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diff --git a/7103-h/7103-h.htm b/7103-h/7103-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f054865 --- /dev/null +++ b/7103-h/7103-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,3025 @@ +<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> +<html> +<head> +<title>HUCKLEBERRY FINN, By Mark Twain, Part 4.</title> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> + +<style type="text/css"> + <!-- + body {background:#faebd7; margin:10%; text-align:justify} + P { text-indent: 1em; + margin-top: .75em; + margin-bottom: .75em; } + H1,H2,H3,H4,H5,H6 { text-align: center; } + HR { width: 33%; text-align: center; } + blockquote {font-size: 97% } + .figleft {float: left;} + .figright {float: right;} + .toc { margin-left: 15%; margin-bottom: 0em;} + CENTER { padding: 10px;} + // --> +</style> + +</head> +<body> + +<h2>HUCKLEBERRY FINN, By Mark Twain, Part 4.</h2> +<pre> + +The Project Gutenberg EBook of Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Part 4 +by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Part 4 + Chapters XVI. to XX. + +Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +Release Date: June 27, 2004 [EBook #7103] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HUCKLEBERRY FINN, PART 4. *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + + +<br><br><br><br> + + + + +<center> +<h1>ADVENTURES +<br><br> +OF +<br><br> +HUCKLEBERRY FINN</h1> + +<h3>(Tom Sawyer's Comrade)</h3> + +<h2>By Mark Twain</h2> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<h2>Part 4.</h2> +<br> +<br> + <br> +<br> + +<center><img alt="bookcover.jpg (153K)" src="images/bookcover.jpg" +height="1007" width="942"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="frontispiece.jpg (194K)" src="images/frontispiece.jpg" +height="1028" width="697"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="titlepage.jpg (75K)" src="images/titlepage.jpg" +height="1063" width="769"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + + +<h2>CONTENTS.</h2> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + +<p><a href="#c16">CHAPTER XVI.</a><br> +Expectation.—A White Lie.—Floating +Currency.—Running by<br> +Cairo.—Swimming Ashore.</p> + +<p><a href="#c17">CHAPTER XVII.</a><br> +An Evening Call.—The Farm in Arkansaw.—Interior +Decorations.—Stephen<br> +Dowling Bots.—Poetical Effusions.</p> + +<p><a href="#c18">CHAPTER XVIII.</a><br> +Col. Grangerford.—Aristocracy.—Feuds.—The +Testament.—Recovering the<br> +Raft.—The Wood—pile.—Pork and Cabbage.</p> + +<p><a href="#c19">CHAPTER XIX.</a><br> +Tying Up Day—times.—An Astronomical +Theory.—Running a Temperance<br> +Revival.—The Duke of Bridgewater.—The Troubles of +Royalty.</p> + +<p><a href="#c20">CHAPTER XX.</a><br> +Huck Explains.—Laying Out a Campaign.—Working the +Camp—meeting.—A<br> +Pirate at the Camp—meeting.—The Duke as a +Printer.</p> + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + +<br> +<br><br> +<br> + +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS.</h2> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + +<a href="#c16-122">"Something being Raftsman"</a><br> +<a href="#c16-126">"Boy, that's a Lie"</a><br> +<a href="#c16-127">"Here I is, Huck"</a><br> +<a href="#c16-131">Climbing up the Bank</a><br> +<a href="#c17-132">"Who's There?"</a><br> +<a href="#c17-134">"Buck"</a><br> +<a href="#c17-138">"It made Her look Spidery"</a><br> +<a href="#c17-140">"They got him out and emptied Him"</a> <br> +<a href="#c17-142">The House</a><br> +<a href="#c18-143">Col. Grangerford</a><br> +<a href="#c18-145">Young Harney Shepherdson</a><br> +<a href="#c18-146">Miss Charlotte</a><br> +<a href="#c18-149">"And asked me if I Liked Her"</a><br> +<a href="#c18-153">"Behind the Wood-pile"</a><br> +<a href="#c19-157">Hiding Day-times</a><br> +<a href="#c19-160">"And Dogs a-Coming"</a><br> +<a href="#c19-163">"By rights I am a Duke!"</a><br> +<a href="#c19-165">"I am the Late Dauphin"</a><br> +<a href="#c19-166">Tail Piece</a><br> +<a href="#c20-167">On the Raft</a><br> +<a href="#c20-170">The King as Juliet</a><br> +<a href="#c20-172">"Courting on the Sly"</a><br> +<a href="#c20-174">"A Pirate for Thirty Years"</a><br> +<a href="#c20-175">Another little Job</a><br> + + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="notice.jpg (24K)" src="images/notice.jpg" height="236" +width="755"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + <br> +<br> + + + +<blockquote> +<blockquote> +<p>EXPLANATORY</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>THE AUTHOR.</p> +</blockquote> +</blockquote> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<h1>HUCKLEBERRY FINN</h1> + +<br> +<br> +<p>Scene: The Mississippi Valley Time: Forty to fifty years +ago</p> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="frontispiece2.jpg (72K)" src="images/frontispiece2.jpg" height="995" width="690"></center> + +<br> +<br> + + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c16-122"></a> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c16"></a> +<center> +<img alt="c16-122.jpg (173K)" src="images/c16-122.jpg" height="1013" width="799"> +</center> + + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER XVI.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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 couldn't 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 wouldn't, +because I had heard say there warn't but about a dozen houses +there, and if they didn't 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 Jim—and 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.</p> + +<p>There warn't nothing to do now but to look out sharp for the +town, and not pass it without seeing it. He said he'd be mighty +sure to see it, because he'd be a free man the minute he seen it, +but if he missed it he'd be in a slave country again and no more +show for freedom. Every little while he jumps up and says:</p> + +<p>"Dah she is?"</p> + +<p>But it warn't. 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 free—and who was to blame for it? + Why, ME. I couldn't get that out of my conscience, no how nor +no way. It got to troubling me so I couldn't rest; I couldn't +stay still in one place. It hadn't 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 warn't to blame, because I didn't run Jim +off from his rightful owner; but it warn't 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 couldn't 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. THAT'S what she +done."</p> + +<p>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, "Dah's +Cairo!" it went through me like a shot, and I thought if it WAS +Cairo I reckoned I would die of miserableness.</p> + +<p>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 master wouldn't sell them, they'd get an Ab'litionist to go +and steal them.</p> + +<p>It most froze me to hear such talk. He wouldn't 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 he'll +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 +children—children that belonged to a man I didn't even +know; a man that hadn't ever done me no harm.</p> + +<p>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 me—it ain't too late +yet—I'll 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:</p> + +<p>"We's safe, Huck, we's safe! Jump up and crack yo' heels! + Dat's de good ole Cairo at las', I jis knows it!"</p> + +<p>I says:</p> + +<p>"I'll take the canoe and go and see, Jim. It mightn't be, you +know."</p> + +<p>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:</p> + +<p>"Pooty soon I'll be a-shout'n' for joy, en I'll say, it's all +on accounts o' Huck; I's a free man, en I couldn't ever ben free +ef it hadn' ben for Huck; Huck done it. Jim won't ever forgit +you, Huck; you's de bes' fren' Jim's ever had; en you's de ONLY +fren' ole Jim's got now."</p> + +<p>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 warn't right down certain whether I +was glad I started or whether I warn't. When I was fifty yards +off, Jim says:</p> + +<p>"Dah you goes, de ole true Huck; de on'y white genlman dat +ever kep' his promise to ole Jim."</p> + +<p>Well, I just felt sick. But I says, I GOT to do it—I +can't get OUT of it. Right then along comes a skiff with two men +in it with guns, and they stopped and I stopped. One of them +says:</p> + +<p>"What's that yonder?"</p> + +<p>"A piece of a raft," I says.</p> + +<p>"Do you belong on it?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> + +<p>"Any men on it?"</p> + +<p>"Only one, sir."</p> + +<p>"Well, there's five niggers run off to-night up yonder, above +the head of the bend. Is your man white or black?"</p> + +<p>I didn't answer up prompt. I tried to, but the words wouldn't +come. I tried for a second or two to brace up and out with it, +but I warn't man enough—hadn't the spunk of a rabbit. I +see I was weakening; so I just give up trying, and up and +says:</p> + +<p>"He's white."</p> + +<p>"I reckon we'll go and see for ourselves."</p> + +<p>"I wish you would," says I, "because it's pap that's there, +and maybe you'd help me tow the raft ashore where the light is. + He's sick—and so is mam and Mary Ann."</p> + +<p>"Oh, the devil! we're in a hurry, boy. But I s'pose we've got +to. Come, buckle to your paddle, and let's get along."</p> + +<p>I buckled to my paddle and they laid to their oars. When we +had made a stroke or two, I says:</p> + +<p>"Pap'll 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 can't do it by myself."</p> + +<p>"Well, that's infernal mean. Odd, too. Say, boy, what's the +matter with your father?"</p> + +<p>"It's the—a—the—well, it ain't anything +much."</p> + +<p>They stopped pulling. It warn't but a mighty little ways to +the raft now. One says:</p> + +<p>"Boy, that's a lie. What IS the matter with your pap? Answer +up square now, and it'll be the better for you."</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c16-126"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c16-126.jpg (74K)" src="images/c16-126.jpg" height="454" width="595"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>"I will, sir, I will, honest—but don't leave us, please. + It's the—the—Gentlemen, if you'll only pull ahead, +and let me heave you the headline, you won't have to come a-near +the raft—please do."</p> + +<p>"Set her back, John, set her back!" says one. They backed +water. "Keep away, boy—keep to looard. Confound it, I +just expect the wind has blowed it to us. Your pap's got the +small-pox, and you know it precious well. Why didn't you come +out and say so? Do you want to spread it all over?"</p> + +<p>"Well," says I, a-blubbering, "I've told everybody before, and +they just went away and left us."</p> + +<p>"Poor devil, there's something in that. We are right down +sorry for you, but we—well, hang it, we don't want the +small-pox, you see. Look here, I'll tell you what to do. Don't +you try to land by yourself, or you'll smash everything to +pieces. You float along down about twenty miles, and you'll 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. Don't be a fool again, +and let people guess what is the matter. Now we're trying to do +you a kindness; so you just put twenty miles between us, that's a +good boy. It wouldn't do any good to land yonder where the light +is—it's only a wood-yard. Say, I reckon your father's poor, +and I'm bound to say he's in pretty hard luck. Here, I'll 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 +won't do to fool with small-pox, don't you see?"</p> + +<p>"Hold on, Parker," says the other man, "here's a twenty to put +on the board for me. Good-bye, boy; you do as Mr. Parker told +you, and you'll be all right."</p> + +<p>"That's so, my boy—good-bye, good-bye. If you see any +runaway niggers you get help and nab them, and you can make some +money by it."</p> + +<p>"Good-bye, sir," says I; "I won't let no runaway niggers get +by me if I can help it."</p> + +<p>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 warn't +no use for me to try to learn to do right; a body that don't get +STARTED right when he's little ain't got no show—when the +pinch comes there ain't 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; s'pose you'd a done right and give Jim up, +would you felt better than what you do now? No, says I, I'd feel +bad—I'd feel just the same way I do now. Well, then, says +I, what's the use you learning to do right when it's troublesome +to do right and ain't no trouble to do wrong, and the wages is +just the same? I was stuck. I couldn't answer that. So I +reckoned I wouldn't bother no more about it, but after this +always do whichever come handiest at the time.</p> + +<p>I went into the wigwam; Jim warn't there. I looked all +around; he warn't anywhere. I says:</p> + +<p>"Jim!"</p> + +<p>"Here I is, Huck. Is dey out o' sight yit? Don't talk +loud."</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c16-127"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c16-127.jpg (83K)" src="images/c16-127.jpg" height="521" width="638"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<p>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:</p> + +<p>"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, I'spec it save' ole Jim—ole Jim ain't going to +forgit you for dat, honey."</p> + +<p>Then we talked about the money. It was a pretty good +raise—twenty 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 +warn't far for the raft to go, but he wished we was already +there.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>That night about ten we hove in sight of the lights of a town +away down in a left-hand bend.</p> + +<p>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:</p> + +<p>"Mister, is that town Cairo?"</p> + +<p>"Cairo? no. You must be a blame' fool."</p> + +<p>"What town is it, mister?"</p> + +<p>"If you want to know, go and find out. If you stay here +botherin' around me for about a half a minute longer you'll get +something you won't want."</p> + +<p>I paddled to the raft. Jim was awful disappointed, but I said +never mind, Cairo would be the next place, I reckoned.</p> + +<p>We passed another town before daylight, and I was going out +again; but it was high ground, so I didn't 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:</p> + +<p>"Maybe we went by Cairo in the fog that night."</p> + +<p>He says:</p> + +<p>"Doan' le's talk about it, Huck. Po' niggers can't have no +luck. I awluz 'spected dat rattlesnake-skin warn't done wid its +work."</p> + +<p>"I wish I'd never seen that snake-skin, Jim—I do wish +I'd never laid eyes on it."</p> + +<p>"It ain't yo' fault, Huck; you didn' know. Don't you blame +yo'self 'bout it."</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>We talked it all over. It wouldn't do to take to the shore; +we couldn't take the raft up the stream, of course. There warn't +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!</p> + +<p>We didn't say a word for a good while. There warn't 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 luck—and keep on fetching it, too, till we +knowed enough to keep still.</p> + +<p>By and by we talked about what we better do, and found there +warn't 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 warn't going to borrow +it when there warn't anybody around, the way pap would do, for +that might set people after us.</p> + +<p>So we shoved out after dark on the raft.</p> + +<p>Anybody that don't believe yet that it's 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.</p> + +<p>The place to buy canoes is off of rafts laying up at shore. + But we didn't 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 can't tell the shape +of the river, and you can't 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 didn't 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.</p> + +<p>We could hear her pounding along, but we didn't 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 he's mighty smart. Well, +here she comes, and we said she was going to try and shave us; +but she didn't 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 +steam—and as Jim went overboard on one side and I on the +other, she come smashing straight through the raft.</p> + +<p>I dived—and 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.</p> + +<p>I sung out for Jim about a dozen times, but I didn't 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.</p> + +<p>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 couldn't 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.</p> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c16-131"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c16-131.jpg (55K)" src="images/c16-131.jpg" height="546" width="432"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<hr> + + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c17-132"></a> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c17"></a> +<center> +<img alt="c17-132.jpg (139K)" src="images/c17-132.jpg" height="999" width="784"> +</center> + + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER XVII.</p> + +<p>IN about a minute somebody spoke out of a window without +putting his head out, and says:</p> + +<p>"Be done, boys! Who's there?"</p> + +<p>I says:</p> + +<p>"It's me."</p> + +<p>"Who's me?"</p> + +<p>"George Jackson, sir."</p> + +<p>"What do you want?"</p> + +<p>"I don't want nothing, sir. I only want to go along by, but +the dogs won't let me."</p> + +<p>"What are you prowling around here this time of night +for—hey?"</p> + +<p>"I warn't prowling around, sir, I fell overboard off of the +steamboat."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you did, did you? Strike a light there, somebody. What +did you say your name was?"</p> + +<p>"George Jackson, sir. I'm only a boy."</p> + +<p>"Look here, if you're telling the truth you needn't be +afraid—nobody'll hurt you. But don't 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?"</p> + +<p>"No, sir, nobody."</p> + +<p>I heard the people stirring around in the house now, and see a +light. The man sung out:</p> + +<p>"Snatch that light away, Betsy, you old fool—ain't you +got any sense? Put it on the floor behind the front door. Bob, +if you and Tom are ready, take your places."</p> + +<p>"All ready."</p> + +<p>"Now, George Jackson, do you know the Shepherdsons?"</p> + +<p>"No, sir; I never heard of them."</p> + +<p>"Well, that may be so, and it mayn't. Now, all ready. Step +forward, George Jackson. And mind, don't you hurry—come +mighty slow. If there's anybody with you, let him keep +back—if he shows himself he'll be shot. Come along now. + Come slow; push the door open yourself—just enough to +squeeze in, d' you hear?"</p> + +<p>I didn't hurry; I couldn't if I'd a wanted to. I took one +slow step at a time and there warn't 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, that's enough—put your head +in." I done it, but I judged they would take it off.</p> + +<p>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 +more—all of them fine and handsome—and the sweetest +old gray-headed lady, and back of her two young women which I +couldn't see right well. The old gentleman says:</p> + +<p>"There; I reckon it's all right. Come in."</p> + +<p>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 windows—there warn't none on the +side. They held the candle, and took a good look at me, and all +said, "Why, HE ain't a Shepherdson—no, there ain't any +Shepherdson about him." Then the old man said he hoped I +wouldn't mind being searched for arms, because he didn't mean no +harm by it—it was only to make sure. So he didn't 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 home, and tell +all about myself; but the old lady says:</p> + +<p>"Why, bless you, Saul, the poor thing's as wet as he can be; +and don't you reckon it may be he's hungry?"</p> + +<p>"True for you, Rachel—I forgot."</p> + +<p>So the old lady says:</p> + +<p>"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 him—oh, 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 that's dry."</p> + +<p>Buck looked about as old as me—thirteen or fourteen or +along there, though he was a little bigger than me. He hadn't 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:</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c17-134"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c17-134.jpg (51K)" src="images/c17-134.jpg" height="581" width="362"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>"Ain't they no Shepherdsons around?"</p> + +<p>They said, no, 'twas a false alarm.</p> + +<p>"Well," he says, "if they'd a ben some, I reckon I'd a got +one."</p> + +<p>They all laughed, and Bob says:</p> + +<p>"Why, Buck, they might have scalped us all, you've been so +slow in coming."</p> + +<p>"Well, nobody come after me, and it ain't right I'm always +kept down; I don't get no show."</p> + +<p>"Never mind, Buck, my boy," says the old man, "you'll have +show enough, all in good time, don't you fret about that. Go +'long with you now, and do as your mother told you."</p> + +<p>When we got up-stairs 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 didn't know; I +hadn't heard about it before, no way.</p> + +<p>"Well, guess," he says.</p> + +<p>"How'm I going to guess," says I, "when I never heard tell of +it before?"</p> + +<p>"But you can guess, can't you? It's just as easy."</p> + +<p>"WHICH candle?" I says.</p> + +<p>"Why, any candle," he says.</p> + +<p>"I don't know where he was," says I; "where was he?"</p> + +<p>"Why, he was in the DARK! That's where he was!"</p> + +<p>"Well, if you knowed where he was, what did you ask me +for?"</p> + +<p>"Why, blame it, it's a riddle, don't you see? Say, how long +are you going to stay here? You got to stay always. We can just +have booming times—they don't have no school now. Do you +own a dog? I've got a dog—and he'll 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 don't, but +ma she makes me. Confound these ole britches! I reckon I'd +better put 'em on, but I'd ruther not, it's so warm. Are you all +ready? All right. Come along, old hoss."</p> + +<p>Cold corn-pone, cold corn-beef, butter and +buttermilk—that is what they had for me down there, and +there ain't nothing better that ever I've 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 warn't heard of no more, +and Tom and Mort died, and then there warn't 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 didn't 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:</p> + +<p>"Can you spell, Buck?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," he says.</p> + +<p>"I bet you can't spell my name," says I.</p> + +<p>"I bet you what you dare I can," says he.</p> + +<p>"All right," says I, "go ahead."</p> + +<p>"G-e-o-r-g-e J-a-x-o-n—there now," he says.</p> + +<p>"Well," says I, "you done it, but I didn't think you could. + It ain't no slouch of a name to spell—right off without +studying."</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>It was a mighty nice family, and a mighty nice house, too. I +hadn't seen no house out in the country before that was so nice +and had so much style. It didn't 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 warn't 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 dog-irons that could hold +up a saw-log. There was a clock on the middle of the mantelpiece, +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 wouldn't took any money for her.</p> + +<p>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 didn't open their mouths nor look different nor +interested. They squeaked through underneath. There was a +couple of big wild-turkey-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 had apples and oranges and peaches +and grapes piled up in it, which was much redder and yellower and +prettier than real ones is, but they warn't real because you +could see where pieces had got chipped off and showed the white +chalk, or whatever it was, underneath.</p> + +<p>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 +Pilgrim's Progress, about a man that left his family, it didn't +say why. I read considerable in it now and then. The statements +was interesting, but tough. Another was Friendship's Offering, +full of beautiful stuff and poetry; but I didn't read the poetry. + Another was Henry Clay's Speeches, and another was Dr. Gunn's +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, too—not bagged down in the middle and busted, like +an old basket.</p> + +<p>They had pictures hung on the walls—mainly 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 before—blacker, 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 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 didn't 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 +moon—and 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.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c17-138"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c17-138.jpg (60K)" src="images/c17-138.jpg" height="579" width="410"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> + + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c17-139"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c17-139.jpg (72K)" src="images/c17-139.jpg" height="701" width="758"> +</center> + + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c17-140"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c17-140.jpg (104K)" src="images/c17-140.jpg" height="990" width="594"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<p>If Emmeline Grangerford could make poetry like that before she +was fourteen, there ain't no telling what she could a done by and +by. Buck said she could rattle off poetry like nothing. She +didn't ever have to stop to think. He said she would slap down a +line, and if she couldn't find anything to rhyme with it would +just scratch it out and slap down another one, and go ahead. She +warn't 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, 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 +undertaker—the undertaker never got in ahead of Emmeline +but once, and then she hung fire on a rhyme for the dead person's +name, which was Whistler. She warn't ever the same after that; +she never complained, but she kinder pined away and did not live +long. Poor thing, many's 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 warn't going to let anything come between +us. Poor Emmeline made poetry about all the dead people when she +was alive, and it didn't seem right that there warn't nobody to +make some about her now she was gone; so I tried to sweat out a +verse or two myself, but I couldn't seem to make it go somehow. + They kept Emmeline's 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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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 +couldn't be better. And warn't the cooking good, and just +bushels of it too!</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c17-142"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c17-142.jpg (48K)" src="images/c17-142.jpg" height="439" width="609"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<hr> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c18-143"></a> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c18"></a> +<center> +<img alt="c18-143.jpg (161K)" src="images/c18-143.jpg" height="973" width="795"> +</center> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER XVIII.</p> + +<p>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 that's 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 warn't 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 warn't no frivolishness +about him, not a bit, and he warn't ever loud. He was as kind as +he could be—you 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 didn't ever have to tell anybody to mind their +manners—everybody was always good-mannered where he was. + Everybody loved to have him around, too; he was sunshine most +always—I 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 wouldn't nothing go wrong again for a +week.</p> + +<p>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 +didn't 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 Tom's and Bob's 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.</p> + +<p>Bob was the oldest and Tom next—tall, 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.</p> + +<p>Then there was Miss Charlotte; she was twenty-five, and tall +and proud and grand, but as good as she could be when she warn't +stirred up; but when she was she had a look that would make you +wilt in your tracks, like her father. She was beautiful.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>Each person had their own nigger to wait on them—Buck +too. My nigger had a monstrous easy time, because I warn't used +to having anybody do anything for me, but Buck's was on the jump +most of the time.</p> + +<p>This was all there was of the family now, but there used to be +more—three sons; they got killed; and Emmeline that +died.</p> + +<p>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 mostly kinfolks of the family. The men brought +their guns with them. It was a handsome lot of quality, I tell +you.</p> + +<p>There was another clan of aristocracy around there—five +or six families—mostly of the name of Shepherdson. They +was as high-toned and well born and rich and grand as the tribe +of Grangerfords. The Shepherdsons and Grangerfords used the same +steamboat 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.</p> + +<p>One day Buck and me was away out in the woods hunting, and +heard a horse coming. We was crossing the road. Buck says:</p> + +<p>"Quick! Jump for the woods!"</p> + + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c18-145"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c18-145.jpg (70K)" src="images/c18-145.jpg" height="611" width="443"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>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 Buck's gun go off at my ear, and +Harney's hat tumbled off from his head. He grabbed his gun and +rode straight to the place where we was hid. But we didn't wait. + We started through the woods on a run. The woods warn't 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 come—to get his hat, I reckon, but I couldn't see. + We never stopped running till we got home. The old gentleman's +eyes blazed a minute—'twas pleasure, mainly, I +judged—then his face sort of smoothed down, and he says, +kind of gentle:</p> + +<p>"I don't like that shooting from behind a bush. Why didn't +you step into the road, my boy?"</p> + +<p>"The Shepherdsons don't, father. They always take +advantage."</p> + +<p>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 warn't hurt.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c18-146"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c18-146.jpg (44K)" src="images/c18-146.jpg" height="547" width="363"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>Soon as I could get Buck down by the corn-cribs under the +trees by ourselves, I says:</p> + +<p>"Did you want to kill him, Buck?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I bet I did."</p> + +<p>"What did he do to you?"</p> + +<p>"Him? He never done nothing to me."</p> + +<p>"Well, then, what did you want to kill him for?"</p> + +<p>"Why, nothing—only it's on account of the feud."</p> + +<p>"What's a feud?"</p> + +<p>"Why, where was you raised? Don't you know what a feud +is?"</p> + +<p>"Never heard of it before—tell me about it."</p> + +<p>"Well," says Buck, "a feud is this way: A man has a quarrel +with another man, and kills him; then that other man's brother +kills HIM; then the other brothers, on both sides, goes for one +another; then the COUSINS chip in—and by and by everybody's +killed off, and there ain't no more feud. But it's kind of slow, +and takes a long time."</p> + +<p>"Has this one been going on long, Buck?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I should RECKON! It started thirty year ago, or +som'ers 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 suit—which he +would naturally do, of course. Anybody would."</p> + +<p>"What was the trouble about, Buck?—land?"</p> + +<p>"I reckon maybe—I don't know."</p> + +<p>"Well, who done the shooting? Was it a Grangerford or a +Shepherdson?"</p> + +<p>"Laws, how do I know? It was so long ago."</p> + +<p>"Don't anybody know?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, pa knows, I reckon, and some of the other old +people; but they don't know now what the row was about in the +first place."</p> + +<p>"Has there been many killed, Buck?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; right smart chance of funerals. But they don't always +kill. Pa's got a few buckshot in him; but he don't mind it 'cuz +he don't weigh much, anyway. Bob's been carved up some with a +bowie, and Tom's been hurt once or twice."</p> + +<p>"Has anybody been killed this year, Buck?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; we got one and they got one. 'Bout three months ago my +cousin Bud, fourteen year old, was riding through the woods on +t'other side of the river, and didn't have no weapon with him, +which was blame' foolishness, and in a lonesome place he hears a +horse a-coming 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 warn't 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 didn't git much +chance to enjoy his luck, for inside of a week our folks laid HIM +out."</p> + +<p>"I reckon that old man was a coward, Buck."</p> + +<p>"I reckon he WARN'T a coward. Not by a blame' sight. There +ain't a coward amongst them Shepherdsons—not a one. And +there ain't 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 home—and one of 'em was +dead, and another died the next day. No, sir; if a body's out +hunting for cowards he don't want to fool away any time amongst +them Shepherdsons, becuz they don't breed any of that KIND."</p> + +<p>Next Sunday we all went to church, about three mile, everybody +a-horseback. 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 +preaching—all 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 don't know what all, that it did seem +to me to be one of the roughest Sundays I had run across yet.</p> + +<p>About an hour after dinner everybody was dozing around, some +in 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 she'd 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 warn't anybody at the +church, except maybe a hog or two, for there warn't any lock on +the door, and hogs likes a puncheon floor in summer-time because +it's cool. If you notice, most folks don't go to church only +when they've got to; but a hog is different.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c18-149"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c18-149.jpg (54K)" src="images/c18-149.jpg" height="556" width="431"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>Says I to myself, something's up; it ain't 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 couldn't find anything +else. I couldn't 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 warn't anything but a +book-mark to keep her place, and I might go and play now.</p> + +<p>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:</p> + +<p>"Mars Jawge, if you'll come down into de swamp I'll show you a +whole stack o' water-moccasins."</p> + +<p>Thinks I, that's mighty curious; he said that yesterday. He +oughter know a body don't love water-moccasins enough to go +around hunting for them. What is he up to, anyway? So I +says:</p> + +<p>"All right; trot ahead."</p> + +<p>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:</p> + +<p>"You shove right in dah jist a few steps, Mars Jawge; dah's +whah dey is. I's seed 'm befo'; I don't k'yer to see 'em no +mo'."</p> + +<p>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 asleep—and, by jings, it was +my old Jim!</p> + +<p>I waked him up, and I reckoned it was going to be a grand +surprise to him to see me again, but it warn't. He nearly cried +he was so glad, but he warn't surprised. Said he swum along +behind me that night, and heard me yell every time, but dasn't +answer, because he didn't want nobody to pick HIM up and take him +into slavery again. Says he:</p> + +<p>"I got hurt a little, en couldn't swim fas', so I wuz a +considable ways behine you towards de las'; when you landed I +reck'ned 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 you—I wuz 'fraid o' de +dogs; but when it 'uz all quiet agin I knowed you's 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 can't track me on +accounts o' de water, en dey brings me truck to eat every night, +en tells me how you's a-gitt'n along."</p> + +<p>"Why didn't you tell my Jack to fetch me here sooner, +Jim?"</p> + +<p>"Well, 'twarn't no use to 'sturb you, Huck, tell we could do +sumfn—but we's 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—"</p> + +<p>"WHAT raft, Jim?"</p> + +<p>"Our ole raf'."</p> + +<p>"You mean to say our old raft warn't smashed all to +flinders?"</p> + +<p>"No, she warn't. She was tore up a good deal—one en' of +her was; but dey warn't no great harm done, on'y 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 warn't so sk'yerd, en +ben sich punkin-heads, as de sayin' is, we'd a seed de raf'. But +it's jis' as well we didn't, 'kase now she's all fixed up agin +mos' as good as new, en we's got a new lot o' stuff, in de place +o' what 'uz los'."</p> + +<p>"Why, how did you get hold of the raft again, Jim—did +you catch her?"</p> + +<p>"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 b'long to de mos' dat I come to +heah 'bout it pooty soon, so I ups en settles de trouble by +tellin' 'um she don't b'long to none uv um, but to you en me; en +I ast 'm if dey gwyne to grab a young white genlman's propaty, en +git a hid'n 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. Dey's 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 Jack's a good nigger, en pooty smart."</p> + +<p>"Yes, he is. He ain't ever told me you was here; told me to +come, and he'd show me a lot of water-moccasins. If anything +happens HE ain't mixed up in it. He can say he never seen us +together, and it 'll be the truth."</p> + +<p>I don't want to talk much about the next day. I reckon I'll +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 +was—didn't seem to be anybody stirring. That warn't 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. Thinks I, what does +it mean? Down by the wood-pile I comes across my Jack, and +says:</p> + +<p>"What's it all about?"</p> + +<p>Says he:</p> + +<p>"Don't you know, Mars Jawge?"</p> + +<p>"No," says I, "I don't."</p> + +<p>"Well, den, Miss Sophia's run off! 'deed she has. She run off +in de night some time—nobody don't know jis' when; run off +to get married to dat young Harney Shepherdson, you +know—leastways, so dey 'spec. De fambly foun' it out 'bout +half an hour ago—maybe a little mo'—en' I TELL you +dey warn't 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 reck'n dey's gwyne +to be mighty rough times."</p> + +<p>"Buck went off 'thout waking me up."</p> + +<p>"Well, I reck'n he DID! Dey warn't gwyne to mix you up in it. + Mars Buck he loaded up his gun en 'lowed he's gwyne to fetch +home a Shepherdson or bust. Well, dey'll be plenty un 'm dah, I +reck'n, en you bet you he'll fetch one ef he gits a chanst."</p> + +<p>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 didn't.</p> + +<p>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 couldn't +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.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c18-153"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c18-153.jpg (73K)" src="images/c18-153.jpg" height="446" width="643"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>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 didn't 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.</p> + +<p>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 didn't +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 other—wouldn't be gone long. I wished I +was out of that tree, but I dasn't 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 +relations—the Shepherdsons was too strong for them. I +asked him what was become of young Harney and Miss Sophia. He +said they'd got across the river and was safe. I was glad of +that; but the way Buck did take on because he didn't manage to +kill Harney that day he shot at him—I hain't ever heard +anything like it.</p> + +<p>All of a sudden, bang! bang! bang! goes three or four +guns—the men had slipped around through the woods and come +in from behind without their horses! The boys jumped for the +river—both of them hurt—and 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 ain't a-going to tell ALL that happened—it +would make me sick again if I was to do that. I wished I hadn't +ever come ashore that night to see such things. I ain't ever +going to get shut of them—lots of times I dream about +them.</p> + +<p>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 wouldn't 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 wouldn't ever happened.</p> + +<p>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 Buck's face, for he was mighty good +to me.</p> + +<p>It was just dark now. I never went near the house, but struck +through the woods and made for the swamp. Jim warn't 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 couldn't get my breath for most a minute. Then I raised a +yell. A voice not twenty-five foot from me says:</p> + +<p>"Good lan'! is dat you, honey? Doan' make no noise."</p> + +<p>It was Jim's voice—nothing 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:</p> + +<p>"Laws bless you, chile, I 'uz right down sho' you's dead agin. + Jack's been heah; he say he reck'n you's ben shot, kase you +didn' come home no mo'; so I's jes' dis minute a startin' de raf' +down towards de mouf er de crick, so's to be all ready for to +shove out en leave soon as Jack comes agin en tells me for +certain you IS dead. Lawsy, I's mighty glad to git you back +again, honey."</p> + +<p>I says:</p> + +<p>"All right—that's mighty good; they won't find me, and +they'll think I've been killed, and floated down the +river—there's something up there that 'll help them think +so—so don't you lose no time, Jim, but just shove off for +the big water as fast as ever you can."</p> + +<p>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 +hadn't had a bite to eat since yesterday, so Jim he got out some +corn-dodgers and buttermilk, and pork and cabbage and +greens—there ain't nothing in the world so good when it's +cooked right—and 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 warn't no +home like a raft, after all. Other places do seem so cramped up +and smothery, but a raft don't. You feel mighty free and easy +and comfortable on a raft.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<hr> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c19-157"></a> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c19"></a> +<center> +<img alt="c19-157.jpg (169K)" src="images/c19-157.jpg" height="976" width="789"> +</center> + + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER XIX.</p> + +<p>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 up—nearly 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 daylight come. Not a +sound anywheres—perfectly still—just 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 line—that was the woods on t'other side; you +couldn't make nothing else out; then a pale place in the sky; +then more paleness spreading around; then the river softened up +away off, and warn't black any more, but gray; you could see +little dark spots drifting along ever so far away—trading +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 there's 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 t'other 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 +they've left dead fish laying around, gars and such, and they do +get pretty rank; and next you've got the full day, and everything +smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just going it!</p> + +<p>A little smoke couldn't 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 +couldn't tell nothing about her only whether she was a +stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour there wouldn't +be nothing to hear nor nothing to see—just solid +lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, +and maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always +doing it on a raft; you'd see the axe flash and come +down— you don't hear nothing; you see that axe go up again, and by the +time it's above the man's head then you hear the +K'CHUNK!—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 wouldn't run +over them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them +talking and cussing and laughing—heard them plain; but we +couldn't 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:</p> + +<p>"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'"</p> + +<p>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 things—we +was always naked, day and night, whenever the mosquitoes would +let us—the new clothes Buck's folks made for me was too +good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go much on clothes, +nohow.</p> + +<p>Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the +longest time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the +water; and maybe a spark—which was a candle in a cabin +window; and sometimes on the water you could see a spark or +two—on a raft or a scow, you know; and maybe you could hear +a fiddle or a song coming over from one of them crafts. It's +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 didn't say nothing against it, because I've 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 +they'd got spoiled and was hove out of the nest.</p> + +<p>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 wouldn't hear nothing for you couldn't tell how +long, except maybe frogs or something.</p> + +<p>After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for +two or three hours the shores was black—no more sparks in +the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock—the first +one that showed again meant morning was coming, so we hunted a +place to hide and tie up right away.</p> + +<p>One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a +chute to the main shore—it was only two hundred +yards—and paddled about a mile up a crick amongst the +cypress woods, to see if I couldn't 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 ME—or maybe 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 hadn't been doing nothing, and was being chased for +it—said there was men and dogs a-coming. They wanted to +jump right in, but I says:</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c19-160"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c19-160.jpg (84K)" src="images/c19-160.jpg" height="589" width="474"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>"Don't you do it. I don't hear the dogs and horses yet; +you've 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 in—that'll throw the dogs off the scent."</p> + +<p>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 couldn't see them; they seemed to stop and fool around +a while; then, as we got further and further away all the time, +we couldn't 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.</p> + +<p>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 +galluses—no, 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.</p> + +<p>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 didn't know one +another.</p> + +<p>"What got you into trouble?" says the baldhead to t'other +chap.</p> + +<p>"Well, I'd 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. +That's the whole yarn—what's yourn?</p> + +<p>"Well, I'd 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 night—ten cents a +head, children and niggers free—and 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 they'd be along pretty soon and give me 'bout half an hour's +start, and then run me down if they could; and if they got me +they'd tar and feather me and ride me on a rail, sure. I didn't +wait for no breakfast—I warn't hungry."</p> + +<p>"Old man," said the young one, "I reckon we might double-team +it together; what do you think?"</p> + +<p>"I ain't undisposed. What's your line—mainly?"</p> + +<p>"Jour printer by trade; do a little in patent medicines; +theater-actor—tragedy, you know; take a turn to mesmerism +and phrenology when there's a chance; teach singing-geography +school for a change; sling a lecture sometimes—oh, I do +lots of things—most anything that comes handy, so it ain't +work. What's your lay?"</p> + +<p>"I've done considerble in the doctoring way in my time. + Layin' on o' hands is my best holt—for cancer and +paralysis, and sich things; and I k'n tell a fortune pretty good +when I've got somebody along to find out the facts for me. + Preachin's my line, too, and workin' camp-meetin's, and +missionaryin' around."</p> + +<p>Nobody never said anything for a while; then the young man +hove a sigh and says:</p> + +<p>"Alas!"</p> + +<p>"What 're you alassin' about?" says the bald-head.</p> + +<p>"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.</p> + +<p>"Dern your skin, ain't the company good enough for you?" says +the baldhead, pretty pert and uppish.</p> + +<p>"Yes, it IS good enough for me; it's as good as I deserve; for +who fetched me so low when I was so high? I did myself. I don't +blame YOU, gentlemen—far from it; I don't blame anybody. I +deserve it all. Let the cold world do its worst; one thing I +know—there's a grave somewhere for me. The world may go on +just as it's always done, and take everything from me—loved +ones, property, everything; but it can't take that. Some day I'll +lie down in it and forget it all, and my poor broken heart will +be at rest." He went on a-wiping.</p> + +<p>"Drot your pore broken heart," says the baldhead; "what are +you heaving your pore broken heart at US f'r? WE hain't done +nothing."</p> + +<p>"No, I know you haven't. I ain't blaming you, gentlemen. I +brought myself down—yes, I did it myself. It's right I +should suffer—perfectly right—I don't make any +moan."</p> + +<p>"Brought you down from whar? Whar was you brought down +from?"</p> + +<p>"Ah, you would not believe me; the world never +believes—let it pass—'tis no matter. The secret of +my birth—"</p> + +<p>"The secret of your birth! Do you mean to say—"</p> + +<p>"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!"</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c19-163"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c19-163.jpg (52K)" src="images/c19-163.jpg" height="564" width="447"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<p>Jim's eyes bugged out when he heard that; and I reckon mine +did, too. Then the baldhead says: "No! you can't mean it?"</p> + +<p>"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 +estates—the infant real duke was ignored. I am the lineal +descendant of that infant—I 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!"</p> + +<p>Jim pitied him ever so much, and so did I. We tried to comfort +him, but he said it warn't much use, he couldn't be much +comforted; said if we was a mind to acknowledge him, that would +do him more 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 +Lordship"—and he wouldn't 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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>But the old man got pretty silent by and by—didn't have +much to say, and didn't 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:</p> + +<p>"Looky here, Bilgewater," he says, "I'm nation sorry for you, +but you ain't the only person that's had troubles like that."</p> + +<p>"No?"</p> + +<p>"No you ain't. You ain't the only person that's ben snaked +down wrongfully out'n a high place."</p> + +<p>"Alas!"</p> + +<p>"No, you ain't the only person that's had a secret of his +birth." And, by jings, HE begins to cry.</p> + +<p>"Hold! What do you mean?"</p> + +<p>"Bilgewater, kin I trust you?" says the old man, still sort of +sobbing.</p> + +<p>"To the bitter death!" He took the old man by the hand and +squeezed it, and says, "That secret of your being: speak!"</p> + +<p>"Bilgewater, I am the late Dauphin!"</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c19-165"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c19-165.jpg (55K)" src="images/c19-165.jpg" height="562" width="464"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<p>You bet you, Jim and me stared this time. Then the duke +says:</p> + +<p>"You are what?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, my friend, it is too true—your eyes is lookin' at +this very moment on the pore disappeared Dauphin, Looy the +Seventeen, son of Looy the Sixteen and Marry Antonette."</p> + +<p>"You! At your age! No! You mean you're the late +Charlemagne; you must be six or seven hundred years old, at the +very least."</p> + +<p>"Trouble has done it, Bilgewater, trouble has done it; trouble +has 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."</p> + +<p>Well, he cried and took on so that me and Jim didn't know +hardly what to do, we was so sorry—and so glad and proud +we'd 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 warn't 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 didn't set down +in his presence till he asked them. So Jim and me set to +majestying him, and doing this and that and t'other 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 didn't look a bit satisfied with +the way things was going; still, the king acted real friendly +towards him, and said the duke's 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:</p> + +<p>"Like as not we got to be together a blamed long time on this +h-yer raft, Bilgewater, and so what's the use o' your bein' sour? + It 'll only make things oncomfortable. It ain't my fault I +warn't born a duke, it ain't your fault you warn't born a +king—so what's the use to worry? Make the best o' things +the way you find 'em, says I—that's my motto. This ain't +no bad thing that we've struck here—plenty grub and an easy +life—come, give us your hand, duke, and le's all be +friends."</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>It didn't take me long to make up my mind that these liars +warn't no kings nor dukes at all, but just low-down humbugs and +frauds. But I never said nothing, never let on; kept it to +myself; it's the best way; then you don't have no quarrels, and +don't get into no trouble. If they wanted us to call them kings +and dukes, I hadn't no objections, 'long as it would keep peace +in the family; and it warn't no use to tell Jim, so I didn't 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.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c19-166"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c19-166.jpg (33K)" src="images/c19-166.jpg" height="271" width="648"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<hr> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c20-167"></a> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c20"></a> +<center> +<img alt="c20-167.jpg (184K)" src="images/c20-167.jpg" height="981" width="799"> +</center> + + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER XX.</p> + +<p>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 running—was Jim a runaway nigger? Says I:</p> + +<p>"Goodness sakes! would a runaway nigger run SOUTH?"</p> + +<p>No, they allowed he wouldn't. I had to account for things +some way, so I says:</p> + +<p>"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 he'd break up and go down and live with Uncle Ben, +who's got a little one-horse place on the river, forty-four mile +below Orleans. Pa was pretty poor, and had some debts; so when +he'd squared up there warn't nothing left but sixteen dollars and +our nigger, Jim. That warn't 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 we'd go down to Orleans on it. Pa's luck didn't +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 don't run daytimes no +more now; nights they don't bother us."</p> + +<p>The duke says:</p> + +<p>"Leave me alone to cipher out a way so we can run in the +daytime if we want to. I'll think the thing over—I'll +invent a plan that'll fix it. We'll let it alone for to-day, +because of course we don't want to go by that town yonder in +daylight—it mightn't be healthy."</p> + +<p>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 shiver—it 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 Jim's, which was a corn-shuck tick; +there's 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 wouldn't. He says:</p> + +<p>"I should a reckoned the difference in rank would a sejested +to you that a corn-shuck bed warn't just fitten for me to sleep +on. Your Grace 'll take the shuck bed yourself."</p> + +<p>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:</p> + +<p>"'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 +world—let me suffer; can bear it."</p> + +<p>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 by—that was the town, +you know—and 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 o'clock 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 wouldn't a turned in anyway if +I'd had a bed, because a body don't see such a storm as that +every day in the week, not by a long sight. My souls, how the +wind did scream along! And every second or two there'd come a +glare that lit up the white-caps for a half a mile around, and +you'd see the islands looking dusty through the rain, and the +trees thrashing around in the wind; then comes a +H-WHACK!—bum! bum! +bumble-umble-um-bum-bum-bum-bum—and the thunder would go +rumbling and grumbling away, and quit—and then RIP comes +another flash and another sockdolager. The waves most washed me +off the raft sometimes, but I hadn't any clothes on, and didn't +mind. We didn't have no trouble about snags; the lightning was +glaring and flittering around so constant that we could see them +plenty soon enough to throw her head this way or that and miss +them.</p> + +<p>I had the middle watch, you know, but I was pretty sleepy by +that time, so Jim he said he would stand the first half of it for +me; he was always mighty good that way, Jim was. I crawled into +the wigwam, but the king and the duke had their legs sprawled +around so there warn't no show for me; so I laid outside—I +didn't mind the rain, because it was warm, and the waves warn't +running so high now. About two they come up again, though, and +Jim was going to call me; but he changed his mind, because he +reckoned they warn't high enough yet to do any harm; but he was +mistaken about that, for pretty soon all of a sudden along comes +a regular ripper and washed me overboard. It most killed Jim +a-laughing. He was the easiest nigger to laugh that ever was, +anyway.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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 at +twenty-five cents apiece." The duke said that was HIM. In +another 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:</p> + +<p>"But the histrionic muse is the darling. Have you ever trod +the boards, Royalty?"</p> + +<p>"No," says the king.</p> + +<p>"You shall, then, before you're three days older, Fallen +Grandeur," says the duke. "The first good town we come to we'll +hire a hall and do the sword fight in Richard III. and the +balcony scene in Romeo and Juliet. How does that strike you?"</p> + +<p>"I'm in, up to the hub, for anything that will pay, +Bilgewater; but, you see, I don't know nothing about play-actin', +and hain't 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?"</p> + +<p>"Easy!"</p> + +<p>"All right. I'm jist a-freezn' for something fresh, anyway. + Le's commence right away."</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>"But if Juliet's such a young gal, duke, my peeled head and my +white whiskers is goin' to look oncommon odd on her, maybe."</p> + +<p>"No, don't you worry; these country jakes won't ever think of +that. Besides, you know, you'll be in costume, and that makes all +the difference in the world; Juliet's in a balcony, enjoying the +moonlight before she goes to bed, and she's got on her night-gown +and her ruffled nightcap. Here are the costumes for the +parts."</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c20-170"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c20-170.jpg (62K)" src="images/c20-170.jpg" height="568" width="416"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<p>He got out two or three curtain-calico suits, which he said +was meedyevil armor for Richard III. and t'other 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 the book to the king and told him to get his part by +heart.</p> + +<p>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 couldn't strike +something. We was out of coffee, so Jim said I better go along +with them in the canoe and get some.</p> + +<p>When we got there there warn't 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 +warn't 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 he'd go and work that camp-meeting for all it was +worth, and I might go, too.</p> + +<p>The duke said what he was after was a printing-office. We +found it; a little bit of a concern, up over a carpenter +shop—carpenters 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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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 didn't 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 young men was barefooted, and some of the +children didn't 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.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c20-172"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c20-172.jpg (72K)" src="images/c20-172.jpg" height="580" width="424"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<p>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 +sing—and 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, "It's 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:</p> + +<p>"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-MEN!) +come, all that's 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 open—oh, enter in and be at rest!" (A-A-MEN! GLORY, +GLORY HALLELUJAH!)</p> + +<p>And so on. You couldn't 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.</p> + +<p>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 pirate—been a pirate +for thirty years out in the Indian Ocean—and 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 he'd 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, "Don't you thank me, don't 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!"</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c20-174"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c20-174.jpg (45K)" src="images/c20-174.jpg" height="534" width="376"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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 +times—and he was invited to stay a week; and everybody +wanted him to live in their houses, and said they'd think it was +an honor; but he said as this was the last day of the +camp-meeting he couldn't 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.</p> + +<p>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 under a wagon when he was starting home through the +woods. The king said, take it all around, it laid over any day +he'd ever put in in the missionarying line. He said it warn't no +use talking, heathens don't amount to shucks alongside of pirates +to work a camp-meeting with.</p> + +<p>The duke was thinking HE'D been doing pretty well till the +king come to show up, but after that he didn't think so so much. + He had set up and printed off two little jobs for farmers in +that printing-office—horse bills—and 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 head—three +verses—kind of sweet and saddish—the name of it was, +"Yes, crush, cold world, this breaking heart"—and he left +that all set up and ready to print in the paper, and didn't +charge nothing for it. Well, he took in nine dollars and a half, +and said he'd done a pretty square day's work for it.</p> + +<p>Then he showed us another little job he'd printed and hadn't +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.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c20-175"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c20-175.jpg (56K)" src="images/c20-175.jpg" height="561" width="440"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<p>"Now," says the duke, "after to-night 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 would look still better on Jim, but it +wouldn't go well with the story of us being so poor. Too much +like jewelry. Ropes are the correct thing—we must preserve +the unities, as we say on the boards."</p> + +<p>We all said the duke was pretty smart, and there couldn't 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 duke's work in the printing office was going to make +in that little town; then we could boom right along if we wanted +to.</p> + +<p>We laid low and kept still, and never shoved out till nearly +ten o'clock; then we slid by, pretty wide away from the town, and +didn't hoist our lantern till we was clear out of sight of +it.</p> + +<p>When Jim called me to take the watch at four in the morning, +he says:</p> + +<p>"Huck, does you reck'n we gwyne to run acrost any mo' kings on +dis trip?"</p> + +<p>"No," I says, "I reckon not."</p> + +<p>"Well," says he, "dat's all right, den. I doan' mine one er +two kings, but dat's enough. Dis one's powerful drunk, en de +duke ain' much better."</p> + +<p>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, he'd forgot it.</p> + +<br> +<br> + + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Part 4 +by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HUCKLEBERRY FINN, PART 4. *** + +***** This file should be named 7103-h.htm or 7103-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/7/1/0/7103/ + +Produced by David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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