thats something like. Thatll answer. Why couldnt you said
that before? Well keep them till theyre ransomed to death; and a
bothersome lot theyll be, tooeating up everything, and always trying
to get loose.
How you talk, Ben Rogers. How can they get loose when theres a
guard over them, ready to shoot them down if they move a peg?
A guard! Well, that IS good. So somebodys got to set up all night
and never get any sleep, just so as to watch them. I think thats foolishness.
Why cant a body take a club and ransom them as soon as
they get here?
Because it aint in the books sothats why. Now, Ben Rogers, do
you want to do things regular, or dont you?thats the idea. Dont
you reckon that the people that made the books knows whats the
correct thing to do? Do you reckon you can learn em anything? Not
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by a good deal. No, sir, well just go on and ransom them in the regular
way.
All right. I dont mind; but I say its a fool way, anyhow. Say, do we
kill the women, too?
Well, Ben Rogers, if I was as ignorant as you I wouldnt let on. Kill
the women? No; nobody ever saw anything in the books like that.
You fetch them to the cave, and youre 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 thats the way Im agreed, but I dont take no stock in it.
Mighty soon well have the cave so cluttered up with women, and fellows
waiting to be ransomed, that there wont be no place for the
robbers. But go ahead, I aint 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 didnt want to be a robber any more.
So they all made fun of him, and called him cry-baby, and that
made him mad, 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 couldnt 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 Jo 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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Well I got a good going-over in the morning from old Miss
Watson on account of my clothes; but the widow she didnt scold,
but only cleaned off the grease and clay, and looked so sorry that I
thought I would behave awhile 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
warnt so. I tried it. Once I got a fish-line, but no hooks. It warnt
any good to me without hooks. I tried for the hooks three or four
times, but somehow I couldnt 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 couldnt 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 dont
Deacon Winn get back the money he lost on pork? Why cant the
widow get back her silver snuffbox that was stole? Why cant Miss
Watson fat up? No, says I to my self, there aint 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 meantI 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,
as I took it. I went out in the woods and turned it over in my mind
a long time, but I couldnt see no advantage about itexcept for the
other people; so at last I reckoned I wouldnt worry about it any
more, but just let it go. Sometimes the widow would take me one
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side and talk about Providence in a way to make a bodys 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 widows Providence, but if Miss Watsons got him there warnt no
help for him any more. I thought it all out, and reckoned I would
belong to the widows if he wanted me, though I couldnt 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 hadnt been seen for more than a year, and that was comfortable
for me; I didnt 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 drownded, about
twelve mile above town, so people said. They judged it was him,
anyway; said this drownded man was just his size, and was ragged,
and had uncommon long hair, which was all like pap; but they
couldnt make nothing out of the face, because it had been in the
water so long it warnt 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 warnt comfortable long, because I happened to think of
something. I knowed mighty well that a drownded man dont float
on his back, but on his face. So I knowed, then, that this warnt pap,
but a woman dressed up in a mans clothes. So I was uncomfortable
again. I judged the old man would turn up again by and by, though
I wished he wouldnt.
We played robber now and then about a month, and then I
resigned. All the boys did. We hadnt robbed nobody, hadnt killed
any people, but only just pretended. We used to hop out of the
woods and go charging down on hog-drivers 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 and powwow over what we
had done, and how many people we had killed and marked. But I
couldnt 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
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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 dimonds, and they didnt
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 broomsticks,
and you might scour at them till you rotted, and then they
warnt worth a mouthful of ashes more than what they was before. I
didnt 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 warnt no
Spaniards and A-rabs, and there warnt no camels nor no elephants.
It warnt anything but a Sunday-school picnic, and only a primerclass
at 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 Jo Harper got a hymn-book
and a tract; and then the teacher charged in, and made us drop
everything and cut. I didnt see no dimonds, 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 couldnt
we see them, then? He said if I warnt 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, said 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.
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Well, I says, spose we got some genies to help uscant we lick
the other crowd then?
How you going to get them?
I dont 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 theyre told to do
they up and do it. They dont think nothing of pulling a shot-tower
up by the roots, and belting a Sunday-school superintendent over the
head with itor 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 theyve got to do whatever he says. If
he tells them to build a palace forty miles long out of dimonds, and
fill it full of chewing-gum, or whatever you want, and fetch an
emperors daughter from China for you to marry, theyve got to do
itand theyve got to do it before sun-up next morning, too. And
more: theyve got to waltz that palace around over the country wherever
you want it, you understand.
Well, says I, I think they are a pack of flat-heads for not keeping
the palace themselves stead of fooling them away like that. And
whats moreif 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, youd 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 Id make that man climb the highest
tree there was in the country.
Shucks, it aint no use to talk to you, Huck Finn. You dont seem
to know anything, somehowperfect saphead.
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
warnt no use, none of the genies come. So then I judged that all that
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stuff was only just one of Tom Sawyers 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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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 multiplication
table up to six times seven is thirty-five, and I dont reckon I could
ever get any further than that if I was to live forever. I dont 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
widows ways, too, and they warnt so raspy on me. Living in a house
and sleeping 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
warnt ashamed of me.
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 warnt 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
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There; you see it says for a consideration. That means I have
bought it of you and paid you for it. Heres a dollar for you. Now
you sign it.
So I signed it, and left.
Miss Watsons 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 warnt no use; he said it wouldnt talk. He said sometimes
it wouldnt talk without money. I told him I had an old slick
counterfeit quarter that warnt no good because the brass showed
through the silver a little, and it wouldnt pass nohow, even if the
brass didnt show, because it was so slick it felt greasy, and so that
would tell on it every time. (I reckoned I wouldnt say nothing about
the dollar I got from the judge.) I said it was pretty bad money, but
maybe the hair-ball would take it, because maybe it wouldnt 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 couldnt see no
brass, and it wouldnt 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 hes a-gwyne to do. Sometimes
he spec hell go way, en den agin he spec hell stay. De bes way is to
res easy en let de ole man take his own way. Deys two angels hov-
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going to be. There is ways to keep off some kinds of bad luck, but
this wasnt 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 to 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 somebodys 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 hadnt come in, after
standing around so. I couldnt 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 didnt 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 didnt see nobody. I was at Judge
Thatchers 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 nightover a hundred and fifty
dollars. Quite a fortune for you. You had better let me invest it along
with your six thousand, because if you take it youll spend it.
No, sir, I says, I dont want to spend it. I dont want it at all
nor the six thousand, nuther. I want you to take it; I want to give it
to youthe six thousand and all.
He looked surprised. He couldnt seem to make it out. He says:
Why, what can you mean, my boy?
I says, Dont you ask me no questions about it, please. Youll take
itwont you?
He says:
Well, Im puzzled. Is something the matter?
Please take it, says I, and dont ask me nothingthen I wont
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. Thats the correct idea.
Then he wrote something on a paper and read it over, and says:
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erin 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 cant 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 yous
gwyne to git well agin. Deys two gals flyin bout you in yo life. One
uv ems light en tother one is dark. One is rich en tother is po.
Yous 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 dont run no
resk, kase its down in de bills dat yous gwyne to git hung.
When I lit my candle and went up to my room that night there sat
paphis own self!
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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 warnt
scared of him worth bothring about.
He was most fifty, and he looked it. His hair was long and tangled
and greasy, and hung down, and you 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 warnt no color in his face, where his
face showed; it was white; not like another mans white, but a white
to make a body sick, a white to make a bodys flesh crawla treetoad
white, a fish-belly white. As for his clothesjust 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 flooran 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 up; so he had clumb in by the shed. He kept a-looking me all
over. By and by he says:
Starchy clothesvery. You think youre a good deal of a big-bug,
dont you?
Maybe I am, maybe I aint, I says.
Dont you give me none o your lip, says he. Youve put on con-
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siderable many frills since I been away. Ill take you down a peg
before I get done with you. Youre educated, too, they saycan read
and write. You think youre bettern your father, now, dont you,
because he cant? ill take it out of you. Who told you you might
meddle with such hifalutn 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 aint none of her business?
Nobody never told her.
Well, Ill learn her how to meddle. And looky hereyou drop
that school, you hear? Ill learn people to bring up a boy to put on
airs over his own father and let on to be bettern what HE is. You
lemme catch you fooling around that school again, you hear? Your
mother couldnt read, and she couldnt write, nuther, before she died.
None of the family couldnt before they died. I cant; and here youre
a-swelling yourself up like this. I aint the man to stand ityou hear?
Say, lemme hear you read.
I took up a book and begun something about General Washington
and the wars. When Id read about a half a minute, he fetched the
book a whack with his hand and knocked it across the house. He
says:
Its so. You can do it. I had my doubts when you told me. Now
looky here; you stop that putting on frills. I wont have it. Ill lay for
you, my smarty; and if I catch you about that school Ill tan you
good. First you know youll 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:
Whats this?
Its something they give me for learning my lessons good.
He tore it up, and says:
Ill give you something betterIll give you a cowhide.
He set there a-mumbling and a-growling a minute, and then he
says:
Aint you a sweet-scented dandy, though? A bed; and bedclothes;
and a lookn-glass; and a piece of carpet on the floorand your own
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father got to sleep with the hogs in the tanyard. I never see such a
son. I bet Ill take some o these frills out o you before Im done with
you. Why, there aint no end to your airsthey say youre rich.
Hey?hows that?
They liethats how.
Looky heremind how you talk to me; Im a-standing about all I
can stand nowso dont gimme no sass. Ive been in town two days,
and I haint heard nothing but about you bein rich. I heard about it
away down the river, too. Thats why I come. You git me that money
tomorrowI want it.
I haint got no money.
Its a lie. Judge Thatchers got it. You git it.
I want it.
I haint got no money, I tell you. You ask Judge Thatcher; hell tell
you the same.
All right. Ill ask him; and Ill make him pungle, too, or Ill know
the reason why. Say, how much you got in your pocket? I want it.
I haint got only a dollar, and I want that to
It dont make no difference what you want it foryou just shell it
out.
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 hadnt 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 didnt drop that.
Next day he was drunk, and he went to Judge Thatchers and bullyragged
him, and tried to make him give up the money; but he
couldnt, and then he swore hed 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 didnt know the old man; so he said
courts mustnt interfere and separate families if they could help it;
said hed druther not take a child away from its father. So Judge
Thatcher and the widow had to quit on the business.
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That pleased the old man till he couldnt rest. He said hed cowhide
me till I was black and blue if I didnt 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 hed make it warm for him.
When he got out the new judge said he was a-going 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 hed been a fool, and fooled away his life; but now he
was a-going to turn over a new leaf and be a man nobody wouldnt
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 hed 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 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.
Theres a hand that was the hand of a hog; but it aint so no more; its
the hand of a man thats started in on a new life, andll die before
hell go back. You mark them wordsdont forget I said them. Its a
clean hand now; shake itdont be afeard.
So they shook it, one after the other, all around, and cried. The
judges 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 some time he got
powerful thirsty and clumb out on to the porch-roof and slid down a
stanchion and traded his new coat for a jug of forty-rod, and clumb
back again and had a good old time; and towards daylight he crawled
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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. 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 old man with a shotgun, maybe, but he didnt know no
other way.
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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 outrun him most of the time. I
didnt want to go to school much before, but I reckoned Id go now
to spite pap. That law trial was a slow businessappeared like they
warnt ever going to get started on it; so every now and then Id 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 suitedthis kind of thing was
right in his line.
He got to hanging around the widows too much and so she told
him at last that if he didnt quit using around there she would make
trouble for him. Well, wasnt he mad? He said he would show who
was Huck Finns 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 warnt no houses but an old log hut in a place where the timber
was so thick you couldnt find it if you didnt know where it was.
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.
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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
warnt long after that till I was used to being where I was, and liked
itall 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 didnt see how
Id ever got to like it so well at the widows, 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 didnt want to go back no more. I had
stopped cussing, because the widow didnt like it; but now I took to
it again because pap hadnt 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 hickry, and I couldnt
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 wasnt 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 couldnt find no way. There warnt a window to it
big enough for a dog to get through. I couldnt 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
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the big bottom log outbig enough to let me through. Well, it was
a good long job, but I was getting towards the end of it when I heard
paps 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 warnt in a good humorso he was his natural self. He said he
was down 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
thered 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 didnt want to go back to
the widows 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 hadnt skipped any, and after that he polished off
with a kind of a general cuss all round, including a considerable parcel
of people which he didnt know the names of, and so called them
whats-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 couldnt find me. That made
me pretty uneasy again, but only for a minute;
I reckoned I wouldnt 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 wouldnt
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 couldnt ever find me any more. I
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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 didnt 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 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 Adamhe was just all mud.
Whenever his liquor begun to work he most always went for the govment.
his time he says:
Call this a govment! why, just look at it and see what its like.
Heres the law a-standing ready to take a mans son away from him
a mans own son, which he has had all the trouble and all the anxiety
and all 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 aint all, nuther. The law backs that old Judge
Thatcher up and helps him to keep me out o my property. Heres
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 aint fitten for a hog. They call that
govment! A man cant get his rights in a govment like this.
Sometimes Ive 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 Id
leave the blamed country and never come a-near it agin. Thems the
very words. I says look at my hatif you call it a hatbut the lid
raises up and the rest of it goes down till its below my chin, and then
it aint rightly a hat at all, but more like my head was shoved up
through a jint o stove-pipe. Look at it, says Isuch a hat for me to
wearone 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 Ohioa mulatter, most as
white as a white man. He had the whitest shirt on you ever see, too,
and the shiniest hat; and there aint a man in that town thats got as
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fine clothes as what he had; and he had a gold watch and chain, and
a silver-headed canethe awfulest old gray-headed nabob in the
State. And what do you think? They said he was a pfessor in a college,
and could talk all kinds of languages, and knowed everything.
And that aint 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 warnt too drunk to get there; but when they told me there was a
State in this country where theyd let that nigger vote, I drawed out.
I says Ill never vote agin. Thems the very words I said; they all heard
me; and the country may rot for all me
Ill never vote agin as long as I live. And to see the cool way of that
niggerwhy, he wouldnt a give me the road if I hadnt shoved him
out o the way. I says to the people, why aint this nigger put up at
auction and sold?thats what I want to know. And what do you
reckon they said? Why, they said he couldnt be sold till hed been in
the State six months, and he hadnt been there that long yet. There,
nowthats a specimen. They call that a govment that cant sell a free
nigger till hes been in the State six months.
Heres a govment that calls itself a govment, and lets on to be a
govment, and thinks it is a govment, and yets 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 languagemostly 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 warnt 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 bodys 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
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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.
After supper pap took the jug, and said he had enough whisky
there for two drunks and one delirium tremens. That was always 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
didnt run my way. He didnt 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 couldnt 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 dont 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 crawling up his legs; and then he would give a jump and scream,
and say one had bit him on the cheekbut I couldnt see no snakes.
He started and run round and round the cabin, hollering Take him
off! take him off! hes 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 didnt make a sound. I could hear 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:
Tramptramptramp; thats the dead; tramptramptramp;
theyre coming after me; but I wont go. Oh, theyre here! dont touch
medont! hands offtheyre 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.
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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 couldnt 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 clumb 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, 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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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 didnt know nothing about what he had been doing, so
I says:
Somebody tried to get in, so I was laying for him.
Why didnt you roust me out?
Well, I tried to, but I couldnt; I couldnt budge you.
Well, all right. Dont stand there palavering all day, but out with
you and see if theres a fish on the lines for breakfast. Ill 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
sprinkling 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 cordwood floating down, and pieces of log rafts
sometimes a dozen 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,
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clothes and all on, and struck out for the canoe. I just expected
thered 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
theyd raise up and laugh at him. But it warnt so this time. It was a
drift-canoe sure enough, and I clumb in and paddled her ashore.
Thinks I, the old man will be glad when he sees thisshes worth ten
dollars. But when I got to shore pap wasnt 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 Id hide her good, and
then, stead of taking to the woods when I run off, Id go down the
river about fifty mile and camp in one place for good, and not have
such a rough time tramping on foot.
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
a piece just drawing a bead on a bird with his gun. So he hadnt 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 catfish off
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 didnt 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 warnt here for no good. Id 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 wont think of following me.
About twelve oclock we turned out and went along up the bank.
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The river was coming up pretty fast, and lots of driftwood going by
on the rise. By and by along comes part of a log raftnine 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 warnt paps 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 wouldnt 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 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 thingseverything that was
worth a cent. I cleaned out the place. I wanted an axe, but there wasnt
any, only the one out at the woodpile, 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 didnt quite touch
ground. If you stood four or five foot away and didnt know it was
sawed, you wouldnt never notice it; and besides, this was the back
of the cabin, and it warnt likely anybody would go fooling around
there.
It was all grass clear to the canoe, so I hadnt left a track. I followed
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
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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 axe, and laid him down
on the ground to bleed; I say ground because it was groundhard
packed, and no boards. Well, next I took an old sack and put a lot of
big rocks in itall I could dragand 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 blooded the axe good,
and stuck it on the back side, and slung the axe in the corner. Then
I took up the pig and held him to my breast with my jacket (so he
couldnt drip) till I got a good piece below 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 saw, for there warnt
no knives and forks on the placepap 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 rushesand
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 dont know
where, but it didnt go to the river. The meal sifted out and made a
little track all the way to the lake. I dropped paps 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 wouldnt 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 willows that hung over the bank, and waited for the
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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, theyll follow the track of that sackful of rocks to the
shore and then drag the river for me. And theyll 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 wont
ever hunt the river for anything but my dead carcass. Theyll soon get
tired of that, and wont bother no more about me. All right; I can
stop anywhere I want to. Jacksons 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. Jacksons Islands the place.
I was pretty tired, and the first thing I knowed I was asleep. When
I woke up I didnt 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, hundreds of
yards out from shore. Everything was dead quiet, and it looked late,
and smelt late. You know what I meanI dont 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 its a still night. I peeped
out through the willow branches, and there it wasa skiff, away
across the water. I couldnt tell how many was in it. It kept a-coming,
and when it was abreast of me I see there warnt but one man in it.
Thinks I, maybe its pap, though I warnt expecting him. He dropped
below me with the current, and by and by he came 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 enoughand sober,
too, by the way he laid his oars.
I didnt 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
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landing, and people might see me and hail me. I got out amongst the
driftwood, 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, tooevery word of it. One man said it was getting towards the
long days and the short nights now. Tother one said this warnt one
of the short ones, he reckonedand 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 didnt laugh; he ripped out
something brisk, and said let him alone. The first fellow said he
lowed to tell it to his old womanshe would think it was pretty
good; but he said that warnt nothing to some things he had said in
his time. I heard one man say it was nearly three oclock, and he
hoped daylight wouldnt wait more than about a week longer. After
that the talk got further and further away, and I couldnt 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.
I was away below the ferry now. I rose up, and there was Jacksons
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 warnt any signs of the bar
at the headit was all under water now.
It didnt 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
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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 stab-board!
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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The sun was up so high when I waked that I judged it was after
eight oclock. I laid there in the grass and the cool shade thinking
about things, and feeling rested and ruther comfortable and satisfied.
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 comfortabledidnt 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 upabout abreast the ferry.
And there was the ferryboat full of people floating along down. I
knowed what was the matter now. Boom! I see the white smoke
squirt out of the ferryboats 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 warnt 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 morningso 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
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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, Ill keep a lookout, and if any of thems floating around after me Ill
give them a show. I changed to the Illinois edge of the island to see
what luck I could have, and I warnt 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 shoreI 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 quick-silver, and set my teeth in. It
was bakers breadwhat 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 aint no doubt but there is
something in that thingthat is, theres something in it when a body
like the widow or the parson prays, but it dont work for me, and I
reckon it dont work for only just the right kind.
I lit a pipe and had a good long smoke, and went on watching. The
ferryboat was floating with the current, and I allowed Id have a
chance to see who was aboard when she come along, because she
would come in close, where the bread did. When shed 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.
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 Jo
Harper, and Tom Sawyer, and his old Aunt Polly, and Sid and Mary,
and plenty more. Everybody was talking about the murder, but the
captain broke in and says:
Look sharp, now; the current sets in the closest here, and maybe
hes washed ashore and got tangled amongst the brush at the waters
edge. I hope so, anyway.
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I didnt 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 couldnt 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 theyd a had some bullets in, I
reckon theyd a got the corpse they was after. Well, I see I warnt hurt,
thanks to goodness. The boat floated on and went out of sight
around the shoulder of the island. I could hear the booming now
and then, further and further off, and by and by, after an hour, I didnt
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 didnt yet a while.
They turned 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 couldnt get at them. I catched a catfish
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
well satisfied; but by and by it got sort of lonesome, and so I went
and set on the bank and listened to the current swashing along, and
counted the stars and drift logs and rafts that come down, and then
went to bed; there aint no better way to put in time when you are
lonesome; you cant stay so, you soon get over it.
And so for three days and nights. No differencejust 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 warnt
far from the foot of the island. I had my gun along, but I hadnt 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 tiptoes
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
couldnt 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 warnt feeling very brash, there warnt much
sand in my craw; but I says, this aint 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 years camp, and then clumb a tree.
I reckon I was up in the tree two hours; but I didnt see nothing, I
didnt hear nothingI only thought I heard and seen as much as a
thousand things. Well, I couldnt 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 bankabout 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-punk, and
says to myself, horses coming; and next I hear peoples voices. I got
everything into the canoe as quick as I could, and then went creep-
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ing through the woods to see what I could find out. I hadnt 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. Lets look around.
I didnt wait, but shoved out and paddled away easy. I tied up in
the old place, and reckoned I would sleep in the canoe.
I didnt sleep much. I couldnt, somehow, for thinking. And every
time I waked up I thought somebody had me by the neck. So the
sleep didnt do me no good. By and by I says to myself, I cant live
this way; Im a-going to find out who it is thats here on the island
with me; Ill 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 on to 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 sat 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 treetops, 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 hadnt no
luck somehow; I couldnt 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 fantods.
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 Watsons 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 medont! I haint ever done no harm to a ghos. I
alwuz liked dead people, en done all I could for em. You go en git in
de river agin, whah you blongs, en doan do nuffn to Ole Jim, at uz
awluz yo fren.
Well, I warnt long making him understand I warnt dead. I was
ever so glad to see Jim. I warnt lonesome now. I told him I warnt
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:
Its good daylight. Les get breakfast. Make up your camp fire
good.
Whats de use er makin up de camp fire to cook strawbries en sich
truck? But you got a gun, haint 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 yous killed.
What, all that time?
Yesindeedy.
And aint you had nothing but that kind of rubbage to eat?
No, sahnuffn else.
Well, you must be most starved, aint you?
I reckn I could eat a hoss. I think I could.
How long you ben on de islan?
Since the night I got killed.
No! Wy, what has you lived on? But you got a gun. Oh, yes, you
got a gun. Dats good. Now you kill sumfn en Ill make up de fire.
So we went over to where the canoe was, and while he 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 considerable, because he reckoned it was
all done with witchcraft. I catched a good big catfish, too, and Jim
cleaned him with his knife, and fried him.
When breakfast was ready we lolled on the grass and eat it smoking
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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
warnt you?
Then I told him the whole thing, and he said it was smart. He said
Tom Sawyer couldnt get up no better plan than what I had. Then I
says:
How do you come to be here, Jim, and howd you get here?
He looked pretty uneasy, and didnt say nothing for a minute. Then
he says:
Maybe I better not tell.
Why, Jim?
Well, deys reasons. But you wouldn tell on me ef I uz to tell you,
would you, Huck?
Blamed if I would, Jim.
Well, I blieve you, Huck. II run off.
Jim!
But mind, you said you wouldn tellyou know you said you
wouldn tell, Huck.
Well, I did. I said I wouldnt, and Ill stick to it. Honest Injun, I
will. People would call me a low-down Abolitionist and despise me
for keeping mumbut that dont make no difference. I aint a-going
to tell, and I aint a-going back there, anyways. So, now, les know all
about it.
Well, you see, it uz dis way. Ole missusdats Miss Watsonshe
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 warnt quite shet, en
I hear old missus tell de widder she gwyne to sell me down to
Orleans, but she didn want to, but she could git eight hundd 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
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sho somers bove de town, but dey wuz people a-stirring 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 yous killed. Dese las skifts wuz
full o ladies en genlmen a-goin over for to see de place. Sometimes
deyd pull up at de sho en take a res bfo dey started acrost, so by de
talk I got to know all bout de killin. I uz powerful sorry yous killed,
Huck, but I aint no mo now.
I laid dah under de shavins all day. I uz hungry, but I warnt
afeard; 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 deyd shin out en
take holiday soon as de ole folks uz outn de way.
Well, when it come dark I tuck out up de river road, en went
bout two mile er more to whah dey warnt no houses. Id made up
my mine bout what Is agwyne to do. You see, ef I kep on tryin to
git away afoot, de dogs ud track me; ef I stole a skift to cross over,
deyd miss dat skift, you see, en deyd know bout whah Id lan on de
yuther side, en whah to pick up my track. So I says, a raff is what Is
arter; it doan make no track.
I see a light a-comin roun de pint bymeby, so I wade in en
shove a log ahead o me en swum moren 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 a-holt. 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 a-risin, en
dey wuz a good current; so I recknd at by fo in de mawnin Id be
twenty-five mile down de river, en den Id slip in jis bfo daylight en
swim asho, en take to de woods on de Illinois 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 warnt no use
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fer to wait, so I slid overboard en struck out fer de islan. Well, I had
a notion I could lan mos anywhers, but I couldntbank too bluff.
I uz mos to de foot er de islan bfo I found 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 warnt wet, so I uz all right.
And so you aint had no meat nor bread to eat all this time? Why
didnt you get mud-turkles?
How you gwyne to git m? You cant slip up on um en grab um;
en hows a body gwyne to hit um wid a rock? How could a body do
it in de night? En I warnt gwyne to show mysef on de bank in de
daytime.
Well, thats so. Youve 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 um go by heah
watched um thoo de bushes.
Some young birds come along, flying a yard or two at a time and
lighting. 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 wouldnt let me. He said it was death. He said his
father laid mighty sick once, and some of them catched a bird, and
his old granny said his father would die, and he did.
And Jim said you mustnt 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 beehive
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 wouldnt sting idiots; but I didnt believe that, because
I had tried them lots of times myself, and they wouldnt 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 warnt any good-luck signs. He says:
Mighty fewan dey aint no use to a body. What you want to
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know when good lucks a-comin for? Want to keep it off? And he
said: Ef yous got hairy arms en a hairy breas, its a sign dat yous
agwyne to be rich. Well, deys some use in a sign like dat, kase its so
fur ahead. You see, maybe yous got to be po a long time fust, en so
you might git discourage en kill yosef f you didn know by de sign
dat you gwyne to be rich bymeby.
Have you got hairy arms and a hairy breast, Jim?
Whats de use to ax dat question? Dont 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 specalatn, en got busted out.
What did you speculate in, Jim?
Well, fust I tackled stock.
What kind of stock?
Why, live stockcattle, you know. I put ten dollars in a cow. But
I ain gwyne to resk no mo money in stock. De cow up n died on
my hans.
So you lost the ten dollars.
No, I didnt lose it all. I ony 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 that one-laigged nigger dat blongs 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 didnt have much. I wuz de ony one dat had much. So I
stuck out for mo dan fo dollars, en I said f I didn git it Id start a
bank mysef. Well, o course dat nigger want to keep me out er de
business, bekase he says dey warnt 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 recknd Id 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 night, en nex day de
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one-laigged nigger say de banks 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 BalumBalums Ass dey call him for
short; hes one er dem chuckleheads, you know. But hes lucky, dey
say, en I see I warnt lucky. De dream say let Balum inves de ten cents
en hed 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 hundd 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 kleck dat money no
way; en Balum he couldn. I ain gwyne to len no mo money dout I
see de security. Boun to git yo money back a hundd times, de
preacher says! Ef I could git de ten cents back, Id call it squah, en be
glad er de chanst.
Well, its all right anyway, Jim, long as youre going to be rich
again some time or other.
Yes; en Is rich now, come to look at it. I owns mysef, en Is wuth
eight hundd dollars. I wisht I had de money, I wouldn want no
mo.
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I wanted to go and look at a place right about the middle of the
island that Id 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 clumb 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 didnt 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?
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.
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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 blueblack
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 under-side 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; and next, when it was just about the bluest and
blackestfst! it was as bright as glory, and youd 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 youd 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 its long stairs and they bounce a good deal, you know.
Jim, this is nice, I says. I wouldnt want to be nowhere else but
here. Pass me along another hunk of fish and some hot corn-bread.
Well, you wouldnt a ben here f it hadnt a ben for Jim. Youd 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 acrossa half a milebecause 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
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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 turtlesthey would slide off in the water.
The ridge our cavern was in was full of them. We could a had pets
enough if wed wanted them.
One night we catched a little section of a lumber raftnice pine
planks. It was twelve foot wide and about fifteen or sixteen foot long,
and the top stood above water six or seven inchesa solid, level
floor. We could see saw-logs go by in the daylight sometimes, but we
let them go; we didnt show ourselves in daylight.
Another night when we was up at the head of the island, just
before daylight, here comes a frame-house down, on the west side.
She was a two-story, and tilted over considerable. We paddled out
and got aboardclumb 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 didnt budge. So I hollered again, and then Jim says:
De man aint asleephes dead. You hold stillIll go en see.
He went, and bent down and looked, and says:
Its a dead man. Yes, indeedy; naked, too. Hes ben shot in de
back. I reckn hes ben dead two er three days. Come in, Huck, but
doan look at his faceits too gashly.
I didnt look at him at all. Jim throwed some old rags over him, but
he neednt done it; I didnt 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
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womens underclothes hanging against the wall, and some mens
clothing, too. We put the lot into the canoeit might come good.
There was a boys 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 warnt nothing left in them
that was any account. The way things was scattered about we reckoned
the people left in a hurry, and warnt 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 bedquilt 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 fishline as thick as my little finger
with some monstrous hooks on it, and a roll of buckskin, and a
leather dog-collar, and a horseshoe, and some vials of medicine that
didnt 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 couldnt 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 hadnt no accidents and didnt see nobody. We got home
all safe.
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After breakfast I wanted to talk about the dead man and guess
out how he come to be killed, but Jim didnt want to. He said it
would fetch bad luck; and besides, he said, he might come and hant
us; he said a man that warnt buried was more likely to go a-hanting
around than one that was planted and comfortable. That sounded
pretty reasonable, so I didnt say no more; but I couldnt keep from
studying over it and wishing I knowed who shot the man, and what
they done it for.
We rummaged the clothes wed got, and found eight dollars in silver
sewed up in the lining of an old blanket overcoat. Jim said he
reckoned the people in that house stole the coat, because if theyd a
knowed the money was there they wouldnt a left it. I said I reckoned
they killed him, too; but Jim didnt want to talk about that. I says:
Now you think its 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, heres your bad luck! Weve raked in
all this truck and eight dollars besides. I wish we could have some
bad luck like this every day, Jim.
Never you mind, honey, never you mind. Dont you git too peart.
Its a-comin. Mind I tell you, its 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
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the foot of Jims blanket, ever so natural, thinking thered 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 snakes 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 paps 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 snakes head and throw it away, and
then skin the body and roast a piece of it. I done it, and he 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 clear away amongst the bushes; for
I warnt 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 Id druther been bit with a snake
than paps 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 wouldnt ever
take a-holt 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 hadnt 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 Ive 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,
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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 didnt see it. Pap told me.
But anyway it all come of looking at the moon that way, like a fool.
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 catfish that was
as big as a man, being six foot two inches long, and weighed over two
hundred pounds. We couldnt 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 hed 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 hadnt 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 markethouse
there; everybody buys some of him; his meats 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 and look sharp. Then he studied it over
and said, couldnt 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 trouser-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 didnt 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,
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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 hadnt 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 didnt know her face; she was a
stranger, for you couldnt start a face in that town that I didnt 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 wouldnt forget I was a girl.
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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?
Nom. In Hookerville, seven mile below. Ive walked all the way
and Im all tired out.
Hungry, too, I reckon. Ill find you something.
Nom, I aint hungry. I was so hungry I had to stop two miles
below here at a farm; so I aint hungry no more. Its what makes me
so late. My mothers 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 haint ever been here before. Do you know
him?
No; but I dont know everybody yet. I havent lived here quite two
weeks. Its a considerable ways to the upper end of the town. You better
stay here all night. Take off your bonnet.
No, I says; Ill rest a while, I reckon, and go on. I aint afeared
of the dark.
She said she wouldnt let me go by myself, but her husband would
be in by and by, maybe in a hour and a half, and shed 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 didnt
know but theyd made a mistake coming to our town, instead of let-
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ting well aloneand so on and so on, till I was afeard I had made a
mistake coming to her to find out what was going on in the town;
but by and by she dropped on to 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? Weve heard considerable about these goings on
down in Hookerville, but we dont know who twas that killed Huck
Finn.
Well, I reckon theres a right smart chance of people HERE thatd
like to know who killed him. Some think old Finn done it himself.
Nois that so?
Most everybody thought it at first. Hell 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 run off the very night Huck Finn was killed. So theres
a reward out for himthree hundred dollars. And theres a reward
out for old Finn, tootwo hundred dollars. You see, he come to
town the morning after the murder, and told about it, and was out
with em on the ferryboat 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 hadnt ben seen sence ten oclock 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 comes old Finn, and went boo-hooing to Judge
Thatcher to get money to hunt for the nigger all over Illinois with.
The judge gave him some, and that evening he got drunk, and was
around till after midnight with a couple of mighty hard-looking
strangers, and then went off with them. Well, he haint come back
sence, and they aint 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 hed get Hucks money
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without having to bother a long time with a lawsuit. People do say
he warnt any too good to do it. Oh, hes sly, I reckon. If he dont
come back for a year hell be all right. You cant prove anything on
him, you know; everything will be quieted down then, and hell walk
in Hucks money as easy as nothing.
Yes, I reckon so, m. I dont see nothing in the way of it. Has
everybody guit thinking the nigger done it?
Oh, no, not everybody. A good many thinks he done it. But
theyll get the nigger pretty soon now, and maybe they can scare it
out of him.
Why, are they after him yet?
Well, youre innocent, aint you! Does three hundred dollars lay
around every day for people to pick up? Some folks think the nigger
aint far from here. Im one of thembut I haint 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 Jacksons Island. Dont anybody
live there? says I. No, nobody, says they. I didnt say any more, but I
done some thinking. I was pretty near certain Id seen smoke over
there, about the head of the island, a day or two before that, so I says
to myself, like as not that niggers hiding over there; anyway, says I, its
worth the trouble to give the place a hunt. I haint seen any smoke
sence, so I reckon maybe hes gone, if it was him; but husbands going
over to seehim and another man. He was gone up the river; but he
got back today, and I told him as soon as he got here two hours ago.
I had got so uneasy I couldnt 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 little. I put down the needle and thread, and
let on to be interestedand I was, tooand says:
Three hundred dollars is a power of money. I wish my mother
could get it. Is your husband going over there tonight?
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. Theyll go over
after midnight.
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Couldnt they see better if they was to wait till daytime?
Yes. And couldnt the nigger see better, too? After midnight hell
likely be asleep, and they can slip around through the woods and
hunt up his camp fire all the better for the dark, if hes got one.
I didnt think of that.
The woman kept looking at me pretty curious, and
I didnt feel a bit comfortable. Pretty soon she says
What did you say your name was, honey?
MMary Williams.
Somehow it didnt seem to me that I said it was Mary before, so I
didnt look upseemed 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 something 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, yesm, I did. Sarah Mary Williams. Sarahs my first name.
Some calls me Sarah, some calls me Mary.
Oh, thats the way of it?
Yesm.
I was feeling better then, but I wished I was out of there, anyway. I
couldnt 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. Youd 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 wouldnt 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 shed wrenched her arm a day
or two ago, and didnt know whether she could throw true now. But
she watched for a chance, and directly 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 didnt let on. I got the thing, and the
first rat that showed his nose I let drive, and if hed a stayed where he
was hed a been a tolerable sick rat. She said that was first-rate, and
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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 husbands
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, and very pleasant, and says:
Come, now, whats your real name?
Whwhat, mum?
Whats your real name? Is it Bill, or Tom, or Bob?or what is it?
I reckon I shook like a leaf, and I didnt know hardly what to do.
But I says:
Please to dont poke fun at a poor girl like me, mum. If Im in the
way here, Ill
No, you wont. Set down and stay where you are. I aint going to
hurt you, and I aint going to tell on you, nuther. You just tell me
your secret, and trust me. Ill keep it; and, whats more, Ill help you.
Soll my old man if you want him to. You see, youre a runaway prentice,
thats all. It aint anything. There aint no harm in it. Youve been
treated bad, and you made up your mind to cut. Bless you, child, I
wouldnt tell on you. Tell me all about it now, thats a good boy.
So I said it wouldnt be no use to try to play it any longer, and I
would just make a clean breast and tell her everything, but she musnt
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
couldnt 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 daughters old clothes
and cleared out, and I had been three nights coming the thirty miles.
I traveled nights, and hid daytimes and slept, and the bag of bread
and meat I carried from home lasted me all the way, and I had aplenty.
I said I believed my uncle Abner Moore would take care of
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me, and so that was why I struck out for this town of Goshen.
Goshen, child? This aint Goshen. This is St. Petersburg. Goshens
ten mile further up the river. Who told you this was Goshen?
Why, a man I met at daybreak 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 aint no matter now. I
got to be moving along. Ill fetch Goshen before daylight.
Hold on a minute. Ill put you up a snack to eat.
You might want it.
So she put me up a snack, and says:
Say, when a cows laying down, which end of her gets up first?
Answer up prompt nowdont stop to study over it. Which end gets
up first?
The hind end, mum.
Well, then, a horse?
The forrard end, mum.
Which side of a tree does the 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. Whats your real name, now?
George Peters, mum.
Well, try to remember it, George. Dont forget and tell me its
Elexander before you go, and then get out by saying its George
Elexander when I catch you. And dont 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 dont hold the
thread still and fetch the needle up to it; hold the needle still and
poke the thread at it; thats 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 tiptoe and fetch your hand up over your
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head as awkward 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; she
dont 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 Ill 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 roads a rocky one, and your
feetll 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 didnt want no blinders on then. When
I was about the middle I heard the clock begin to strike, so I stops
and listens; the sound come faint over the water but cleareleven.
When I struck the head of the island I never waited to blow, though
I 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 aint a minute to lose.
Theyre 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 didnt
show a candle outside after that.
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I took the canoe out from the shore a little piece, and took a look;
but if there was a boat around I couldnt see it, for stars and shadows
aint good to see by. Then we got out the raft and slipped along down
in the shade, past the foot of the island dead stillnever saying
a word.
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It must a been close on to one oclock 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 didnt come, for we hadnt ever
thought to put the gun in the canoe, or a fishing-line, or anything to
eat. We was in ruther too much of a sweat to think of so many
things. It warnt good judgment 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
warnt no fault of mine. I played it as low down on them as I could.
When the first streak of day began to show we tied up to a towhead
in a big bend on the Illinois side, and hacked off cottonwood 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 sandbar
that has cottonwoods on it as thick as harrow-teeth.
We had mountains on the Missouri shore and heavy timber on the
Illinois side, and the channel was down the Missouri shore at that
place, so we warnt 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
wouldnt set down and watch a camp fireno, sir, shed fetch a dog.
Well, then, I said, why couldnt she tell her husband to fetch a dog?
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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 wouldnt be here on a towhead sixteen
or seventeen mile below the villageno, indeedy, we would be
in that same old town again. So I said I didnt care what was the reason
they didnt get us as long as they didnt.
When it was beginning to come on dark we poked our heads out
of the cottonwood 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 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 extra 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, because we must always
light the lantern whenever we see a steamboat coming down-stream,
to keep from getting run over; but we wouldnt 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 didnt always run 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, lay-ing on our
backs looking up at the stars, and we didnt ever feel like talking loud,
and it warnt often that we laughedonly a little kind of a low
chuckle. We had mighty good weather as a general thing, and nothing
ever happened to us at allthat night, nor the next, nor the next.
Every night we passed towns, some of them away up on black hillsides,
nothing 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
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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 oclock that still night. There
warnt a sound there; everybody was asleep.
Every night now I used to slip ashore towards ten oclock 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 warnt roosting
comfortable, and took him along. Pap always said, take a chicken
when you get a chance, because if you dont want him yourself
you can easy find somebody that does, and a good deed aint ever forgot.
I never see pap when he didnt want the chicken himself, but
that is what he used to say, anyway.
Mornings before daylight I slipped into cornfields and borrowed
a watermelon, or a mushmelon, or a punkin, or some new corn,
or things of that kind. Pap always said it warnt no harm to borrow
things if you was meaning to pay them back some time; but
the widow said it warnt 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 things from the list and say we wouldnt
borrow them any morethen he reckoned it wouldnt 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 daylight we got it all settled satisfactory,
and concluded to drop crabapples and psimmons. We
warnt feeling just right before that, but it was all comfortable
now. I was glad the way it come out, too, because crabapples aint
ever good, and the psimmons wouldnt 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 didnt go to bed early enough in the evening. Take it all
round, 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
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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 mysteriouslike,
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:
Les land on her, Jim.
But Jim was dead against it at first. He says:
I doan want to go fooln long er no wrack. Wes doin blame
well, en we better let blame well alone, as de good book says. Like as
not deys a watchman on dat wrack.
Watchman your grandmother, I says; there aint nothing to
watch but the texas and the pilot-house; and do you reckon anybodys
going to resk his life for a texas and a pilot-house such a night
as this, when its likely to break up and wash off down the river any
minute? Jim couldnt say nothing to that, so he didnt try. And
besides, I says, we might borrow something worth having out of
the captains stateroom. Seegars, I bet youand cost five cents
apiece, solid cash. Steamboat captains is always rich, and get sixty
dollars a month, and they dont care a cent what a thing costs, you
know, long as they want it. Stick a candle in your pocket; I cant rest,
Jim, till we give her a rummaging. Do you reckon Tom Sawyer would
ever go by this thing? Not for pie, he wouldnt. Hed call it an adventure
thats what hed call it; and hed land on that wreck if it was his
last act. And wouldnt he throw style into it?wouldnt he spread
himself, nor nothing? Why, youd think it was Christopher Clumbus
discovering Kingdom-Come. I wish Tom Sawyer was here.
Jim he grumbled a little, but give in. He said we mustnt talk any
more than we could help, and then talk mighty low. The lightning
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showed us the wreck again just in time, and we fetched the stabboard
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 couldnt see no sign of them. Pretty soon we struck
the forward end of the skylight, and clumb on to it; and the next step
fetched us in front of the captains 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 dont, boys; I swear I wont ever tell!
Another voice said, pretty loud:
Its a lie, Jim Turner. Youve acted this way before. You always want
moren your share of the truck, and youve always got it, too, because
youve swore t if you didnt youd tell. But this time youve said it jest
one time too many. Youre the meanest, treacherousest hound in this
country.
By this time Jim was gone for the raft. I was just a-biling with
curiosity; and I says to myself, Tom Sawyer wouldnt back out now,
and so I wont either;
Im a-going to see whats going on here. So I dropped on my hands
and knees in the little passage, and crept aft in the dark till there
warnt but 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 mans head on the floor, and saying:
Id like to! And I orter, tooa mean skunk!
The man on the floor would shrivel up and say, Oh, please dont,
Bill; I haint ever goin to tell.
And every time he said that the man with the lantern would laugh
and say:
Deed you aint! You never said no truer thing n that, you bet
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you. And once he said: Hear him beg! and yit if we hadnt got the
best of him and tied him hed a killed us both. And what for? Jist for
nothn. Jist because we stood on our rightsthats what for. But I lay
you aint a-goin to threaten nobody any more, Jim Turner. Put UP
that pistol, Bill.
Bill says:
I dont want to, Jake Packard. Im for killin himand didnt he
kill old Hatfield jist the same wayand dont he deserve it?
But I dont want him killed, and Ive got my reasons for it.
Bless yo heart for them words, Jake Packard! Ill never forgit you
longs I live! says the man on the floor, sort of blubbering.
Packard didnt 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 couldnt make very good time; so to keep from
getting run over and catched I crawled into a stateroom on the upper
side. The man came a-pawing along in the dark, and when Packard
got to my stateroom, he says:
Herecome 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 couldnt
see them, but I could tell where they was by the whisky theyd
been having. I was glad I didnt drink whisky; but it wouldnt made
much difference anyway, because most of the time they couldnt a
treed me because I didnt breathe. I was too scared. And, besides, a
body couldnt breathe and hear such talk. They talked low and
earnest. Bill wanted to kill Turner.
He says:
Hes said hell tell, and he will. If we was to give both our shares
to him now it wouldnt make no difference after the row and the way
weve served him. Shores youre born, hell turn States evidence; now
you hear me. Im for putting him out of his troubles.
Som I, says Packard, very quiet.
Blame it, Id sorter begun to think you wasn't.
Well, then, thats all right. Les go and do it.
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Hold on a minute; I haint had my say yit. You listen to me.
Shootings good, but theres quieter ways if the things got to be done.
But what I say is this: it aint good sense to go courtn around after a
halter if you can git at what youre up to in some way thats jist as
good and at the same time dont bring you into no resks. Aint that
so?
You bet it is. But how you goin to manage it this time?
Well, my idea is this: well rustle around and gather up whatever
pickins weve overlooked in the state-rooms, and shove for shore and
hide the truck. Then well wait. Now I say it aint a-goin to be
moren two hours befo this wrack breaks up and washes off down the
river. See? Hell be drownded, and wont have nobody to blame for it
but his own self. I reckon thats a considerble sight better n killin of
him. Im unfavorable to killin a man as long as you can git aroun it;
it aint good sense, it aint good morals. Aint I right?
Yes, I reckn you are. But spose she dont break up and wash off?
Well, we can wait the two hours anyway and see, cant 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 aint no time for fooling around and moaning;
theres a gang of murderers in yonder, and if we dont hunt up their
boat and set her drifting down the river so these fellows cant get
away from the wreck theres one of em going to be in a bad fix. But
if we find their boat we can put all of em in a bad fixfor the sheriff
ll get em. Quickhurry! Ill 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 Ien here we is!
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Well I catched my breath and most fainted.
Shut up on a wreck with such a gang as that! But it warnt no time
to be sentimentering. Wed got to find that boat nowhad to have it
for ourselves. So we went a-quaking and shaking down the stabboard
side, and slow work it was, tooseemed a week before we got to the
stern. No sign of a boat. Jim said he didnt believe he could go any
furtherso scared he hadnt 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 down. It was Packard. Then Bill he come out and got in.
Packard says, in a low voice:
All readyshove off!
I couldnt hardly hang on to the shutters, I was so weak. But Bill says:
Hold ond you go through him?
No. Didnt you?
No. So hes got his share o the cash yet.
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Well, then, come along; no use to take truck and leave money.
Say, wont he suspicion what were up to?
Maybe he wont. 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 tumbling after me. I out
with my knife and cut the rope, and away we went!
We didnt touch an oar, and we didnt 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 menI reckon I
hadnt 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 aint 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 well land a hundred yards below it or above
it, in a place where its a good hiding-place for you and the skiff, and
then Ill 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 time worse than ever. The rain poured down, and
never a light showed; everybody 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 stayed, 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.
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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 on to 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 showedup 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 ferryboat. I skimmed around for the watchman,
a-wondering whereabouts he slept; and by and by I found
him roosting on the bitts forward, with his head down between his
knees. I gave 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, whats up? Dont cry, bub. Whats the trouble?
I says:
Pap, and mam, and sis, and
Then I broke down. He says:
Oh, dang it now, dont take on so; we all has to have our troubles,
and this n ll come out all right. Whats the matter with em?
Theyretheyreare you the watchman of the boat?
Yes, he says, kind of pretty-well-satisfied like. Im the captain
and the owner and the mate and the pilot and watchman and head
deck-hand; and sometimes Im the freight and passengers. I aint as
rich as old Jim Hornback, and I cant be so blame generous and good
to Tom, Dick, and Harry as what he is, and slam around money the
way he does; but Ive told him a many a time t I wouldnt trade
places with him; for, says I, a sailors lifes the life for me, and Im
derned if ID live two mile out o town, where there aint nothing
ever goin on, not for all his spondulicks and as much more on top of
it. Says I
I broke in and says:
Theyre in an awful peck of trouble, and
Who is?
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Why, pap and mam and sis and Miss Hooker;and if youd take
your ferryboat and go up there
Up where? Where are they?
On the wreck.
What wreck?
Why, there aint but one.
What, you dont mean the Walter Scott?
Yes.
Good land! what are they doin there, for gracious sakes?
Well, they didnt go there a-purpose.
I bet they didnt! Why, great goodness, there aint no chance for
em if they dont 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, Booths Landinggo on.
She was a-visiting there at Booths 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 friends house, Miss What-you-may-call-her, I
disremember her nameand 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 ferryman 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 didnt notice
the wreck till we was right on it; and so we saddle-baggsed; but all of
us was saved but Bill Whippleand oh, he was the best cretur !I
most wish t it had been me, I do.
My George! Its the beatenest thing I ever struck. And then what
did you all do?
Well, we hollered and took on, but its so wide there we couldnt
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 didnt strike help sooner, come
here and hunt up her uncle, and hed 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
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such a current? There aint no sense in it; go for the steam ferry. Now
if youll go and
By Jackson, Id like to, and, blame it, I dont know but I will; but
who in the dingnations a-going to pay for it? Do you reckon your
pap
Why thats all right. Miss Hooker she tole me, particular, that her
uncle Hornback
Great guns! is he 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 youll come to the tavern; tell em to dart you
out to Jim Hornbacks, and hell foot the bill. And dont you fool
around any, because hell want to know the news. Tell him Ill have
his niece all safe before he can get to town. Hump yourself, now; Im
a-going 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 couldnt rest easy till I could see the
ferryboat start. But take it all around, I was feeling ruther 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
warnt much chance for anybody being alive in her. I pulled all
around her and hollered a little, but there wasnt 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.
Then here comes the ferryboat; 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 Hookers remainders, because the
captain would know her uncle Hornback would want them; and
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then pretty soon the ferryboat give it up and went for the shore, and
I laid into my work and went a-booming down the river.
It did seem a powerful long time before Jims 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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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 hadnt ever been this rich before
in neither of our lives. The seegars was prime. We laid off all the
afternoon in the woods talking, and me reading the books, and having
a general good time. I told Jim all about what happened inside
the wreck and at the ferryboat, and I said these kinds of things was
adventures; but he said he didnt want no more adventures. 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 didnt 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 your majesty, and your grace, and your lordship,
and so on, stead of mister; and Jims eyes bugged out, and he
was interested. He says:
I didn know dey was so many un um. I haint hearn bout none
un um, skasely, but ole King Sollermun, onless you counts dem kings
dats in a pack er kyards. How much do a king git?
Get? I says; why, they get a thousand dollars a month if they
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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 dont do nothing! Why, how you talk! They just set around.
No; is dat so?
Of course it is. They just set aroundexcept, maybe, when theres
a war; then they go to the war. But other times they just lazy around;
or go hawkingjust hawking and spSh!d you hear a noise?
We skipped out and looked; but it warnt nothing but the flutter of
a steamboats 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 parlyment; and if everybody dont go just so he whacks their
heads off. But mostly they hang round the harem.
Roun de which?
Harem.
Whats de harem?
The place where he keeps his wives. Dont you know about the
harem? Solomon had one; he had about a million wives.
Why, yes, dats so; IId done forgot it. A harems a bodn-house,
I reckn. Mos likely dey has rackety times in de nussery. En I reckn
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
blim-blammin all de time? Nodeed he wouldnt. 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 kyer what de widder say, he warnt 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. Dahs de stump, dahdats one er de women;
heahs youdats de yuther one; Is Sollermun; en dish yer dollar
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bills de 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
blong 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. Dats de way Sollermun was gwyne to do wid de chile. Now
I want to ast you: whats de use er dat half a bill?cant buy nothn
wid it. En what use is a half a chile? I wouldn give a dern for a million
un um.
But hang it, Jim, youve clean missed the pointblame it, youve
missed it a thousand mile.
Who? Me? Go long. Doan talk to me bout yo pints. I reckn I
knows sense when I sees it; en dey ain no sense in sich doins as dat.
De spute warnt 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 outn de rain. Doan
talk to me bout Sollermun, Huck, I knows him by de back.
But I tell you you dont get the point.
Blame de point! I reckn I knows what I knows. En mine you,
de real pint is down furderits down deeper. It lays in de way
Sollermun was raised. You take a man dats got ony one or two
chillen; is dat man gwyne to be waseful o chillen? No, he aint; he
cant ford it. He know how to value em. But you take a man dats
got bout five million chillen runnin roun de house, en its diffunt.
He as soon chop a chile in two as a cat. Deys plenty mo. A
chile er two, mo er less, warnt no consekens to Sollermun, dad
fatch him!
I never see such a nigger. If he got a notion in his head once, there
warnt 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 ago; and about his 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.
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Dats good! But hell be pooty lonesomedey ain no kings here,
is dey, Huck?
No.
Den he caint git no situation. What he gwyne to do?
Well, I dont 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 couldnt understand a word they saidnot a single
word.
Well, now, I be ding-busted! How do dat come?
I dont know; but its so. I got some of their jabber out of a book.
Spose a man was to come to you and say Polly-voo-franzywhat
would you think?
I wouldn think nuff n; Id take en bust him over de headdat is,
if he warnt white. I wouldnt low no nigger to call me dat.
Shucks, it aint calling you anything. Its only saying, do you know
how to talk French?
Well, den, why couldnt he say it?
Why, he is a-saying it. Thats a Frenchmans way of saying it.
Well, its 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 dont.
Well, does a cow?
No, a cow dont, nuther.
Does a cat talk like a cow, or a cow talk like a cat?
No, dey dont.
Its natural and right for em to talk different from each other, aint it?
Course.
And aint it natural and right for a cat and a cow to talk different
from us?
Why, mos sholy it is.
Well, then, why aint it natural and right for a Frenchman to talk
different from us? You answer me that.
Is a cat a man, Huck?
No.
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Well, den, dey aint no sense in a cat talkin like a man. Is a cow a
man?er is a cow a cat?
No, she aint either of them.
Well, den, she aint 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 warnt no use wasting wordsyou cant learn a nigger to
argue. So I quit.
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We judged that three nights more would fetch us to Cairo, at
the bottom of Illinois, where the Ohio River comes 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 begun to come on, and we made for a
towhead to tie to, for it wouldnt do to try to run in a fog; but when
I paddled ahead in the canoe, with the line to make fast, there warnt
anything 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 couldnt budge for most a half a minute it seemed
to meand then there warnt no raft in sight; you couldnt 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 didnt come. I
was in such a hurry I hadnt untied her. I got up and tried to untie
her, but I was so excited my hands shook so I couldnt hardly do anything
with them.
As soon as I got started I took out after the raft, hot and heavy,
right down the towhead. That was all right as far as it went, but the
towhead warnt sixty yards long, and the minute I flew by the foot of
it I shot out into the solid white fog, and hadnt no more idea which
way I was going than a dead man.
Thinks I, it wont do to paddle; first I know Ill run into the bank
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or a towhead or something; I got to set still and float, and yet its
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 warnt
heading for it, but heading away to the right of it. And the next time
I was heading away to the left of itand 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 elses 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 current had swung the canoes head down-stream,
and I was all right if that was Jim and not some other raftsman hollering.
I couldnt tell nothing about voices in a fog, for nothing dont
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 didnt
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 warnt no
towhead that you could float by in ten minutes. It had the big timber
of a regular island; it might be five or six miles long and more
than 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 miles an hour; but you
dont ever think of that. No, you feel like you are laying dead still on
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the water; and if a little glimpse of a snag slips by you dont think to
yourself how fast youre going, but you catch your breath and think,
my! how that snags tearing along. If you think it aint dismal and
lonesome out in a fog that way by yourself in the night, you try it
onceyoull 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 couldnt
do it, and directly I judged Id got into a nest of towheads, for I had
little dim glimpses of them on both sides of mesometimes just a
narrow channel between, and some that I couldnt see I knowed was
there because Id hear the wash of the current against the old dead
brush and trash that hung over the banks. Well, I warnt long loosing
the whoops down amongst the towheads; and I only tried to chase
them a little while, anyway, because it was worse than chasing a Jacko-
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 butting into the bank every now and then, or else it
would get further ahead and clear out of hearingit was floating a
little faster than what I was.
Well, I seemed to be in the open river again by and by, but I couldnt
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 wouldnt bother no more. I
didnt want to go to sleep, of course; but I was so sleepy I couldnt
help it; so I thought I would take jest 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 didnt know where I was; I
thought I was dreaming; and when things began to come back to me
they seemed to come up dim out of last week.
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 after it; but when I got to it it warnt nothing but a
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couple of sawlogs 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 shed had a rough time.
I made fast and laid down under Jims nose on the raft, and began
to gap, and stretch my fists out against Jim, and says:
Hello, Jim, have I been asleep? Why didnt you stir me up?
Goodness gracious, is dat you, Huck? En you ain deadyou ain
drowndedyous back agin? Its too good for true, honey, its too
good for true. Lemme look at you chile, lemme feel o you. No, you
ain dead! yous back agin, live en soun, jis de same ole Huckde
same ole Huck, thanks to goodness!
Whats the matter with you, Jim? You been a-drinking?
Drinkin? Has I ben a-drinkin? Has I had a chance to be adrinkin?
Well, then, what makes you talk so wild?
How does I talk wild?
How? Why, haint you been talking about my coming back, and all
that stuff, as if Id been gone away?
HuckHuck Finn, you look me in de eye; look me in de eye.
haint you ben gone away?
Gone away? Why, what in the nation do you mean? I haint been
gone anywheres. Where would I go to?
Well, looky here, boss, deys sumf n wrong, dey is. Is I me, or who
is I? Is I heah, or whah is I? Now dats what I wants to know.
Well, I think youre here, plain enough, but I think youre a tangle-
headed old fool, Jim.
I is, is I? Well, you answer me dis: Didnt you tote out de line in
de canoe fer to make fas to de tow-head?
No, I didnt. What tow-head? I haint see no tow-head.
You haint seen no towhead? Looky here, didnt 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?
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Why, de fog!de fog dats been aroun all night. En didnt you
whoop, en didnt 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 didnt I bust up agin a lot er dem islands en
have a turrible time en mos git drownded? Now ain dat so, boss
aint it so? You answer me dat.
Well, this is too many for me, Jim. I haint 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 couldnt a got drunk in that time, so
of course youve 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 didnt any of it
happen.
But, Huck, its all jis as plain to me as
It dont make no difference how plain it is; there aint nothing in
it. I know, because Ive been here all the time.
Jim didnt say nothing for about five minutes, but set there studying
over it. Then he says:
Well, den, I reckn I did dream it, Huck; but dog my cats ef it aint
de powerfullest dream I ever see. En I haint ever had no dream bfo
dats tired me like dis one.
Oh, well, thats 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 towhead 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 didnt try hard to make out to understand
them theyd just take us into bad luck, stead of keeping us out of it.
The lot of towheads was troubles we was going to get into with quarrelsome
people and all kinds of mean folks, but if we minded our
business and didnt talk back and aggravate them, we would pull
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through and get out of the fog and into the big clear river, which was
the free States, and wouldnt have no more trouble.
It had clouded up pretty dark just after I got on to the raft, but it
was clearing up again now.
Oh, well, thats 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
couldnt 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? Ise 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 kyer 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, Is 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 frens
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 warnt ever sorry for
it afterwards, neither. I didnt do him no more mean tricks, and I
wouldnt done that one if Id a knowed it would make him feel that
way.
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We slept most all day, and started out at night, a little ways
behind a monstrous 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 wigwams 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 couldnt 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 wouldnt, because I had heard say
there warnt but about a dozen houses there, and if they didnt 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
Jimand 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, 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 warnt nothing to do now but to look out sharp for the
town, and not pass it without seeing it. He said hed be mighty sure
to see it, because hed be a free man the minute he seen it, but if he
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missed it hed be in a slave country again and no more show for freedom.
Every little while he jumps up and says:
Dah she is?
But it warnt. 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
freeand who was to blame for it? Why, me. I couldnt get that out
of my conscience, no how nor no way. It got to troubling me so I
couldnt rest; I couldnt stay still in one place. It hadnt ever come
home to me before, what this thing was that I was doing. But now it
did; and it stayed with me, and scorched me more and more. I tried
to make out to myself that I warnt to blame, because I didnt run Jim
off from his rightful owner; but it warnt 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 couldnt 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. Thats 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, Dahs 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 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 mas-
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ter wouldnt sell them, theyd get an Ablitionist to go and steal
them.
It most froze me to hear such talk. He wouldnt 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 hell 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 childrenchildren that belonged to a man I
didnt even know; a man that hadnt 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 meit aint too late yetIll 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:
Wes safe, Huck, wes safe! Jump up and crack yo heels! Dats de
good ole Cairo at las, I jis knows it!
I says:
Ill take the canoe and go and see, Jim. It mightnt 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 Ill be a-shoutn for joy, en Ill say, its all on
accounts o Huck; Is a free man, en I couldnt ever ben free ef it
hadn ben for Huck; Huck done it. Jim wont ever forgit you,
Huck; yous de bes fren Jims ever had; en yous de only fren ole
Jims 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 warnt right down certain whether I was
glad I started or whether I warnt. When I was fifty yards off, Jim
says:
Dah you goes, de ole true Huck; de ony white genlman dat ever
kep his promise to ole Jim.
Well, I just felt sick. But I says, I got to do itI cant get out of it.
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Right then along comes a skiff with two men in it with guns, and
they stopped and I stopped. One of them says:
Whats that yonder?
A piece of a raft, I says.
Do you belong on it?
Yes, sir.
Any men on it?
Only one, sir.
Well, theres five niggers run off tonight up yonder, above the head
of the bend. Is your man white or black?
I didnt answer up prompt. I tried to, but the words wouldnt come.
I tried for a second or two to brace up and out with it, but I warnt
man enoughhadnt the spunk of a rabbit. I see I was weakening; so
I just give up trying, and up and says:
Hes white.
I reckon well go and see for ourselves.
I wish you would, says I, because its pap thats there, and maybe
youd help me tow the raft ashore where the light is. Hes sickand
so is mam and Mary Ann.
Oh, the devil! were in a hurry, boy. But I spose weve got to.
Come, buckle to your paddle, and lets get along.
I buckled to my paddle and they laid to their oars.
When we had made a stroke or two, I says:
Papll 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
cant do it by myself.
Well, thats infernal mean. Odd, too. Say, boy, whats the matter
with your father?
Its theathewell, it aint anything much.
They stopped pulling. It warnt but a mighty little ways to the raft
now. One says:
Boy, thats a lie. What IS the matter with your pap? Answer up
square now, and itll be the better for you.
I will, sir, I will, honestbut dont leave us, please. Its thethe
Gentlemen, if youll only pull ahead, and let me heave you the headline,
you wont have to come a-near the raftplease do.
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Set her back, John, set her back! says one. They backed water.
Keep away, boykeep to looard. Confound it, I just expect the
wind has blowed it to us. Your paps got the small-pox, and you know
it precious well. Why didnt you come out and say so? Do you want
to spread it all over?
Well, says I, a-blubbering, Ive told every-body before, and they
just went away and left us.
Poor devil, theres something in that. We are right down sorry for
you, but wewell, hang it, we dont want the small-pox, you see.
Look here, Ill tell you what to do. Dont you try to land by yourself,
or youll smash everything to pieces. You float along down about
twenty miles, and youll 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. Dont be
a fool again, and let people guess what is the matter. Now were trying
to do you a kindness; so you just put twenty miles between us,
thats a good boy. It wouldnt do any good to land yonder where the
light isits only a wood-yard. Say, I reckon your fathers poor, and
Im bound to say hes in pretty hard luck. Here, Ill 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 wont do to fool with
small-pox, dont you see?
Hold on, Parker, says the other man, heres a twenty to put on
the board for me. Good-bye, boy; you do as Mr. Parker told you, and
youll be all right.
Thats so, my boygood-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 wont 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 warnt no
use for me to try to learn to do right; a body that dont get started
right when hes little aint got no showwhen the pinch comes there
aint 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;
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spose youd a done right and give Jim up, would you felt better than
what you do now? No, says I, Id feel badId feel just the same way
I do now. Well, then, says I, whats the use you learning to do right
when its troublesome to do right and aint no trouble to do wrong,
and the wages is just the same? I was stuck. I couldnt answer that.
So I reckoned I wouldnt bother no more about it, but after this
always do whichever come handiest at the time.
I went into the wigwam; Jim warnt there. I looked all around; he
warnt anywhere. I says:
Jim!
Here I is, Huck. Is dey out o sight yit? Dont talk loud.
He was in the river under the stern oar, with just his nose out. I
told him they were 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, Ispec it save ole Jim
ole Jim aint going to forgit you for dat, honey.
Then we talked about the money. It was a pretty good raisetwenty
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 warnt 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 must be a blame fool.
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 youll get something you
wont want.
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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 didnt go. No high ground about
Cairo, Jim said. I had forgot it. We laid up for the day on a towhead
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 les talk about it, Huck. Po niggers cant have no luck. I
awluz spected dat rattlesnake-skin warnt done wid its work.
I wish Id never seen that snake-skin, JimI do wish Id never laid
eyes on it.
It aint yo fault, Huck; you didn know. Dont you blame yoself
bout it.
When it was daylight, here was the clear Ohio water inshore, sure
enough, and outside was the old regular Muddy! So it was all up with
Cairo.
We talked it all over. It wouldnt do to take to the shore; we couldnt
take the raft up the stream, of course. There warnt no way but to
wait for dark, and start back in the canoe and take the chances. So we
slept all day amongst the cottonwood thicket, so as to be fresh for the
work, and when we went back to the raft about dark the canoe was
gone!
We didnt say a word for a good while. There warnt anything to
say. We both knowed well enough it was some more work of the rattlesnake-
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
luckand 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
warnt 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 warnt going to borrow it
when there warnt anybody around, the way pap would do, for that
might set people after us.
So we shoved out after dark on the raft.
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Anybody that dont believe yet that its 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
didnt 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 cant tell the shape of the river, and you
cant see no distance. It got to be very late and still, and then along
comes a steamboat up the river. We lit the lantern, and judged she
would see it. Up-stream boats didnt 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 didnt 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 hes mighty smart. Well, here she comes, and we said she
was going to try and shave us; but she didnt 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 powwow of cussing, and whistling
of steamand as Jim went overboard on one side and I on the other,
she come smashing straight through the raft.
I divedand 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 stayed
under a minute and a half. Then I bounced for the top in a hurry, for
I was nearly busting. I popped out to my armpits 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 raftsmen;
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 didnt 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 clumb up
the bank. I couldnt 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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In about half a minute somebody spoke out of a window without
putting his head out, and says:
Be done, boys! Whos there?
I says:
Its me.
Whos me?
George Jackson, sir.
What do you want?
I dont want nothing, sir. I only want to go along by, but the dogs
wont let me.
What are you prowling around here this time of night for
hey?
I warnt 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. Im only a boy.
Look here, if youre telling the truth you neednt be afraid
nobodyll hurt you. But dont try to budge; stand right where you are.
Rouse 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:
Snatch that light away, Betsy, you old foolaint you got any
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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 maynt. Now, all ready. Step forward,
George Jackson. And mind, dont you hurrycome mighty slow. If
theres anybody with you, let him keep backif he shows himself
hell be shot. Come along now. Come slow; push the door open
yourselfjust enough to squeeze in, d you hear?
I didnt hurry; I couldnt if Id a wanted to. I took one slow step at a
time and there warnt 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 doorsteps 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, thats 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 moreall of them fine and
handsomeand the sweetest old gray-headed lady, and back of her
two young women which I couldnt see right well. The old gentleman
says:
There; I reckon its 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 the range of the
front windowsthere warnt none on the side. They held the candle,
and took a good look at me, and all said, Why, he aint a
Shepherdsonno, there aint any Shepherdson about him. Then the
old man said he hoped I wouldnt mind being searched for arms,
because he didnt mean no harm by itit was only to make sure. So
he didnt pry 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
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home, and tell all about myself; but the old lady says:
Why, bless you, Saul, the poor things as wet as he can be; and
dont you reckon it may be hes hungry?
True for you, RachelI 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 himoh, 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 thats dry.
Buck looked about as old as methirteen or fourteen or along
there, though he was a little bigger than me. He hadnt on anything
but a shirt, and he was very frowzy-headed. He came in gaping and
digging one fist into his eyes, and he was dragging a gun along with
the other one. He says:
Aint they no Shepherdsons around?
They said, no, twas a false alarm.
Well, he says, if theyd a ben some, I reckon Id a got one.
They all laughed, and Bob says:
Why, Buck, they might have scalped us all, youve been so slow in
coming.
Well, nobody come after me, and it aint right Im always kept
down; I dont get no show.
Never mind, Buck, my boy, says the old man, youll have show
enough, all in good time, dont you fret about that. Go long with
you now, and do as your mother told you.
When we got upstairs to his room he got me a coarse shirt and a
roundabout 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 tell me about a bluejay 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 didnt know; I hadnt heard about it
before, no way.
Well, guess, he says.
Howm I going to guess, says I, when I never heard tell of it
before?
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But you can guess, cant you? Its just as easy.
Which candle? I says.
Why, any candle, he says.
I dont know where he was, says I; where was he?
Why, he was in the dark! Thats where he was!
Well, if you knowed where he was, what did you ask me for?
Why, blame it, its a riddle, dont you see? Say, how long are you
going to stay here? You got to stay always. We can just have booming
timesthey dont have no school now. Do you own a dog? Ive got
a dogand hell 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 dont, but ma she makes me. Confound these ole britches!
I reckon Id better put em on, but Id ruther not, its so warm. Are
you all ready? All right. Come along, old hoss.
Cold corn-pone, cold corn-beef, butter and butter-milkthat is
what they had for me down there, and there aint nothing better that
ever Ive 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
warnt heard of no more, and Tom and Mort died, and then there
warnt 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 didnt 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.
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I bet you cant spell my name, says I.
I bet you what you dare I can, says he.
All right, says I, go ahead.
G-e-o-r-g-e J-a-x-o-nthere now, he says.
Well, says I, you done it, but I didnt think you could. It aint no
slouch of a name to spellright 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 hadnt
seen no house out in the country before that was so nice and had so
much style. It didnt 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 town. There warnt no bed in the parlor, nor 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 wash them over with red water-paint that they
call Spanish-brown, same as they do in town. They had big brass dogirons
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 swinging 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 shape,
she would start in and strike a hundred and fifty before she got tuckered
out. They wouldnt 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 didnt
open their mouths nor look different nor interested. They
squeaked through underneath. There was a couple of big wildturkey-
wing fans spread out behind those things. On the table in the
middle of the room was a kind of a lovely crockery basket that bad
apples and oranges and peaches and grapes piled up in it, which was
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much redder and yellower and prettier than real ones is, but they
warnt 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 oilcloth, 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 Pilgrims Progress,
about a man that left his family, it didnt say why. I read considerable
in it now and then. The statements was interesting, but tough.
Another was Friendships Offering, full of beautiful stuff and poetry;
but I didnt read the poetry. Another was Henry Clays Speeches,
and another was Dr. Gunns 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, toonot bagged down in the middle and busted,
like an old basket.
They had pictures hung on the wallsmainly 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
beforeblacker, mostly, than is common. One was a woman in a
slim black dress, belted small under the armpits, 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 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
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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 didnt somehow seem to take to them,
because if ever I was down a little they always give me the fan-tods.
Everybody was sorry she died, because 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 graveyard. 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 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 moonand 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 Presbyterian 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, DECD
And did young Stephen sicken,
And did young Stephen die?
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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.
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.
If Emmeline Grangerford could make poetry like that before she was
fourteen, there aint no telling what she could a done by and by. Buck
said she could rattle off poetry like nothing. She didnt ever have to
stop to think. He said she would slap down a line, and if she couldnt
find anything to rhyme with it would just scratch it out and slap
down another one, and go ahead. She warnt 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,
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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 undertakerthe under-taker never got in ahead
of Emmeline but once, and then she hung fire on a rhyme for the
dead persons name, which was Whistler. She warnt ever the same
after that; she never complained, but she kinder pined away and did
not live long. Poor thing, manys 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
warnt going to let anything come between us. Poor Emmeline made
poetry about all the dead people when she was alive, and it didnt
seem right that there warnt nobody to make some about her now she
was gone; so I tried to sweat out a verse or two myself, but I couldnt
seem to make it go somehow. They kept Emmelines 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.
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
couldnt be better. And warnt the cooking good, and just bushels of
it too!
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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
thats worth as much in a man as it is in a horse, so the Widow
Douglas said, and nobody ever denied that she was of the first aristocracy
in our town; and pap he always said it, too, though he warnt
no more quality than a mudcat 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 head to
it. There warnt no frivolishness about him, not a bit, and he warnt
ever loud. He was as kind as he could beyou 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 didnt ever have to tell anybody to mind their manners
everybody was always good-mannered where he was. Everybody
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loved to have him around, too; he was sunshine most alwaysI
mean he made it seem like good weather. When he turned into a
cloudbank it was awful dark for half a minute, and that was enough;
there wouldnt 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 didnt
set down again till they had set down. Then Tom and Bob went to
the sideboard where the decanter was, and mixed a glass of bitters
and handed it to him, and he held it in his hand and waited till Toms
and Bobs 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 nexttall, 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 warnt 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 had a monstrous easy time, because I warnt
used to having anybody do anything for me, but Bucks was on the
jump most of the time.
This was all there was of the family now, but there used to be
morethree 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 daytimes, and balls at the house nights. These people was
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mostly kinfolks 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 therefive or six
familiesmostly of the name of Shepherdson. They was as hightoned
and well born and rich and grand as the tribe of Grangerfords.
The Shepherdsons and Grangerfords used the same steam-boat landing,
which was about two mile above our house; so sometimes 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 hunting, and
heard a horse coming. We was crossing the road. Buck says:
Quick! Jump for the woods!
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 Bucks gun go off at my ear, and Harneys hat
tumbled off from his head. He grabbed his gun and rode straight to
the place where we was hid. But we didnt wait. We started through
the woods on a run. The woods warnt 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 cometo get his
hat, I reckon, but I couldnt see. We never stopped running till we
got home. The old gentlemans eyes blazed a minutetwas pleasure,
mainly, I judgedthen his face sort of smoothed down, and he says,
kind of gentle:
I dont like that shooting from behind a bush. Why didnt you step
into the road, my boy?
The Shepherdsons dont, 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 warnt
hurt.
Soon as I could get Buck down by the corn-cribs under the trees by
ourselves, I says:
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Did you want to kill him, Buck?
Well, I bet I did.
What did he do to you?
Him? He never done nothing to me.
Well, then, what did you want to kill him for?
Why, nothingonly its on account of the feud.
Whats a feud?
Why, where was you raised? Dont you know what a feud is?
Never heard of it beforetell 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 mans brother kills him;
then the other brothers, on both sides, goes for one another; then the
cousins chip inand by and by everybodys killed off, and there aint
no more feud. But its 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 somers 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 suitwhich he would naturally do, of course.
Anybody would.
What was the trouble about, Buck?land?
I reckon maybeI dont know.
Well, who done the shooting? Was it a Grangerford or a
Shepherdson?
Laws, how do I know? It was so long ago.
Dont anybody know?
Oh, yes, pa knows, I reckon, and some of the other old people;
but they dont 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 dont always kill. Pas
got a few buckshot in him; but he dont mind it cuz he dont weigh
much, anyway. Bobs been carved up some with a bowie, and Toms
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
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tother side of the river, and didnt have no weapon with him, which
was blame foolishness, and in a lonesome place he hears a horse acoming
behind him, and sees old Baldy Shepherdson 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 out-run 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 warnt
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 didnt 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 warnt a coward. Not by a blame sight. There aint a
coward amongst them Shepherdsonsnot a one. And there aint no
cowards amongst the Grangerfords either. Why, that old man kep up
his end in a fight one day for 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 woodpile, and kep his horse before him to
stop the bullets; but the Grangerfords stayed 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 homeand one
of em was dead, and another died the next day. No, sir; if a bodys
out hunting for cowards he dont want to fool away any time
amongst them Shepherdsons, becuz they dont breed any of that
kind.
Next Sunday we all went to church, about three mile, everybody ahorseback.
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 preachingall
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 dont 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
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their chairs and some in their rooms, and it got to be pretty dull.
Buck and a dog was 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 shed 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 warnt
anybody at the church, except maybe a hog or two, for there warnt
any lock on the door, and hogs likes a puncheon floor in summertime
because its cool. If you notice, most folks dont go to church
only when theyve got to; but a hog is different.
Says I to myself, somethings up; it aint 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 couldnt find anything else. I couldnt make anything
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 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 warnt 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:
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Mars Jawge, if youll come down into de swamp Ill show you a
whole stack o water-moccasins.
Thinks I, thats mighty curious; he said that yesterday. He oughter
know a body dont 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 jist a few steps, Mars Jawge; dahs whah dey
is. Is seed m befo; I dont kyer 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 asleepand, 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 warnt. He nearly cried he was
so glad, but he warnt surprised. Said he swum along behind me that
night, and heard me yell every time, but dasnt answer, because he
didnt want nobody to pick him up and take him into slavery again.
Says he:
I got hurt a little, en couldnt swim fas, so I wuz a considable
ways behine you towards de las; when you landed I reckned I
could ketch up wid you on de 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 youI wuz fraid o de dogs; but when it
uz all quiet agin I knowed yous 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 tuk me en showed me dis
place, whah de dogs cant track me on accounts o de water, en
dey brings me truck to eat every night, en tells me how yous agittn
along.
Why didnt you tell my Jack to fetch me here sooner, Jim?
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Well, twarnt no use to sturb you, Huck, tell we could do
sumfnbut wes all right now. I ben a- buyin pots en pans en vittles,
as I got a chanst, en a-patchin up de raf nights when
What raft, Jim?
Our ole raf .
You mean to say our old raft warnt smashed all to flinders?
No, she warnt. She was tore up a good dealone en of her was;
but dey warnt no great harm done, ony 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 warnt so skyerd, en ben sich punkin-heads,
as de sayin is, wed a seed de raf . But its jis as well we didnt, kase
now shes all fixed up agin mos as good as new, en wes got a new lot
o stuff, in de place o what uz los.
Why, how did you get hold of the raft again, Jimdid 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 um she blong to de mos dat I come to heah bout
it pooty soon, so I ups en settles de trouble by tellin um she dont
blong to none uv um, but to you en me; en I ast m if dey gwyne to
grab a young white genlmans propaty, en git a hidn 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. Deys 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 Jacks a good nigger, en pooty
smart.
Yes, he is. He aint ever told me you was here; told me to come,
and hed show me a lot of water-moccasins. If anything happens HE
aint mixed up in it. He can say he never seen us together, and it ll
be the truth.
I dont want to talk much about the next day. I reckon Ill cut it
pretty short. I waked up about dawn, and was a-going to turn over
and go to sleep again when I noticed how still it wasdidnt seem to
be anybody stirring. That warnt 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.
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Thinks I, what does it mean? Down by the wood-pile I comes across
my Jack, and says:
Whats it all about?
Says he:
Dont you know, Mars Jawge?
No, says I, I dont.
Well, den, Miss Sophias run off! deed she has. She run off in de
night some timenobody dont know jis when; run off to get married
to dat young Harney Shepherdson, you knowleastways, so dey
spec. De fambly foun it out bout half an hour agomaybe a little
moen I tell you dey warnt 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 reckn deys gwyne to be mighty
rough times.
Buck went off thout waking me up.
Well, I reckn he did! Dey warnt gwyne to mix you up in it. Mars
Buck he loaded up his gun en lowed hes gwyne to fetch home a
Shepherdson or bust. Well, deyll be plenty un m dah, I reckn, en
you bet you hell 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 came in sight of the log store
and the woodpile where the steamboats lands I worked along under
the trees and brush till I got to a good place, and then I clumb up
into the forks of a cottonwood that was out of reach, and watched.
There was a wood-rank four foot high a little ways in front of the
tree, and first I was going to hide behind that; but maybe it was luckier
I didnt.
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 couldnt come it. Every time one
of them showed himself on the river side of the woodpile he got shot
at. The two boys was squatting back to back behind the pile, so they
could watch both ways.
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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 didnt do
no good, the boys had too good a start; they got to the woodpile that
was in front 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 awhile, and then rode away. As soon as
they was out of sight I sung out to Buck and told him. He didnt
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 otherwouldnt be gone long. I wished I was out of
that tree, but I dasnt 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 relationsthe Shepherdsons was too strong for
them. I asked him what was become of young Harney and Miss
Sophia. He said theyd got across the river and was safe. I was glad of
that; but the way Buck did take on because he didnt manage to kill
Harney that day he shot at himI haint ever heard anything like it.
All of a sudden, bang! bang! bang! goes three or four gunsthe
men had slipped around through the woods and come in from
behind without their horses! The boys jumped for the riverboth of
them hurtand 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 aint a-going to tell all
that happenedit would make me sick again if I was to do that. I
wished I hadnt ever come ashore that night to see such things. I aint
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ever going to get shut of themlots of times I dream about them.
I stayed 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 a-going on. I was mighty downhearted; so I
made up my mind I wouldnt 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 paper and the curious way she acted, and then maybe he
would a locked her up, and this awful mess wouldnt 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 Bucks 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 warnt 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 couldnt get my
breath for most a minute. Then I raised a yell. A voice not twentyfive
foot from me says:
Good lan! is dat you, honey? Doan make no noise.
It was Jims voicenothing 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 yous dead agin. Jacks
been heah; he say he reckn yous ben shot, kase you didn come
home no mo; so Is jes dis minute a startin de raf down towards de
mouf er de crick, sos to be all ready for to shove out en leave soon as
Jack comes agin en tells me for certain you IS dead. Lawsy, Is mighty
glad to git you back again, honey.
I says:
All rightthats mighty good; they wont find me, and theyll
think Ive been killed, and floated down the rivertheres something
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up there that ll help them think soso dont 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 hadnt had a bite to eat
since yesterday, so Jim he got out some corn-dodgers and buttermilk,
and pork and cabbage and greensthere aint nothing in the world
so good when its cooked rightand whilst I eat 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
warnt no home like a raft, after all. Other places do seem so cramped
up and smothery, but a raft dont. You feel mighty free and easy and
comfortable on a raft.
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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
daytimes; soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and
tied upnearly always in the dead water under a towhead; and then
cut young cottonwoods 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 day-light
come. Not a sound anywheresperfectly stilljust like the whole
world was asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe.
The first thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
linethat was the woods on tother side; you couldnt make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warnt black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far awaytrading scows, and such things; and long black streaks
rafts; sometimes 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 theres 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
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tother side of the river, being a woodyard, 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 theyve left dead fish laying
around, gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next youve
got the full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the songbirds
just going it!
A little smoke couldnt 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 lonesomeness 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 couldnt tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldnt be nothing to hear nor nothing to seejust solid lonesomeness.
Next youd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and maybe
a galoot on it chopping, because theyre most always doing it on a raft;
youd see the axe flash and come downyou dont hear nothing; you
see that axe go up again, and by the time its above the mans head
then you hear the kchunk!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 wouldnt run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking
and cussing and laughingheard them plain; but we couldnt 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:
No; spirits wouldnt 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 thingswe was always naked,
day and night, whenever the mosquitoes would let usthe new
clothes Bucks folks made for me was too good to be comfortable,
and besides I didnt go much on clothes, nohow.
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Sometimes wed have that whole river all to ourselves for the
longest time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water;
and maybe a sparkwhich was a candle in a cabin window; and
sometimes on the water you could see a spark or twoon a raft or a
scow, you know; and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming
over from one of them crafts. Its 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 didnt say nothing against it, because Ive 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 theyd
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 powwow 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 wouldnt
hear nothing for you couldnt 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 blackno more sparks in the cabin
windows. These sparks was our clockthe first one that showed
again meant morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and
tie up right away.
One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a
chute to the main shoreit was only two hundred yardsand paddled
about a mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I
couldnt get some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind
of a cowpath 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
whenever anybody was after anybody I judged it was meor maybe
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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 hadnt been doing nothing, and was being chased for
itsaid there was men and dogs a-coming. They wanted to jump
right in, but I says:
Dont you do it. I dont hear the dogs and horses yet; youve 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 inthatll
throw the dogs off the scent.
They done it, and soon as they was aboard I lit out for our towhead,
and in about five or ten minutes we heard the dogs and the
men away off, shouting. We heard them come along towards the
crick, but couldnt see them; they seemed to stop and fool around a
while; then, as we got further and further away all the time, we
couldnt 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 towhead and hid in the cottonwoods 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 woollen shirt, and ragged old blue jeans britches
stuffed into his boot-tops, and home-knit gallusesno, 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 breakfast we all laid off and talked, and the first thing that
come out was that these chaps didnt know one another.
What got you into trouble? says the baldhead to tother chap.
Well, Id 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 stayed 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. Thats the whole yarnwhats yourn?
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Well, Id ben a-running 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 nightten cents a head, children and
niggers freeand 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 mornin, and told me the people was getherin on the quiet
with their dogs and horses, and theyd be along pretty soon and give
me bout half an hours start, and then run me down if they could;
and if they got me theyd tar and feather me and ride me on a rail,
sure. I didnt wait for no breakfastI warnt hungry.
Old man, said the young one, I reckon we might double-team it
together; what do you think?
I aint undisposed. Whats your linemainly?
Jour printer by trade; do a little in patent medicines; theateractor
tragedy, you know; take a turn to mesmerism and phrenology
when theres a chance; teach singing-geography school for a change;
sling a lecture sometimesoh, I do lots of thingsmost anything
that comes handy, so it aint work. Whats your lay?
Ive done considerble in the doctoring way in my time. Layin on
o hands is my best holtfor cancer and paralysis, and sich things;
and I kn tell a fortune pretty good when Ive got somebody along to
find out the facts for me. Preachins my line, too, and workin campmeetins,
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 bald-head.
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, aint the company good enough for you? says the
baldhead, pretty pert and uppish.
Yes, it IS good enough for me; its as good as I deserve; for who
fetched me so low when I was so high? I did myself. I dont blame
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you, gentlemenfar from it; I dont blame anybody. I deserve it all.
Let the cold world do its worst; one thing I knowtheres a grave
somewhere for me. The world may go on just as its always done, and
take everything from meloved ones, property, everything; but it
cant take that. Some day Ill 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 heaving your pore broken heart at us f r? We haint
done nothing.
No, I know you havent. I aint blaming you, gentlemen. I brought
myself downyes, I did it myself. Its right I should sufferperfectly
right
I dont make any moan.
Brought you down from whar? Whar was you brought down
from?
Ah, you would not believe me; the world never
believeslet it passtis 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!
Jims eyes bugged out when he heard that; and I reckon mine did,
too. Then the baldhead says:
No! you cant mean it?
Yes. My great-grandfather, eldest son of the Duke of Bridgewater,
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 titles and estatesthe infant real duke was ignored. I am
the lineal descendant of that infantI 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 warnt much use, he couldnt be much comforted;
said if we was a mind to acknowledge him, that would do him more
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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 Lordshipand he wouldnt
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 bydidnt have much to
say, and didnt 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 afternoon, he says:
Looky here, Bilgewater, he says, Im nation sorry for you, but
you aint the only person thats had troubles like that.
No?
No you aint. You aint the only person thats ben snaked down
wrongfully outn a high place.
Alas!
No, you aint the only person thats 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, That 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 trueyour eyes is lookin at this very
moment on the pore disappeared Dauphin, Looy the Seventeen, son
of Looy the Sixteen and Marry Antonette.
You! At your age! No! You mean youre 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
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brung these gray hairs and this premature balditude. Yes, gentlemen,
you see before you, in blue jeans and misery, the wanderin, exiled,
trampled-on, and sufferin rightful King of France.
Well, he cried and took on so that me and Jim didnt know hardly
what to do, we was so sorryand so glad and proud wed 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 warnt 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 didnt set down in his presence till he asked them. So
Jim and me set to majestying him, and doing this and that and
tother 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 didnt look a bit satisfied
with the way things was going; still, the king acted real friendly
towards him, and said the dukes great-grandfather and all the other
Dukes of Bilgewater was a good deal thought of by his father, and
was allowed to come to the palace considerable; but the duke stayed
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 hyer
raft, Bilgewater, and so whats the use o your bein sour? It ll only
make things oncomfortable. It aint my fault I warnt born a duke, it
aint your fault you warnt born a kingso whats the use to worry?
Make the best o things the way you find em, says Ithats my
motto. This aint no bad thing that weve struck hereplenty grub
and an easy lifecome, give us your hand, duke, and les 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 didnt take me long to make up my mind that these liars warnt
no kings nor dukes at all, but just low-down humbugs and frauds.
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But I never said nothing, never let on; kept it to myself; its the best
way; then you dont have no quarrels, and dont get into no trouble.
If they wanted us to call them kings and dukes, I hadnt no objections,
long as it would keep peace in the family; and it warnt no use
to tell Jim, so I didnt 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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They asked us considerable many questions; wanted to know
what we covered up the raft that way for, and laid by in the daytime
instead of runningwas Jim a runaway nigger? Says I:
Goodness sakes! would a runaway nigger run south?
No, they allowed he wouldnt. 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 hed break up and go down and live with Uncle Ben, whos got
a little one-horse place on the river, forty-four mile below Orleans. Pa
was pretty poor, and had some debts; so when hed squared up there
warnt nothing left but sixteen dollars and our nigger, Jim. That
warnt 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 wed go down to
Orleans on it. Pas luck didnt 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 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 dont run
day-times no more now; nights they dont bother us.
The duke says:
Leave me alone to cipher out a way so we can run in the daytime
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if we want to. Ill think the thing overIll invent a plan thatll fix it.
Well let it alone for today, because of course we dont want to go by
that town yonder in daylightit mightnt 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 shiverit 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
Jims, which was a corn-shuck tick; theres 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 wouldnt.
He says:
I should a reckoned the difference in rank would a sejested to you
that a corn-shuck bed warnt 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 worldlet me suffer; 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 bythat was the town, you knowand
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 about ten
oclock it come on to rain and blow and thunder and lighten like
everything; 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
wouldnt a turned in anyway if Id had a bed, because a body dont see
such a storm as that every day in the week, not by a long sight. My
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souls, how the wind did scream along! And every second or two
thered come a glare that lit up the white-caps for a half a mile
around, and youd see the islands looking dusty through the rain, and
the trees thrashing around in the wind; then comes a h-whack!
bum! bum! bumble-umble-um-bum-bum-bum-bumand the thunder
would go rumbling and grumbling away, and quitand then rip
comes another flash and another sockdolager. The waves most
washed me off the raft sometimes, but I hadnt any clothes on, and
didnt mind. We didnt 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
warnt no show for me; so I laid outsideI didnt mind the rain,
because it was warm, and the waves warnt 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 warnt 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
over-board. 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 lay 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 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 character
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at twenty-five cents apiece. The duke said that was him. In an-other
bill he was the world-renowned Shakespearian 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, dissipating 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 youre three days older, Fallen Grandeur,
says the duke. The first good town we come to well hire a hall and
do the sword fight in Richard III. and the balcony scene in Romeo
and Juliet. How does that strike you?
Im in, up to the hub, for anything that will pay, Bilgewater; but,
you see, I dont know nothing about play-actin, and haint 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. Im jist a-freezn for something fresh, anyway. Les 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.
But if Juliets such a young gal, duke, my peeled head and my
white whiskers is goin to look oncommon odd on her, maybe.
No, dont you worry; these country jakes wont ever think of that.
Besides, you know, youll be in costume, and that makes all the difference
in the world; Juliets in a balcony, enjoying the moonlight
before she goes to bed, and shes got on her night-gown and her ruffled
nightcap. 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 tother chap, and a long
white cotton nightshirt and a ruffled nightcap 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
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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 couldnt 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 warnt nobody stirring; streets empty, and
perfectly dead and still, like Sunday. We found a sick nigger sunning
himself in a back yard, and he said everybody that warnt 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 hed 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 shopcarpenters 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 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 didnt 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. Some of the
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young men was barefooted, and some of the children didnt 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 kind of grand to
hear it, there was so many of them and they done it in such a rousing
way; then he lined out two more for them to singand 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 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, Its 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-amen!) come, all thats
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 openoh, enter in and
be at rest! (A-a-amen! Glory, glory hallelujah!)
And so on. You couldnt 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 a-going, 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 piratebeen a pirate for thirty years
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out in the Indian Oceanand 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 hed 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 pirate crews 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, Dont you thank me, dont 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 somebody
sings out, Take up a collection 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 timesand he was invited
to stay a week; and everybody wanted him to live in their houses, and
said theyd think it was an honor; but he said as this was the last day
of the camp-meeting he couldnt 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 collected eighty-seven dollars and seventy-five cents. And then
he had fetched away a three-gallon jug of whisky, too, that he found
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under a wagon when he was starting home through the woods. The
king said, take it all around, it laid over any day hed ever put in in
the missionarying line. He said it warnt no use talking, heathens
dont amount to shucks alongside of pirates to work a camp-meeting
with.
The duke was thinking hed been doing pretty well till the king
come to show up, but after that he didnt think so so much. He had
set up and printed off two little jobs for farmers in that printingoffice
horse billsand 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 dollars 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 cordwood
and onions as usual, but he said he had just bought the concern 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,
himself, out of his own headthree verseskind of sweet and saddish
the name of it was, Yes, crush, cold world, this breaking
heartand he left that all set up and ready to print in the paper,
and didnt charge nothing for it. Well, he took in nine dollars and a
half, and said hed done a pretty square days work for it.
Then he showed us another little job hed printed and hadnt
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 tonight 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
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would look still better on Jim, but it wouldnt go well with the story
of us being so poor. Too much like jewelry. Ropes are the correct
thingwe must preserve the unities, as we say on the boards.
We all said the duke was pretty smart, and there couldnt be no
trouble about running daytimes. We judged we could make miles
enough that night to get out of the reach of the powwow we reckoned
the dukes 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
oclock; then we slid by, pretty wide away from the town, and didnt
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 reckn we gwyne to run acrost any mo kings on
dis trip?
No, I says, I reckon not.
Well, says he, dats all right, den. I doan mine one er two kings,
but dats enough. Dis ones 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, hed forgot it.
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It was after sun-up now, but we went right on and didnt tie up.
The king and the duke turned out by and by looking pretty rusty;
but after theyd jumped overboard and took a swim it chippered
them up a good deal. After breakfast the king he took a seat on the
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 a while he said he done it pretty well; only, he says, you
mustnt bellow out Romeo! that way, like a bullyou must say it soft
and sick and languishy, soR-o-o-meo! that is the idea; for Juliets a
dear sweet mere child of a girl, you know, and she doesnt 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 fightthe
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 took a rest, and had a
talk about all kinds of adventures theyd had in other times along the
river.
After dinner the duke says:
Well, Capet, well want to make this a first-class show, you
know, so I guess well add a little more to it. We want a little
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something to answer encores with, anyway.
Whats onkores, Bilgewater?
The duke told him, and then says:
Ill answer by doing the Highland fling or the sailors hornpipe;
and youwell, let me seeoh, Ive got ityou can do Hamlets
soliloquy.
Hamlets which?
Hamlets soliloquy, you know; the most celebrated thing in
Shakespeare. Ah, its sublime, sublime! Always fetches the house. I
havent got it in the bookIve only got one volumebut I reckon I
can piece it out from memory. Ill just walk up and down a minute,
and see if I can call it back from recollections vaults.
So he went to marching up and down, thinking, and frowning horrible
every now and then; then he would hoist up his eyebrows; next
he would squeeze his hand on his forehead and stagger back and kind
of moan; next he would sigh, and next hed 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, 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 speechI 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 natures second course,
And makes us rather sling the arrows of outrageous fortune
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Theres the respect must give us pause:
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst;
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For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressors wrong, the proud mans contumely,
The laws 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 oer with care, And all the clouds that lowered oer 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 nun
nerygo!
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.
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 warnt nothing but sword
fighting and rehearsingas the duke called itgoing 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
afternoon, and the country people was already beginning to come in,
in all kinds of old shackly wagons, and on horses. The circus would
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leave before night, so our show would have a pretty good chance.
The duke he hired the courthouse, 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 scenes, new appointments!
Also:
The thrilling, masterly, and blood-curdling
Broad-sword conflict In Richard III. ! ! !
Richard III.............Mr. Garrick
Richmond................Mr. Kean
Also:
(by special request)
Hamlets 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 town. The stores and houses was most
all old, shackly, dried up frame concerns that hadnt ever been paint-
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ed; 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 over-flowed. The
houses had little gardens around them, but they didnt seem to raise
hardly anything in them but jimpson-weeds, and sunflowers, and ash
piles, and old curled-up boots and shoes, and pieces of bottles, and
rags, and played-out tinware. The fences was made of different kinds
of boards, nailed on at different times; and they leaned every which
way, and had gates that didnt generly have but one hingea leather
one. Some of the fences had been white-washed some time or another,
but the duke said it was in Clumbus 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 drygoods boxes under the awnings,
and loafers roosting on them all day long, whittling them with their
Barlow knives; and chawing tobacco, and gaping and yawning and
stretchinga mighty ornery lot. They generly had on yellow straw
hats most as wide as an umbrella, but didnt wear no coats nor waistcoats,
they called one another Bill, and Buck, and Hank, and Joe,
and Andy, and talked lazy and drawly, and used considerable many
cuss words. There was as many as one loafer leaning up against every
awning-post, and he most always had his hands in his britches-pockets,
except when he fetched them out to lend a chaw of tobacco or
scratch. What a body was hearing amongst them all the time was:
Gimme a chaw v tobacker, Hank
Caint; I haint got but one chaw left. Ask Bill.
Maybe Bill he gives him a chaw; maybe he lies and says he aint 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
borrowing; they say to a fellow, I wisht youd len me a chaw, Jack, I
jist this minute give Ben Thompson the last chaw I hadwhich is a
lie pretty much everytime; it dont fool nobody but a stranger; but
Jack aint no stranger, so he says:
You give him a chaw, did you? So did your sisters cats grandmother.
You pay me back the chaws youve awready borryd off n me,
Lafe Buckner, then Ill loan you one or two ton of it, and wont
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charge you no back intrust, nuther.
Well, I did pay you back some of it wunst.
Yes, you didbout six chaws. You borryd store tobacker and
paid back nigger-head.
Store tobacco is flat black plug, but these fellows mostly chaws the
natural leaf twisted. When they borrow a chaw they dont generly cut
it off with a knife, but 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 its handed back, and says, sarcastic:
Here, gimme the chaw, and you take the plug.
All the streets and lanes was just mud; they warnt nothing else but
mudmud 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. Youd 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 shed
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 youd 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
theyd settle back again till there was a dog fight. There couldnt anything
wake them up all over, and make them happy all over, like a
dog fightunless 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
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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 rivers
always gnawing at it.
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 whisky 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 hes a-gwyne to chaw up this time. If hed a-chawed
up all the men hes ben a-gwyne to chaw up in the last twenty year
hed have considerable ruputation now.
Another one says, I wisht old Boggs d threaten me, cuz then Id
know I warnt 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. Im 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 sassed him, and he sassed back, and said hed
attend to them and lay them out in their regular turns, but he couldnt
wait now because hed 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:
Whard you come f m, boy? You prepared to die?
Then he rode on. I was scared, but a man says:
He dont mean nothing; hes always a-carryin on like that when
hes drunk. Hes the best natured-est old fool in Arkansawnever
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:
Come out here, Sherburn! Come out and meet the man youve
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swindled. Youre the houn Im after, and Im 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 fiftyfive
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 cam and slowhe says:
Im tired of this, but Ill endure it till one oclock. Till one oclock,
mindno longer. If you open your mouth against me only once
after that time you cant travel so far but I will find you.
Then he turns and goes in. The crowd looked mighty sober;
nobody stirred, and there warnt 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 wouldnt; they told him it would be one oclock in
about fifteen minutes, and so he must go homehe must go right
away. But it didnt do no good. He cussed away with all his might,
and 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 warnt no useup 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 hell
listen to her. If anybody can persuade him, she can.
So somebody started on a run. 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 a-holt of his arms and
hurrying him along. He was quiet, and looked uneasy; and he warnt
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
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Sherburn. He was standing perfectly still in the street, and had a
pistol raised in his right handnot 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 levelboth barrels cocked. Boggs
throws up both of his hands and says, O Lord, dont shoot! Bang!
goes the first shot, and he staggers back, clawing at the airbang!
goes the second one, and he tumbles backwards on to 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, hes killed him, hes 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 on to the ground, and turned
around on his heels and walked off.
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 outand 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 wouldnt give them up, and folks
behind them was saying all the time, Say, now, youve looked
enough, you fellows; taint right and taint fair for you to stay thar all
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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. Everybody that seen the shooting was telling how it happened,
and there was a big 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 stovepipe 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 tother 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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They swarmed up towards Sherburns house, a-whooping and
raging like Injuns, and everything had to clear the way or get run
over and tromped to mush, and it was awful to see. Children was
heeling it ahead of the mob, screaming and trying to get out of the
way; and every window along the road was full of womens heads,
and there was nigger 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 Sherburns palings as thick as they
could jam together, and you couldnt hear yourself 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 double-barrel gun in his hand, and takes his stand, perfectly
cam and deliberate, not saying a word. The racket stopped, and the
wave sucked back.
Sherburn never said a wordjust 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 out-gaze him, but they couldnt; they dropped their eyes and
looked sneaky. Then pretty soon Sherburn sort of laughed; not the
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pleasant kind, but the kind that makes you feel like when you are eating
bread thats got sand in it.
Then he says, slow and scornful:
The idea of you lynching anybody! Its amusing. The idea of you
thinking you had pluck enough to lynch a man! Because youre 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 mans safe in the hands of ten thousand of
your kindas long as its daytime and youre not behind him.
Do I know you? I know you clear through was born and raised in
the South, and Ive lived in the North; so I know the average all
around. The average mans 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 daytime, and robbed the lot. Your newspapers
call you a brave people so much that you think you are braver
than any other peoplewhereas youre just as brave, and no braver.
Why dont your juries hang murderers? Because theyre afraid the
mans friends will shoot them in the back, in the darkand its 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 didnt bring a man with you; thats one mistake,
and the other is that you didnt come in the dark and fetch your
masks. You brought part of a manBuck Harkness, thereand if
you hadnt had him to start you, youd a taken it out in blowing.
You didnt want to come. The average man dont like trouble and
danger. you dont like trouble and danger. But if only half a man
like Buck Harkness, thereshouts Lynch him! lynch him! youre
afraid to back downafraid youll be found out to be what you
arecowardsand so you raise a yell, and hang yourselves on to that
half-a-mans coat-tail, and come raging up here, swearing what big
things youre going to do. The pitifulest thing out is a mob; thats
what an army isa mob; they dont fight with courage thats born in
them, but with courage thats borrowed from their mass, and from
their officers. But a mob without any man at the head of it is beneath
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pitifulness. Now the thing for you to do is to droop your tails and go
home and crawl in a hole. If any real lynchings going to be done it
will be done in the dark, Southern fashion; and when they come
theyll bring their masks, and fetch a man along. Now leavveand
take your half-a-man with youtossing 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 tolerable cheap. I could a stayed if I wanted to,
but I didnt 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 aint no telling how soon you are going to need it, away
from home and amongst strangers that way. You cant be too careful.
I aint opposed to spending money on circuses when there aint no
other way, but there aint 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 undershirts, and no
shoes nor stirrups, and resting their hands on their thighs easy and
comfortablethere must a been twenty of themand 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 ladys rose-leafy dress flapping
soft and silky around her hips, and she looking like the most loveliest
parasol.
And then faster and faster they went, all of them dancing, first one
foot out in the air and then the other, the horses leaning more and
more, and the ringmaster going round and round the center-pole,
cracking his whip and shouting Hi!hi! and the clown cracking
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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 ringmaster couldnt 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 couldnt noway understand. Why, I couldnt a
thought of them in a year. And by and by a drunk man tried to get
into the ringsaid he wanted to ride; said he could ride as well as
anybody that ever was. They argued and tried to keep him out, but
he wouldnt 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 ringmaster he
made a little speech, and said he hoped there wouldnt be no disturbance,
and if the man would promise he wouldnt 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 on to his bridle trying
to hold him, and the drunk man hanging on to his neck, and his
heels flying in the air every jump, and the whole crowd of people
standing up shouting and laughing till 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 hanging to his neck, with first one
leg hanging most to the ground on one side, and then tother one on
tother side, and the people just crazy. It warnt funny to me, though;
I was all of a tremble to see his danger. But pretty soon he struggled
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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 a-going like a house afire too. He just stood up there, a-sailing
around as easy and comfortable as if he warnt ever drunk in his
lifeand 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 humand 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 ringmaster he see how he had been fooled, and he was the
sickest ringmaster 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 wouldnt
a been in that ringmasters place, not for a thousand dollars. I dont
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 warnt only about
twelve people therejust 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 couldnt come up to
Shakespeare; what they wanted was low comedyand maybe 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:
AT THE COURT HOUSE!
FOR 3 NIGHTS ONLY!
The World-Renowned Tragedians
DAVID GARRICK THE YOUNGER!
AND
EDMUND KEAN THE ELDER!
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Of the London and Continental
Theatres,
In their Thrilling Tragedy of
THE KINGS CAMELEOPARD,
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 dont fetch them, I dont know Arkansaw!
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Well, all day him and the king was hard at it, rigging up a
stage and a curtain and a row of candles for footlights; and that
night the house was jam full of men in no time. When the place
couldnt hold no more, the duke he quit tending door and went
around the back way and come on to 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 hed got everybodys expectations 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, ringstreaked-
and-striped, all sorts of colors, as splendid as a rainbow.
Andbut 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
do it another time. Well, it would make 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 already for it in Drury Lane; and then he makes
them another bow, and says if he has succeeded in pleasing them
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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 a-going 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 soldmighty badly sold. But we dont 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 well all be
in the same boat. Aint that sensible? (You bet it is!the jedge is
right! everybody sings out.) All right, thennot a word about any
sell. Go along home, and advise everybody to come and see the
tragedy.
Next day you couldnt 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 againand they warnt
newcomers 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 coatand I see it warnt no perfumery, neither, not
by a long sight. I smelt sickly eggs by the barrel, and 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
couldnt stand it. Well, when the place couldnt 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
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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, howd the old thing pan out this time, duke? He hadnt
been up-town at all.
We never showed a light till we was about ten mile below the village.
Then we lit up and had a supper, and the king and the duke
fairly laughed their bones loose over the way theyd 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 theyd lay for us
the third night, and consider it was their turn now. Well, it IS their
turn, and Id give something to know how much theyd take for it. I
would just like to know how theyre putting in their opportunity.
They can turn it into a picnic if they want tothey 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:
Dont it sprise you de way dem kings carries on, Huck?
No, I says, it dont.
Why dont it, Huck?
Well, it dont, because its in the breed. I reckon
theyre all alike,
But, Huck, dese kings o ourn is reglar rapscallions; dats jist what
dey is; deys reglar rapscallions.
Well, thats what Im a-saying; all kings is mostly rapscallions, as
fur as I can make out.
Is dat so?
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You read about them onceyoull 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 Richard 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 headand 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 Bookwhich was a good name and stated the case. You
dont know kings, Jim, but I know them; and this old rip of ourn is
one of the cleanest Ive struck in history. Well, Henry he takes a
notion he wants to get up some trouble with this country. How does
he go at itgive notice?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 stylehe 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? Nodrownded him in a butt of mamsey, like a cat.
Spose people left money laying around where he waswhat did he
do? He collared it. Spose he contracted to do a thing, and you paid
him, and didnt set down there and see that he done itwhat did he
do? He always done the other thing. Spose he opened his mouth
what then? If he didnt shut it up powerful quick hed lose a lie every
time. Thats the kind of a bug Henry was; and if wed a had him
along stead of our kings hed a fooled that town a heap worse than
ourn done. I dont say that ourn is lambs, because they aint, when
you come right down to the cold facts; but they aint nothing to that
old ram, anyway. All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make
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allowances. Take them all around, theyre a mighty ornery lot. Its the
way theyre raised.
But dis one do smell so like de nation, Huck.
Well, they all do, Jim. We cant help the way a king smells; history
dont tell no way.
Now de duke, hes a tolerble likely man in some ways.
Yes, a dukes different. But not very different. This ones a middling
hard lot for a duke. When hes drunk there aint 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.
Its the way I feel, too, Jim. But weve 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 thats out of kings.
What was the use to tell Jim these warnt real kings and dukes? It
wouldnt a done no good; and, besides, it was just as I said: you
couldnt tell them from the real kind.
I went to sleep, and Jim didnt call me when it was my turn. He
often done that. When I waked up just at daybreak he was sitting
there with his head down betwixt his knees, moaning and mourning
to himself. I didnt 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 hadnt 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 theirn. It dont seem
natural, but I reckon its so. He was often moaning and mourning
that way nights, when he judged I was asleep, and saying, Po little
Liza-beth! po little Johnny! its mighty hard; I spec I aint 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 warnt ony bout
fo year ole, en she tuck de skyarlet fever, en had a powful rough
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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!
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 a-gwyne for de chile, but jis
denit was a do dat open innerdsjis 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 sosoI 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! 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 longs he live! Oh, she was
plumb deef en dumb, Huck, plumb deef en dumben Id ben atreatn
her so!
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Next day, towards night, we laid up under a little willow towhead
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 wouldnt 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 to him all by himself and not tied it wouldnt 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 hed 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 Lears outfitit was a long curtain-calico
gown, and a white horse-hair wig and whiskers; and then he took his
theater paint and painted Jims face and hands and ears and neck all
over a dead, dull, solid blue, like a man thats been drownded nine
days. Blamed if he warnt the horriblest looking outrage I ever see.
Then the duke took and wrote out a sign on a shingle so:
Sick Arabbut 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 lying 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 anybody ever come meddling around, he
must hop out of the wigwam, and carry on a little, and fetch a howl
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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 wouldnt wait for him to howl. Why, he didnt
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 wouldnt be safe,
because maybe the news might a worked along down by this time.
They couldnt hit no project that suited exactly; so at last the duke
said he reckoned hed lay off and work his brains an hour or two
and see if he couldnt put up something on the Arkansaw village;
and the king he allowed he would drop over to tother village without
any plan, but just trust in Providence to lead him the profitable
waymeaning the devil, I reckon. We had all bought store clothes
where we stopped last; and now the king put hisn on, and he told
me to put mine on. I done it, of course. The kings 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 hed take off his new
white beaver and make a bow and do a smile, he looked that grand
and good and pious that youd 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 the
townbeen there a couple of hours, taking on freight. Says the
king:
Seein how Im dressed, I reckon maybe I better arrive down
from St. Louis or Cincinnati, or some other big place. Go for
the steamboat, Huckleberry; well come down to the village on
her.
I didnt have to be ordered twice to go and take a steamboat ride. I
fetched the shore a half a mile above the village, 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.
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Run her nose in shore, says the king. I done it. Wher you
bound for, young man?
For the steamboat; going to Orleans.
Git aboard, says the king. Hold on a minute, my servant ll hep
you with them bags. Jump out and hep 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 hed 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:
When I first see you I says to myself, Its Mr. Wilks, sure, and he
come mighty near getting here in time. But then I says again, No, I
reckon it aint him, or else he wouldnt be paddling up the river. You
aint him, are you?
No, my names BlodgettElexander Blodgett
Reverend Elexander Blodgett, I spose I must say, as Im one o the
Lords poor servants. But still Im jist as able to be sorry for Mr.
Wilks for not arriving in time, all the same, if hes missed anything by
itwhich I hope he hasnt.
Well, he dont miss any property by it, because hell get that all
right; but hes missed seeing his brother Peter diewhich he maynt
mind, nobody can tell as to thatbut his brother would a give anything
in this world to see him before he died; never talked about
nothing else all these three weeks; hadnt seen him since they was
boys togetherand hadnt ever seen his brother William at allthats
the deef and dumb oneWilliam aint more than thirty or thirtyfive.
Peter and George were the only ones that come out here; George
was the married brother; him and his wife both died last year. Harvey
and Williams the only ones thats left now; and, as I was saying, they
havent got here in time.
Did anybody send em word?
Oh, yes; a month or two ago, when Peter was first took; because
Peter said then that he sorter felt like he warnt going to get well this
time. You see, he was pretty old, and Georges gyirls was too young
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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
didnt seem to care much to live. He most desperately wanted to see
Harveyand William, too, for that matterbecause he was one of
them kind that cant bear to make a will. He left a letter behind for
Harvey, and said hed told in it where his money was hid, and how he
wanted the rest of the property divided up so Georges gyirls would
be all rightfor George didnt leave nothing. And that letter was all
they could get him to put a pen to.
Why do you reckon Harvey dont come? Wher does he live?
Oh, he lives in EnglandSheffieldpreaches therehasnt ever
been in this country. He hasnt had any too much timeand besides
he mightnt a got the letter at all, you know.
Too bad, too bad he couldnt a lived to see his brothers, poor soul.
You going to Orleans, you say?
Yes, but that aint only a part of it. Im going in a ship, next
Wednesday, for Ryo Janeero, where my uncle lives.
Its a pretty long journey. But itll be lovely; wisht I was a-going. Is
Mary Jane the oldest? How old is the others?
Mary Janes nineteen, Susans fifteen, and Joannas about fourteen
thats 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
aint going to let them come to no harm. Theres 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, andwell, theres a lot of them; but
these are the ones that Peter was thickest with, and used to write
about sometimes, when he wrote home; so Harvey ll know where to
look for friends when he gets here.
Well, the old man went on asking questions till he just fairly emptied
that young fellow. Blamed if he didnt inquire about everybody
and everything in that blessed town, and all about the Wilkses; and
about Peters businesswhich was a tanner; and about Georges
which was a carpenter; and about Harveyswhich was a dissentering
minister; and so on, and so on. Then he says:
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What did you want to walk all the way up to the steamboat for?
Because shes a big Orleans boat, and I was afeard she mightnt
stop there. When theyre deep they wont 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 its reckoned
he left three or four thousand in cash hid up somers.
When did you say he died?
I didnt say, but it was last night.
Funeral tomorrow, likely?
Yes, bout the middle of the day.
Well, its all terrible sad; but weve all got to go, one time or
another. So what we want to do is to be prepared; then were all
right.
Yes, sir, its 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 hes gone over to tother 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 itevery last word 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 cant imitate him, and so I aint a-going 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 histronic boards. So then they waited for a
steamboat.
About the middle of the afternoon a couple of little boats come
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along, but they didnt 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 gave us a cussing, and said they wouldnt land us. But the king
was cam.
He says:
If gentlemen kin afford to pay a dollar a mile apiece to be took on
and put off in a yawl, a steamboat kin afford to carry em, cant 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:
Im 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 an 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 brothergone, and we never got to see him;
oh, its 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 didnt drop a carpet-bag
and bust out a-crying. If they warnt the beatenest lot, them two
frauds, that ever I struck.
Well, the men gathered 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 brothers 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 theyd lost the twelve disciples. Well, if ever I
struck anything like it, Im a nigger. It was enough to make a body
ashamed of the human race.
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The news was all over town in two minutes, 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 dooryards 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 dont 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 Marsy 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 privateI see him do itand
then he looked around and see the coffin, over in the corner on two
chairs; so then him and the duke, with a hand across each others
shoulder, and tother 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.
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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
others necks, and hung their chins over each others 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 tother on tother side, and
they kneeled down and rested their foreheads on the coffin, and let
on to pray all to themselves. Well, when it come to that it worked the
crowd like you never see anything like it, and everybody broke down
and went to sobbing right out loudthe 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 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 thats 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 brothers heart, because
out of their mouths they cant, 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 were 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 soulbutter
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
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family would take supper here with them this evening, and help set
up with the ashes of the diseased; 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 togetherthat is, I mean the doctor was shipping a sick
man to tother world, and the preacher was pinting him right.
Lawyer Bell was away up to Louisville on 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 didnt say nothing, but just kept a-smiling and bobbing
their heads like a passel of sapheads whilst he made all sorts of signs
with his hands and said Goo-googoo-goo-goo all the time, like a
baby that cant talk.
So the king he blattered 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 Georges family, or to Peter. And he always let on that Peter
wrote him the things; but that was a lie: 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 dwellinghouse
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 theyd 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 kings eyes did shine! He
slaps the duke on the shoulder and says:
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Oh, this aint bully nor nothn! Oh, no, I reckon not! Why, Biljy,
it beats the Nonesuch, dont 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 aint no use talkin; bein brothers to a rich dead man and representatives
of furrin heirs thats got left is the line for you and me,
Bilge. Thish yer comes of trustn to Providence. Its the best way, in
the long run. Ive tried em all, and ther aint 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 hundred and fifteen
dollars?
They worried over that awhile, and ransacked all around for it.
Then the duke says:
Well, he was a pretty sick man, and likely he made a mistakeI
reckon thats the way of it. The best ways to let it go, and keep still
about it. We can spare it.
Oh, shucks, yes, we can spare it. I dont kyer nothn bout that
its the count Im 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 everybodythen ther aint
nothn suspicious. But when the dead man says thers six thousn dollars,
you know, we dont want to
Hold on, says the duke. Les make up the deffisit, and he begun
to haul out yaller-boys out of his pocket.
Its a most amazn good idea, dukeyou have got a rattlin clever
head on you, says the king. Blest if the old Nonesuch aint 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. Les go up stairs and
count this money, and then take and give to the girls.
Good land, duke, lemme hug you! Its the most dazzling idea at
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ever a man struck. You have certnly got the most astonishin head I
ever see. Oh, this is the boss dodge, ther aint no mistake bout it. Let
em fetch along their suspicions now if they want tothis 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
piletwenty elegant little piles. Everybody looked hungry at it, and
licked their chops. Then they 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 thats left behind in the vale of sorrers. He has done generous
by these yer poor little lambs that he loved and sheltered, and
thats left fatherless and motherless. Yes, and we that knowed him
knows that he would a done more generous by em if he hadnt ben
afeard o woundin his dear William and me. Now, wouldnt he? Ther
aint 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 robyes, robsech poor sweet
lambs as these at he loved so at sech a time? If I know Williamand
I think I dohewell, Ill 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, googooing
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 moneytake it all. Its 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:
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 out-
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side, 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 sayingin the middle
of something hed started in on
they bein partickler friends o the diseased. Thats why theyre
invited here this evenin; but tomorrow we want ALL to come
everybody; for he respected everybody, he liked everybody, and so its
fitten that his funeral orgies shd 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 couldnt 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 peoples heads to him. The king he reads it
and puts it in his pocket, and says:
Poor William, afflicted as he is, his hearts aluz right. Asks me to
invite everybody to come to the funeralwants me to make em all
welcome. But he neednt a worriedit was jest what I was at.
Then he weaves along again, perfectly cam, 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 its the common term, because it aint
obsequies bein the common termbut because orgies is the right
term. Obsequies aint used in England no more nowits gone out.
We say orgies now in England. Orgies is better, because it means the
thing youre after more exact. Its a word thats made up outn 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, haint you heard the news? This is Harvey
Wilks.
The king he smiled eager, and shoved out his flapper, and says:
Is it my poor brothers dear good friend and physician? I
Keep your hands off of me! says the doctor. You talk like an
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Englishman, dont you? Its the worst imitation I ever heard. You
Peter Wilkss brother! Youre a fraud, thats 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
everybody by name, and the names of the very dogs, and begged and
begged him not to hurt Harveys feelings and the poor girls feelings,
and all that. But it warnt no use; he stormed right along, and said
any man that pretended to be an Englishman and couldnt 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 fathers friend, and Im 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
impostorhas come here with a lot of empty names and facts which
he 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 beg you to do it. Will you?
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 kings hands, and says, Take this six thousand dollars, and invest
for me and my sisters any way you want to, and dont 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 youre going to feel sick whenever you think of
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this day. And away he went.
All right, doctor, says the king, kinder mocking him; well 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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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 shed 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
valleymeaning me.
So Mary Jane took us up, and she showed them their rooms, which
was plain but nice. She said shed have her frocks and a lot of other
traps took out of her room if they was in Uncle Harveys way, but he
said they warnt. 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 knickknacks 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 dont disturb them.
The dukes 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, and I stood behind the king and the dukes chairs and
waited on them, and the niggers waited on the rest. Mary Jane she set
at the head of the table, with Susan alongside of her, and said how
bad the biscuits was, and how mean the preserves was, and how
ornery and tough the fried chickens wasand all that kind of rot,
the way women always do for to force out compliments; and the peo-
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ple all knowed everything was tiptop, and said sosaid How do you
get biscuits to brown so nice? and Where, for the lands sake, did
you get these amazn pickles? and all that kind of humbug talkytalk,
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 didnt think the ice was
getting mighty thin sometimes. She says:
Did you ever see the king?
Who? William Fourth? Well, I bet I havehe 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:
Whatregular?
Yesregular. His pews right over opposite ournon tother side
the pulpit.
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 hes in Sheffield. Thats
only in the summer time, when he comes there to take the sea
baths.
Why, how you talkSheffield aint on the sea.
Well, who said it was?
Why, you did.
I didnt nuther.
You did!
I didnt.
You did.
I never said nothing of the kind.
Well, what did you say, then?
Said he come to take the sea bathsthats what I said.
Well, then, hows he going to take the sea baths if it aint on the sea?
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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-waterin barrels.
There in the palace at Sheffield theyve got furnaces, and he wants his
water hot. They cant bile that amount of water away off there at the
sea. They havent 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
comfortable and glad. Next, she says:
Do you go to church, too?
Yesregular.
Where do you set?
Why, in our pew.
Whose pew?
Why, ournyour Uncle Harveys.
Hisn? What does he want with a pew?
Wants it to set in. What did you reckon he wanted with it?
Why, I thought hed 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 aint but one preacher to a
church?
Why, what do they want with more?
What!to preach before a king? I never did see such a girl as you.
They dont have no less than seventeen.
Seventeen! My land! Why, I wouldnt set out such a string as that,
not if I never got to glory. It must take em a week.
Shucks, they dont ALL of em preach the same dayonly one of em.
Well, then, what does the rest of em do?
Oh, nothing much. Loll around, pass the plate
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and one thing or another. But mainly they dont do nothing.
Well, then, what are they for?
Why, theyre for style. Dont you know nothing?
Well, I dont 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 aint nobody there. They treat them worse than dogs.
Dont they give em holidays, the way we do, Christmas and New
Years week, and Fourth of July?
Oh, just listen! A body could tell you haint ever been to England
by that. Why, Harelwhy, Joanna, they never see a holiday from
years end to years end; never go to the circus, nor theater, nor nigger
shows, nor nowheres.
Nor church?
Nor church.
But you always went to church.
Well, I was gone up again. I forgot I was the old mans 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
its being the law. But I didnt do it pretty good, and when I got done
I see she warnt satisfied.
She says:
Honest injun, now, haint 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 warnt 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, Ill believe some of it; but I hope to gracious if Ill
believe the rest.
What is it you wont believe, Joe? says Mary Jane, stepping in
with Susan behind her. It aint 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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Thats always your way, Maimalways sailing in to help somebody
before theyre hurt. I haint done nothing to him. Hes told
some stretchers, I reckon, and I said I wouldnt swallow it all; and
thats every bit and grain I did say. I reckon he can stand a little thing
like that, cant he?
I dont care whether twas little or whether twas big; hes here in
our house and a stranger, and it wasnt good of you to say it. If you
was in his place it would make you feel ashamed; and so you oughtnt
to say a thing to another person that will make them feel
ashamed.
Why, Maim, he said
It dont make no difference what he saidthat aint the thing. The
thing is for you to treat him kind, and not be saying things to make
him remember he aint in his own country and amongst his own
folks.
I says to myself, this is a girl that Im letting that old reptle rob her
of her money!
Then Susan she waltzed in; and if youll believe me, she did give
Hare-lip hark from the tomb!
Says I to myself, and this is another one that Im letting him rob her
of her money!
Then Mary Jane she took another inning, and went in sweet and
lovely againwhich was her way; but when she got done there warnt
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 Im 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 minds
made up; Ill hive that money for them or bust.
So then I lit outfor 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 to that doctor, private, and blow on these frauds?
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Nothat wont 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 dasnt do it. Her face would give them a hint, sure; theyve got the
money, and theyd slide right out and get away with it. If she was to
fetch in help Id get mixed up in the business before it was done with,
I judge. No; there aint no good way but one. I got to steal that
money, somehow; and I got to steal it some way that they wont suspicion
that I done it. Theyve got a good thing here, and they aint agoing
to leave till theyve played this family and this town for all
theyre worth, so Ill find a chance time enough. Ill steal it and hide
it; and by and by, when Im away down the river, Ill write a letter
and tell Mary Jane where its hid. But I better hive it tonight if I can,
because the doctor maybe hasnt let up as much as he lets on he has;
he might scare them out of here yet.
So, thinks I, Ill go and search them rooms. Upstairs the hall was
dark, but I found the dukes room, and started to paw around it with
my hands; but I recollected it wouldnt 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 couldnt do
nothing without a candle, and I dasnt light one, of course. So I
judged Id got to do the other thinglay 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 wasnt where I thought it would
be; but I touched the curtain that hid Mary Janes 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 hadnt
found the bed when I wanted it. And yet, you know, its 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 its 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 aint easy; I aint comfortable. That doctor
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lays on my mind. I wanted to know your plans. Ive got a notion, and
I think its 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 weve got. Specially, seeing we got it
so easygiven back to us, flung at our heads, as you may say, when
of course we allowed to have to steal it back. Im 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
passel of fools and leave eight or nine thousn dollars worth o property
layin around jest sufferin to be scooped in?and all good, salable
stuff, too.
The duke he grumbled; said the bag of gold was enough, and he
didnt want to go no deeperdidnt want to rob a lot of orphans of
everything they had.
Why, how you talk! says the king. We shant rob em of nothing
at all but jest this money. The people that buys the property is the
suff rers; because as soon s its found out at we didnt own itwhich
wont be long after weve slidthe sale wont be valid, and it ll all go
back to the estate. These yer orphans ll git their house back agin,
and thats enough for them; theyre young and spry, and kn easy earn
a livin. They aint a-goin to suffer. Why, jest thinktheres thousns
and thousns that aint nigh so well off. Bless you, they aint got
nothn 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 blamed foolishness to stay, and that
doctor hanging over them. But the king says:
Cuss the doctor! What do we kyer for him? Haint we got all the
fools in town on our side? And aint that a big enough majority in
any town?
So they got ready to go down stairs again. The duke says:
I dont think we put that money in a good place.
That cheered me up. Id begun to think I warnt going to get
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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 heads level agin, duke, says the king; and he comes 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 Id 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, because a nigger only makes up the feather-bed, and dont
turn over the straw tick only about twice a year, and so it warnt 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 couldnt a gone to sleep if Id 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 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 hadnt
begun yet; and then I slipped down the ladder.
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I crept to their doors and listened; they was snoring. So I tiptoed
along, and got down stairs all right. There warnt a sound anywheres.
I peeped through a crack of the dining-room door, and see the men
that was watching 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 warnt nobody in there but the remainders of
Peter; so I shoved on by; but the front door was locked, and the key
wasnt 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 mans 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 kneeled down and looked in; then she put up her handkerchief,
and I see she begun to cry, though I couldnt hear her, and her
back was to me. I slid out, and as I passed the dining-room I thought
Id make sure them watchers hadnt seen me; so I looked through the
crack, and everything was all right. They hadnt 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;
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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 aint the thing thats going to happen; the thing thats 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 dasnt try it. Every
minute it was getting earlier now, and pretty soon some of them
watchers would begin to stir, and I might get catchedcatched with
six thousand dollars in my hands that nobody hadnt hired me to take
care of. I dont 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 warnt nobody around but the family
and the widow Bartley and our tribe. I watched their faces to see if
anything had been happening, but I couldnt 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 dasnt 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 mans 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, and sobbing a little.
There warnt no other sound but the scraping of the feet on the floor
and blowing nosesbecause 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 pas-
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sageways, and done it 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 warnt no more smile to him than
there is to a ham.
They had borrowed a melodeuma 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, according 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 waityou couldnt hear yourself think. It
was right down awkward, and nobody didnt 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, Dont you worryjust depend on
me. Then he stooped down and begun to glide along the wall, just
his shoulders showing over the peoples heads.
So he glided along, and the powwow 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 about two
second 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 takers 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 peoples heads,
and says, in a kind of a coarse whisper, He had a rat! Then he
drooped down and glided along the wall again to his place. You could
see it was a great satisfaction to the people, because naturally they
wanted to know. A little thing like that dont cost nothing, and its
just the little things that makes a man to be looked up to and liked.
There warnt no more popular man in town than what that undertaker
was.
Well, the funeral sermon was very good, but pison long and tire-
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some; 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 didnt 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 didnt find nothing, what would
she think of me? Blame it, I says, I might get hunted up and jailed;
Id better lay low and keep dark, and not write at all; the things
awful mixed now; trying to better it, Ive worsened it a hundred
times, and I wish to goodness Id just let it alone, dad fetch the
whole business!
They buried him, and we come back home, and I went to watching
faces againI couldnt help it, and I couldnt rest easy. But nothing
come of it; the faces didnt tell me nothing.
The king he visited around in the evening, and sweetened everybody
up, and made himself ever so friendly; and he give out the idea
that his congregation 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 couldnt 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, tootickled 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 heart ache to see them getting fooled
and lied to so, but I didnt see no safe way for me to chip in and
change the general tune.
Well, blamed if the king didnt bill the house and the niggers and
all the property for auction straight offsale 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
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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 hadnt ever dreamed of seeing the family separated
or sold away from the town. I cant ever get it out of my memory,
the sight of them poor miserable girls and niggers hanging
around each others necks and crying; and I reckon I couldnt a stood
it all, but would a had to bust out and tell on our gang if I hadnt
knowed the sale warnt no account and the niggers would be back
home in a week or two.
The thing made a big stir in the town, too, and a good many come
out flatfooted 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 morning 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 majestywhich was the way I always called him when
nobody but our gang warnt around.
Was you in there yisterday er last night?
No, your majesty.
Honor bright, nowno lies.
Honor bright, your majesty, Im telling you the truth. I haint been
a-near 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.
I studied awhile and see my chance; then I says:
Well, I see the niggers go in there several times.
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Both of them gave a little jump, and looked like they hadnt ever
expected it, and then like they had.
Then the duke says:
What, all of them?
Noleastways, not all at oncethat is, I dont 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 warnt early,
because I overslept. I was just starting down the ladder, and I see
them.
Well, go on, go on! What did they do? Howd they act?
They didnt do nothing. And they didnt act anyway much, as fur
as I see. They tiptoed away; so I seen, easy enough, that theyd shoved
in there to do up your majestys room, or something, sposing you
was up; and found you warnt up, and so they was hoping to slide out
of the way of trouble without waking you up, if they hadnt 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 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. Dont ever tell me
any more that a nigger aint got any histrionic talent. Why, the way
they played that thing it would fool anybody. In my opinion, theres
a fortune in em. If I had capital and a theater, I wouldnt want a better
layout than thatand here weve gone and sold em for a song.
Yes, and aint privileged to sing the song yet. Say, where IS that
songthat draft?
In the bank for to be collected. Where would it be?
Well, thats all right then, thank goodness.
Says I, kind of timid-like:
Is something gone wrong?
The king whirls on me and rips out:
None o your business! You keep your head shet, and mind yr own
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affairsif you got any. Long as youre in this town dont you forgit
thatyou hear? Then he says to the duke, We got to jest swaller it
and say nothn: mums the word for us.
As they was starting down the ladder the duke he chuckles again,
and says:
Quick sales and small profits! Its a good businessyes.
The king snarls around on him and says:
I was trying to do for the best in sellin em out so quick. If the
profits has turned out to be none, lackin considable, and none to
carry, is it my fault any moren its yourn?
Well, theyd be in this house yet and we wouldnt 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 waysaid any fool would a knowed something was up.
And then waltzed in and cussed himself awhile, and said it all come
of him not laying late and taking his natural rest that morning, and
hed be blamed if hed ever do it again. So they went off a-jawing; and
I felt dreadful glad Id worked it all off on to the niggers, and yet
hadnt done the niggers no harm by it.
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By and by it was getting-up time. So I come down the ladder
and started for downstairs; 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 shed been packing things in itgetting 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 cant a-bear to see people in trouble, and I
cantmost always. Tell me about it.
So she done it. And it was the niggersI just expected it. She said
the beautiful trip to England was most about spoiled for her; she
didnt know how she was ever going to be happy there, knowing the
mother and the children warnt ever going to see each other no
moreand then busted out bitterer than ever, and flung up her
hands, and says:
Oh, dear, dear, to think they aint ever going to see each other any
more!
But they willand inside of two weeksand 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 thats had a tooth pulled out. So I went to
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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 aint had no experience, and cant say for certain; but
it looks so to me, anyway; and yet heres a case where Im blest if it
dont 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, its
so kind of strange and unregular. I never see nothing like it. Well, I
says to myself at last, Im a-going to chance it; Ill 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 youll 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. Lothrops. Why?
Never mind why yet. If Ill tell you how I know the niggers will
see each other again inside of two weekshere in this houseand
prove how I know itwill you go to Mr. Lothrops and stay four
days?
Four days! she says; Ill stay a year!
All right, I says, I dont want nothing more out of you than just
your wordI druther have it than another mans kiss-the-Bible. She
smiled and reddened up very sweet, and I says, If you dont mind it,
Ill shut the doorand bolt it.
Then I come back and set down again, and says:
Dont 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 its a bad
kind, and going to be hard to take, but there aint no help for it.
These uncles of yourn aint no uncles at all; theyre a couple of
fraudsregular dead-beats. There, now were 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 on to the kings breast at
the front door and he kissed her sixteen or seventeen timesand
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then up she jumps, with her face afire like sunset, and says:
The brute! Come, dont waste a minutenot a secondwell have
them tarred and feathered, and flung in the river!
Says I:
Certnly. But do you mean before you go to Mr. Lothrops, or
Oh, she says, what am I thinking about! she says, and set right
down again. Dont mind what I saidplease dontyou wont, now,
will you? Laying her silky hand on mine 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 wont do so any more. You tell me what to
do, and whatever you say Ill do it.
Well, I says, its a rough gang, them two frauds, and Im 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 Id be all right; but thered be
another person that you dont know about whod be in big trouble.
Well, we got to save him, haint we? Of course. Well, then, we wont
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 didnt want to run the raft in the daytime without anybody
aboard to answer questions but me; so I didnt want the plan to
begin working till pretty late tonight.
I says: Miss Mary Jane, Ill tell you what well do, and you wont
have to stay at Mr. Lothrops so long, nuther. How fur is it?
A little short of four milesright out in the country, back here.
Well, that ll answer. Now you go along out there, and lay low till
nine or half-past tonight, and then get them to fetch you home
againtell them youve thought of something. If you get here before
eleven put a candle in this window, and if I dont turn up wait till
eleven, and then if I dont turn up it means Im 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, Ill do it.
And if it just happens so that I dont get away, but get took
up along with them, you must up and say I told you the whole
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thing beforehand, and you must stand by me all you can.
Stand by you! indeed I will. They shant 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 shant be here, I says, to prove these rapscallions
aint your uncles, and I couldnt do it if I was here. I could swear they
was beats and bummers, thats all, though thats worth something.
Well, theres others can do that better than what I can, and theyre
people that aint going to be doubted as quick as Id be. Ill tell you
how to find them. Gimme a pencil and a piece of paper. There
Royal Nonesuch, Bricksville. Put it away, and dont lose it. When
the court wants to find out something about these two, let them send
up to Bricksville and say theyve got the men that played the Royal
Nonesuch, and ask for some witnesseswhy, youll have that entire
town down here before you can hardly wink, Miss Mary. And theyll
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 dont worry. Nobody dont
have to pay for the things they buy till a whole day after the auction
on accounts of the short notice, and they aint going out of this till
they get that money; and the way weve fixed it the sale aint going to
count, and they aint going to get no money. Its just like the way it
was with the niggersit warnt no sale, and the niggers will be back
before long. Why, they cant collect the money for the niggers yet
theyre in the worst kind of a fix, Miss Mary.
Well, she says, Ill run down to breakfast now, and then Ill start
straight for Mr. Lothrops.
Deed, that aint 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 thoughtand come to think, I dont know. What
was it?
Why, its because you aint one of these leatherface people. I dont
want no better book than 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
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uncles when they come to kiss you good-morning, and never
There, there, dont! Yes, Ill go before breakfastIll be glad to.
And leave my sisters with them?
Yes; never mind about them. Theyve got to stand it yet a while.
They might suspicion something if all of you was to go. I dont 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 Ill fix it
with all of them. Ill tell Miss Susan to give your love to your uncles
and say youve went away for a few hours for to get a little rest and
change, or to see a friend, and youll be back tonight or early in the
morning.
Gone to see a friend is all right, but I wont have my love given to
them.
Well, then, it shant be. It was well enough to tell her sono
harm in it. It was only a little thing to do, and no trouble; and its the
little things that smooths peoples roads the most, down here below;
it would make Mary Jane comfortable, and it wouldnt cost nothing.
Then I says: Theres one more thingthat bag of money.
Well, theyve got that; and it makes me feel pretty silly to think
HOW they got it.
No, youre out, there. They haint got it.
Why, whos got it?
I wish I knowed, but I dont. 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 Im afraid
it aint there no more. Im awful sorry, Miss Mary Jane, Im 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 runand it warnt a good place.
Oh, stop blaming yourselfits too bad to do it, and I wont allow
ityou couldnt help it; it wasnt your fault. Where did you hide it?
I didnt want to set her to thinking about her troubles again; and I
couldnt 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 didnt say nothing; then I says:
Id ruther not tell you where I put it, Miss Mary Jane, if you dont
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mind letting me off; but Ill write it for you on a piece of paper, and
you can read it along the road to Mr. Lothrops, if you want to. Do
you reckon that ll do?
Oh, yes.
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. Im going to do everything just as youve told me; and
if I dont ever see you again, I shant ever forget you. and Ill think of
you a many and a many a time, and Ill pray for you, too!and she
was gone.
Pray for me! I reckoned if she knowed me shed take a job that was
more nearer her size. But I bet she done it, just the sameshe was
just that kind. She had the grit to pray for Judus if she took the
notionthere warnt 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 aint no flattery. And when it comes to beauty
and goodness, tooshe lays over them all. I haint ever seen her since
that time that I see her go out of that door; no, I haint ever seen her
since, but I reckon Ive thought of her a many and a many a million
times, and of her saying she would pray for me; and if ever Id a
thought it would do any good for me to pray for her, blamed if I
wouldnt 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:
Whats the name of them people over on tother side of the river
that you all goes to see sometimes?
They says:
Theres several; but its the Proctors, mainly.
Thats the name, I says; I most forgot it. Well, Miss Mary Jane
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she told me to tell you shes gone over there in a dreadful hurryone
of thems sick.
Which one?
I dont know; leastways, I kinder forget; but I thinks its
Sakes alive, I hope it aint Hanner?
Im sorry to say it, I says, but Hanners the very one.
My goodness, and she so well only last week! Is she took bad?
It aint no name for it. They set up with her all night, Miss Mary
Jane said, and they dont think shell last many hours.
Only think of that, now! Whats the matter with her?
I couldnt think of anything reasonable, right off that way, so I says:
Mumps.
Mumps your granny! They dont set up with people thats got the
mumps.
They dont, dont they? You better bet they do with these mumps.
These mumps is different. Its a new kind, Miss Mary Jane said.
Hows it a new kind?
Because its 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 dont know what all.
My land! And they call it the mumps?
Thats what Miss Mary Jane said.
Well, what in the nation do they call it the mumps for?
Why, because it IS the mumps. Thats what it starts with.
Well, ther aint 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 somebody 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 ther aint no sense in this, nuther. Is it
ketching?
Is it ketching? Why, how you talk. Is a harrow catchingin the
dark? If you dont hitch on to one tooth, youre bound to on
another, aint you? And you cant 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 sayand it aint no
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slouch of a harrow, nuther, you come to get it hitched on good.
Well, its awful, I think, says the hare-lip.
Ill go to Uncle Harvey and
Oh, yes, I says, I would. Of course I would. I wouldnt lose no
time.
Well, why wouldnt you?
Just look at it a minute, and maybe you can see. Haint your
uncles obleegd to get along home to England as fast as they can? And
do you reckon theyd be mean enough to go off and leave you to go
all that journey by yourselves? You know theyll wait for you. So fur,
so good. Your uncle Harveys a preacher, aint 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 aint.
What will he do, then? Why, hell say, Its a greatpity, 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 its my bounden duty to set down here and wait the three months
it takes to show on her if shes got it. But never mind, if you think
its 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 Janes got it or not? Why, you talk like a muggins.
Well, anyway, maybe youd better tell some of the neighbors.
Listen at that, now. You do beat all for natural stupidness. Cant
you see that theyd go and tell? Ther aint no way but just to not tell
anybody at all.
Well, maybe youre rightyes, I judge you are right.
But I reckon we ought to tell Uncle Harvey shes 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 Ive run over the river 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, aint it?
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Of course; bother them kind of names, a body cant 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 uncle Peter would ruther they
had it than anybody else; and shes going to stick to them till they say
theyll come, and then, if she aint too tired, shes coming home; and
if she is, shell be home in the morning anyway. She said, dont say
nothing about the Proctors, but only about the Apthorpswhich 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 wouldnt 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 neatI reckoned Tom Sawyer couldnt a done it no neater
himself. Of course he would a throwed more style into it, but I cant
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 piousest, 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
soldeverything but a little old trifling lot in the graveyard. So
theyd got to work that offI 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:
Heres your opposition line! heres your two sets o heirs to old
Peter Wilksand you pays your money and you takes your choice!
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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 didnt
see no joke about it, and I judged it would strain the duke and the
king some to see any. I reckoned theyd 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-gooing around, happy and satisfied, like a jug
thats googling out buttermilk; and as for the king, he just gazed and
gazed down sorrowful on them newcomers like it give him the stomachache
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 Englishmannot the kings way, though the kings was pretty
good for an imitation. I cant give the old gents words, nor I cant
imitate him; but he turned around to the crowd, and says, about like
this:
This is a surprise to me which I wasnt looking for; and Ill
acknowledge, candid and frank, I aint very well fixed to meet it and
answer it; for my brother and me has had misfortunes; hes 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 brother Harvey, and this is
his brother William, which cant hear nor speakand cant even
make signs to amount to much, nowt hes only got one hand to work
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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 wont 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 armvery likely, aint it?and very convenient, too, for
a fraud thats got to make signs, and aint learnt how. Lost their baggage!
Thats mighty good!and mighty ingeniousunder 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 oldfashioned
kind made out of carpet-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 headsit 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, whend you come to this town?
The day before the funeral, friend, says the king.
But what time o day?
In the eveninbout an hour er two before sun-down.
Howd you come?
I come down on the Susan Powell from Cincinnati.
Well, then, howd you come to be up at the Pint in the mornin
in a canoe?
I warnt up at the Pint in the mornin.
Its a lie.
Several of them jumped for him and begged him not to talk that
way to an old man and a preacher.
Preacher be hanged, hes a fraud and a liar. He was up at the Pint
that mornin. I live up there, dont 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:
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Would you know the boy again if you was to see him, Hines?
I reckon I would, but I dont know. Why, yonder he is, now. I
know him perfectly easy.
It was me he pointed at. The doctor says:
Neighbors, I dont know whether the new couple is frauds or not;
but if these two aint frauds, I am an idiot, thats all. I think its our
duty to see that they dont get away from here till weve looked into
this thing. Come along, Hines; come along, the rest of you. Well
take these fellows to the tavern and affront them with tother couple,
and I reckon well find out something before we get through.
It was nuts for the crowd, though maybe not for the kings 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:
I dont wish to be too hard on these two men, but I think theyre
frauds, and they may have complices that we dont know nothing
about. If they have, wont the complices get away with that bag of
gold Peter Wilks left? It aint unlikely. If these men aint frauds, they
wont object to sending for that money and letting us keep it till they
prove theyre all rightaint 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 aint 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 aint there; you
kn 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 wed be here, and considerin the bed a safe place, we not bein
used to niggers, and supposn 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 hadnt missed the money yit, so they got
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clean away with it. My servant here kn tell you bout it, gentlemen.
The doctor and several said Shucks! and I see nobody didnt altogether
believe 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 itand 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 yarn, and they made the old
gentleman tell hisn; and anybody but a lot of prejudiced chuckleheads
would a seen that the old gentleman was spinning truth and
tother 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 didnt get pretty fur till the doctor begun to
laugh; and Levi Bell, the lawyer, says:
Set down, my boy; I wouldnt strain myself if I was you. I reckon
you aint used to lying, it dont seem to come handy; what you want
is practice. You do it pretty awkward.
I didnt 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 youd been in town at first, Levi Bell
The king broke in and reached out his hand, and says:
Why, is this my poor dead brothers old friend that hes wrote so
often about?
The lawyer and him shook hands, and the lawyer smiled and
looked pleased, and they talked right along awhile, and then got to
one side and talked low; and at last the lawyer speaks up and says:
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That ll fix it. Ill take the order and send it, along with your
brothers, and then theyll know its 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 dukeand 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 gentleman and says:
You and your brother please write a line or two and sign your
names.
The old gentleman wrote, but nobody couldnt read it. The lawyer
looked powerful astonished, and says:
Well, it beats meand snaked a lot of old letters out of his pocket,
and examined them, and then examined the old mans writing,
and then them again; and then says: These old letters is from Harvey
Wilks; and heres these two handwritings, and anybody can see they
didnt write them (the king and the duke looked sold and foolish, I
tell you, to see how the lawyer had took them in), and heres this old
gentlemans hand writing, and anybody can tell, easy enough, he didnt
write themfact is, the scratches he makes aint properly writing
at all. Now, heres some letters from
The new old gentleman says:
If you please, let me explain. Nobody can read my hand but my
brother thereso he copies for me. Its his hand youve got there,
not mine.
Well! says the lawyer, this is a state of things. Ive got some of
Williams letters, too; so if youll get him to write a line or so we can
com
He cant 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, pleasetheyre by the same hand.
The lawyer done it, and says:
I believe its soand if it aint so, theres a heap stronger resemblance
than Id noticed before, anyway. Well, well, well! I thought we
was right on the track of a slution, but its gone to grass, partly. But
anyway, one thing is provedthese two aint either of em Wilkses
and he wagged his head towards the king and the duke.
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Well, what do you think? That muleheaded old fool wouldnt give
in then! Indeed he wouldnt. Said it warnt no fair test. Said his
brother William was the cussedest joker in the world, and hadnt
tried to writehe see 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
right along till he was actuly beginning to believe what he was
saying himself; but pretty soon the new gentleman broke in, and says:
Ive thought of something. Is there anybody here that helped to
lay out my brhelped to lay out the late Peter Wilks for burying?
Yes, says somebody, me and Ab Turner done it. Were both here.
Then the old man turns towards the king, and says:
Peraps this gentleman can tell me what was tattooed on his
breast?
Blamed if the king didnt have to brace up mighty quick, or
hed a squshed down like a bluff bank that the river has cut
under, it took him so sudden; 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 tattooed on the man? He whitened a little; he
couldnt help it; and it was mighty still in there, and everybody
bending a little forwards and gazing at him. Says I to myself, now
hell throw up the spongethere aint no more use. Well, did he?
A body cant hardly believe it, but he didnt. I reckon he thought
hed keep the thing up till he tired them people out, so theyd
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! Its a very tough question, aint it! Yes, sir, I kn tell you whats
tattooed on his breast. Its jest a small, thin, blue arrowthats what
it is; and if you dont look clost, you cant see it. Now what do you
sayhey?
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 hed got the king this time,
and says:
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Thereyouve heard what he said! Was there any such mark on
Peter Wilks breast?
Both of them spoke up and says:
We didnt 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
Wand he marked them that way on a piece of paper. Come,
aint that what you saw?
Both of them spoke up again, and says:
No, we didnt. We never seen any marks at all.
Well, everybody WAS in a state of mind now, and they sings out:
The whole bilin of m s frauds! Les duck em! les drown em! les
ride em on a rail! and everybody was whooping at once, and there
was a rattling powwow. But the lawyer he jumps on the table and
yells, and says:
Gentlemengentlemen! Hear me just a wordjust a single
wordif you please! Theres one way yetlets 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!
Well do it! they all shouted; and if we dont find them marks
well lynch the whole gang!
I WAS scared, now, I tell you. But there warnt 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 hadnt sent Mary Jane out of
town; because now if I could tip her the wink shed light out and save
me, and blow on our dead-beats.
Well, we swarmed along down the river road, just carrying on like
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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; 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 tattoo-marks. If they didnt find them
I couldnt bear to think about it; and yet, somehow, I couldnt 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
wristHinesand 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, but
nobody hadnt 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 couldnt 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 somebody sings out:
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By the living jingo, heres 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 aint nobody can
tell.
I had the road all to myself, and I fairly flewleastways, 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 warnt 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 darkwhich made
me feel sorry and disappointed, I didnt know why. But at last, just as
I was sailing by, flash comes the light in Mary Janes 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 wasnt 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 towhead, I begun to look sharp for a boat to borrow, and the first
time the lightning showed me one that wasnt chained I snatched it
and shoved. It was a canoe, and warnt 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 didnt 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 didnt.
As I sprung aboard I sung out:
Out with you, Jim, and set her loose! Glory be to goodness, were
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
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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!
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 timesI couldnt 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! It was the king and the duke.
So I wilted right down on to the planks then, and give up; and it
was all I could do to keep from crying.
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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 warntplease dont, your majesty!
Quick, then, and tell us what was your idea, or Ill shake the
insides out o you!
Honest, Ill tell you everything just as it happened, your majesty.
The man that had a-holt 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 theyll hang ye, sure! and
I lit out. It didnt seem no good for me to stayI couldnt do nothing,
and I didnt 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 theyd catch me and hang me yet, and said I was
afeard you and the duke wasnt alive now, and I was awful sorry, and
so was Jim, and was awful glad when we see you coming; you may
ask Jim if I didnt.
Jim said it was so; and the king told him to shut up, and said, Oh,
yes, its mighty likely! and shook me up again, and said he reckoned
hed drownd me. But the duke says:
Leggo the boy, you old idiot! Would you a done any different? Did
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you inquire around for him when you got loose? I dont 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 youre
the one thats entitled to it most. You haint 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 brightit was right
down bully; and it was the thing that saved us. For if it hadnt been
for that theyd a jailed us till them Englishmens baggage comeand
thenthe 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 hadnt let go all holts and made that rush to get a look wed a
slept in our cravats tonightcravats warranted to wear, toolonger
than wed need em.
They was still a minutethinking; 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, whatr you referrin to?
The duke says, pretty brisk:
When it comes to that, maybe youll let me ask, what was you
referring to?
Shucks! says the king, very sarcastic; but I dont knowmaybe
you was asleep, and didnt know what you was about.
The duke bristles up now, and says:
Oh, let up on this cussed nonsense; do you take me for a blame
fool? Dont you reckon I know who hid that money in that coffin?
Yes, sir! I know you do know, because you done it yourself!
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Its a lie!and the duke went for him. The king sings out:
Take yr 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, dukeanswer me this one question, honest
and fair; if you didnt put the money there, say it, and Ill blieve you,
and take back everything I said.
You old scoundrel, I didnt, and you know I didnt. There, now!
Well, then, I blieve you. But answer me only jest this one more
now dont git mad; didnt 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 dont care if I did, I didnt do it, anyway. But you not only
had it in mind to do it, but you done it.
I wisht I never die if I done it, duke, and thats honest. I wont say
I warnt goin to do it, because I was; but youI mean somebody
got in ahead o me.
Its a lie! You done it, and you got to say you done it, or
The king began 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 Ill drown you. Its well for you to set
there and blubber like a babyits fitten for you, after the way youve
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
on to 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 deffisityou wanted to get what money Id got out of the
Nonesuch and one thing or another, and scoop it all!
The king says, timid, and still a-snuffling:
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Why, duke, it was you that said make up the deffisit; it warnt
me.
Dry up! I dont want to hear no more out of you! says the duke.
And now you see what you got by it. Theyve got all their own
money back, and all of ourn but a shekel or two besides. Glong to
bed, and dont 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 his 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 went off a-snoring in each others arms.
They both got powerful mellow, but I noticed the king didnt 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 everything.
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We dasnt 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 didnt make
enough for them both to get drunk on. Then in another village they
started a dancing-school; but they didnt 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 to go at yellocution; but they didnt yellocute long till the audience
got up and give them a solid good cussing, and made them skip
out. They tackled missionarying, and mesmeriz-ing, and doctoring,
and telling fortunes, and a little of everything; but they couldnt seem
to have no luck. So at last they got just about dead broke, and 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 didnt 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
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was going to break into somebodys 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 wouldnt 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 youll come back here
and wonder what has become of me and Jim and the raftand youll
have to take it out in wondering.) And he said if he warnt back by
midday the duke and me would know it was all right, and we was to
come along.
So we stayed where we was. The duke he fretted and sweated
around, and was in a mighty sour way. He scolded us for everything,
and we couldnt 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 chance 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 a-threatening with all his might, and so tight he
couldnt walk, and couldnt 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 Jim again. I got down there all out of breath but
loaded up with joy, and sung out:
Set her loose, Jim! were all right now!
But there warnt no answer, and nobody come out of the wigwam.
Jim was gone! I set up a shoutand then anotherand then another
one; and run this way and that in the woods, whooping and
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screeching; but it warnt no useold Jim was gone. Then I set down
and cried; I couldnt help it. But I couldnt 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 hed seen a strange nigger
dressed so and so, and he says:
Yes.
Whereabouts? says I.
Down to Silas Phelps place, two mile below here. Hes a runaway
nigger, and theyve got him. Was you looking for him?
You bet I aint! I run across him in the woods about an hour or
two ago, and he said if I hollered hed cut my livers outand 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 neednt be afeard no more, becuz theyve got
him. He run off f m down South, somers.
Its a good job they got him.
Well, I reckon! Theres two hunderd dollars reward on him. Its like
picking up money outn the road.
Yes, it isand I could a had it if Id been big enough; I see him
first. Who nailed him?
It was an old fellowa strangerand he sold out his chance in
him for forty dollars, becuz hes got to go up the river and cant wait.
Think o that, now! You bet Id wait, if it was seven year.
Thats me, every time, says I. But maybe his chance aint worth
no more than that, if hell sell it so cheap. Maybe theres something
aint straight about it.
But it IS, thoughstraight as a string. I see the handbill myself. It
tells all about him, to a dotpaints him like a picture, and tells the
plantation hes frum, below Newrleans. No-sirree-bob, they aint no
trouble bout that speculation, you bet you. Say, gimme a chaw
tobacker, wont ye?
I didnt have none, so he left. I went to the raft, and set down in
the wigwam to think. But I couldnt come to nothing. I thought till
I wore my head sore, but I couldnt see no way out of the trouble.
After all this long journey, and after all wed done for them
scoundrels, here it was all come to nothing, everything all busted up
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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 hed got to be a
slave, and so Id 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: shed be mad and disgusted at his rascality and ungratefulness
for leaving her, and so shed sell him straight down the river
again; and if she didnt, everybody naturally despises an ungrateful
nigger, and theyd make Jim feel it all the time, and so hed 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 ever
to see anybody from that town again Id be ready to get down and
lick his boots for shame. Thats just the way: a person does a lowdown
thing, and then he dont want to take no consequences of it.
Thinks as long as he can hide, it aint 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 womans nigger that hadnt
ever done me no harm, and now was showing me theres One thats
always on the lookout, and aint a-going 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
warnt so much to blame; but something inside of me kept saying,
There was the Sunday-school, you could a gone to it; and if youd a
done it theyd a learnt you there that people that acts as Id 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 couldnt try to quit being the kind of a boy I was and be better.
So I kneeled down. But the words wouldnt come. Why wouldnt
they? It warnt no use to try and hide it from Him. Nor from me,
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neither. I knowed very well why they wouldnt come. It was because
my heart warnt right; it was because I warnt square; it 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 niggers owner and tell where he was; but deep
down in me I knowed it was a lie, and He knowed it. You cant pray
a lieI found that out.
So I was full of trouble, full as I could be; and didnt know what to
do. At last I had an idea; and I says, Ill go and write the letterand
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:
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.
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 didnt do it
straight off, but laid the paper down and set there thinkingthinking
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 couldnt seem to strike no places to harden me
against him, but only the other kind. Id see him standing my watch
on top of hisn, 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
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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 hes got now;
and then I happened to look around and see that paper.
It was a close place. I took it up, and held it in my hand. I was atrembling,
because Id 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, Ill go to helland 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 warnt. 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 some
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, and 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 Phelpss 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, Phelpss Sawmill, and when I come to the farm-houses, two
or three hundred yards further along, I kept my eyes peeled, but
didnt see nobody around, though it was good daylight now. But I
didnt mind, because I didnt want to see nobody just yetI 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
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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 Nonesuchthree-night performancelike that other time.
They had the cheek, them frauds! I was right on him before I could
shirk. He looked astonished, and says:
Hel-lo! Whered you come from? Then he says, kind of glad and
eager, Wheres the raft?got her in a good place?
I says:
Why, thats just what I was going to ask your grace.
Then he didnt 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 myself, we cant get him home for hours, till hes 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 a-holt 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 didnt 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, Theyve
got into trouble and had to leave; and theyve took my nigger, which
is the only nigger Ive got in the world, and now Im in a strange
country, and aint got no property no more, nor nothing, 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 Jimpoor Jim!
Blamed if I knowthat is, whats 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 hed 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 wouldnt 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 wed come to consider
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him our nigger; yes, we did consider him sogoodness knows we
had trouble enough for him. So when we see the raft was gone and
we flat broke, there warnt anything for it but to try the Royal
Nonesuch another shake. And Ive pegged along ever since, dry as a
powder-horn. Wheres 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 hadnt had nothing to eat since yesterday. He
never said nothing. The next minute he whirls on me and says:
Do you reckon that nigger would blow on us?
Wed skin him if he done that!
How can he blow? Haint he run off?
No! That old fool sold him, and never divided with me, and the
moneys 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 cant get your nigger, thats allso dry up your blubbering.
Looky heredo you think youd venture to blow on us? Blamed
if I think Id 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 dont want to blow on nobody; and I aint got no time to blow,
nohow. I got to turn out and find my nigger.
He looked kinder bothered, and stood there with his bills fluttering
on his arm, thinking, and wrinkling up his forehead. At last he says:
Ill tell you something. We got to be here three days. If youll
promise you wont blow, and wont let the nigger blow, Ill 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 wouldnt 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 FosterAbram G.
Fosterand he lives forty mile back here in the country, on the road
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to Lafayette.
All right, I says, I can walk it in three days.
And Ill start this very afternoon.
No you wont, youll start now; and dont 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 wont get into trouble
with US, dye hear?
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 dont require documentsleastways Ive heard theres
such down South here. And when you tell him the handbill and the
rewards bogus, maybe hell 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 dont work your jaw any
between here and there.
So I left, and struck for the back country. I didnt 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. I reckoned I better start in on my plan straight off without
fooling around, because I wanted to stop Jims mouth till these fellows
could get away. I didnt want no trouble with their kind. Id seen
all I wanted to of them, and wanted to get entirely shut of them.
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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 everybodys dead and gone; and if a breeze fans
along and quivers the leaves it makes you feel mournful, because you
feel like its spirits whisperingspirits thats been dead ever so many
yearsand you always think theyre talking about you. As a general
thing it makes a body wish he was dead, too, and done with it all.
Phelps 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 on to 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; roundlog
kitchen, with a big broad, open but roofed passage joining it to
the house; log smoke-house back of the kitchen; three little log nigger-
cabins in a row tother side the smoke-house; one little hut all by
itself away down against the back fence, and some outbuildings down
a piece 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
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bushes and gooseberry bushes in one place by the fence; outside of
the fence a garden and a watermelon patch; then the cotton fields
begins, and after the fields the woods.
I went around and clumb 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 deadfor that
IS the lonesomest sound in the whole world.
I went right along, not fixing up any particular plan, but just trusting
to Providence to put the right words in my mouth when the time
come; for Id 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 powwow as they made! In a quarter of a minute I
was a kind of a hub of a wheel, as you may sayspokes made out of
dogscircle of fifteen of them packed together around me, with
their necks and noses stretched up towards me, a-barking 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 Tiege! you Spot! begone sah!
and she fetched first one and then another of them a clip and sent
them howling, and then the rest followed; and the next second half
of them come back, wagging their tails around me, and making
friends with me. There aint 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 on
to their mothers 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 her little
white children, acting the same way the little niggers was going. She
was smiling all over so she could hardly standand says:
Its you, at last!aint it?
I out with a Yesm before I thought.
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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 couldnt seem to hug and shake enough, and
kept saying, You dont look as much like your mother as I reckoned
you would; but law sakes, I dont care for that, Im so glad to see you!
Dear, dear, it does seem like I could eat you up! Children, its 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 awayor 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, Ive been hungry
for it a many and a many a time, all these long years, and its
come at last! We been expecting you a couple of days and more.
What kep you?boat get aground?
Yesmshe
Dont say yesmsay Aunt Sally. Whered she get aground?
I didnt rightly know what to say, because I didnt 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 upfrom
down towards Orleans. That didnt help me much, though; for I didnt
know the names of bars down that way. I see Id got to invent a
bar, or forget the name of the one we got aground onorNow I
struck an idea, and fetched it out:
It warnt the groundingthat didnt keep us back but a little. We
blowed out a cylinder-head.
Good gracious! anybody hurt?
Nom. Killed a nigger.
Well, its 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 crip-
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pled a man. And I think he died afterwards. He was a Baptist. 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 didnt 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
uncles been up to the town every day to fetch you. And hes gone
again, not moren an hour ago; hell be back any minute now. You
must a met him on the road, didnt you? --oldish man, with a
No, I didnt 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.
Whod you give the baggage to?
Nobody.
Why, child, it ll be stole!
Not where I hid it I reckon it wont, I says.
Howd you get your breakfast so early on the boat?
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 couldnt 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 couldnt
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 were a-running on this way, and you haint told me a
word about Sis, nor any of them. Now Ill rest my works a little,
and you start up yourn; just tell me everythingtell me all about m
all every one of m; and how they are, and what theyre doing, and
what they told you to tell me; and every last thing you can think
of.
Well, I see I was up a stumpand up it good. Providence had
stood by me this fur all right, but I was hard and tight aground now.
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I see it warnt a bit of use to try to go aheadId got to throw up my
hand. So I says to myself, heres 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 lowerthere, thatll do;
you cant be seen now. Dont you let on youre here. Ill play a joke on
him. Children, dont you say a word.
I see I was in a fix now. But it warnt no use to worry; there warnt
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 warld can have become
of him?
I cant imagine, says the old gentleman; and I must say it makes
me dreadful uneasy.
Uneasy! she says; Im ready to go distracted! He must a come;
and youve missed him along the road. I know its sosomething tells
me so.
Why, Sally, I couldnt miss him along the roadyou know that.
But oh, dear, dear, what will Sis say! He must a come! You must a
missed him. He
Oh, dont distress me any moren Im already distressed. I dont
know what in the world to make of it. Im at my wits end, and I
dont mind acknowledging t Im right down scared. But theres no
hope that hes come; for he couldnt come and me miss him. Sally, its
terriblejust terriblesomethings happened to the boat, sure!
Why, Silas! Look yonder!up the road!aint 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-smil-
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ing like a house afire, and I standing pretty meek and sweaty alongside.
The old gentleman stared, and says:
Why, whos that?
Who do you reckon t is?
I haint no idea. Who IS it?
Its Tom Sawyer!
By jings, I most slumped through the floor! But there warnt 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 warnt 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
couldnt hardly go any more, I had told them more about my family
I mean the Sawyer familythan 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 didnt
know but what it would take three days to fix it. If Id a called it
a bolthead it would a done just as well.
Now I was feeling pretty comfortable 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 comes 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 couldnt have it that way; it wouldnt 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 wouldnt take no trouble about me.
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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 stayed
so; and he swallowed two or three times like a person thats got a dry
throat, and then says:
I haint ever done you no harm. You know that. So, then, what
you want to come back and hant me for?
I says:
I haint come backI haint been gone.
When he heard my voice it righted him up some, but he warnt
quite satisfied yet. He says:
Dont you play nothing on me, because I wouldnt on you. Honest
injun, you aint a ghost?
Honest injun, I aint, I says.
WellIIwell, that ought to settle it, of course; but I cant
somehow seem to understand it no way. Looky here, warnt you ever
murdered at all?
No. I warnt ever murdered at allI played it on them. You come
in here and feel of me if you dont believe me.
So he done it; and it satisfied him; and he was that glad to see me
again he didnt 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
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the kind of a fix I was in, and what did he reckon we better do? He
said, let him alone a minute, and dont disturb him. So he thought
and thought, and pretty soon he says:
Its all right; Ive got it. Take my trunk in your wagon, and let on
its yourn; and you turn back and fool along slow, so as to get to the
house about the time you ought to; and Ill go towards town a piece,
and take a fresh start, and get there a quarter or a half an hour after
you; and you neednt let on to know me at first.
I says:
All right; but wait a minute. Theres one more thinga thing that
nobody dont know but me. And that is, theres a nigger here that Im
a-trying to steal out of slavery, and his name is Jimold Miss
Watsons Jim.
He says:
What! Why, Jim is
He stopped and went to studying. I says:
I know what youll say. Youll say its dirty, low-down business; but
what if it is? Im low down; and Im a-going to steal him, and I want
you keep mum and not let on. Will you?
His eye lit up, and he says:
Ill help you steal him!
Well, I let go all holts then, like I was shot. It was the most astonishing
speech I ever heardand Im bound to say Tom Sawyer fell
considerable in my estimation. Only I couldnt believe it. Tom
Sawyer a nigger-stealer!
Oh, shucks! I says; youre joking.
I aint joking, either.
Well, then, I says, joking or no joking, if you hear anything said
about a runaway nigger, dont forget to remember that you dont
know nothing about him, and I dont know nothing about him.
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! Whoever would a thought it was in that
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mare to do it? I wish wed a timed her. And she haint sweated a
hairnot a hair. Its wonderful. Why, I wouldnt take a hundred dollars
for that horse nowI wouldnt, honest; and yet Id a sold her for
fifteen before, and thought twas all she was worth.
Thats all he said. He was the innocentest, best old soul I ever see.
But it warnt surprising; because he warnt 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 schoolhouse, 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 Toms 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, theres somebody come! I wonder who tis? Why, I do
believe its a stranger. Jimmy (thats 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 dont 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 spinning up the road for the village, and
we was all bunched in the front door. Tom had his store clothes on,
and an audienceand that was always nuts for Tom Sawyer. In them
circumstances it warnt no trouble to him to throw in an amount of
style that was suitable. He warnt a boy to meeky along up that yard
like a sheep; no, he come cam and important, like the ram. When he
got a-front 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 didnt want to
disturb them, and says:
Mr. Archibald Nichols, I presume?
No, my boy, says the old gentleman, Im sorry to say t your
driver has deceived you; Nicholss 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
hes out of sight.
Yes, hes gone, my son, and you must come in and eat your dinner
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with us; and then well hitch up and take you down to Nicholss.
Oh, I cant make you so much trouble; I couldnt think of it. Ill
walkI dont mind the distance.
But we wont let you walkit wouldnt be Southern hospitality to
do it. Come right in.
Oh, do, says Aunt Sally; it aint a bit of trouble to us, not a bit
in the world. You must stay. Its a long, dusty three mile, and we
cant let you walk. And, besides, Ive already told em to put on
another plate when I see you coming; so you mustnt disappoint us.
Come right in and make yourself at home.
So Tom he thanked them very hearty and handsome, and let himself
be persuaded, and come in; and when he was in he said he was a
stranger from Hicksville, Ohio, and his name was William
Thompsonand he made another bow.
Well, he run on, and on, and on, making up stuff about Hicksville
and everybody 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:
You owdacious puppy!
He looked kind of hurt, and says:
Im surprised at you, mam.
Youre srpWhy, what do you reckon I am? Ive a good notion
to take andSay, what do you mean by kissing me?
He looked kind of humble, and says:
I didnt mean nothing, mam. I didnt mean no harm. II
thought youd 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 Id like it?
Well, I dont know. Only, theytheytold me you would.
They told you I would. Whoever told yous another lunatic. I never
heard the beat of it. Whos they?
Why, everybody. They all said so, mam.
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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:
Whos everybody? Out with their names, or therll be an idiot
short.
He got up and looked distressed, and fumbled his hat, and says:
Im sorry, and I warnt expecting it. They told me to. They all told
me to. They all said, kiss her; and said shed like it. They all said it
every one of them. But Im sorry, mam, and I wont do it no more
I wont, honest.
You wont, wont you? Well, I shd reckon you wont!
Nom, Im honest about it; I wont ever do it againtill you ask
me.
Till I ask you! Well, I never see the beat of it in my born days! I
lay youll be the Methusalem-numskull of creation before ever I ask
youor the likes of you.
Well, he says, it does surprise me so. I cant 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 somewheres, and fetched up on the old gentlemans,
and says, Didnt you think shed like me to kiss her, sir?
Why, no; IIwell, no, I blieve I didnt.
Then he looks on around the same way to me, and says:
Tom, didnt 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 youve asked me first.
So she didnt 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 warnt looking for
you at all, but only Tom. Sis never wrote to me about anybody coming
but him.
Its because it warnt intended for any of us to come but Tom, he
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says; but I begged and begged, and at the last minute she let me
come, too; so, coming 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 aint no healthy place for a
stranger to come.
Nonot impudent whelps, Sid. You ought to had your jaws
boxed; I haint been so put out since I dont know when. But I dont
care, I dont mind the termsId be willing to stand a thousand such
jokes to have you here. Well, to think of that performance! I dont
deny it, I was most putrified with astonishment when you give me
that smack.
We had dinner out in that broad open passage be-twixt the house
and the kitchen; and there was things enough on that table for seven
familiesand all hot, too; none of your flabby, tough meat thats 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 didnt cool it a bit, neither,
the way Ive 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 warnt no use, they didnt
happen to say 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, maynt Tom and Sid and me go to the show?
No, says the old man, I reckon there aint going to be any; and
you couldnt 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 theyve drove the owdacious loafers out of
town before this time.
So there it was!but I couldnt 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 clumb out of the window and
down the lightning-rod, and shoved for the town; for I didnt believe
anybody was going to give the king and the duke a hint, and so if I
didnt hurry up and give them one theyd get into trouble sure.
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On the road Tom he told me all about how it was reckoned I was
murdered, and how pap disappeared pretty soon, and didnt come
back no more, and what a stir there was when Jim run away; and I
told Tom all about our Royal Nonesuch rapscallions, and as much of
the raft voyage as I had time to; and as we struck into the town and
up through thehere 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 railthat
is, I knowed it WAS the king and the duke, though they was all over
tar and feathers, and didnt look like nothing in the world that was
humanjust 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 couldnt 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 latecouldnt 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 warnt feeling so brash as I
was before, but kind of ornery, and humble, and to blame, somehow
though I hadnt done nothing. But thats always the way; it
dont make no difference whether you do right or wrong, a persons
conscience aint got no sense, and just goes for him anyway. If I had
a yaller dog that didnt know no more than a persons conscience does
I would pison him. It takes up more room than all the rest of a persons
insides, and yet aint no good, nohow. Tom Sawyer he says the
same.
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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! Where?
In that hut down by the ash-hopper. Why, looky here. When we
was at dinner, didnt 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 wasnt for a dog.
Why?
Because part of it was watermelon.
So it wasI 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
dont see at the same time.
Well, the nigger unlocked the padlock when he went in, and he
locked it again when he came out. He fetched uncle a key about the
time we got up from tablesame key, I bet. Watermelon shows man,
lock shows prisoner; and it aint likely theres two prisoners on such a
little plantation, and where the peoples all so kind and good. Jims
the prisoner. All rightIm glad we found it out detective fashion;
I wouldnt 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 well take the one we like the best.
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What a head for just a boy to have! If I had Tom Sawyers head I
wouldnt trade it off to be a duke, nor mate of a steamboat, nor
clown in a circus, nor nothing 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 rightbring it out.
My plan is this, I says. We can easy find out if its Jim in there.
Then get up my canoe tomorrow night, and fetch my raft over from
the island. Then the first dark night that comes steal the key out of
the old mans britches after he goes to bed, and shove off down the
river on the raft with Jim, hiding daytimes and running nights, the
way me and Jim used to do before. Wouldnt that plan work?
Work? Why, certnly it would work, like rats a-fighting. But its too
blame simple; there aint nothing to it. Whats the good of a plan that
aint no more trouble than that? Its as mild as goose-milk. Why,
Huck, it wouldnt make no more talk than breaking into a soap factory.
I never said nothing, because I warnt expecting nothing different;
but I knowed mighty well that whenever he got his plan ready it
wouldnt have none of them objections to it.
And it didnt. 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 neednt tell what it was
here, because I knowed it wouldnt stay the way, it was. I knowed he
would be changing it around every which way as we 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
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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 couldnt understand it no
way at all. It was outrageous, 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:
Dont you reckon I know what Im about? Dont I generly know
what Im about?
Yes.
Didnt I say I was going to help steal the nigger?
Yes.
Well, then.
Thats all he said, and thats all I said. It warnt no use to say any
more; because when he said hed do a thing, he always done it. But I
couldnt 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 couldnt 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 didnt 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 warnt acquainted withwhich was the north sidewe found
a square window-hole, up tolerable high, with just one stout board
nailed across it. I says:
Heres the ticket. This holes big enough for Jim to get through if
we wrench off the board.
Tom says:
Its as simple as tit-tat-toe, three-in-a-row, and as easy as playing
hooky. I should hope we can find a way thats 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?
Thats more like, he says. Its real mysterious, and troublesome,
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and good, he says; but I bet we can find a way thats twice as long.
There aint no hurry; les 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 narrowonly 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 a cabin and hadnt
no connection with it; and there warnt no floor to the shed, nor
nothing in it but some old rusty played-out hoes and spades and
picks and 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 were all right. Well dig him out. It ll take about a week!
Then we started for the house, and I went in the back dooryou
only have to pull a buckskin latch-string, they dont fasten the
doorsbut that warnt romantical 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 hed 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
Jimif it was Jim that was being fed. The niggers was just getting
through breakfast and starting for the fields; and Jims 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 didnt believe he was ever witched
so long before in his life. He got so worked up, and got to running
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on so about his troubles, he forgot all about what hed been a-going
to do. So Tom says:
Whats 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. Curus dog, too. Does you want to go en
look at im?
Yes.
I hunched Tom, and whispers:
You going, right here in the daybreak? That warnt the plan.
No, it warnt; but its the plan now.
So, drat him, we went along, but I didnt like it much. When we
got in we couldnt 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 didnt know
nothing to do; and if I had I couldnt 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, dis-yer runaway nigger.
I dont 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, thats mighty curious. Who sung out? When did he sing out?
What did he sing out? And turns to me, perfectly cam, and says,
Did you hear anybody sing out?
Of course there warnt nothing to be said but the one thing; so I
says:
No; I aint 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?
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No, sah, says Jim; I haint said nothing, sah.
Not a word?
No, sah, I haint 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 reckons the matter with you, anyway? What made
you think somebody sung out?
Oh, its de dad-blame witches, sah, en I wisht I was dead, I do.
Deys awluz at it, sah, en dey do mos kill me, dey skyers me so.
Please to dont tell nobody bout it sah, er ole Mars Silas hell scole
me; kase he say dey aint no witches. I jis wish to goodness he was
heah nowden what would he say! I jis bet he couldn fine no way
to git aroun it dis time. But its awluz jis so; people dats sot, stays
sot; dey wont look into nothnen fine it out f r deyselves, en when
you fine it out en tell um bout it, dey doan blieve you.
Tom give him a dime, and said we wouldnt tell nobody; 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 wouldnt
give him up, Id 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:
Dont ever let on to know us. And if you hear any digging going
on nights, its us; were 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 wed 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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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
thats 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 awkward as it can be.
And so it makes it so rotten difficult to get up a difficult plan. There
aint no watchman to be druggednow there ought to be a watchman.
There aint even a dog to give a sleeping-mixture to. And theres
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 punkinheaded
nigger, and dont send nobody to watch the nigger. Jim could
a got out of that window-hole before this, only there wouldnt be no
use trying to travel with a ten-foot chain on his leg. Why, drat it,
Huck, its the stupidest arrangement I ever see. You got to invent all
the difficulties. Well, we cant help it; we got to do the best we can
with the materials weve got. Anyhow, theres one thingtheres more
honor in getting him out through a lot of difficulties and dangers,
where there warnt 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
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a lanterns 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 a saw? Haint we got to saw the leg of Jims
bed off, so as to get the chain loose?
Why, you just said a body could lift up the bed-stead and slip the
chain off.
Well, if that aint just like you, Huck Finn. You can get up the
infant-schooliest ways of going at a thing. Why, haint you ever read
any books at all?Baron Trenck, nor Casanova, nor Benvenuto
Chelleeny, nor Henri IV., nor none of them heroes? Who ever 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 cant be found, and put
some dirt and grease around the sawed place so the very keenest
seneskal cant see no sign of its being sawed, and thinks the bed-leg
is perfectly sound. Then, the night youre 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 battlements, shin down it, break
your leg in the moatbecause a rope ladder is nineteen foot too
short, you knowand theres 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. Its gaudy,
Huck. I wish there was a moat to this cabin. If we get time, the night
of the escape, well dig one.
I says:
What do we want of a moat when were 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 wouldnt dothere aint necessity enough for it.
For what? I says.
Why, to saw Jims leg off, he says.
Good land! I says; why, there aint no necessity for it. And what
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would you want to saw his leg off for, anyway?
Well, some of the best authorities has done it. They couldnt 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 aint necessity
enough in this case; and, besides, Jims a nigger, and wouldnt understand
the reasons for it, and how its the custom in Europe; so well
let it go. But theres one thinghe 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; its mostly done that way. And Ive et
worse pies.
Why, Tom Sawyer, how you talk, I says; Jim aint got no use for
a rope ladder.
He has got use for it. How youtalk, you better say; you dont know
nothing about it. Hes 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, cant he?
Thats what they all do; and hes got to, too. Huck, you dont ever
seem to want to do anything thats regular; you want to be starting
something fresh all the time. Spose he dont do nothing with it? aint
it there in his bed, for a clew, after hes gone? and dont you reckon
theyll want clews? Of course they will. And you wouldnt leave them
any? That would be a pretty howdy-do, wouldnt it! I never heard of
such a thing.
Well, I says, if its in the regulations, and hes got to have it,
all right, let him have it; because I dont wish to go back on no
regulations; but theres one thing, Tom Sawyerif we go to tearing
up our sheets to make Jim a rope ladder, were going to get
into trouble with Aunt Sally, just as sure as youre born. Now, the
way I look at it, a hickry-bark ladder dont cost nothing, and
dont 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 aint had no experience, and so he dont care what
kind of a
Oh, shucks, Huck Finn, if I was as ignorant as you Id keep still
thats what ID do. Who ever heard of a state prisoner escaping by a
hickry-bark ladder? Why, its perfectly ridiculous.
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Well, all right, Tom, fix it your own way; but if youll take my
advice, youll let me borrow a sheet off of the clothesline.
He said that would do. And that gave 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 grannyJim cant write.
Spose he cant writehe can make marks on the shirt, cant 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.
Prisoners dont 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
theyve got to do it by rubbing it on the wall. They wouldnt use a
goose-quill if they had it. It aint regular.
Well, then, whatll we make him the ink out of?
Many makes it out of iron-rust and tears; but thats 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 hes 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 its a blame good
way, too.
Jim aint got no tin plates. They feed him in a pan.
That aint nothing; we can get him some.
Cant nobody read his plates.
That aint got anything to do with it, Huck Finn. All hes got to
do is to write on the plate and throw it out. You dont have to be able
to read it. Why, half the time you cant read anything a prisoner
writes on a tin plate, or anywhere else.
Well, then, whats the sense in wasting the plates?
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Why, blame it all, it aint the prisoners plates.
But its somebodys plates, aint it?
Well, sposn 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 the 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 warnt borrowing, it was stealing. He said we was
representing prisoners; and prisoners dont care how they get a
thing so they get it, and nobody dont blame them for it, either. It
aint no crime in a prisoner to steal the thing he needs to get away
with, Tom said; its his right; and so, as long as we was representing
a prisoner, 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 warnt prisoners it would be a very different thing,
and nobody but a mean, ornery person would steal when he
warnt a prisoner. So we allowed we would steal everything there
was that come handy. And yet he made a mighty fuss, one day,
after that, when I stole a watermelon 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 didnt need it to get out of prison with;
theres where the difference was. He said if Id 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 couldnt 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 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 woodpile to talk. He says:
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Everythings all right now except tools; and thats easy fixed.
Tools? I says.
Yes.
Tools for what?
Why, to dig with. We aint a-going to gnaw him out, are we?
Aint 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 youif you got any reasonableness in
you at allwhat 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 shovelswhy, they wouldnt furnish em to a king.
Well, then, I says, if we dont 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, its foolish, Tom.
It dont make no difference how foolish it is, its the right way
and its the regular way. And there aint no other way, that ever I heard
of, and Ive read all the books that gives any information about these
things. They always dig out with a case-knifeand not through dirt,
mind you; generly its 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?
I dont know.
Well, guess.
I dont know. A month and a half.
Thirty-seven yearand he come out in China. Thats the kind. I
wish the bottom of this fortress was solid rock.
Jim dont know nobody in China.
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Whats that got to do with it? Neither did that other fellow. But
youre always a-wandering off on a side issue. Why cant you stick to
the main point?
All rightI dont care where he comes out, so he comes out; and
Jim dont, either, I reckon. But theres one thing, anywayJims too
old to be dug out with a case-knife. He wont last.
Yes he will last, too. You dont reckon its going to take thirty-seven
years to dig out through a dirt foundation, do you?
How long will it take, Tom?
Well, we cant resk being as long as we ought to, because it maynt
take very long for Uncle Silas to hear from down there by New
Orleans. Hell hear Jim aint from there. Then his next move will be
to advertise Jim, or something like that. So we cant 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 cant.
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 theres an alarm. Yes,
I reckon that ll be the best way.
Now, theres sense in that, I says. Letting on dont cost nothing;
letting on aint no trouble; and if its any object, I dont mind letting
on we was at it a hundred and fifty year. It wouldnt strain me none,
after I got my hand in. So Ill 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 aint unregular and irreligious to sejest it, I says, theres
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 aint no use to try to learn you nothing, Huck. Run along and
smouch the knivesthree of them.
So I done it.
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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 middle
of the bottom log. Tom said we was right behind Jims bed now,
and wed dig in under it, and when we got through there couldnt
nobody in the cabin ever know there was any hole there, because
Jims counter-pin hung down most to the ground, and youd have
to raise it up and look under to see the hole. So we dug and dug
with the case-knives till most midnight; and then we was dog-tired,
and our hands was blistered, and yet you couldnt see wed done
anything hardly.
At last I says:
This aint 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
digging, and then for a good little while I knowed that he was thinking.
Then he says:
It aint no use, Huck, it aint a-going to work. If we was prisoners
it would, because then wed have as many years as we wanted, and no
hurry; and we wouldnt get but a few minutes to dig, every day, while
they was changing watches, and so our hands wouldnt 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 cant fool along; we
got to rush; we aint got no time to spare. If we was to put in anoth-
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er night this way wed have to knock off for a week to let our hands
get wellcouldnt touch a case-knife with them sooner.
Well, then, what we going to do, Tom?
Ill tell you. It aint right, and it aint moral, . and I wouldnt like
it to get out; but there aint only just the one way: we got to dig him
out with the picks, and let on its case-knives.
Now youre 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 dont care shucks for the morality of it, nohow.
When I start in to steal a nigger, or a watermelon, or a Sunday-school
book, I aint no ways particular how its done so its 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 picks the handiest thing, thats
the thing Im a-going to dig that nigger or that watermelon or that
Sunday-school book out with; and I dont give a dead rat what the
authorities thinks about it nuther.
Well, he says, theres excuse for picks and letting-on in a case
like this; if it warnt so, I wouldnt approve of it, nor I wouldnt stand
by and see the rules brokebecause right is right, and wrong is
wrong, and a body aint got no business doing wrong when he aint
ignorant and knows better. It might answer for you to dig Jim out
with a pick, without any letting on, because you dont know no better;
but it wouldnt for me, because I do know better. Gimme a caseknife.
He had his own by him, but I handed him mine.
He flung it down, and says:
Gimme a case-knife.
I didnt know just what to dobut then I thought. I scratched
around amongst the old tools, and got a pickaxe 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 up stairs I looked out at the window
and see Tom doing his level best with the lightning-rod, but he
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couldnt come it, his hands was so sore. At last he says:
It aint no use, it cant be done. What you reckon I better do? Cant
you think of no way?
Yes, I says, but I reckon it aint regular.
Come up the stairs, and let on its 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 says it wasnt enough; but I said nobody wouldnt
ever see the plates that Jim throwed out, because theyd fall in the
dog-fennel and jimpson weeds under the window-holethen 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.
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
warnt no need to decide on any of them yet. Said wed 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 didnt 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 Jims bed and into the
cabin, and pawed around and found the candle and lit it, and stood
over Jim awhile, 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 unregular 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
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right, and we set there and talked over old times awhile, 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. Well send you some things by them.
I said, Dont do nothing of the kind; its 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 hed got his plans set.
So he told Jim how wed have to smuggle in the rope-ladder pie and
other large 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 in uncles coat-pockets and he
must steal them out; and we would tie things to aunts 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. Jim he couldnt 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 theyd 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 woodpile and chopped up the
brass candlestick 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 Nats notice off, Tom shoved a piece of candlestick into the middle
of a corn-pone that was in Jims pan, and we went along with Nat
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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 warnt ever anything
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
thats 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 Jims bed; and
they kept on piling in till there was eleven of them, and there warnt
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 on to the floor amongst the dogs, and begun
to groan like he was dying. Tom jerked the door open and flung out
a slab of Jims 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 hed
fixed the other door too. Then he went to work on the nigger, coaxing
him and petting him, and asking him if hed been imagining he
saw something again. He raised up, and blinked his eyes around, and
says:
Mars Sid, youll say Is a fool, but if I didnt blieve I see most a
million dogs, er devils, er somen, I wisht I may die right heah in dese
tracks. I did, mos sholy. Mars Sid, I felt umI felt um, sah; dey was
all over me. Dad fetch it, I jis wisht I could git my hans on one er
dem witches jis wunstony jis wunstits all Id ast. But mosly I
wisht deyd lemme lone, I does.
Tom says:
Well, I tell you what I think. What makes them come here just at
this runaway niggers breakfast-time? Its because theyre hungry;
thats the reason. You make them a witch pie; thats the thing for you
to do.
But my lan, Mars Sid, hows I gwyne to make m a witch pie? I
doan know how to make it. I haint ever hearn er sich a thing bfo.
Well, then, Ill have to make it myself.
Will you do it, honey?Qwill you? Ill wusshup de groun und
yo foot, I will!
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All right, Ill do it, seeing its you, and youve 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 weve
put in the pan, dont you let on you see it at all. And dont you look
when Jim unloads the pansomething might happen, I dont know
what. And above all, dont 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 hundd thousn billion dollars,
I wouldnt.
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That was all fixed. So then we went away and went to the rubbagepile
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 washpan, 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 Sallys apron-pocket which was hanging on a chair,
and tother we stuck in the band of Uncle Silass hat, which was on the
bureau, because we heard the children say their pa and ma was going
to the runaway niggers house this morning, and then went to breakfast,
and Tom dropped the pewter spoon in Uncle Silass coat-pocket,
and Aunt Sally wasnt come yet, so we had to wait a little while.
And when she come she was hot and red and cross, and couldnt
hardly wait for the blessing; and then she went to sluicing out coffee
with one hand and cracking the handiest childs head with her thimble
with the other, and says:
Ive hunted high and Ive hunted low, and it does beat all what has
become 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 warwhoop, and Tom he turned
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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 againit was the sudden surprise of it that knocked
us so kind of cold. Uncle Silas he says:
Its most uncommon curious, I cant understand it. I know perfectly
well I took it off, because
Because you haint 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 clos-line yesterdayI see it
there myself. But its gone, thats the long and the short of it, and
youll just have to change to a red flannl one till I can get time to
make a new one. And it ll be the third Ive 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 moren 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 oughtnt to be altogether
my fault, because, you know, I dont see them nor have nothing
to do with them except when theyre on me; and I dont believe
Ive ever lost one of them off of me.
Well, it aint your fault if you havent, Silas; youd a done it if you
could, I reckon. And the shirt aint all thats gone, nuther. Thers a
spoon gone; and that aint all. There was ten, and now thers only
nine. The calf got the shirt, I reckon, but the calf never took the
spoon, thats certain.
Why, what else is gone, Sally?
Thers six candles gonethats what. The rats could a got the candles,
and I reckon they did; I wonder they dont walk off with the whole
place, the way youre always going to stop their holes and dont do it;
and if they warnt fools theyd sleep in your hair, Silasyoud never find
it out; but you cant lay the spoon on the rats, and that I know.
Well, Sally, Im in fault, and I acknowledge it;
Ive been remiss; but I wont let tomorrow go by without stopping
up them holes.
Oh, I wouldnt hurry; next year ll do. Matilda Angelina Araminta
Phelps!
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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 on to the passage, and says:
Missus, deys a sheet gone.
A sheet gone! Well, for the lands sake!
Ill stop up them holes today, says Uncle Silas, looking sorrowful.
Oh, do shet up!spose the rats took the sheet? Wheres it gone,
Lize?
Clah to goodness I haint no notion, Miss Sally. She wuz on de
closline 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, deys a brass cannelstick
missn.
Cler out from here, you hussy, er Ill 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 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, because she
says:
Its just as I expected. So you had it in your pocket all the time;
and like as not youve got the other things there, too. Howd it get
there?
I reely dont 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
aint in; but Ill go and see; and if the Testament is where I had it, Ill
know I didnt put it in, and that will show that I laid the Testament
down and took up the spoon, and
Oh, for the lands sake! Give a body a rest! Go long now, the
whole kit and biling of ye; and dont come nigh me again till Ive got
back my peace of mind.
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Id a heard her if shed a said it to herself, let alone speaking it
out; and Id a got up and obeyed her if Id 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 aint no use to send things by him no more, he aint reliable.
Then he says: But he done us a good turn with the spoon,
anyway, without knowing it, and so well go and do him one without
him knowing itstop 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 shipshape. 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 tother, looking as absent-minded as year before last. He went
a mooning around, first to one rat-hole and then another, till hed
been to them all. Then he stood about five minutes, picking tallowdrip
off of his candle and thinking. Then he turns off slow and
dreamy towards the stairs, saying:
Well, for the life of me I cant remember when I done it. I could
show her now that I warnt to blame on account of the rats. But never
mindlet it go. I reckon it wouldnt do no good.
And so he went on a-mumbling up stairs, 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 wed 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 aint but nine spoons yet.
She says:
Go long to your play, and dont bother me. I know better, I
counted m myself.
Well, Ive counted them twice, Aunty, and I cant make but nine.
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She looked out of all patience, but of course she come to count
anybody would.
I declare to gracious ther aint but nine! she says. Why, what in
the worldplague take the things, Ill count m again.
So I slipped back the one I had, and when she got done counting,
she says:
Hang the troublesome rubbage, thers ten now! and she looked
huffy and bothered both. But Tom says:
Why, Aunty, I dont think theres ten.
You numskull, didnt you see me count m?
I know, but
Well, Ill count m again.
So I smouched one, and they come out nine, same as the other
time. Well, she was in a tearing wayjust a-trembling all over, she
was so mad. But she counted and counted till she got that addled
shed start to count in the basket for a spoon sometimes; and so, three
times they come out right, and three times 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 cler out and let her have
some peace, and if we come bothering around her again betwixt that
and dinner shed 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, before noon. We was
very well satisfied with this business, and Tom allowed it was worth
twice the trouble it took, because he said now she couldnt ever count
them spoons twice alike again to save her life; and wouldnt believe
shed counted them right if she did; and said that after shed about
counted her head off for the next three days he judged shed 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 didnt know how many sheets she had any
more, and she didnt care, and warnt a-going to bullyrag the rest of
her soul out about it, and wouldnt count them again not to save her
life; she druther die first.
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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 mixedup
counting; and as to the candlestick, it warnt 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 wash-pans 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 didnt want nothing but a crust,
and we couldnt prop it up right, and she would always cave in. But
of course we thought of the right way at lastwhich 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 wouldnt
go into the pie. Being made of a whole sheet, that way, there was
rope enough for forty pies if wed a wanted them, and plenty left over
for soup, or sausage, or anything you choose. We could a had a whole
dinner.
But we didnt need it. All we needed was just enough for the pie,
and so we throwed the rest away. We didnt cook none of the pies in
the wash-panafraid 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 ancesters 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 warnt, 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 didnt
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 top, and stood off five foot, with the long handle,
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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 wouldnt cramp him down to business I dont know nothing
what Im talking about, and lay him in enough stomach-ache to last
him till next time, too.
Nat didnt look when we put the witch pie in Jims 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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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. Thats the one which the prisoner has to scrabble on the wall.
But he had to have it; Tom said hed got to; there warnt no case of a
state prisoner not scrabbling his inscription 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? Jims got to
do his inscription and coat of arms. They all do.
Jim says:
Why, Mars Tom, I haint got no coat o arm; I haint got nuffn but
dish yer ole shirt, en you knows I got to keep de journal on dat.
Oh, you dont understand, Jim; a coat of arms is very different.
Well, I says, Jims right, anyway, when he says he aint got no
coat of arms, because he haint.
I reckon I knowed that, Tom says, but you bet hell have one
before he goes out of thisbecause hes going out right, and there
aint 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 hisn 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 hed struck so many good ones he didnt hardly know which to
take, but there was one which he reckoned hed decide on. He says:
On the scutcheon well have a bend or in the dexter base, a saltire
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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 otto. Got it out of a bookmeans the more haste
the less speed.
Geewhillikins, I says, but what does the rest of it mean?
We aint got no time to bother over that, he says; we got to dig
in like all git-out.
Well, anyway, I says, whats some of it? Whats a fess?
A fessa fess isyou dont need to know what a fess is. Ill show
him how to make it when he gets to it.
Shucks, Tom, I says, I think you might tell a person. Whats a
bar sinister?
Oh, I dont know. But hes got to have it. All the nobility does.
That was just his way. If it didnt suit him to explain a thing to you,
he wouldnt do it. You might pump at him a week, it wouldnt make
no difference.
Hed 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 inscriptionsaid 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:
1. Here a captive heart busted.
2. Here a poor prisoner, forsook by the world and friends, fretted
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.
Toms voice trembled whilst he was reading them, and he most broke
down. When he got done he couldnt no way make up his mind
which one for Jim to scrabble on to the wall, they was all so good;
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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 on to the logs
with a nail, and he didnt know how to make letters, besides; but
Tom said he would block them out for him, and then he wouldnt
have nothing to do but just follow the lines.
Then pretty soon he says:
Come to think, the logs aint a-going to do; they dont have log
walls in a dungeon: we got to dig the inscriptions into a rock. Well
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 wouldnt 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 didnt give my hands no
show to get well of the sores, and we didnt 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. Theres a gaudy big grindstone down at the mill, and well
smouch it, and carve the things on it, and file out the pens and the
saw on it, too.
It warnt no slouch of an idea; and it warnt no slouch of a grindstone
nuther; but we allowed wed tackle it. It warnt 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 couldnt keep her from
falling over, and she come mighty 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 warnt 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 warnt big enough to get the grind-
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stone 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 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
ourselves. But Tom thought of something, and says:
You got any spiders in here, Jim?
No, sah, thanks to goodness I haint, Mars Tom.
All right, well get you some.
But bless you, honey, I doan want none. Is afeard un um. I jis s
soon have rattlesnakes aroun.
Tom thought a minute or two, and says:
Its a good idea. And I reckon its been done. It must a been done;
it stands to reason. Yes, its 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 Id take en bust right out thoo dat log wall,
I would, wid my head.
Why, Jim, you wouldnt be afraid of it after a little. You could tame it.
Tame it!
Yeseasy enough. Every animal is grateful for kindness and petting,
and they wouldnt think of hurting a person that pets them. Any book
will tell you that. You trythats all I ask; just try for two or three days.
Why, you can get him so in a little while that hell love you; and sleep
with you; and wont stay away from you a minute; and will let you
wrap him round your neck and put his head in your mouth.
Please, Mars Tomdoan talk so! I cant stan it! Hed let me shove
his head in my mouffer a favor, haint it? I lay hed wait a powful
long time fo I ast him. En mo en dat, I doan want him to sleep wid
me.
Jim, dont act so foolish. A prisoners got to have some kind of a
dumb pet, and if a rattlesnake haint ever been tried, why, theres
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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.
Why, Mars Tom, I doan want no sich glory. Snake take n bite
Jims chin off, den whah is de glory? No, sah, I doan want no sich
doins.
Blame it, cant you try? I only want you to tryyou neednt keep
it up if it dont work.
But de trouble all done ef de snake bite me while Is a tryin him.
Mars Tom, Is willin to tackle mos anything at aint onreasonable,
but ef you en Huck fetches a rattlesnake in heah for me to tame, Is
gwyne to leave, dats shore.
Well, then, let it go, let it go, if youre so bull-headed about it. We
can get you some garter-snakes, and you can tie some buttons on their
tails, and let on theyre rattlesnakes, and I reckon that ll have to do.
I kn stan dem, Mars Tom, but blame f I couldn get along widout
um, I tell you dat. I never knowed bfo t was so much bother
and trouble to be a prisoner.
Well, it always is when its done right. You got any rats around
here?
No, sah, I haint seed none.
Well, well get you some rats.
Why, Mars Tom, I doan want no rats. Deys de dadblamedest creturs
to sturb a body, en rustle roun over im, en bite his feet, when
hes tryin to sleep, I ever see. No, sah, gimme gyarter-snakes, f Is
got to have m, but doan gimme no rats; I hain got no use f r um,
skasely.
But, Jim, you got to have emthey all do. So dont make no more
fuss about it. Prisoners aint ever without rats. There aint 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 juiceharp;
but I reckn dey wouldn take no stock in a juice-harp.
Yes they would. they dont care what kind of music tis. A jewsharps
plenty good enough for a rat. All animals like musicin a
prison they dote on it. Specially, painful music; and you cant get no
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other kind out of a jews-harp. It always interests them; they come out
to see whats the matter with you. Yes, youre all right; youre 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 Brokenthats the thing that ll scoop a rat quicker n anything
else; and when youve played about two minutes youll see all
the rats, and the snakes, and spiders, and things begin to feel worried
about you, and come. And theyll just fairly swarm over you, and
have a noble good time.
Yes, dey will, I reckn, Mars Tom, but what kine er time is JIM
havin? Blest if I kin see de pint. But Ill do it ef I got to. I reckn I
better keep de animals satisfied, en not have no trouble in de house.
Tom waited to think it over, and see if there wasnt nothing else;
and pretty soon he says:
Oh, theres one thing I forgot. Could you raise a flower here, do
you reckon?
I doan know but maybe I could, Mars Tom; but its tolable dark
in heah, en I ain got no use f r no flower, nohow, en shed be a pow-
ful sight o trouble.
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 reckn, but she wouldnt be wuth half de trouble shed
coss.
Dont you believe it. Well fetch you a little one and you plant it
in the corner over there, and raise it. And dont call it mullen, call it
Pitchiolathats its right name when its in a prison. And you want
to water it with your tears.
Why, I got plenty spring water, Mars Tom.
You dont want spring water; you want to water it with your tears.
Its the way they always do.
Why, Mars Tom, I lay I kin raise one er dem mullen-stalks twyste
wid spring water whiles another mans a startn one wid tears.
That aint the idea. You got to do it with tears.
Shell die on my hans, Mars Tom, she sholy will; kase I doan
skasely ever cry.
So Tom was stumped. But he studied it over, and then said Jim
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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
Jims 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 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 himself, and yet he didnt know enough to appreciate
them, and they was just about wasted on him. So Jim he was
sorry, and said he wouldnt behave so no more, and then me and Tom
shoved for bed.
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In the morning we went up to the village and bought a wire rattrap
and fetched 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 Sallys bed. But while
we was gone for spiders little Thomas Franklin Benjamin 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 sixteen, drat
that meddlesome cub, and they warnt 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
caterpillars, and one thing or another; and we like to got a hornets
nest, but we didnt. The family was at home. We didnt give it right
up, but stayed with them as long as we could; because we allowed
wed tire them out or theyd 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 couldnt 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 days work: and hungry?
oh, no, I reckon not! And there warnt a blessed snake up there
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when we went backwe didnt half tie the sack, and they worked out
somehow, and left. But it didnt matter much, because they was still
on the premises somewheres. So we judged we could get some of
them again. No, there warnt no real scarcity of snakes about the
house for a considerable spell. Youd 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 didnt want them. Well, they was handsome and striped,
and there warnt 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 couldnt stand them no way you could fix it; and
every time one of them flopped down on her, it didnt 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 couldnt get her to take a-holt 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 hadnt
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 warnt
over it yet; she warnt 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 allowed these lickings warnt nothing to what she would do if we
ever loaded up the place again with them. I didnt mind the lickings,
because they didnt amount to nothing; but I minded the trouble we
had to lay in another lot. But we got them laid in, and all the other
things; and you never see a cabin as blithesome as Jims was when
theyd all swarm out for music and go for him. Jim didnt like the spiders,
and the spiders didnt like Jim; and so theyd lay for him, and
make it mighty warm for him. And he said that between the rats and
the snakes and the grindstone there warnt no room in bed for him,
skasely; and when there was, a body couldnt sleep, it was so lively,
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and it was always lively, he said, because 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 tother gang having
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 wouldnt 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 inscriptions 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 didnt. It was the most undigestible
sawdust I ever see; and Tom said the same. But as I was saying,
wed 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 run-away nigger, but hadnt got no answer, because there warnt
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 give me the cold shivers, and I see we hadnt no time to
lose. So Tom said, now for the nonnamous letters.
Whats them? I says.
Warnings to the people that something is up.
Sometimes its done one way, sometimes another. But theres
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. Its a very good way, and so is the nonnamous
letters. Well use them both. And its usual for the prisoners mother
to change clothes with him, and she stays in, and he slides out in her
clothes. Well do that, too.
But looky here, Tom, what do we want to warn anybody for that
somethings up? Let them find it out for themselvesits their lookout.
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Yes, I know; but you cant depend on them. Its the way theyve
acted from the very startleft us to do everything. Theyre so confiding
and mullet-headed they dont take notice of nothing at all. So if
we dont give them notice there wont be nobody nor nothing to
interfere with us, and so after all our hard work and trouble this
escape ll go off perfectly flat; wont amount to nothingwont be
nothing to it.
Well, as for me, Tom, thats the way Id like.
Shucks! he says, and looked disgusted. So I says:
But I aint going to make no complaint. Any way that suits you
suits me. What you going to do about the servant-girl?
Youll be her. You slide in, in the middle of the night, and hook
that yaller girls frock.
Why, Tom, that ll make trouble next morning; because, of course,
she probbly haint got any but that one.
I know; but you dont want it but fifteen minutes, to carry the
nonnamous letter and shove it under the front door.
All right, then, Ill do it; but I could carry it just as handy in my
own togs.
You wouldnt look like a servant-girl then, would you?
No, but there wont be nobody to see what I look like, anyway.
That aint 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. Haint you got no principle at all?
All right, I aint saying nothing; Im the servant-girl. Whos Jims
mother?
Im his mother. Ill hook a gown from Aunt Sally.
Well, then, youll have to stay in the cabin when me and Jim
leaves.
Not much. Ill stuff Jims clothes full of straw and lay it on his bed
to represent his mother in disguise, and Jim ll take the nigger
womans gown off of me and wear it, and well all evade together.
When a prisoner of style escapes its called an evasion. Its always
called so when a king escapes, f rinstance. And the same with a
kings son; it dont make no difference whether hes a natural one or
an unnatural one.
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So Tom he wrote the nonnamous letter, and I smouched the yaller
wenchs 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 back door. I never see a family in such a sweat. They
couldnt 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 warnt noticing, she done the same; she
couldnt face noway and be satisfied, because she allowed there was
something behind her every timeso she was always a-whirling
around sudden, and saying ouch, and before shed got two-thirds
around shed whirl back again, and say it again; and she was afraid to
go to bed, but she dasnt 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:
Dont betray me, I wish to be your friend. There is a desprate
gang of cut-throats from over in the Indian Territory going to
steal your runaway nigger tonight, 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
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and lead an 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 niggers 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.
Dont do anything but just the way I am telling you; if you do
they will suspicion something and raise whoop-jamboreehoo. I
do not wish any reward but to know I have done the right thing.
UNKNOWN FRIEND.
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We was feeling pretty good after breakfast, 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 didnt
know which end they was standing on, and made us go right off to
bed the minute we was done supper, and wouldnt tell us what the
trouble was, and never let on a word about the new letter, but didnt
need to, because we knowed as much about it as anybody did, and as
soon as we was half up stairs 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 Sallys dress that he stole and was going to start with the
lunch, but says:
Wheres the butter?
I laid out a hunk of it, I says, on a piece of a corn-pone.
Well, you left it laid out, thenit aint here.
We can get along without it, I says.
We can get along with it, too, he says; just you slide down cellar
and fetch it. And then mosey right down the lightning-rod and
come along. Ill go and stuff the straw into Jims 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 persons fist, was where I had left it, so I took up the slab of cornpone
with it on, and blowed out my light, and started up stairs very
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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?
Yesm.
What you been doing down there?
Nothn.
Nothn!
Nom.
Well, then, what possessed you to go down there this time of
night?
I dont know m.
You dont know? Dont answer me that way. Tom, I want to know
what you been doing down there.
I haint been doing a single thing, Aunt Sally, I hope to gracious if
I have.
I reckoned shed 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 warnt 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 Ill find out
what it is before Im done with you.
So she went away as I opened the door and walked into the settingroom.
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 warnt; but I knowed they was, because they was always
taking off their hats, and putting them on, and scratching their
heads, and changing their seats, and fumbling with their buttons. I
warnt easy myself, but I didnt 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 wed
overdone this thing, and what a thundering hornets-nest wed got
ourselves into, so we could stop fooling around straight off, and clear
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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 couldnt
answer them straight, I didnt 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 desperadoes, and saying it warnt 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 soon, when one of them says, Im 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 lands sake, what is the matter with the child? Hes got the
brain-fever as shore as youre born, and theyre 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 aint no worse; for lucks against us, and it never rains but it pours,
and when I see that truck I thought wed lost you, for I knowed by
the color and all it was just like your brains would be if
Dear, dear, whydnt you tell me that was what youd been down
there for, I wouldnt a cared. Now cler out to bed, and dont lemme
see no more of you till morning!
I was up stairs in a second, and down the lightning-rod in another
one, and shinning through the dark for the lean-to. I couldnt 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 losethe house
full of men, yonder, with guns!
His eyes just blazed; and he says:
No!is that so? Aint 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. Wheres Jim?
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Right at your elbow; if you reach out your arm you can touch
him. Hes dressed, and everythings ready. Now well 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 pad-lock, and heard a man say:
I told you wed be too soon; they havent comethe door is
locked. Here, Ill 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.
So in they come, but couldnt 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 softJim first, me next,
and Tom last, which was according to Toms 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
couldnt 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 Toms 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:
Whos that? Answer, or Ill shoot!
But we didnt 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! Theyve 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 and yelled, but we didnt wear no boots and didnt yell.
We was in the path to the mill; and when they got pretty close on
to us we dodged into the bush and let them go by, and then
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dropped in behind them. Theyd had all the dogs shut up, so they
wouldnt scare off the robbers; but by this time somebody had let
them loose, and here they come, making powwow enough for a
million; but they was our dogs; so we stopped in our tracks till they
catched up; and when they see it warnt 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 didnt 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 on to the raft I says:
Now, old Jim, youre a free man again, and I bet you wont 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 aint nobody kin git up a plan dats mo
mixed-up en splendid den what dat one wuz.
We was all 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 didnt feel so brash as what we
did before. It was hurting him considerable, and bleeding; so we
laid him in the wigwam and tore up one of the dukes shirts for to
bandage him, but he says:
Gimme the rags; I can do it myself. Dont stop now; dont
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 wed a had the handling of Louis XVI.,
there wouldnt a been no Son of Saint Louis, ascend to heaven!
wrote down in his biography; no, sir, wed a whooped him over
the borderthats what wed a done with himand done it just
as slick as nothing at all, too. Man the sweepsman the
sweeps!
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But me and Jim was consultingand thinking.
And after wed 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 bet he wouldnt! Well, den,
is Jim gywne to say it? No, sahI doan budge a step outn dis place
dout a doctor, not if its forty year!
I knowed he was white inside, and I reckoned hed say what he did
sayso it was all right now, and I told Tom I was a-going for a doctor.
He raised considerable row about it, but me and Jim stuck to it
and wouldnt budge; so he was for crawling out and setting the raft
loose himself; but we wouldnt let him. Then he give us a piece of his
mind, but it didnt do no good.
So when he sees me getting the canoe ready, he says:
Well, then, if you re bound to go, Ill 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, and search
him and take his chalk away from him, and dont 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. Its 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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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:
Howd 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 sees the canoe he didnt like the look of hersaid she
was big enough for one, but didnt look pretty safe for two. I says:
Oh, you neednt be afeard, sir, she carried the three of us easy
enough.
What three?
Why, me and Sid, andandand the guns; thats 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 hed look around for a bigger one. But
they was all locked and chained; so he took my canoe, and said for
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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 surprise if
I wanted to. But I said I didnt; so I told him just how to find the
raft, and then he started.
I struck an idea pretty soon. I says to myself, sposn he cant fix that
leg just in three shakes of a sheeps tail, as the saying is? sposn 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 Ill do. Ill
wait, and when he comes back if he says hes got to go any more Ill
get down there, too, if I swim; and well take and tie him, and keep
him, and shove out down the river; and when Toms done with him
well give him what its worth, or all we got, and then let him get
ashore.
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 doctors house, but they told me hed gone away in the night
some time or other, and warnt back yet. Well, thinks I, that looks
powerful bad for Tom, and Ill dig out for the island right off. So
away I shoved, and turned the corner, and nearly rammed my head
into Uncle Silass stomach! He says:
Why, Tom! Where you been all this time, you rascal?
I haint been nowheres, I says, only just hunting for the runaway
niggerme and Sid.
Why, where ever did you go? he says. Your aunts been mighty
uneasy.
She neednt, I says, because we was all right. We followed the
men and the dogs, but they outrun 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 couldnt 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 Sids at
the post-office to see what he can hear, and Im a-branching out to
get something to eat for us, and then were going home.
So then we went to the post-office to get Sid; but just as I suspicioned,
he warnt there; so the old man he got a letter out of the
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office, and we waited awhile longer, but Sid didnt come; so the old
man said, come along, let Sid foot it home, or canoe it, when he got
done fooling aroundbut we would ride. I couldnt get him to let
me stay and wait for Sid; and he said there warnt 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 dont amount to shucks, and said shed serve Sid the same
when he come.
And the place was plum 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 a-going all the time. She says:
Well, Sister Phelps, Ive ransacked that-air cabin over, an I blieve
the nigger was crazy. I says to Sister Damrelldidnt I, Sister
Damrell?sI, hes crazy, sIthems the very words I said. You all
hearn me: hes crazy, sI; everything shows it, sI. Look at that-air
grindstone, sI; want to tell met any cretur ts in his right mind s a
goin to scrabble all them crazy things onto a grindstone, sI? Here
sich n sich a person busted his heart; n here so n so pegged along
for thirty-seven year, n all thatnatcherl son o Louis somebody, n
sich everlastn rubbage. Hes plumb crazy, sI; its what I says in the
fust place, its what I says in the middle, n its what I says last n all
the timethe niggers crazycrazy s Nebokoodneezer, sI.
An look at that-air ladder made outn 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 thn this minute to
Sister Utterback, n shell tell you so herself. Sh-she, look at that-air
rag ladder, sh-she; n sI, yes, look at it, sIwhat could he a-wanted
of it, sI. Sh-she, Sister Hotchkiss, sh-she
But how in the nationd they ever git that grindstone in there, anyway?
n who dug that-air hole? n who
My very words, Brer Penrod! I was a-sayinpass that-air sasser o
mlasses, wont ye?I was a-sayin to Sister Dunlap, jist this minute,
how did they git that grindstone in there, sI. Without help, mind
youthout help! Thats wher tis. Dont tell me,sI; there wuz help,
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sI; n ther wuz a plenty help, too, sI; thers ben a dozen a-helpin that
nigger, n I lay Id skin every last nigger on this place but Id find out
who done it, sI; n moreover, sI
A dozen says you!forty couldnt a done every thing thats been
done. Look at them case-knife saws and things, how tedious theyve
been made; look at that bed-leg sawed off with m, a weeks work for
six men; look at that nigger made outn straw on the bed; and look
at
You may well say it, Brer Hightower! Its jist as I was a-sayin to
Brer Phelps, his own self. Se, what do you think of it, Sister
Hotchkiss, se? Think o what, Brer Phelps, sI? Think o that bed-leg
sawed off that a way, se? Think of it, sI? I lay it never sawed itself off,
sIsomebody sawed it, sI; thats my opinion, take it or leave it, it
maynt be no count, sI, but sich as t is, its my opinion, sI, n if any
body kn start a better one, sI, let him do it, sI, thats all. I says to
Sister Dunlap, sI Why, dog my cats, they must a ben a housefull
o niggers in there every night for four weeks to a done all that
work, Sister Phelps. Look at that shirtevery last inch of it kivered
over with secret African writn done with blood! Must a ben a raft uv
m at it right along, all the time, amost. Why, Id give two dollars to
have it read to me; n as for the niggers that wrote it, I low Id take
n lash m tll
People to help him, Brother Marples! Well, I reckon youd think so
if youd a been in this house for a while back. Why, theyve stole
everything they could lay their hands onand 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 aint no telling how
many times they didnt 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-telling 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 twen-
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ty-two dogs right on their very heels at that very time! I tell you, it
just bangs anything I ever heard of. Why, sperits couldnt a done better
and been no smarter. And I reckon they must a been sperits
because, you know our dogs, and ther aint no better; well, them dogs
never even got on the track of m once! You explain that to me if you
can!any of you!
Well, it does beat
Laws alive, I never
So help me, I wouldnt a be
House-thieves as well as
Goodnessgracioussakes, Id a ben afeard to live in sich a
Fraid to live!why, I was that scared I dasnt hardly go to bed, or
get up, or lay down, or set down, Sister Ridgeway. Why, theyd steal
the verywhy, goodness 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 warnt afraid theyd steal some o the family! I was just to that pass I
didnt have no reasoning faculties no more. It looks foolish enough
now, in the daytime; but I says to myself, theres my two poor boys
asleep, way up stairs in that lonesome room, and I declare to goodness
I was that uneasy t I crep up there and locked em in! I did. And
anybody would. Because, you know, when you get scared that way,
and it keeps running 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 yourself, sposn I was a boy, and
was away up there, and the door aint locked, and you She
stopped, looking kind of wondering, and then she turned her head
around slow, and when her eye lit on meI 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 dasnt go fur, or shed 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 didnt 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 shed forgive us, and maybe it
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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 hadnt 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, its most night, and Sid not come yet! What has
become of that boy?
I see my chance; so I skips up and says:
Ill run right up to town and get him, I says.
No you wont, she says. Youll stay right wher you are; ones
enough to be lost at a time. If he aint here to supper, your uncle ll
go.
Well, he warnt there to supper; so right after supper uncle went.
He come back about ten a little bit uneasy; hadnt run across Toms
track. Aunt Sally was a good deal uneasy; but Uncle Silas he said
there warnt no occasion to beboys will be boys, he said, and youll
see this one turn up in the morning all sound and right. So she had
to be satisfied. But she said shed 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 couldnt 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 didnt 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
somewheres 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 aint going to be locked, Tom, and theres the window
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and the rod; but youll be good, wont you? And you wont go? For my
sake.
Laws knows I wanted to go bad enough to see about Tom, and was
all intending to go; but after that I wouldnt 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 couldnt, only to swear
that I wouldnt 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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The old man was uptown again before breakfast, but couldnt get
no track of Tom; and both of them set at the table thinking, and not
saying nothing, and looking mournful, and their coffee getting cold,
and not eating anything. 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 didnt give me no letter.
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, its from St. Petersburgits from Sis.
I allowed another walk would do me good; but I couldnt stir. But
before she could break it open she dropped it and runfor 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:
Oh, hes dead, hes dead, I know hes dead!
And Tom he turned his head a little, and muttered something or
other, which showed he warnt in his right mind; then she flung up
her hands, and says:
Hes alive, thank God! And thats enough! and she snatched a kiss
of him, and flew for the house to get the bed ready, and scattering
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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 wouldnt 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, dont do it, it wouldnt answer at all; he aint 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 thats always
the most anxious for to hang a nigger that haint done just right is
always the very ones that aint the most anxious to pay for him when
theyve 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 warnt to have
nothing but bread and water to eat after this till his owner come, or
he was sold at auction because he didnt 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 bulldog
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:
Dont be no rougher on him than youre obleeged to, because he
aint a bad nigger. When I got to where I found the boy I see I couldnt
cut the bullet out without some help, and he warnt in no condition
for me to leave to go and get help; and he got a little worse and
a little worse, and after a long time he went out of his head, and
wouldnt let me come a-nigh him any more, and said if I chalked his
raft hed kill me, and no end of wild foolishness like that, and I see I
couldnt do anything at all with him; so I says, I got to have help-
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somehow; and the minute I says it out crawls this nigger from somewheres
and says hell 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 Id of liked to run up to town and see them, but I dasnt,
because the nigger might get away, and then Id be to blame; and
yet never a skiff come close enough for me to hail. So there I had to
stick plumb until daylight this morning; and I never see a nigger that
was a better nuss or faithfuller, and yet he was risking his freedom to
do it, and was all tired out, too, and I see plain enough hed been
worked main hard lately. I liked the nigger for that; I tell you, gentlemen,
a nigger like that is worth a thousand dollarsand kind
treatment, too. I had everything I needed, and the boy was doing as
well there as he would a done at homebetter, 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 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 aint no bad nigger, gentlemen; thats what I
think about him.
Somebody says:
Well, it sounds very good, doctor, Im 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 wouldnt cuss him no more.
Then they come out and locked him up. I hoped they was going to
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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 didnt think of it, and I reckoned it warnt best for me
to mix in, but I judged Id get the doctors yarn to Aunt Sally somehow
or other as soon as Id got through the breakers that was laying
just ahead of meexplanations, 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 run-away 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 half an hour Aunt Sally comes
gliding in, and there I was, up a stump again! She motioned 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 hed been
sleeping like that for ever so long, and looking better and peace-fuller
all the time, and ten to one hed 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, Im at home! Hows that?
Wheres the raft?
Its all right, I says.
And Jim?
The same, I says, but couldnt say it pretty brash. But he never
noticed, but says:
Good! Splendid! Now were 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?
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Why, the whole thing. There aint but one; how we set the runaway
nigger freeme and Tom.
Good land! Set the runWhat is the child talking about! Dear,
dear, out of his head again!
No, I aint out of my head; I know all what Im talking about. We
did set him freeme and Tom. We laid out to do it, and we done it.
And we done it elegant, too. Hed got a start, and she never
checked him up, just set and stared and stared, and let him clip
along, and I see it warnt no use for me to put in. Why, Aunty, it
cost us a power of workweeks of ithours 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 cant think what work it was to
make the saws, and pens, and inscriptions, and one thing or another,
and you cant 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 made 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
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
warnt 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 wasnt it bully, Aunty!
Well, I never heard the likes of it in all my born days! So it was
you, you little rapscallions, thats been making all this trouble, and
turned everybodys wits clean inside out and scared us all most to
death. Ive as good a notion as ever I had in my life to take it out o
you this very minute. To think, here Ive been, night after night, a
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you just get well once, you young scamp, and I lay Ill tan the Old
Harry out o both o ye!
But Tom, he was so proud and joyful, he just couldnt hold in, and
his tongue just went itshe a-chipping in, and spitting fire all along,
and both of them going 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. Whod you reckon?
Tom looks at me very grave, and says:
Tom, didnt you just tell me he was all right? Hasnt he got away?
Him? says Aunt Sally; the runaway nigger? Deed he hasnt.
Theyve got him back, safe and sound, and hes in that cabin again,
on bread and water, and loaded down with chains, till hes 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 haint no right to shut him up! Shove!and dont you lose a
minute. Turn him loose! he aint no slave; hes as free as any cretur
that walks this earth!
What does the child mean?
I mean every word I say, Aunt Sally, and if somebody dont go,
ILL go. Ive 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
already free?
Well, that is a question, I must say; and just like women! Why, I
wanted the adventure of it; and Id a waded neck-deep in blood to
goodness alive, Aunt Polly!
If she warnt standing right there, just inside the door, looking as
sweet and contented as an angel half full of pie, I wish I may never!
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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 Toms Aunt Polly shook herself loose
and stood there looking across at Tom over her spectacleskind of
grinding him into the earth, you know. And then she says:
Yes, you better turn yr head awayI would if I was you, Tom.
Oh, deary me! says Aunt Sally; Is he changed so? Why, that aint
Tom, its Sid; TomsTomswhy, where is Tom? He was here a
minute ago.
You mean wheres Huck Finnthats what you mean! I reckon I
haint 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
seeexcept 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
didnt know nothing at all the rest of the day, and preached a prayermeeting
sermon that night that gave him a rattling ruputation,
because the oldest man in the world couldnt a understood it. So
Toms 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 Sawyershe chipped in and says, Oh, go on and
call me Aunt Sally, Im used to it now, and taint no need to
changethat when Aunt Sally took me for Tom Sawyer I had to
stand itthere warnt no other way, and I knowed he wouldnt mind,
because it would be nuts for him, being a mystery, and hed 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 couldnt 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
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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 creeturs up to this time, as long as I couldnt 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 you twice to ask you what you
could mean by Sid being here.
Well, I never got em, Sis.
Aunt Polly she turns around slow and severe, and says:
You, Tom!
Wellwhat? he says, kind of pettish.
Don t you what me, you impudent thinghand out them letters.
What letters?
Them letters. I be bound, if I have to take a-holt of you Ill
Theyre in the trunk. There, now. And theyre just the same as
they was when I got them out of the office. I haint looked into them,
I haint touched them. But I knowed theyd make trouble, and I
thought if you warnt in no hurry, Id
Well, you do need skinning, there aint no mistake about it. And I
wrote another one to tell you I was coming; and I spose he
No, it come yesterday; I haint read it yet, but its all right, Ive got
that one.
I wanted to offer to bet two dollars she hadnt, but I reckoned
maybe it was just as safe to not to. So I never said nothing.
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The first time I catched Tom private I asked him what was his
idea, time of the evasion?what it was hed planned to do if the
evasion worked all right and he managed 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 adventures 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
niggers 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 reckoned 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 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 whats de sign un it;
en I tole you I ben rich wunst, en gwineter to be rich agin; en its
come true; en heah she is! dah, now! doan talk to mesigns is signs,
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mine I tell you; en I knowed jis s well at I uz gwineter be rich agin
as Is a-stannin heah dis minute!
And then Tom he talked along and talked along, and says, les 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 couldnt get
none from home, because its likely paps been back before now, and
got it all away from Judge Thatcher and drunk it up.
No, he haint, Tom says; its all there yetsix thousand dollars
and more; and your pap haint ever been back since. Hadnt when I
come away, anyhow.
Jim says, kind of solemn:
He aint a-comin back no mo, Huck.
I says:
Why, Jim?
Nemmine why, Huckbut he aint comin back no mo.
But I kept at him; so at last he says:
Doan you member de house dat was floatn down de river, en dey
wuz a man in dah, kivered up, en I went in en unkivered him and
didn let you come in? Well, den, you kin git yo money when you
wants it, kase dat wuz him.
Toms 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 aint nothing more to write about, and I am rotten glad of it,
because if Id a knowed what a trouble it was to make a book I
wouldnt a tackled it, and aint a-going to no more. But I reckon I
got to light out for the Territory ahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally
shes going to adopt me and sivilize me, and I cant stand it. I been
there before.
THE END
Yours truly, Huck Finn
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