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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 7 + Chapters XXXI. to XXXV. + +Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +Release Date: June 28, 2004 [EBook #7106] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HUCKLEBERRY FINN, PART 7. *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + + + +<br> +<hr> +<br><br><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 7.</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="#c31">CHAPTER XXXI.</a><br> +Ominous Plans.—News from Jim.—Old +Recollections.—A Sheep<br> +Story.—Valuable Information.</p> + +<p><a href="#c32">CHAPTER XXXII.</a><br> +Still and Sunday—like.—Mistaken Identity.—Up a +Stump.—In a Dilemma.</p> + +<p><a href="#c33">CHAPTER XXXIII.</a><br> +A Nigger Stealer.—Southern Hospitality.—A Pretty Long +Blessing.—Tar<br> +and Feathers.</p> + +<p><a href="#c34">CHAPTER XXXIV.</a><br> +The Hut by the Ash Hopper.—Outrageous.—Climbing the +Lightning<br> +Rod.—Troubled with Witches.</p> + +<p><a href="#c35">CHAPTER XXXV.</a><br> +Escaping Properly.—Dark Schemes.—Discrimination in +Stealing.—A Deep<br> +Hole.</p> + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS.</h2> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + +<a href="#c31-266">Spanish Moss</a><br> +<a href="#c31-269">"Who Nailed Him?"</a><br> +<a href="#c31-271">Thinking</a><br> +<a href="#c31-274">He gave him Ten Cents</a><br> +<a href="#c31-275">Striking for the Back Country</a><br> +<a href="#c32-277">Still and Sunday-like</a><br> +<a href="#c32-279">She hugged him tight</a><br> +<a href="#c32-283">"Who do you reckon it is?"</a><br> +<a href="#c33-284">"It was Tom Sawyer"</a><br> +<a href="#c33-287">"Mr. Archibald Nichols, I presume?"</a><br> +<a href="#c33-290">A pretty long Blessing</a><br> +<a href="#c33-291">Traveling By Rail</a><br> +<a href="#c34-293">Vittles</a><br> +<a href="#c34-296">A Simple Job</a><br> +<a href="#c34-299">Witches</a><br> +<a href="#c35-300">Getting Wood</a><br> +<a href="#c35-302">One of the Best Authorities</a><br> +<a href="#c35-305">The Breakfast-Horn</a><br> +<a href="#c35-307">Smouching the Knives</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> +<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> +<br> +<a name="c31-266"></a> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c31"></a> +<center> +<img alt="c31-266.jpg (180K)" src="images/c31-266.jpg" height="976" width="783"> +</center> + + + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER XXXI.</p> + +<p>WE dasn't stop again at any town for days and days; kept right +along down the river. We was down south in the warm weather now, +and a mighty long ways from home. We begun to come to trees with +Spanish moss on them, hanging down from the limbs like long, gray +beards. It was the first I ever see it growing, and it made the +woods look solemn and dismal. So now the frauds reckoned they +was out of danger, and they begun to work the villages again.</p> + +<p>First they done a lecture on temperance; but they didn't make +enough for them both to get drunk on. Then in another village +they started a dancing-school; but they didn't know no more how +to dance than a kangaroo does; so the first prance they made the +general public jumped in and pranced them out of town. Another +time they tried to go at yellocution; but they didn't yellocute +long till the audience got up and give them a solid good cussing, +and made them skip out. They tackled missionarying, and +mesmerizing, and doctoring, and telling fortunes, and a little of +everything; but they couldn't seem to have no luck. So at last +they got just about dead broke, and laid around the raft as she +floated along, thinking and thinking, and never saying nothing, +by the half a day at a time, and dreadful blue and desperate.</p> + +<p>And at last they took a change and begun to lay their heads +together in the wigwam and talk low and confidential two or three +hours at a time. Jim and me got uneasy. We didn't like the look +of it. We judged they was studying up some kind of worse +deviltry than ever. We turned it over and over, and at last we +made up our minds they was going to break into somebody's house +or store, or was going into the counterfeit-money business, or +something. So then we was pretty scared, and made up an agreement +that we wouldn't have nothing in the world to do with such +actions, and if we ever got the least show we would give them the +cold shake and clear out and leave them behind. Well, early one +morning we hid the raft in a good, safe place about two mile +below a little bit of a shabby village named Pikesville, and the +king he went ashore and told us all to stay hid whilst he went up +to town and smelt around to see if anybody had got any wind of +the Royal Nonesuch there yet. ("House to rob, you MEAN," says I +to myself; "and when you get through robbing it you'll come back +here and wonder what has become of me and Jim and the +raft—and you'll have to take it out in wondering.") And he +said if he warn't back by midday the duke and me would know it +was all right, and we was to come along.</p> + +<p>So we stayed where we was. The duke he fretted and sweated +around, and was in a mighty sour way. He scolded us for +everything, and we couldn't seem to do nothing right; he found +fault with every little thing. Something was a-brewing, sure. I +was good and glad when midday come and no king; we could have a +change, anyway—and maybe a chance for THE chance on top of +it. So me and the duke went up to the village, and hunted around +there for the king, and by and by we found him in the back room +of a little low doggery, very tight, and a lot of loafers +bullyragging him for sport, and he a-cussing and a-threatening +with all his might, and so tight he couldn't walk, and couldn't +do nothing to them. The duke he begun to abuse him for an old +fool, and the king begun to sass back, and the minute they was +fairly at it I lit out and shook the reefs out of my hind legs, +and spun down the river road like a deer, for I see our chance; +and I made up my mind that it would be a long day before they +ever see me and Jim again. I got down there all out of breath +but loaded up with joy, and sung out:</p> + +<p>"Set her loose, Jim! we're all right now!"</p> + +<p>But there warn't no answer, and nobody come out of the wigwam. + Jim was gone! I set up a shout—and then another—and +then another one; and run this way and that in the woods, +whooping and screeching; but it warn't no use—old Jim was +gone. Then I set down and cried; I couldn't help it. But I +couldn't set still long. Pretty soon I went out on the road, +trying to think what I better do, and I run across a boy walking, +and asked him if he'd seen a strange nigger dressed so and so, +and he says:</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"Whereabouts?" says I.</p> + +<p>"Down to Silas Phelps' place, two mile below here. He's a +runaway nigger, and they've got him. Was you looking for +him?"</p> + +<p>"You bet I ain't! I run across him in the woods about an hour +or two ago, and he said if I hollered he'd cut my livers +out—and told me to lay down and stay where I was; and I +done it. Been there ever since; afeard to come out."</p> + +<p>"Well," he says, "you needn't be afeard no more, becuz they've +got him. He run off f'm down South, som'ers."</p> + +<p>"It's a good job they got him."</p> + +<p>"Well, I RECKON! There's two hunderd dollars reward on him. + It's like picking up money out'n the road."</p> + +<p>"Yes, it is—and I could a had it if I'd been big enough; +I see him FIRST. Who nailed him?"</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c31-269"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c31-269.jpg (64K)" src="images/c31-269.jpg" height="616" width="482"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<p>"It was an old fellow—a stranger—and he sold out +his chance in him for forty dollars, becuz he's got to go up the +river and can't wait. Think o' that, now! You bet I'D wait, if +it was seven year."</p> + +<p>"That's me, every time," says I. "But maybe his chance ain't +worth no more than that, if he'll sell it so cheap. Maybe +there's something ain't straight about it."</p> + +<p>"But it IS, though—straight as a string. I see the +handbill myself. It tells all about him, to a dot—paints +him like a picture, and tells the plantation he's frum, below +NewrLEANS. No-sirree-BOB, they ain't no trouble 'bout THAT +speculation, you bet you. Say, gimme a chaw tobacker, won't +ye?"</p> + +<p>I didn't have none, so he left. I went to the raft, and set +down in the wigwam to think. But I couldn't come to nothing. I +thought till I wore my head sore, but I couldn't see no way out +of the trouble. After all this long journey, and after all we'd +done for them scoundrels, here it was all come to nothing, +everything all busted up and ruined, because they could have the +heart to serve Jim such a trick as that, and make him a slave +again all his life, and amongst strangers, too, for forty dirty +dollars.</p> + +<p>Once I said to myself it would be a thousand times better for +Jim to be a slave at home where his family was, as long as he'd +GOT to be a slave, and so I'd better write a letter to Tom Sawyer +and tell him to tell Miss Watson where he was. But I soon give +up that notion for two things: she'd be mad and disgusted at his +rascality and ungratefulness for leaving her, and so she'd sell +him straight down the river again; and if she didn't, everybody +naturally despises an ungrateful nigger, and they'd make Jim feel +it all the time, and so he'd feel ornery and disgraced. And then +think of ME! It would get all around that Huck Finn helped a +nigger to get his freedom; and if I was ever to see anybody from +that town again I'd be ready to get down and lick his boots for +shame. That's just the way: a person does a low-down thing, and +then he don't want to take no consequences of it. Thinks as long +as he can hide, it ain't no disgrace. That was my fix exactly. + The more I studied about this the more my conscience went to +grinding me, and the more wicked and low-down and ornery I got to +feeling. And at last, when it hit me all of a sudden that here +was the plain hand of Providence slapping me in the face and +letting me know my wickedness was being watched all the time from +up there in heaven, whilst I was stealing a poor old woman's +nigger that hadn't ever done me no harm, and now was showing me +there's One that's always on the lookout, and ain't a-going to +allow no such miserable doings to go only just so fur and no +further, I most dropped in my tracks I was so scared. Well, I +tried the best I could to kinder soften it up somehow for myself +by saying I was brung up wicked, and so I warn't so much to +blame; but something inside of me kept saying, "There was the +Sunday-school, you could a gone to it; and if you'd a done it +they'd a learnt you there that people that acts as I'd been +acting about that nigger goes to everlasting fire."</p> + +<p>It made me shiver. And I about made up my mind to pray, and +see if I couldn't try to quit being the kind of a boy I was and +be better. So I kneeled down. But the words wouldn't come. Why +wouldn't they? It warn't no use to try and hide it from Him. + Nor from ME, neither. I knowed very well why they wouldn't +come. It was because my heart warn't right; it was because I +warn't square; it was because I was playing double. I was +letting ON to give up sin, but away inside of me I was holding on +to the biggest one of all. I was trying to make my mouth SAY I +would do the right thing and the clean thing, and go and write to +that nigger's owner and tell where he was; but deep down in me I +knowed it was a lie, and He knowed it. You can't pray a +lie—I found that out.</p> + +<p>So I was full of trouble, full as I could be; and didn't know +what to do. At last I had an idea; and I says, I'll go and write +the letter—and then see if I can pray. Why, it was +astonishing, the way I felt as light as a feather right straight +off, and my troubles all gone. So I got a piece of paper and a +pencil, all glad and excited, and set down and wrote:</p> + +<p>Miss Watson, your runaway nigger Jim is down here two mile +below Pikesville, and Mr. Phelps has got him and he will give him +up for the reward if you send.</p> + +<p>HUCK FINN.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c31-271"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c31-271.jpg (62K)" src="images/c31-271.jpg" height="533" width="470"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>I felt good and all washed clean of sin for the first time I +had ever felt so in my life, and I knowed I could pray now. But +I didn't do it straight off, but laid the paper down and set +there thinking—thinking how good it was all this happened +so, and how near I come to being lost and going to hell. And +went on thinking. And got to thinking over our trip down the +river; and I see Jim before me all the time: in the day and in +the night-time, sometimes moonlight, sometimes storms, and we +a-floating along, talking and singing and laughing. But somehow I +couldn't seem to strike no places to harden me against him, but +only the other kind. I'd see him standing my watch on top of +his'n, 'stead of calling me, so I could go on sleeping; and see +him how glad he was when I come back out of the fog; and when I +come to him again in the swamp, up there where the feud was; and +such-like times; and would always call me honey, and pet me and +do everything he could think of for me, and how good he always +was; and at last I struck the time I saved him by telling the men +we had small-pox aboard, and he was so grateful, and said I was +the best friend old Jim ever had in the world, and the ONLY one +he's got now; and then I happened to look around and see that +paper.</p> + +<p>It was a close place. I took it up, and held it in my hand. + I was a-trembling, because I'd got to decide, forever, betwixt +two things, and I knowed it. I studied a minute, sort of holding +my breath, and then says to myself:</p> + +<p>"All right, then, I'll GO to hell"—and tore it up.</p> + +<p>It was awful thoughts and awful words, but they was said. And +I let them stay said; and never thought no more about reforming. + I shoved the whole thing out of my head, and said I would take +up wickedness again, which was in my line, being brung up to it, +and the other warn't. And for a starter I would go to work and +steal Jim out of slavery again; and if I could think up anything +worse, I would do that, too; because as long as I was in, and in +for good, I might as well go the whole hog.</p> + +<p>Then I set to thinking over how to get at it, and turned over +some considerable many ways in my mind; and at last fixed up a +plan that suited me. So then I took the bearings of a woody +island that was down the river a piece, and as soon as it was +fairly dark I crept out with my raft and went for it, and hid it +there, and then turned in. I slept the night through, and got up +before it was light, and had my breakfast, and put on my store +clothes, and tied up some others and one thing or another in a +bundle, and took the canoe and cleared for shore. I landed below +where I judged was Phelps's place, and hid my bundle in the +woods, and then filled up the canoe with water, and loaded rocks +into her and sunk her where I could find her again when I wanted +her, about a quarter of a mile below a little steam sawmill that +was on the bank.</p> + +<p>Then I struck up the road, and when I passed the mill I see a +sign on it, "Phelps's Sawmill," and when I come to the +farm-houses, two or three hundred yards further along, I kept my +eyes peeled, but didn't see nobody around, though it was good +daylight now. But I didn't mind, because I didn't want to see +nobody just yet—I only wanted to get the lay of the land. +According to my plan, I was going to turn up there from the +village, not from below. So I just took a look, and shoved +along, straight for town. Well, the very first man I see when I +got there was the duke. He was sticking up a bill for the Royal +Nonesuch—three-night performance—like that other +time. They had the cheek, them frauds! I was right on him +before I could shirk. He looked astonished, and says:</p> + +<p>"Hel-LO! Where'd YOU come from?" Then he says, kind of glad +and eager, "Where's the raft?—got her in a good place?"</p> + +<p>I says:</p> + +<p>"Why, that's just what I was going to ask your grace."</p> + +<p>Then he didn't look so joyful, and says:</p> + +<p>"What was your idea for asking ME?" he says.</p> + +<p>"Well," I says, "when I see the king in that doggery yesterday +I says to myself, we can't get him home for hours, till he's +soberer; so I went a-loafing around town to put in the time and +wait. A man up and offered me ten cents to help him pull a skiff +over the river and back to fetch a sheep, and so I went along; +but when we was dragging him to the boat, and the man left me +a-holt of the rope and went behind him to shove him along, he was +too strong for me and jerked loose and run, and we after him. We +didn't have no dog, and so we had to chase him all over the +country till we tired him out. We never got him till dark; then +we fetched him over, and I started down for the raft. When I got +there and see it was gone, I says to myself, 'They've got into +trouble and had to leave; and they've took my nigger, which is +the only nigger I've got in the world, and now I'm in a strange +country, and ain't got no property no more, nor nothing, and no +way to make my living;' so I set down and cried. I slept in the +woods all night. But what DID become of the raft, +then?—and Jim—poor Jim!"</p> + +<p>"Blamed if I know—that is, what's become of the raft. + That old fool had made a trade and got forty dollars, and when +we found him in the doggery the loafers had matched half-dollars +with him and got every cent but what he'd spent for whisky; and +when I got him home late last night and found the raft gone, we +said, 'That little rascal has stole our raft and shook us, and +run off down the river.'"</p> + +<p>"I wouldn't shake my NIGGER, would I?—the only nigger I +had in the world, and the only property."</p> + +<p>"We never thought of that. Fact is, I reckon we'd come to +consider him OUR nigger; yes, we did consider him +so—goodness knows we had trouble enough for him. So when +we see the raft was gone and we flat broke, there warn't anything +for it but to try the Royal Nonesuch another shake. And I've +pegged along ever since, dry as a powder-horn. Where's that ten +cents? Give it here."</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c31-274"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c31-274.jpg (57K)" src="images/c31-274.jpg" height="583" width="444"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>I had considerable money, so I give him ten cents, but begged +him to spend it for something to eat, and give me some, because +it was all the money I had, and I hadn't had nothing to eat since +yesterday. He never said nothing. The next minute he whirls on +me and says:</p> + +<p>"Do you reckon that nigger would blow on us? We'd skin him if +he done that!"</p> + +<p>"How can he blow? Hain't he run off?"</p> + +<p>"No! That old fool sold him, and never divided with me, and +the money's gone."</p> + +<p>"SOLD him?" I says, and begun to cry; "why, he was MY nigger, +and that was my money. Where is he?—I want my nigger."</p> + +<p>"Well, you can't GET your nigger, that's all—so dry up +your blubbering. Looky here—do you think YOU'D venture to +blow on us? Blamed if I think I'd trust you. Why, if you WAS to +blow on us—"</p> + +<p>He stopped, but I never see the duke look so ugly out of his +eyes before. I went on a-whimpering, and says:</p> + +<p>"I don't want to blow on nobody; and I ain't got no time to +blow, nohow. I got to turn out and find my nigger."</p> + +<p>He looked kinder bothered, and stood there with his bills +fluttering on his arm, thinking, and wrinkling up his forehead. + At last he says:</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you something. We got to be here three days. If +you'll promise you won't blow, and won't let the nigger blow, +I'll tell you where to find him."</p> + +<p>So I promised, and he says:</p> + +<p>"A farmer by the name of Silas Ph—" and then he stopped. + You see, he started to tell me the truth; but when he stopped +that way, and begun to study and think again, I reckoned he was +changing his mind. And so he was. He wouldn't trust me; he +wanted to make sure of having me out of the way the whole three +days. So pretty soon he says:</p> + +<p>"The man that bought him is named Abram Foster—Abram G. +Foster—and he lives forty mile back here in the country, on +the road to Lafayette."</p> + +<p>"All right," I says, "I can walk it in three days. And I'll +start this very afternoon."</p> + +<p>"No you wont, you'll start NOW; and don't you lose any time +about it, neither, nor do any gabbling by the way. Just keep a +tight tongue in your head and move right along, and then you +won't get into trouble with US, d'ye hear?"</p> + +<p>That was the order I wanted, and that was the one I played +for. I wanted to be left free to work my plans.</p> + +<p>"So clear out," he says; "and you can tell Mr. Foster whatever +you want to. Maybe you can get him to believe that Jim IS your +nigger—some idiots don't require documents—leastways +I've heard there's such down South here. And when you tell him +the handbill and the reward's bogus, maybe he'll believe you when +you explain to him what the idea was for getting 'em out. Go +'long now, and tell him anything you want to; but mind you don't +work your jaw any BETWEEN here and there."</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c31-275"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c31-275.jpg (45K)" src="images/c31-275.jpg" height="406" width="602"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>So I left, and struck for the back country. I didn't look +around, but I kinder felt like he was watching me. But I knowed +I could tire him out at that. I went straight out in the country +as much as a mile before I stopped; then I doubled back through +the woods towards Phelps'. I reckoned I better start in on my +plan straight off without fooling around, because I wanted to +stop Jim's mouth till these fellows could get away. I didn't +want no trouble with their kind. I'd seen all I wanted to of +them, and wanted to get entirely shut of them.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<hr> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c32-277"></a> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c32"></a> +<center> +<img alt="c32-277.jpg (169K)" src="images/c32-277.jpg" height="1001" width="782"> +</center> + + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER XXXII.</p> + +<p>WHEN I got there it was all still and Sunday-like, and hot and +sunshiny; the hands was gone to the fields; and there was them +kind of faint dronings of bugs and flies in the air that makes it +seem so lonesome and like everybody's dead and gone; and if a +breeze fans along and quivers the leaves it makes you feel +mournful, because you feel like it's spirits +whispering—spirits that's been dead ever so many +years—and you always think they're talking about YOU. As a +general thing it makes a body wish HE was dead, too, and done +with it all.</p> + +<p>Phelps' was one of these little one-horse cotton plantations, +and they all look alike. A rail fence round a two-acre yard; a +stile made out of logs sawed off and up-ended in steps, like +barrels of a different length, to climb over the fence with, and +for the women to stand on when they are going to jump on to a +horse; some sickly grass-patches in the big yard, but mostly it +was bare and smooth, like an old hat with the nap rubbed off; big +double log-house for the white folks—hewed logs, with the +chinks stopped up with mud or mortar, and these mud-stripes been +whitewashed some time or another; round-log kitchen, with a big +broad, open but roofed passage joining it to the house; log +smoke-house back of the kitchen; three little log nigger-cabins +in a row t'other side the smoke-house; one little hut all by +itself away down against the back fence, and some outbuildings +down a piece the other side; ash-hopper and big kettle to bile +soap in by the little hut; bench by the kitchen door, with bucket +of water and a gourd; hound asleep there in the sun; more hounds +asleep round about; about three shade trees away off in a corner; +some currant bushes and gooseberry bushes in one place by the +fence; outside of the fence a garden and a watermelon patch; then +the cotton fields begins, and after the fields the woods.</p> + +<p>I went around and clumb over the back stile by the ash-hopper, +and started for the kitchen. When I got a little ways I heard +the dim hum of a spinning-wheel wailing along up and sinking +along down again; and then I knowed for certain I wished I was +dead—for that IS the lonesomest sound in the whole +world.</p> + +<p>I went right along, not fixing up any particular plan, but +just trusting to Providence to put the right words in my mouth +when the time come; for I'd noticed that Providence always did +put the right words in my mouth if I left it alone.</p> + +<p>When I got half-way, first one hound and then another got up +and went for me, and of course I stopped and faced them, and kept +still. And such another powwow as they made! In a quarter of a +minute I was a kind of a hub of a wheel, as you may +say—spokes made out of dogs—circle of fifteen of them +packed together around me, with their necks and noses stretched +up towards me, a-barking and howling; and more a-coming; you +could see them sailing over fences and around corners from +everywheres.</p> + +<p>A nigger woman come tearing out of the kitchen with a +rolling-pin in her hand, singing out, "Begone YOU Tige! you Spot! +begone sah!" and she fetched first one and then another of them a +clip and sent them howling, and then the rest followed; and the +next second half of them come back, wagging their tails around +me, and making friends with me. There ain't no harm in a hound, +nohow.</p> + +<p>And behind the woman comes a little nigger girl and two little +nigger boys without anything on but tow-linen shirts, and they +hung on to their mother's gown, and peeped out from behind her at +me, bashful, the way they always do. And here comes the white +woman running from the house, about forty-five or fifty year old, +bareheaded, and her spinning-stick in her hand; and behind her +comes her little white children, acting the same way the little +niggers was going. She was smiling all over so she could hardly +stand—and says:</p> + +<p>"It's YOU, at last!—AIN'T it?"</p> + +<p>I out with a "Yes'm" before I thought.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c32-279"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c32-279.jpg (55K)" src="images/c32-279.jpg" height="560" width="453"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<p>She grabbed me and hugged me tight; and then gripped me by +both hands and shook and shook; and the tears come in her eyes, +and run down over; and she couldn't seem to hug and shake enough, +and kept saying, "You don't look as much like your mother as I +reckoned you would; but law sakes, I don't care for that, I'm so +glad to see you! Dear, dear, it does seem like I could eat you +up! Children, it's your cousin Tom!—tell him howdy."</p> + +<p>But they ducked their heads, and put their fingers in their +mouths, and hid behind her. So she run on:</p> + +<p>"Lize, hurry up and get him a hot breakfast right +away—or did you get your breakfast on the boat?"</p> + +<p>I said I had got it on the boat. So then she started for the +house, leading me by the hand, and the children tagging after. + When we got there she set me down in a split-bottomed chair, and +set herself down on a little low stool in front of me, holding +both of my hands, and says:</p> + +<p>"Now I can have a GOOD look at you; and, laws-a-me, I've been +hungry for it a many and a many a time, all these long years, and +it's come at last! We been expecting you a couple of days and +more. What kep' you?—boat get aground?"</p> + +<p>"Yes'm—she—"</p> + +<p>"Don't say yes'm—say Aunt Sally. Where'd she get +aground?"</p> + +<p>I didn't rightly know what to say, because I didn't know +whether the boat would be coming up the river or down. But I go +a good deal on instinct; and my instinct said she would be coming +up—from down towards Orleans. That didn't help me much, +though; for I didn't know the names of bars down that way. I see +I'd got to invent a bar, or forget the name of the one we got +aground on—or—Now I struck an idea, and fetched it +out:</p> + +<p>"It warn't the grounding—that didn't keep us back but a +little. We blowed out a cylinder-head."</p> + +<p>"Good gracious! anybody hurt?"</p> + +<p>"No'm. Killed a nigger."</p> + +<p>"Well, it's lucky; because sometimes people do get hurt. Two +years ago last Christmas your uncle Silas was coming up from +Newrleans on the old Lally Rook, and she blowed out a +cylinder-head and crippled a man. And I think he died +afterwards. He was a Baptist. Your uncle Silas knowed a family +in Baton Rouge that knowed his people very well. Yes, I remember +now, he DID die. Mortification set in, and they had to amputate +him. But it didn't save him. Yes, it was +mortification—that was it. He turned blue all over, and +died in the hope of a glorious resurrection. They say he was a +sight to look at. Your uncle's been up to the town every day to +fetch you. And he's gone again, not more'n an hour ago; he'll be +back any minute now. You must a met him on the road, didn't +you?—oldish man, with a—"</p> + +<p>"No, I didn't see nobody, Aunt Sally. The boat landed just at +daylight, and I left my baggage on the wharf-boat and went +looking around the town and out a piece in the country, to put in +the time and not get here too soon; and so I come down the back +way."</p> + +<p>"Who'd you give the baggage to?"</p> + +<p>"Nobody."</p> + +<p>"Why, child, it 'll be stole!"</p> + +<p>"Not where I hid it I reckon it won't," I says.</p> + +<p>"How'd you get your breakfast so early on the boat?"</p> + +<p>It was kinder thin ice, but I says:</p> + +<p>"The captain see me standing around, and told me I better have +something to eat before I went ashore; so he took me in the texas +to the officers' lunch, and give me all I wanted."</p> + +<p>I was getting so uneasy I couldn't listen good. I had my mind +on the children all the time; I wanted to get them out to one +side and pump them a little, and find out who I was. But I +couldn't get no show, Mrs. Phelps kept it up and run on so. + Pretty soon she made the cold chills streak all down my back, +because she says:</p> + +<p>"But here we're a-running on this way, and you hain't told me +a word about Sis, nor any of them. Now I'll rest my works a +little, and you start up yourn; just tell me +EVERYTHING—tell me all about 'm all every one of 'm; and +how they are, and what they're doing, and what they told you to +tell me; and every last thing you can think of."</p> + +<p>Well, I see I was up a stump—and up it good. Providence +had stood by me this fur all right, but I was hard and tight +aground now. I see it warn't a bit of use to try to go +ahead—I'd got to throw up my hand. So I says to myself, +here's another place where I got to resk the truth. I opened my +mouth to begin; but she grabbed me and hustled me in behind the +bed, and says:</p> + +<p>"Here he comes! Stick your head down lower—there, +that'll do; you can't be seen now. Don't you let on you're here. + I'll play a joke on him. Children, don't you say a word."</p> + +<p>I see I was in a fix now. But it warn't no use to worry; +there warn't nothing to do but just hold still, and try and be +ready to stand from under when the lightning struck.</p> + +<p>I had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he +come in; then the bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him, +and says:</p> + +<p>"Has he come?"</p> + +<p>"No," says her husband.</p> + +<p>"Good-NESS gracious!" she says, "what in the warld can have +become of him?"</p> + +<p>"I can't imagine," says the old gentleman; "and I must say it +makes me dreadful uneasy."</p> + +<p>"Uneasy!" she says; "I'm ready to go distracted! He MUST a +come; and you've missed him along the road. I KNOW it's +so—something tells me so."</p> + +<p>"Why, Sally, I COULDN'T miss him along the road—YOU know +that."</p> + +<p>"But oh, dear, dear, what WILL Sis say! He must a come! You +must a missed him. He—"</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't distress me any more'n I'm already distressed. I +don't know what in the world to make of it. I'm at my wit's end, +and I don't mind acknowledging 't I'm right down scared. But +there's no hope that he's come; for he COULDN'T come and me miss +him. Sally, it's terrible—just terrible—something's +happened to the boat, sure!"</p> + +<p>"Why, Silas! Look yonder!—up the road!—ain't that +somebody coming?"</p> + +<p>He sprung to the window at the head of the bed, and that give +Mrs. Phelps the chance she wanted. She stooped down quick at the +foot of the bed and give me a pull, and out I come; and when he +turned back from the window there she stood, a-beaming and +a-smiling like a house afire, and I standing pretty meek and +sweaty alongside. The old gentleman stared, and says:</p> + +<p>"Why, who's that?"</p> + +<p>"Who do you reckon 't is?"</p> + + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c32-283"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c32-283.jpg (60K)" src="images/c32-283.jpg" height="545" width="443"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<p>"I hain't no idea. Who IS it?"</p> + +<p>"It's TOM SAWYER!"</p> + +<p>By jings, I most slumped through the floor! But there warn't +no time to swap knives; the old man grabbed me by the hand and +shook, and kept on shaking; and all the time how the woman did +dance around and laugh and cry; and then how they both did fire +off questions about Sid, and Mary, and the rest of the tribe.</p> + +<p>But if they was joyful, it warn't nothing to what I was; for +it was like being born again, I was so glad to find out who I +was. Well, they froze to me for two hours; and at last, when my +chin was so tired it couldn't hardly go any more, I had told them +more about my family—I mean the Sawyer family—than +ever happened to any six Sawyer families. And I explained all +about how we blowed out a cylinder-head at the mouth of White +River, and it took us three days to fix it. Which was all right, +and worked first-rate; because THEY didn't know but what it would +take three days to fix it. If I'd a called it a bolthead it +would a done just as well.</p> + +<p>Now I was feeling pretty comfortable all down one side, and +pretty uncomfortable all up the other. Being Tom Sawyer was easy +and comfortable, and it stayed easy and comfortable till by and +by I hear a steamboat coughing along down the river. Then I says +to myself, s'pose Tom Sawyer comes down on that boat? And s'pose +he steps in here any minute, and sings out my name before I can +throw him a wink to keep quiet?</p> + +<p>Well, I couldn't HAVE it that way; it wouldn't do at all. I +must go up the road and waylay him. So I told the folks I +reckoned I would go up to the town and fetch down my baggage. + The old gentleman was for going along with me, but I said no, I +could drive the horse myself, and I druther he wouldn't take no +trouble about me.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<hr> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c33-284"></a> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c33"></a> +<center> +<img alt="c33-284.jpg (153K)" src="images/c33-284.jpg" height="977" width="770"> +</center> + + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER XXXIII.</p> + +<p>SO I started for town in the wagon, and when I was half-way I +see a wagon coming, and sure enough it was Tom Sawyer, and I +stopped and waited till he come along. I says "Hold on!" and it +stopped alongside, and his mouth opened up like a trunk, and +stayed so; and he swallowed two or three times like a person +that's got a dry throat, and then says:</p> + +<p>"I hain't ever done you no harm. You know that. So, then, +what you want to come back and ha'nt ME for?"</p> + +<p>I says:</p> + +<p>"I hain't come back—I hain't been GONE."</p> + +<p>When he heard my voice it righted him up some, but he warn't +quite satisfied yet. He says:</p> + +<p>"Don't you play nothing on me, because I wouldn't on you. + Honest injun, you ain't a ghost?"</p> + +<p>"Honest injun, I ain't," I says.</p> + +<p>"Well—I—I—well, that ought to settle it, of +course; but I can't somehow seem to understand it no way. Looky +here, warn't you ever murdered AT ALL?"</p> + +<p>"No. I warn't ever murdered at all—I played it on them. + You come in here and feel of me if you don't believe me."</p> + +<p>So he done it; and it satisfied him; and he was that glad to +see me again he didn't know what to do. And he wanted to know +all about it right off, because it was a grand adventure, and +mysterious, and so it hit him where he lived. But I said, leave +it alone till by and by; and told his driver to wait, and we +drove off a little piece, and I told him the kind of a fix I was +in, and what did he reckon we better do? He said, let him alone +a minute, and don't disturb him. So he thought and thought, and +pretty soon he says:</p> + +<p>"It's all right; I've got it. Take my trunk in your wagon, +and let on it's your'n; and you turn back and fool along slow, so +as to get to the house about the time you ought to; and I'll go +towards town a piece, and take a fresh start, and get there a +quarter or a half an hour after you; and you needn't let on to +know me at first."</p> + +<p>I says:</p> + +<p>"All right; but wait a minute. There's one more thing—a +thing that NOBODY don't know but me. And that is, there's a +nigger here that I'm a-trying to steal out of slavery, and his +name is JIM—old Miss Watson's Jim."</p> + +<p>He says:</p> + +<p>"What! Why, Jim is—"</p> + +<p>He stopped and went to studying. I says:</p> + +<p>"I know what you'll say. You'll say it's dirty, low-down +business; but what if it is? I'm low down; and I'm a-going to +steal him, and I want you keep mum and not let on. Will +you?"</p> + +<p>His eye lit up, and he says:</p> + +<p>"I'll HELP you steal him!"</p> + +<p>Well, I let go all holts then, like I was shot. It was the +most astonishing speech I ever heard—and I'm bound to say +Tom Sawyer fell considerable in my estimation. Only I couldn't +believe it. Tom Sawyer a NIGGER-STEALER!</p> + +<p>"Oh, shucks!" I says; "you're joking."</p> + +<p>"I ain't joking, either."</p> + +<p>"Well, then," I says, "joking or no joking, if you hear +anything said about a runaway nigger, don't forget to remember +that YOU don't know nothing about him, and I don't know nothing +about him."</p> + +<p>Then we took the trunk and put it in my wagon, and he drove +off his way and I drove mine. But of course I forgot all about +driving slow on accounts of being glad and full of thinking; so I +got home a heap too quick for that length of a trip. The old +gentleman was at the door, and he says:</p> + +<p>"Why, this is wonderful! Whoever would a thought it was in +that mare to do it? I wish we'd a timed her. And she hain't +sweated a hair—not a hair. It's wonderful. Why, I wouldn't +take a hundred dollars for that horse now—I wouldn't, +honest; and yet I'd a sold her for fifteen before, and thought +'twas all she was worth."</p> + +<p>That's all he said. He was the innocentest, best old soul I +ever see. But it warn't surprising; because he warn't only just a +farmer, he was a preacher, too, and had a little one-horse log +church down back of the plantation, which he built it himself at +his own expense, for a church and schoolhouse, and never charged +nothing for his preaching, and it was worth it, too. There was +plenty other farmer-preachers like that, and done the same way, +down South.</p> + +<p>In about half an hour Tom's wagon drove up to the front stile, +and Aunt Sally she see it through the window, because it was only +about fifty yards, and says:</p> + +<p>"Why, there's somebody come! I wonder who 'tis? Why, I do +believe it's a stranger. Jimmy" (that's one of the children) +"run and tell Lize to put on another plate for dinner."</p> + +<p>Everybody made a rush for the front door, because, of course, +a stranger don't come EVERY year, and so he lays over the +yaller-fever, for interest, when he does come. Tom was over the +stile and starting for the house; the wagon was spinning up the +road for the village, and we was all bunched in the front door. + Tom had his store clothes on, and an audience—and that was +always nuts for Tom Sawyer. In them circumstances it warn't no +trouble to him to throw in an amount of style that was suitable. + He warn't a boy to meeky along up that yard like a sheep; no, he +come ca'm and important, like the ram. When he got a-front of us +he lifts his hat ever so gracious and dainty, like it was the lid +of a box that had butterflies asleep in it and he didn't want to +disturb them, and says:</p> + +<p>"Mr. Archibald Nichols, I presume?"</p> + + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c33-287"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c33-287.jpg (42K)" src="images/c33-287.jpg" height="504" width="380"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>"No, my boy," says the old gentleman, "I'm sorry to say 't +your driver has deceived you; Nichols's place is down a matter of +three mile more. Come in, come in."</p> + +<p>Tom he took a look back over his shoulder, and says, "Too +late—he's out of sight."</p> + +<p>"Yes, he's gone, my son, and you must come in and eat your +dinner with us; and then we'll hitch up and take you down to +Nichols's."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I CAN'T make you so much trouble; I couldn't think of it. + I'll walk—I don't mind the distance."</p> + +<p>"But we won't LET you walk—it wouldn't be Southern +hospitality to do it. Come right in."</p> + +<p>"Oh, DO," says Aunt Sally; "it ain't a bit of trouble to us, +not a bit in the world. You must stay. It's a long, dusty three +mile, and we can't let you walk. And, besides, I've already told +'em to put on another plate when I see you coming; so you mustn't +disappoint us. Come right in and make yourself at home."</p> + +<p>So Tom he thanked them very hearty and handsome, and let +himself be persuaded, and come in; and when he was in he said he +was a stranger from Hicksville, Ohio, and his name was William +Thompson—and he made another bow.</p> + +<p>Well, he run on, and on, and on, making up stuff about +Hicksville and everybody in it he could invent, and I getting a +little nervious, and wondering how this was going to help me out +of my scrape; and at last, still talking along, he reached over +and kissed Aunt Sally right on the mouth, and then settled back +again in his chair comfortable, and was going on talking; but she +jumped up and wiped it off with the back of her hand, and +says:</p> + +<p>"You owdacious puppy!"</p> + +<p>He looked kind of hurt, and says:</p> + +<p>"I'm surprised at you, m'am."</p> + +<p>"You're s'rp—Why, what do you reckon I am? I've a good +notion to take and—Say, what do you mean by kissing +me?"</p> + +<p>He looked kind of humble, and says:</p> + +<p>"I didn't mean nothing, m'am. I didn't mean no harm. + I—I—thought you'd like it."</p> + +<p>"Why, you born fool!" She took up the spinning stick, and it +looked like it was all she could do to keep from giving him a +crack with it. "What made you think I'd like it?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't know. Only, they—they—told me you +would."</p> + +<p>"THEY told you I would. Whoever told you's ANOTHER lunatic. + I never heard the beat of it. Who's THEY?"</p> + +<p>"Why, everybody. They all said so, m'am."</p> + +<p>It was all she could do to hold in; and her eyes snapped, and +her fingers worked like she wanted to scratch him; and she +says:</p> + +<p>"Who's 'everybody'? Out with their names, or ther'll be an +idiot short."</p> + +<p>He got up and looked distressed, and fumbled his hat, and +says:</p> + +<p>"I'm sorry, and I warn't expecting it. They told me to. They +all told me to. They all said, kiss her; and said she'd like it. + They all said it—every one of them. But I'm sorry, m'am, +and I won't do it no more—I won't, honest."</p> + +<p>"You won't, won't you? Well, I sh'd RECKON you won't!"</p> + +<p>"No'm, I'm honest about it; I won't ever do it +again—till you ask me."</p> + +<p>"Till I ASK you! Well, I never see the beat of it in my born +days! I lay you'll be the Methusalem-numskull of creation before +ever I ask you—or the likes of you."</p> + +<p>"Well," he says, "it does surprise me so. I can't make it +out, somehow. They said you would, and I thought you would. + But—" He stopped and looked around slow, like he wished he +could run across a friendly eye somewheres, and fetched up on the +old gentleman's, and says, "Didn't YOU think she'd like me to +kiss her, sir?"</p> + +<p>"Why, no; I—I—well, no, I b'lieve I didn't."</p> + +<p>Then he looks on around the same way to me, and says:</p> + +<p>"Tom, didn't YOU think Aunt Sally 'd open out her arms and +say, 'Sid Sawyer—'"</p> + +<p>"My land!" she says, breaking in and jumping for him, "you +impudent young rascal, to fool a body so—" and was going to +hug him, but he fended her off, and says:</p> + +<p>"No, not till you've asked me first."</p> + +<p>So she didn't lose no time, but asked him; and hugged him and +kissed him over and over again, and then turned him over to the +old man, and he took what was left. And after they got a little +quiet again she says:</p> + +<p>"Why, dear me, I never see such a surprise. We warn't looking +for YOU at all, but only Tom. Sis never wrote to me about +anybody coming but him."</p> + +<p>"It's because it warn't INTENDED for any of us to come but +Tom," he says; "but I begged and begged, and at the last minute +she let me come, too; so, coming down the river, me and Tom +thought it would be a first-rate surprise for him to come here to +the house first, and for me to by and by tag along and drop in, +and let on to be a stranger. But it was a mistake, Aunt Sally. + This ain't no healthy place for a stranger to come."</p> + +<p>"No—not impudent whelps, Sid. You ought to had your +jaws boxed; I hain't been so put out since I don't know when. + But I don't care, I don't mind the terms—I'd be willing to +stand a thousand such jokes to have you here. Well, to think of +that performance! I don't deny it, I was most putrified with +astonishment when you give me that smack."</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c33-290"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c33-290.jpg (54K)" src="images/c33-290.jpg" height="416" width="603"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>We had dinner out in that broad open passage betwixt the house +and the kitchen; and there was things enough on that table for +seven families—and all hot, too; none of your flabby, +tough meat that's laid in a cupboard in a damp cellar all night +and tastes like a hunk of old cold cannibal in the morning. + Uncle Silas he asked a pretty long blessing over it, but it was +worth it; and it didn't cool it a bit, neither, the way I've seen +them kind of interruptions do lots of times. There was a +considerable good deal of talk all the afternoon, and me and Tom +was on the lookout all the time; but it warn't no use, they +didn't happen to say nothing about any runaway nigger, and we was +afraid to try to work up to it. But at supper, at night, one of +the little boys says:</p> + +<p>"Pa, mayn't Tom and Sid and me go to the show?"</p> + +<p>"No," says the old man, "I reckon there ain't going to be any; +and you couldn't go if there was; because the runaway nigger told +Burton and me all about that scandalous show, and Burton said he +would tell the people; so I reckon they've drove the owdacious +loafers out of town before this time."</p> + +<p>So there it was!—but I couldn't help it. Tom and me was +to sleep in the same room and bed; so, being tired, we bid +good-night and went up to bed right after supper, and clumb out +of the window and down the lightning-rod, and shoved for the +town; for I didn't believe anybody was going to give the king and +the duke a hint, and so if I didn't hurry up and give them one +they'd get into trouble sure.</p> + +<p>On the road Tom he told me all about how it was reckoned I was +murdered, and how pap disappeared pretty soon, and didn't come +back no more, and what a stir there was when Jim run away; and I +told Tom all about our Royal Nonesuch rapscallions, and as much +of the raft voyage as I had time to; and as we struck into the +town and up through the—here comes a raging rush of people +with torches, and an awful whooping and yelling, and banging tin +pans and blowing horns; and we jumped to one side to let them go +by; and as they went by I see they had the king and the duke +astraddle of a rail—that is, I knowed it WAS the king and +the duke, though they was all over tar and feathers, and didn't +look like nothing in the world that was human—just looked +like a couple of monstrous big soldier-plumes. Well, it made me +sick to see it; and I was sorry for them poor pitiful rascals, it +seemed like I couldn't ever feel any hardness against them any +more in the world. It was a dreadful thing to see. Human beings +CAN be awful cruel to one another.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c33-291"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c33-291.jpg (60K)" src="images/c33-291.jpg" height="417" width="547"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>We see we was too late—couldn't do no good. We asked +some stragglers about it, and they said everybody went to the +show looking very innocent; and laid low and kept dark till the +poor old king was in the middle of his cavortings on the stage; +then somebody give a signal, and the house rose up and went for +them.</p> + +<p>So we poked along back home, and I warn't feeling so brash as +I was before, but kind of ornery, and humble, and to blame, +somehow—though I hadn't done nothing. But that's always +the way; it don't make no difference whether you do right or +wrong, a person's conscience ain't got no sense, and just goes +for him anyway. If I had a yaller dog that didn't know no more +than a person's conscience does I would pison him. It takes up +more room than all the rest of a person's insides, and yet ain't +no good, nohow. Tom Sawyer he says the same.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<hr> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c34-293"></a> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c34"></a> +<center> +<img alt="c34-293.jpg (132K)" src="images/c34-293.jpg" height="929" width="764"> +</center> + + + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER XXXIV.</p> + +<p>WE stopped talking, and got to thinking. By and by Tom +says:</p> + +<p>"Looky here, Huck, what fools we are to not think of it +before! I bet I know where Jim is."</p> + +<p>"No! Where?"</p> + +<p>"In that hut down by the ash-hopper. Why, looky here. When +we was at dinner, didn't you see a nigger man go in there with +some vittles?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"What did you think the vittles was for?"</p> + +<p>"For a dog."</p> + +<p>"So 'd I. Well, it wasn't for a dog."</p> + +<p>"Why?"</p> + +<p>"Because part of it was watermelon."</p> + +<p>"So it was—I noticed it. Well, it does beat all that I +never thought about a dog not eating watermelon. It shows how a +body can see and don't see at the same time."</p> + +<p>"Well, the nigger unlocked the padlock when he went in, and he +locked it again when he came out. He fetched uncle a key about +the time we got up from table—same key, I bet. Watermelon +shows man, lock shows prisoner; and it ain't likely there's two +prisoners on such a little plantation, and where the people's all +so kind and good. Jim's the prisoner. All right—I'm glad +we found it out detective fashion; I wouldn't give shucks for any +other way. Now you work your mind, and study out a plan to steal +Jim, and I will study out one, too; and we'll take the one we +like the best."</p> + +<p>What a head for just a boy to have! If I had Tom Sawyer's +head I wouldn't trade it off to be a duke, nor mate of a +steamboat, nor clown in a circus, nor nothing I can think of. I +went to thinking out a plan, but only just to be doing something; +I knowed very well where the right plan was going to come from. + Pretty soon Tom says:</p> + +<p>"Ready?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," I says.</p> + +<p>"All right—bring it out."</p> + +<p>"My plan is this," I says. "We can easy find out if it's Jim +in there. Then get up my canoe to-morrow night, and fetch my raft +over from the island. Then the first dark night that comes steal +the key out of the old man's britches after he goes to bed, and +shove off down the river on the raft with Jim, hiding daytimes +and running nights, the way me and Jim used to do before. + Wouldn't that plan work?"</p> + +<p>"WORK? Why, cert'nly it would work, like rats a-fighting. + But it's too blame' simple; there ain't nothing TO it. What's +the good of a plan that ain't no more trouble than that? It's as +mild as goose-milk. Why, Huck, it wouldn't make no more talk +than breaking into a soap factory."</p> + +<p>I never said nothing, because I warn't expecting nothing +different; but I knowed mighty well that whenever he got HIS plan +ready it wouldn't have none of them objections to it.</p> + +<p>And it didn't. He told me what it was, and I see in a minute +it was worth fifteen of mine for style, and would make Jim just +as free a man as mine would, and maybe get us all killed besides. + So I was satisfied, and said we would waltz in on it. I needn't +tell what it was here, because I knowed it wouldn't stay the way, +it was. I knowed he would be changing it around every which way +as we went along, and heaving in new bullinesses wherever he got +a chance. And that is what he done.</p> + +<p>Well, one thing was dead sure, and that was that Tom Sawyer +was in earnest, and was actuly going to help steal that nigger +out of slavery. That was the thing that was too many for me. + Here was a boy that was respectable and well brung up; and had a +character to lose; and folks at home that had characters; and he +was bright and not leather-headed; and knowing and not ignorant; +and not mean, but kind; and yet here he was, without any more +pride, or rightness, or feeling, than to stoop to this business, +and make himself a shame, and his family a shame, before +everybody. I COULDN'T understand it no way at all. It was +outrageous, and I knowed I ought to just up and tell him so; and +so be his true friend, and let him quit the thing right where he +was and save himself. And I DID start to tell him; but he shut me +up, and says:</p> + +<p>"Don't you reckon I know what I'm about? Don't I generly know +what I'm about?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"Didn't I SAY I was going to help steal the nigger?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"WELL, then."</p> + +<p>That's all he said, and that's all I said. It warn't no use +to say any more; because when he said he'd do a thing, he always +done it. But I couldn't make out how he was willing to go into +this thing; so I just let it go, and never bothered no more about +it. If he was bound to have it so, I couldn't help it.</p> + +<p>When we got home the house was all dark and still; so we went +on down to the hut by the ash-hopper for to examine it. We went +through the yard so as to see what the hounds would do. They +knowed us, and didn't make no more noise than country dogs is +always doing when anything comes by in the night. When we got to +the cabin we took a look at the front and the two sides; and on +the side I warn't acquainted with—which was the north +side—we found a square window-hole, up tolerable high, with +just one stout board nailed across it. I says:</p> + +<p>"Here's the ticket. This hole's big enough for Jim to get +through if we wrench off the board."</p> + +<p>Tom says:</p> + +<p>"It's as simple as tit-tat-toe, three-in-a-row, and as easy as +playing hooky. I should HOPE we can find a way that's a little +more complicated than THAT, Huck Finn."</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c34-296"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c34-296.jpg (70K)" src="images/c34-296.jpg" height="586" width="451"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<p>"Well, then," I says, "how 'll it do to saw him out, the way I +done before I was murdered that time?"</p> + +<p>"That's more LIKE," he says. "It's real mysterious, and +troublesome, and good," he says; "but I bet we can find a way +that's twice as long. There ain't no hurry; le's keep on looking +around."</p> + +<p>Betwixt the hut and the fence, on the back side, was a lean-to +that joined the hut at the eaves, and was made out of plank. It +was as long as the hut, but narrow—only about six foot +wide. The door to it was at the south end, and was padlocked. + Tom he went to the soap-kettle and searched around, and fetched +back the iron thing they lift the lid with; so he took it and +prized out one of the staples. The chain fell down, and we +opened the door and went in, and shut it, and struck a match, and +see the shed was only built against a cabin and hadn't no +connection with it; and there warn't no floor to the shed, nor +nothing in it but some old rusty played-out hoes and spades and +picks and a crippled plow. The match went out, and so did we, +and shoved in the staple again, and the door was locked as good +as ever. Tom was joyful. He says;</p> + +<p>"Now we're all right. We'll DIG him out. It 'll take about a +week!"</p> + +<p>Then we started for the house, and I went in the back +door—you only have to pull a buckskin latch-string, they +don't fasten the doors—but that warn't romantical enough +for Tom Sawyer; no way would do him but he must climb up the +lightning-rod. But after he got up half way about three times, +and missed fire and fell every time, and the last time most +busted his brains out, he thought he'd got to give it up; but +after he was rested he allowed he would give her one more turn +for luck, and this time he made the trip.</p> + +<p>In the morning we was up at break of day, and down to the +nigger cabins to pet the dogs and make friends with the nigger +that fed Jim—if it WAS Jim that was being fed. The niggers +was just getting through breakfast and starting for the fields; +and Jim's nigger was piling up a tin pan with bread and meat and +things; and whilst the others was leaving, the key come from the +house.</p> + +<p>This nigger had a good-natured, chuckle-headed face, and his +wool was all tied up in little bunches with thread. That was to +keep witches off. He said the witches was pestering him awful +these nights, and making him see all kinds of strange things, and +hear all kinds of strange words and noises, and he didn't believe +he was ever witched so long before in his life. He got so worked +up, and got to running on so about his troubles, he forgot all +about what he'd been a-going to do. So Tom says:</p> + +<p>"What's the vittles for? Going to feed the dogs?"</p> + +<p>The nigger kind of smiled around gradually over his face, like +when you heave a brickbat in a mud-puddle, and he says:</p> + +<p>"Yes, Mars Sid, A dog. Cur'us dog, too. Does you want to go +en look at 'im?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>I hunched Tom, and whispers:</p> + +<p>"You going, right here in the daybreak? THAT warn't the +plan."</p> + +<p>"No, it warn't; but it's the plan NOW."</p> + +<p>So, drat him, we went along, but I didn't like it much. When +we got in we couldn't hardly see anything, it was so dark; but +Jim was there, sure enough, and could see us; and he sings +out:</p> + +<p>"Why, HUCK! En good LAN'! ain' dat Misto Tom?"</p> + +<p>I just knowed how it would be; I just expected it. I didn't +know nothing to do; and if I had I couldn't a done it, because +that nigger busted in and says:</p> + +<p>"Why, de gracious sakes! do he know you genlmen?"</p> + +<p>We could see pretty well now. Tom he looked at the nigger, +steady and kind of wondering, and says:</p> + +<p>"Does WHO know us?"</p> + +<p>"Why, dis-yer runaway nigger."</p> + +<p>"I don't reckon he does; but what put that into your +head?"</p> + +<p>"What PUT it dar? Didn' he jis' dis minute sing out like he +knowed you?"</p> + +<p>Tom says, in a puzzled-up kind of way:</p> + +<p>"Well, that's mighty curious. WHO sung out? WHEN did he sing +out? WHAT did he sing out?" And turns to me, perfectly ca'm, and +says, "Did YOU hear anybody sing out?"</p> + +<p>Of course there warn't nothing to be said but the one thing; +so I says:</p> + +<p>"No; I ain't heard nobody say nothing."</p> + +<p>Then he turns to Jim, and looks him over like he never see him +before, and says:</p> + +<p>"Did you sing out?"</p> + +<p>"No, sah," says Jim; "I hain't said nothing, sah."</p> + +<p>"Not a word?"</p> + +<p>"No, sah, I hain't said a word."</p> + +<p>"Did you ever see us before?"</p> + +<p>"No, sah; not as I knows on."</p> + +<p>So Tom turns to the nigger, which was looking wild and +distressed, and says, kind of severe:</p> + +<p>"What do you reckon's the matter with you, anyway? What made +you think somebody sung out?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, it's de dad-blame' witches, sah, en I wisht I was dead, I +do. Dey's awluz at it, sah, en dey do mos' kill me, dey sk'yers +me so. Please to don't tell nobody 'bout it sah, er ole Mars +Silas he'll scole me; 'kase he say dey AIN'T no witches. I jis' +wish to goodness he was heah now—DEN what would he say! I +jis' bet he couldn' fine no way to git aroun' it DIS time. But +it's awluz jis' so; people dat's SOT, stays sot; dey won't look +into noth'n'en fine it out f'r deyselves, en when YOU fine it out +en tell um 'bout it, dey doan' b'lieve you."</p> + + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c34-299"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c34-299.jpg (84K)" src="images/c34-299.jpg" height="548" width="449"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>Tom give him a dime, and said we wouldn't tell nobody; and +told him to buy some more thread to tie up his wool with; and +then looks at Jim, and says:</p> + +<p>"I wonder if Uncle Silas is going to hang this nigger. If I +was to catch a nigger that was ungrateful enough to run away, I +wouldn't give him up, I'd hang him." And whilst the nigger +stepped to the door to look at the dime and bite it to see if it +was good, he whispers to Jim and says:</p> + +<p>"Don't ever let on to know us. And if you hear any digging +going on nights, it's us; we're going to set you free."</p> + +<p>Jim only had time to grab us by the hand and squeeze it; then +the nigger come back, and we said we'd come again some time if +the nigger wanted us to; and he said he would, more particular if +it was dark, because the witches went for him mostly in the dark, +and it was good to have folks around then.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<hr> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c35-300"></a> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c35"></a> +<center> +<img alt="c35-300.jpg (159K)" src="images/c35-300.jpg" height="958" width="792"> +</center> + + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER XXXV.</p> + +<p>IT would be most an hour yet till breakfast, so we left and +struck down into the woods; because Tom said we got to have SOME +light to see how to dig by, and a lantern makes too much, and +might get us into trouble; what we must have was a lot of them +rotten chunks that's called fox-fire, and just makes a soft kind +of a glow when you lay them in a dark place. We fetched an +armful and hid it in the weeds, and set down to rest, and Tom +says, kind of dissatisfied:</p> + +<p>"Blame it, this whole thing is just as easy and awkward as it +can be. And so it makes it so rotten difficult to get up a +difficult plan. There ain't no watchman to be drugged—now +there OUGHT to be a watchman. There ain't even a dog to give a +sleeping-mixture to. And there's Jim chained by one leg, with a +ten-foot chain, to the leg of his bed: why, all you got to do is +to lift up the bedstead and slip off the chain. And Uncle Silas +he trusts everybody; sends the key to the punkin-headed nigger, +and don't send nobody to watch the nigger. Jim could a got out +of that window-hole before this, only there wouldn't be no use +trying to travel with a ten-foot chain on his leg. Why, drat it, +Huck, it's the stupidest arrangement I ever see. You got to +invent ALL the difficulties. Well, we can't help it; we got to +do the best we can with the materials we've got. Anyhow, there's +one thing—there's more honor in getting him out through a +lot of difficulties and dangers, where there warn't one of them +furnished to you by the people who it was their duty to furnish +them, and you had to contrive them all out of your own head. Now +look at just that one thing of the lantern. When you come down +to the cold facts, we simply got to LET ON that a lantern's +resky. Why, we could work with a torchlight procession if we +wanted to, I believe. Now, whilst I think of it, we got to hunt +up something to make a saw out of the first chance we get."</p> + +<p>"What do we want of a saw?"</p> + +<p>"What do we WANT of a saw? Hain't we got to saw the leg of +Jim's bed off, so as to get the chain loose?"</p> + +<p>"Why, you just said a body could lift up the bedstead and slip +the chain off."</p> + +<p>"Well, if that ain't just like you, Huck Finn. You CAN get up +the infant-schooliest ways of going at a thing. Why, hain't you +ever read any books at all?—Baron Trenck, nor Casanova, nor +Benvenuto Chelleeny, nor Henri IV., nor none of them heroes? Who +ever heard of getting a prisoner loose in such an old-maidy way +as that? No; the way all the best authorities does is to saw the +bed-leg in two, and leave it just so, and swallow the sawdust, so +it can't be found, and put some dirt and grease around the sawed +place so the very keenest seneskal can't see no sign of it's +being sawed, and thinks the bed-leg is perfectly sound. Then, the +night you're ready, fetch the leg a kick, down she goes; slip off +your chain, and there you are. Nothing to do but hitch your rope +ladder to the battlements, shin down it, break your leg in the +moat—because a rope ladder is nineteen foot too short, you +know—and there's your horses and your trusty vassles, and +they scoop you up and fling you across a saddle, and away you go +to your native Langudoc, or Navarre, or wherever it is. It's +gaudy, Huck. I wish there was a moat to this cabin. If we get +time, the night of the escape, we'll dig one."</p> + +<p>I says:</p> + +<p>"What do we want of a moat when we're going to snake him out +from under the cabin?"</p> + +<p>But he never heard me. He had forgot me and everything else. + He had his chin in his hand, thinking. Pretty soon he sighs and +shakes his head; then sighs again, and says:</p> + +<p>"No, it wouldn't do—there ain't necessity enough for +it."</p> + +<p>"For what?" I says.</p> + +<p>"Why, to saw Jim's leg off," he says.</p> + +<p>"Good land!" I says; "why, there ain't NO necessity for it. + And what would you want to saw his leg off for, anyway?"</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c35-302"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c35-302.jpg (47K)" src="images/c35-302.jpg" height="518" width="416"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<p>"Well, some of the best authorities has done it. They +couldn't get the chain off, so they just cut their hand off and +shoved. And a leg would be better still. But we got to let that +go. There ain't necessity enough in this case; and, besides, +Jim's a nigger, and wouldn't understand the reasons for it, and +how it's the custom in Europe; so we'll let it go. But there's +one thing—he can have a rope ladder; we can tear up our +sheets and make him a rope ladder easy enough. And we can send +it to him in a pie; it's mostly done that way. And I've et worse +pies."</p> + +<p>"Why, Tom Sawyer, how you talk," I says; "Jim ain't got no use +for a rope ladder."</p> + +<p>"He HAS got use for it. How YOU talk, you better say; you +don't know nothing about it. He's GOT to have a rope ladder; +they all do."</p> + +<p>"What in the nation can he DO with it?"</p> + +<p>"DO with it? He can hide it in his bed, can't he?" That's +what they all do; and HE'S got to, too. Huck, you don't ever +seem to want to do anything that's regular; you want to be +starting something fresh all the time. S'pose he DON'T do nothing +with it? ain't it there in his bed, for a clew, after he's gone? +and don't you reckon they'll want clews? Of course they will. + And you wouldn't leave them any? That would be a PRETTY +howdy-do, WOULDN'T it! I never heard of such a thing."</p> + +<p>"Well," I says, "if it's in the regulations, and he's got to +have it, all right, let him have it; because I don't wish to go +back on no regulations; but there's one thing, Tom +Sawyer—if we go to tearing up our sheets to make Jim a rope +ladder, we're going to get into trouble with Aunt Sally, just as +sure as you're born. Now, the way I look at it, a hickry-bark +ladder don't cost nothing, and don't waste nothing, and is just +as good to load up a pie with, and hide in a straw tick, as any +rag ladder you can start; and as for Jim, he ain't had no +experience, and so he don't care what kind of a—"</p> + +<p>"Oh, shucks, Huck Finn, if I was as ignorant as you I'd keep +still—that's what I'D do. Who ever heard of a state +prisoner escaping by a hickry-bark ladder? Why, it's perfectly +ridiculous."</p> + +<p>"Well, all right, Tom, fix it your own way; but if you'll take +my advice, you'll let me borrow a sheet off of the +clothesline."</p> + +<p>He said that would do. And that gave him another idea, and he +says:</p> + +<p>"Borrow a shirt, too."</p> + +<p>"What do we want of a shirt, Tom?"</p> + +<p>"Want it for Jim to keep a journal on."</p> + +<p>"Journal your granny—JIM can't write."</p> + +<p>"S'pose he CAN'T write—he can make marks on the shirt, +can't he, if we make him a pen out of an old pewter spoon or a +piece of an old iron barrel-hoop?"</p> + +<p>"Why, Tom, we can pull a feather out of a goose and make him a +better one; and quicker, too."</p> + +<p>"PRISONERS don't have geese running around the donjon-keep to +pull pens out of, you muggins. They ALWAYS make their pens out +of the hardest, toughest, troublesomest piece of old brass +candlestick or something like that they can get their hands on; +and it takes them weeks and weeks and months and months to file +it out, too, because they've got to do it by rubbing it on the +wall. THEY wouldn't use a goose-quill if they had it. It ain't +regular."</p> + +<p>"Well, then, what'll we make him the ink out of?"</p> + +<p>"Many makes it out of iron-rust and tears; but that's the +common sort and women; the best authorities uses their own blood. + Jim can do that; and when he wants to send any little common +ordinary mysterious message to let the world know where he's +captivated, he can write it on the bottom of a tin plate with a +fork and throw it out of the window. The Iron Mask always done +that, and it's a blame' good way, too."</p> + +<p>"Jim ain't got no tin plates. They feed him in a pan."</p> + +<p>"That ain't nothing; we can get him some."</p> + +<p>"Can't nobody READ his plates."</p> + +<p>"That ain't got anything to DO with it, Huck Finn. All HE'S +got to do is to write on the plate and throw it out. You don't +HAVE to be able to read it. Why, half the time you can't read +anything a prisoner writes on a tin plate, or anywhere else."</p> + +<p>"Well, then, what's the sense in wasting the plates?"</p> + +<p>"Why, blame it all, it ain't the PRISONER'S plates."</p> + +<p>"But it's SOMEBODY'S plates, ain't it?"</p> + +<p>"Well, spos'n it is? What does the PRISONER care +whose—"</p> + +<p>He broke off there, because we heard the breakfast-horn +blowing. So we cleared out for the house.</p> + + + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c35-305"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c35-305.jpg (68K)" src="images/c35-305.jpg" height="633" width="474"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + + + +<p>Along during the morning I borrowed a sheet and a white shirt +off of the clothes-line; and I found an old sack and put them in +it, and we went down and got the fox-fire, and put that in too. + I called it borrowing, because that was what pap always called +it; but Tom said it warn't borrowing, it was stealing. He said +we was representing prisoners; and prisoners don't care how they +get a thing so they get it, and nobody don't blame them for it, +either. It ain't no crime in a prisoner to steal the thing he +needs to get away with, Tom said; it's his right; and so, as long +as we was representing a prisoner, we had a perfect right to +steal anything on this place we had the least use for to get +ourselves out of prison with. He said if we warn't prisoners it +would be a very different thing, and nobody but a mean, ornery +person would steal when he warn't a prisoner. So we allowed we +would steal everything there was that come handy. And yet he +made a mighty fuss, one day, after that, when I stole a +watermelon out of the nigger-patch and eat it; and he made me go +and give the niggers a dime without telling them what it was for. +Tom said that what he meant was, we could steal anything we +NEEDED. Well, I says, I needed the watermelon. But he said I +didn't need it to get out of prison with; there's where the +difference was. He said if I'd a wanted it to hide a knife in, +and smuggle it to Jim to kill the seneskal with, it would a been +all right. So I let it go at that, though I couldn't see no +advantage in my representing a prisoner if I got to set down and +chaw over a lot of gold-leaf distinctions like that every time I +see a chance to hog a watermelon.</p> + +<p>Well, as I was saying, we waited that morning till everybody +was settled down to business, and nobody in sight around the +yard; then Tom he carried the sack into the lean-to whilst I +stood off a piece to keep watch. By and by he come out, and we +went and set down on the woodpile to talk. He says:</p> + +<p>"Everything's all right now except tools; and that's easy +fixed."</p> + +<p>"Tools?" I says.</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"Tools for what?"</p> + +<p>"Why, to dig with. We ain't a-going to GNAW him out, are +we?"</p> + +<p>"Ain't them old crippled picks and things in there good enough +to dig a nigger out with?" I says.</p> + +<p>He turns on me, looking pitying enough to make a body cry, and +says:</p> + +<p>"Huck Finn, did you EVER hear of a prisoner having picks and +shovels, and all the modern conveniences in his wardrobe to dig +himself out with? Now I want to ask you—if you got any +reasonableness in you at all—what kind of a show would THAT +give him to be a hero? Why, they might as well lend him the key +and done with it. Picks and shovels—why, they wouldn't +furnish 'em to a king."</p> + +<p>"Well, then," I says, "if we don't want the picks and shovels, +what do we want?"</p> + +<p>"A couple of case-knives."</p> + +<p>"To dig the foundations out from under that cabin with?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"Confound it, it's foolish, Tom."</p> + +<p>"It don't make no difference how foolish it is, it's the RIGHT +way—and it's the regular way. And there ain't no OTHER +way, that ever I heard of, and I've read all the books that gives +any information about these things. They always dig out with a +case-knife—and not through dirt, mind you; generly it's +through solid rock. And it takes them weeks and weeks and weeks, +and for ever and ever. Why, look at one of them prisoners in the +bottom dungeon of the Castle Deef, in the harbor of Marseilles, +that dug himself out that way; how long was HE at it, you +reckon?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know."</p> + +<p>"Well, guess."</p> + +<p>"I don't know. A month and a half."</p> + +<p>"THIRTY-SEVEN YEAR—and he come out in China. THAT'S the +kind. I wish the bottom of THIS fortress was solid rock."</p> + +<p>"JIM don't know nobody in China."</p> + +<p>"What's THAT got to do with it? Neither did that other +fellow. But you're always a-wandering off on a side issue. Why +can't you stick to the main point?"</p> + +<p>"All right—I don't care where he comes out, so he COMES +out; and Jim don't, either, I reckon. But there's one thing, +anyway—Jim's too old to be dug out with a case-knife. He +won't last."</p> + +<p>"Yes he will LAST, too. You don't reckon it's going to take +thirty-seven years to dig out through a DIRT foundation, do +you?"</p> + +<p>"How long will it take, Tom?"</p> + +<p>"Well, we can't resk being as long as we ought to, because it +mayn't take very long for Uncle Silas to hear from down there by +New Orleans. He'll hear Jim ain't from there. Then his next +move will be to advertise Jim, or something like that. So we +can't resk being as long digging him out as we ought to. By +rights I reckon we ought to be a couple of years; but we can't. + Things being so uncertain, what I recommend is this: that we +really dig right in, as quick as we can; and after that, we can +LET ON, to ourselves, that we was at it thirty-seven years. Then +we can snatch him out and rush him away the first time there's an +alarm. Yes, I reckon that 'll be the best way."</p> + +<p>"Now, there's SENSE in that," I says. "Letting on don't cost +nothing; letting on ain't no trouble; and if it's any object, I +don't mind letting on we was at it a hundred and fifty year. It +wouldn't strain me none, after I got my hand in. So I'll mosey +along now, and smouch a couple of case-knives."</p> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c35-307"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c35-307.jpg (48K)" src="images/c35-307.jpg" height="586" width="366"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>"Smouch three," he says; "we want one to make a saw out +of."</p> + +<p>"Tom, if it ain't unregular and irreligious to sejest it," I +says, "there's an old rusty saw-blade around yonder sticking +under the weather-boarding behind the smoke-house."</p> + +<p>He looked kind of weary and discouraged-like, and says:</p> + +<p>"It ain't no use to try to learn you nothing, Huck. Run along +and smouch the knives—three of them." 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(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 7 + Chapters XXXI. to XXXV. + +Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +Release Date: June 28, 2004 [EBook #7106] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HUCKLEBERRY FINN, PART 7. *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + +HUCKLEBERRY FINN + +By Mark Twain + +Part 7. + + + +CHAPTER XXXI. + +WE dasn't stop again at any town for days and days; kept right along down +the river. We was down south in the warm weather now, and a mighty long +ways from home. We begun to come to trees with Spanish moss on them, +hanging down from the limbs like long, gray beards. It was the first I +ever see it growing, and it made the woods look solemn and dismal. So +now the frauds reckoned they was out of danger, and they begun to work +the villages again. + +First they done a lecture on temperance; but they didn't make enough for +them both to get drunk on. Then in another village they started a +dancing-school; but they didn't know no more how to dance than a kangaroo +does; so the first prance they made the general public jumped in and +pranced them out of town. Another time they tried to go at yellocution; +but they didn't yellocute long till the audience got up and give them a +solid good cussing, and made them skip out. They tackled missionarying, +and mesmerizing, and doctoring, and telling fortunes, and a little of +everything; but they couldn't seem to have no luck. So at last they got +just about dead broke, and laid around the raft as she floated along, +thinking and thinking, and never saying nothing, by the half a day at a +time, and dreadful blue and desperate. + +And at last they took a change and begun to lay their heads together in +the wigwam and talk low and confidential two or three hours at a time. +Jim and me got uneasy. We didn't like the look of it. We judged they +was studying up some kind of worse deviltry than ever. We turned it over +and over, and at last we made up our minds they was going to break into +somebody's house or store, or was going into the counterfeit-money +business, or something. So then we was pretty scared, and made up an +agreement that we wouldn't have nothing in the world to do with such +actions, and if we ever got the least show we would give them the cold +shake and clear out and leave them behind. Well, early one morning we hid +the raft in a good, safe place about two mile below a little bit of a +shabby village named Pikesville, and the king he went ashore and told us +all to stay hid whilst he went up to town and smelt around to see if +anybody had got any wind of the Royal Nonesuch there yet. ("House to rob, +you MEAN," says I to myself; "and when you get through robbing it you'll +come back here and wonder what has become of me and Jim and the raft--and +you'll have to take it out in wondering.") And he said if he warn't back +by midday the duke and me would know it was all right, and we was to come +along. + +So we stayed where we was. The duke he fretted and sweated around, and +was in a mighty sour way. He scolded us for everything, and we couldn't +seem to do nothing right; he found fault with every little thing. +Something was a-brewing, sure. I was good and glad when midday come and +no king; we could have a change, anyway--and maybe a chance for THE +chance on top of it. So me and the duke went up to the village, and +hunted around there for the king, and by and by we found him in the back +room of a little low doggery, very tight, and a lot of loafers +bullyragging him for sport, and he a-cussing and a-threatening with all +his might, and so tight he couldn't walk, and couldn't do nothing to +them. The duke he begun to abuse him for an old fool, and the king begun +to sass back, and the minute they was fairly at it I lit out and shook +the reefs out of my hind legs, and spun down the river road like a deer, +for I see our chance; and I made up my mind that it would be a long day +before they ever see me and Jim again. I got down there all out of +breath but loaded up with joy, and sung out: + +"Set her loose, Jim! we're all right now!" + +But there warn't no answer, and nobody come out of the wigwam. Jim was +gone! I set up a shout--and then another--and then another one; and run +this way and that in the woods, whooping and screeching; but it warn't no +use--old Jim was gone. Then I set down and cried; I couldn't help it. +But I couldn't set still long. Pretty soon I went out on the road, +trying to think what I better do, and I run across a boy walking, and +asked him if he'd seen a strange nigger dressed so and so, and he says: + +"Yes." + +"Whereabouts?" says I. + +"Down to Silas Phelps' place, two mile below here. He's a runaway +nigger, and they've got him. Was you looking for him?" + +"You bet I ain't! I run across him in the woods about an hour or two +ago, and he said if I hollered he'd cut my livers out--and told me to lay +down and stay where I was; and I done it. Been there ever since; afeard +to come out." + +"Well," he says, "you needn't be afeard no more, becuz they've got him. +He run off f'm down South, som'ers." + +"It's a good job they got him." + +"Well, I RECKON! There's two hunderd dollars reward on him. It's like +picking up money out'n the road." + +"Yes, it is--and I could a had it if I'd been big enough; I see him +FIRST. Who nailed him?" + +"It was an old fellow--a stranger--and he sold out his chance in him for +forty dollars, becuz he's got to go up the river and can't wait. Think +o' that, now! You bet I'D wait, if it was seven year." + +"That's me, every time," says I. "But maybe his chance ain't worth no +more than that, if he'll sell it so cheap. Maybe there's something ain't +straight about it." + +"But it IS, though--straight as a string. I see the handbill myself. It +tells all about him, to a dot--paints him like a picture, and tells the +plantation he's frum, below NewrLEANS. No-sirree-BOB, they ain't no +trouble 'bout THAT speculation, you bet you. Say, gimme a chaw tobacker, +won't ye?" + +I didn't have none, so he left. I went to the raft, and set down in the +wigwam to think. But I couldn't come to nothing. I thought till I wore +my head sore, but I couldn't see no way out of the trouble. After all +this long journey, and after all we'd done for them scoundrels, here it +was all come to nothing, everything all busted up and ruined, because +they could have the heart to serve Jim such a trick as that, and make him +a slave again all his life, and amongst strangers, too, for forty dirty +dollars. + +Once I said to myself it would be a thousand times better for Jim to be a +slave at home where his family was, as long as he'd GOT to be a slave, +and so I'd better write a letter to Tom Sawyer and tell him to tell Miss +Watson where he was. But I soon give up that notion for two things: +she'd be mad and disgusted at his rascality and ungratefulness for +leaving her, and so she'd sell him straight down the river again; and if +she didn't, everybody naturally despises an ungrateful nigger, and they'd +make Jim feel it all the time, and so he'd feel ornery and disgraced. +And then think of ME! It would get all around that Huck Finn helped a +nigger to get his freedom; and if I was ever to see anybody from that +town again I'd be ready to get down and lick his boots for shame. That's +just the way: a person does a low-down thing, and then he don't want to +take no consequences of it. Thinks as long as he can hide, it ain't no +disgrace. That was my fix exactly. The more I studied about this the +more my conscience went to grinding me, and the more wicked and low-down +and ornery I got to feeling. And at last, when it hit me all of a sudden +that here was the plain hand of Providence slapping me in the face and +letting me know my wickedness was being watched all the time from up +there in heaven, whilst I was stealing a poor old woman's nigger that +hadn't ever done me no harm, and now was showing me there's One that's +always on the lookout, and ain't a-going to allow no such miserable +doings to go only just so fur and no further, I most dropped in my tracks +I was so scared. Well, I tried the best I could to kinder soften it up +somehow for myself by saying I was brung up wicked, and so I warn't so +much to blame; but something inside of me kept saying, "There was the +Sunday-school, you could a gone to it; and if you'd a done it they'd a +learnt you there that people that acts as I'd been acting about that +nigger goes to everlasting fire." + +It made me shiver. And I about made up my mind to pray, and see if I +couldn't try to quit being the kind of a boy I was and be better. So I +kneeled down. But the words wouldn't come. Why wouldn't they? It +warn't no use to try and hide it from Him. Nor from ME, neither. I +knowed very well why they wouldn't come. It was because my heart warn't +right; it was because I warn't square; it was because I was playing +double. I was letting ON to give up sin, but away inside of me I was +holding on to the biggest one of all. I was trying to make my mouth SAY +I would do the right thing and the clean thing, and go and write to that +nigger's owner and tell where he was; but deep down in me I knowed it was +a lie, and He knowed it. You can't pray a lie--I found that out. + +So I was full of trouble, full as I could be; and didn't know what to do. +At last I had an idea; and I says, I'll go and write the letter--and then +see if I can pray. Why, it was astonishing, the way I felt as light as a +feather right straight off, and my troubles all gone. So I got a piece +of paper and a pencil, all glad and excited, and set down and wrote: + +Miss Watson, your runaway nigger Jim is down here two mile below +Pikesville, and Mr. Phelps has got him and he will give him up for the +reward if you send. + +HUCK FINN. + +I felt good and all washed clean of sin for the first time I had ever +felt so in my life, and I knowed I could pray now. But I didn't do it +straight off, but laid the paper down and set there thinking--thinking +how good it was all this happened so, and how near I come to being lost +and going to hell. And went on thinking. And got to thinking over our +trip down the river; and I see Jim before me all the time: in the day +and in the night-time, sometimes moonlight, sometimes storms, and we +a-floating along, talking and singing and laughing. But somehow I +couldn't seem to strike no places to harden me against him, but only the +other kind. I'd see him standing my watch on top of his'n, 'stead of +calling me, so I could go on sleeping; and see him how glad he was when I +come back out of the fog; and when I come to him again in the swamp, up +there where the feud was; and such-like times; and would always call me +honey, and pet me and do everything he could think of for me, and how +good he always was; and at last I struck the time I saved him by telling +the men we had small-pox aboard, and he was so grateful, and said I was +the best friend old Jim ever had in the world, and the ONLY one he's got +now; and then I happened to look around and see that paper. + +It was a close place. I took it up, and held it in my hand. I was +a-trembling, because I'd got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and +I knowed it. I studied a minute, sort of holding my breath, and then +says to myself: + +"All right, then, I'll GO to hell"--and tore it up. + +It was awful thoughts and awful words, but they was said. And I let them +stay said; and never thought no more about reforming. I shoved the whole +thing out of my head, and said I would take up wickedness again, which +was in my line, being brung up to it, and the other warn't. And for a +starter I would go to work and steal Jim out of slavery again; and if I +could think up anything worse, I would do that, too; because as long as I +was in, and in for good, I might as well go the whole hog. + +Then I set to thinking over how to get at it, and turned over some +considerable many ways in my mind; and at last fixed up a plan that +suited me. So then I took the bearings of a woody island that was down +the river a piece, and as soon as it was fairly dark I crept out with my +raft and went for it, and hid it there, and then turned in. I slept the +night through, and got up before it was light, and had my breakfast, and +put on my store clothes, and tied up some others and one thing or another +in a bundle, and took the canoe and cleared for shore. I landed below +where I judged was Phelps's place, and hid my bundle in the woods, and +then filled up the canoe with water, and loaded rocks into her and sunk +her where I could find her again when I wanted her, about a quarter of a +mile below a little steam sawmill that was on the bank. + +Then I struck up the road, and when I passed the mill I see a sign on it, +"Phelps's Sawmill," and when I come to the farm-houses, two or three +hundred yards further along, I kept my eyes peeled, but didn't see nobody +around, though it was good daylight now. But I didn't mind, because I +didn't want to see nobody just yet--I only wanted to get the lay of the +land. According to my plan, I was going to turn up there from the +village, not from below. So I just took a look, and shoved along, +straight for town. Well, the very first man I see when I got there was +the duke. He was sticking up a bill for the Royal Nonesuch--three-night +performance--like that other time. They had the cheek, them frauds! I +was right on him before I could shirk. He looked astonished, and says: + +"Hel-LO! Where'd YOU come from?" Then he says, kind of glad and eager, +"Where's the raft?--got her in a good place?" + +I says: + +"Why, that's just what I was going to ask your grace." + +Then he didn't look so joyful, and says: + +"What was your idea for asking ME?" he says. + +"Well," I says, "when I see the king in that doggery yesterday I says to +myself, we can't get him home for hours, till he's soberer; so I went +a-loafing around town to put in the time and wait. A man up and offered +me ten cents to help him pull a skiff over the river and back to fetch a +sheep, and so I went along; but when we was dragging him to the boat, and +the man left me a-holt of the rope and went behind him to shove him +along, he was too strong for me and jerked loose and run, and we after +him. We didn't have no dog, and so we had to chase him all over the +country till we tired him out. We never got him till dark; then we +fetched him over, and I started down for the raft. When I got there and +see it was gone, I says to myself, 'They've got into trouble and had to +leave; and they've took my nigger, which is the only nigger I've got in +the world, and now I'm in a strange country, and ain't got no property no +more, nor nothing, and no way to make my living;' so I set down and +cried. I slept in the woods all night. But what DID become of the raft, +then?--and Jim--poor Jim!" + +"Blamed if I know--that is, what's become of the raft. That old fool had +made a trade and got forty dollars, and when we found him in the doggery +the loafers had matched half-dollars with him and got every cent but what +he'd spent for whisky; and when I got him home late last night and found +the raft gone, we said, 'That little rascal has stole our raft and shook +us, and run off down the river.'" + +"I wouldn't shake my NIGGER, would I?--the only nigger I had in the +world, and the only property." + +"We never thought of that. Fact is, I reckon we'd come to consider him +OUR nigger; yes, we did consider him so--goodness knows we had trouble +enough for him. So when we see the raft was gone and we flat broke, +there warn't anything for it but to try the Royal Nonesuch another shake. +And I've pegged along ever since, dry as a powder-horn. Where's that ten +cents? Give it here." + +I had considerable money, so I give him ten cents, but begged him to +spend it for something to eat, and give me some, because it was all the +money I had, and I hadn't had nothing to eat since yesterday. He never +said nothing. The next minute he whirls on me and says: + +"Do you reckon that nigger would blow on us? We'd skin him if he done +that!" + +"How can he blow? Hain't he run off?" + +"No! That old fool sold him, and never divided with me, and the money's +gone." + +"SOLD him?" I says, and begun to cry; "why, he was MY nigger, and that +was my money. Where is he?--I want my nigger." + +"Well, you can't GET your nigger, that's all--so dry up your blubbering. +Looky here--do you think YOU'D venture to blow on us? Blamed if I think +I'd trust you. Why, if you WAS to blow on us--" + +He stopped, but I never see the duke look so ugly out of his eyes before. +I went on a-whimpering, and says: + +"I don't want to blow on nobody; and I ain't got no time to blow, nohow. +I got to turn out and find my nigger." + +He looked kinder bothered, and stood there with his bills fluttering on +his arm, thinking, and wrinkling up his forehead. At last he says: + +"I'll tell you something. We got to be here three days. If you'll +promise you won't blow, and won't let the nigger blow, I'll tell you +where to find him." + +So I promised, and he says: + +"A farmer by the name of Silas Ph--" and then he stopped. You see, he +started to tell me the truth; but when he stopped that way, and begun to +study and think again, I reckoned he was changing his mind. And so he +was. He wouldn't trust me; he wanted to make sure of having me out of the +way the whole three days. So pretty soon he says: + +"The man that bought him is named Abram Foster--Abram G. Foster--and he +lives forty mile back here in the country, on the road to Lafayette." + +"All right," I says, "I can walk it in three days. And I'll start this +very afternoon." + +"No you wont, you'll start NOW; and don't you lose any time about it, +neither, nor do any gabbling by the way. Just keep a tight tongue in +your head and move right along, and then you won't get into trouble with +US, d'ye hear?" + +That was the order I wanted, and that was the one I played for. I wanted +to be left free to work my plans. + +"So clear out," he says; "and you can tell Mr. Foster whatever you want +to. Maybe you can get him to believe that Jim IS your nigger--some idiots +don't require documents--leastways I've heard there's such down South +here. And when you tell him the handbill and the reward's bogus, maybe +he'll believe you when you explain to him what the idea was for getting +'em out. Go 'long now, and tell him anything you want to; but mind you +don't work your jaw any BETWEEN here and there." + +So I left, and struck for the back country. I didn't look around, but I +kinder felt like he was watching me. But I knowed I could tire him out +at that. I went straight out in the country as much as a mile before I +stopped; then I doubled back through the woods towards Phelps'. I +reckoned I better start in on my plan straight off without fooling +around, because I wanted to stop Jim's mouth till these fellows could get +away. I didn't want no trouble with their kind. I'd seen all I wanted +to of them, and wanted to get entirely shut of them. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXII. + +WHEN I got there it was all still and Sunday-like, and hot and sunshiny; +the hands was gone to the fields; and there was them kind of faint +dronings of bugs and flies in the air that makes it seem so lonesome and +like everybody's dead and gone; and if a breeze fans along and quivers +the leaves it makes you feel mournful, because you feel like it's spirits +whispering--spirits that's been dead ever so many years--and you always +think they're talking about YOU. As a general thing it makes a body wish +HE was dead, too, and done with it all. + +Phelps' was one of these little one-horse cotton plantations, and they +all look alike. A rail fence round a two-acre yard; a stile made out of +logs sawed off and up-ended in steps, like barrels of a different length, +to climb over the fence with, and for the women to stand on when they are +going to jump on to a horse; some sickly grass-patches in the big yard, +but mostly it was bare and smooth, like an old hat with the nap rubbed +off; big double log-house for the white folks--hewed logs, with the +chinks stopped up with mud or mortar, and these mud-stripes been +whitewashed some time or another; round-log kitchen, with a big broad, +open but roofed passage joining it to the house; log smoke-house back of +the kitchen; three little log nigger-cabins in a row t'other side the +smoke-house; one little hut all by itself away down against the back +fence, and some outbuildings down a piece the other side; ash-hopper and +big kettle to bile soap in by the little hut; bench by the kitchen door, +with bucket of water and a gourd; hound asleep there in the sun; more +hounds asleep round about; about three shade trees away off in a corner; +some currant bushes and gooseberry bushes in one place by the fence; +outside of the fence a garden and a watermelon patch; then the cotton +fields begins, and after the fields the woods. + +I went around and clumb over the back stile by the ash-hopper, and +started for the kitchen. When I got a little ways I heard the dim hum of +a spinning-wheel wailing along up and sinking along down again; and then +I knowed for certain I wished I was dead--for that IS the lonesomest +sound in the whole world. + +I went right along, not fixing up any particular plan, but just trusting +to Providence to put the right words in my mouth when the time come; for +I'd noticed that Providence always did put the right words in my mouth if +I left it alone. + +When I got half-way, first one hound and then another got up and went for +me, and of course I stopped and faced them, and kept still. And such +another powwow as they made! In a quarter of a minute I was a kind of a +hub of a wheel, as you may say--spokes made out of dogs--circle of +fifteen of them packed together around me, with their necks and noses +stretched up towards me, a-barking and howling; and more a-coming; you +could see them sailing over fences and around corners from everywheres. + +A nigger woman come tearing out of the kitchen with a rolling-pin in her +hand, singing out, "Begone YOU Tige! you Spot! begone sah!" and she +fetched first one and then another of them a clip and sent them howling, +and then the rest followed; and the next second half of them come back, +wagging their tails around me, and making friends with me. There ain't +no harm in a hound, nohow. + +And behind the woman comes a little nigger girl and two little nigger +boys without anything on but tow-linen shirts, and they hung on to their +mother's gown, and peeped out from behind her at me, bashful, the way +they always do. And here comes the white woman running from the house, +about forty-five or fifty year old, bareheaded, and her spinning-stick in +her hand; and behind her comes her little white children, acting the same +way the little niggers was going. She was smiling all over so she could +hardly stand--and says: + +"It's YOU, at last!--AIN'T it?" + +I out with a "Yes'm" before I thought. + +She grabbed me and hugged me tight; and then gripped me by both hands and +shook and shook; and the tears come in her eyes, and run down over; and +she couldn't seem to hug and shake enough, and kept saying, "You don't +look as much like your mother as I reckoned you would; but law sakes, I +don't care for that, I'm so glad to see you! Dear, dear, it does seem +like I could eat you up! Children, it's your cousin Tom!--tell him +howdy." + +But they ducked their heads, and put their fingers in their mouths, and +hid behind her. So she run on: + +"Lize, hurry up and get him a hot breakfast right away--or did you get +your breakfast on the boat?" + +I said I had got it on the boat. So then she started for the house, +leading me by the hand, and the children tagging after. When we got +there she set me down in a split-bottomed chair, and set herself down on +a little low stool in front of me, holding both of my hands, and says: + +"Now I can have a GOOD look at you; and, laws-a-me, I've been hungry for +it a many and a many a time, all these long years, and it's come at last! +We been expecting you a couple of days and more. What kep' you?--boat +get aground?" + +"Yes'm--she--" + +"Don't say yes'm--say Aunt Sally. Where'd she get aground?" + +I didn't rightly know what to say, because I didn't know whether the boat +would be coming up the river or down. But I go a good deal on instinct; +and my instinct said she would be coming up--from down towards Orleans. +That didn't help me much, though; for I didn't know the names of bars +down that way. I see I'd got to invent a bar, or forget the name of the +one we got aground on--or--Now I struck an idea, and fetched it out: + +"It warn't the grounding--that didn't keep us back but a little. We +blowed out a cylinder-head." + +"Good gracious! anybody hurt?" + +"No'm. Killed a nigger." + +"Well, it's lucky; because sometimes people do get hurt. Two years ago +last Christmas your uncle Silas was coming up from Newrleans on the old +Lally Rook, and she blowed out a cylinder-head and crippled a man. And I +think he died afterwards. He was a Baptist. Your uncle Silas knowed a +family in Baton Rouge that knowed his people very well. Yes, I remember +now, he DID die. Mortification set in, and they had to amputate him. +But it didn't save him. Yes, it was mortification--that was it. He +turned blue all over, and died in the hope of a glorious resurrection. +They say he was a sight to look at. Your uncle's been up to the town +every day to fetch you. And he's gone again, not more'n an hour ago; +he'll be back any minute now. You must a met him on the road, didn't +you?--oldish man, with a--" + +"No, I didn't see nobody, Aunt Sally. The boat landed just at daylight, +and I left my baggage on the wharf-boat and went looking around the town +and out a piece in the country, to put in the time and not get here too +soon; and so I come down the back way." + +"Who'd you give the baggage to?" + +"Nobody." + +"Why, child, it 'll be stole!" + +"Not where I hid it I reckon it won't," I says. + +"How'd you get your breakfast so early on the boat?" + +It was kinder thin ice, but I says: + +"The captain see me standing around, and told me I better have something +to eat before I went ashore; so he took me in the texas to the officers' +lunch, and give me all I wanted." + +I was getting so uneasy I couldn't listen good. I had my mind on the +children all the time; I wanted to get them out to one side and pump them +a little, and find out who I was. But I couldn't get no show, Mrs. +Phelps kept it up and run on so. Pretty soon she made the cold chills +streak all down my back, because she says: + +"But here we're a-running on this way, and you hain't told me a word +about Sis, nor any of them. Now I'll rest my works a little, and you +start up yourn; just tell me EVERYTHING--tell me all about 'm all every +one of 'm; and how they are, and what they're doing, and what they told +you to tell me; and every last thing you can think of." + +Well, I see I was up a stump--and up it good. Providence had stood by me +this fur all right, but I was hard and tight aground now. I see it +warn't a bit of use to try to go ahead--I'd got to throw up my hand. So +I says to myself, here's another place where I got to resk the truth. I +opened my mouth to begin; but she grabbed me and hustled me in behind the +bed, and says: + +"Here he comes! Stick your head down lower--there, that'll do; you can't +be seen now. Don't you let on you're here. I'll play a joke on him. +Children, don't you say a word." + +I see I was in a fix now. But it warn't no use to worry; there warn't +nothing to do but just hold still, and try and be ready to stand from +under when the lightning struck. + +I had just one little glimpse of the old gentleman when he come in; then +the bed hid him. Mrs. Phelps she jumps for him, and says: + +"Has he come?" + +"No," says her husband. + +"Good-NESS gracious!" she says, "what in the warld can have become of +him?" + +"I can't imagine," says the old gentleman; "and I must say it makes me +dreadful uneasy." + +"Uneasy!" she says; "I'm ready to go distracted! He MUST a come; and +you've missed him along the road. I KNOW it's so--something tells me +so." + +"Why, Sally, I COULDN'T miss him along the road--YOU know that." + +"But oh, dear, dear, what WILL Sis say! He must a come! You must a +missed him. He--" + +"Oh, don't distress me any more'n I'm already distressed. I don't know +what in the world to make of it. I'm at my wit's end, and I don't mind +acknowledging 't I'm right down scared. But there's no hope that he's +come; for he COULDN'T come and me miss him. Sally, it's terrible--just +terrible--something's happened to the boat, sure!" + +"Why, Silas! Look yonder!--up the road!--ain't that somebody coming?" + +He sprung to the window at the head of the bed, and that give Mrs. Phelps +the chance she wanted. She stooped down quick at the foot of the bed and +give me a pull, and out I come; and when he turned back from the window +there she stood, a-beaming and a-smiling like a house afire, and I +standing pretty meek and sweaty alongside. The old gentleman stared, and +says: + +"Why, who's that?" + +"Who do you reckon 't is?" + +"I hain't no idea. Who IS it?" + +"It's TOM SAWYER!" + +By jings, I most slumped through the floor! But there warn't no time to +swap knives; the old man grabbed me by the hand and shook, and kept on +shaking; and all the time how the woman did dance around and laugh and +cry; and then how they both did fire off questions about Sid, and Mary, +and the rest of the tribe. + +But if they was joyful, it warn't nothing to what I was; for it was like +being born again, I was so glad to find out who I was. Well, they froze +to me for two hours; and at last, when my chin was so tired it couldn't +hardly go any more, I had told them more about my family--I mean the +Sawyer family--than ever happened to any six Sawyer families. And I +explained all about how we blowed out a cylinder-head at the mouth of +White River, and it took us three days to fix it. Which was all right, +and worked first-rate; because THEY didn't know but what it would take +three days to fix it. If I'd a called it a bolthead it would a done just +as well. + +Now I was feeling pretty comfortable all down one side, and pretty +uncomfortable all up the other. Being Tom Sawyer was easy and +comfortable, and it stayed easy and comfortable till by and by I hear a +steamboat coughing along down the river. Then I says to myself, s'pose +Tom Sawyer comes down on that boat? And s'pose he steps in here any +minute, and sings out my name before I can throw him a wink to keep +quiet? + +Well, I couldn't HAVE it that way; it wouldn't do at all. I must go up +the road and waylay him. So I told the folks I reckoned I would go up to +the town and fetch down my baggage. The old gentleman was for going +along with me, but I said no, I could drive the horse myself, and I +druther he wouldn't take no trouble about me. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXIII. + +SO I started for town in the wagon, and when I was half-way I see a wagon +coming, and sure enough it was Tom Sawyer, and I stopped and waited till +he come along. I says "Hold on!" and it stopped alongside, and his mouth +opened up like a trunk, and stayed so; and he swallowed two or three +times like a person that's got a dry throat, and then says: + +"I hain't ever done you no harm. You know that. So, then, what you want +to come back and ha'nt ME for?" + +I says: + +"I hain't come back--I hain't been GONE." + +When he heard my voice it righted him up some, but he warn't quite +satisfied yet. He says: + +"Don't you play nothing on me, because I wouldn't on you. Honest injun, +you ain't a ghost?" + +"Honest injun, I ain't," I says. + +"Well--I--I--well, that ought to settle it, of course; but I can't +somehow seem to understand it no way. Looky here, warn't you ever +murdered AT ALL?" + +"No. I warn't ever murdered at all--I played it on them. You come in +here and feel of me if you don't believe me." + +So he done it; and it satisfied him; and he was that glad to see me again +he didn't know what to do. And he wanted to know all about it right off, +because it was a grand adventure, and mysterious, and so it hit him where +he lived. But I said, leave it alone till by and by; and told his driver +to wait, and we drove off a little piece, and I told him the kind of a +fix I was in, and what did he reckon we better do? He said, let him +alone a minute, and don't disturb him. So he thought and thought, and +pretty soon he says: + +"It's all right; I've got it. Take my trunk in your wagon, and let on +it's your'n; and you turn back and fool along slow, so as to get to the +house about the time you ought to; and I'll go towards town a piece, and +take a fresh start, and get there a quarter or a half an hour after you; +and you needn't let on to know me at first." + +I says: + +"All right; but wait a minute. There's one more thing--a thing that +NOBODY don't know but me. And that is, there's a nigger here that I'm +a-trying to steal out of slavery, and his name is JIM--old Miss Watson's +Jim." + +He says: + +"What! Why, Jim is--" + +He stopped and went to studying. I says: + +"I know what you'll say. You'll say it's dirty, low-down business; but +what if it is? I'm low down; and I'm a-going to steal him, and I want +you keep mum and not let on. Will you?" + +His eye lit up, and he says: + +"I'll HELP you steal him!" + +Well, I let go all holts then, like I was shot. It was the most +astonishing speech I ever heard--and I'm bound to say Tom Sawyer fell +considerable in my estimation. Only I couldn't believe it. Tom Sawyer a +NIGGER-STEALER! + +"Oh, shucks!" I says; "you're joking." + +"I ain't joking, either." + +"Well, then," I says, "joking or no joking, if you hear anything said +about a runaway nigger, don't forget to remember that YOU don't know +nothing about him, and I don't know nothing about him." + +Then we took the trunk and put it in my wagon, and he drove off his way +and I drove mine. But of course I forgot all about driving slow on +accounts of being glad and full of thinking; so I got home a heap too +quick for that length of a trip. The old gentleman was at the door, and +he says: + +"Why, this is wonderful! Whoever would a thought it was in that mare to +do it? I wish we'd a timed her. And she hain't sweated a hair--not a +hair. It's wonderful. Why, I wouldn't take a hundred dollars for that +horse now--I wouldn't, honest; and yet I'd a sold her for fifteen +before, and thought 'twas all she was worth." + +That's all he said. He was the innocentest, best old soul I ever see. +But it warn't surprising; because he warn't only just a farmer, he was a +preacher, too, and had a little one-horse log church down back of the +plantation, which he built it himself at his own expense, for a church +and schoolhouse, and never charged nothing for his preaching, and it was +worth it, too. There was plenty other farmer-preachers like that, and +done the same way, down South. + +In about half an hour Tom's wagon drove up to the front stile, and Aunt +Sally she see it through the window, because it was only about fifty +yards, and says: + +"Why, there's somebody come! I wonder who 'tis? Why, I do believe it's +a stranger. Jimmy" (that's one of the children) "run and tell Lize to +put on another plate for dinner." + +Everybody made a rush for the front door, because, of course, a stranger +don't come EVERY year, and so he lays over the yaller-fever, for +interest, when he does come. Tom was over the stile and starting for the +house; the wagon was spinning up the road for the village, and we was all +bunched in the front door. Tom had his store clothes on, and an +audience--and that was always nuts for Tom Sawyer. In them circumstances +it warn't no trouble to him to throw in an amount of style that was +suitable. He warn't a boy to meeky along up that yard like a sheep; no, +he come ca'm and important, like the ram. When he got a-front of us he +lifts his hat ever so gracious and dainty, like it was the lid of a box +that had butterflies asleep in it and he didn't want to disturb them, and +says: + +"Mr. Archibald Nichols, I presume?" + +"No, my boy," says the old gentleman, "I'm sorry to say 't your driver +has deceived you; Nichols's place is down a matter of three mile more. +Come in, come in." + +Tom he took a look back over his shoulder, and says, "Too late--he's out +of sight." + +"Yes, he's gone, my son, and you must come in and eat your dinner with +us; and then we'll hitch up and take you down to Nichols's." + +"Oh, I CAN'T make you so much trouble; I couldn't think of it. I'll walk +--I don't mind the distance." + +"But we won't LET you walk--it wouldn't be Southern hospitality to do it. +Come right in." + +"Oh, DO," says Aunt Sally; "it ain't a bit of trouble to us, not a bit in +the world. You must stay. It's a long, dusty three mile, and we can't +let you walk. And, besides, I've already told 'em to put on another +plate when I see you coming; so you mustn't disappoint us. Come right in +and make yourself at home." + +So Tom he thanked them very hearty and handsome, and let himself be +persuaded, and come in; and when he was in he said he was a stranger from +Hicksville, Ohio, and his name was William Thompson--and he made another +bow. + +Well, he run on, and on, and on, making up stuff about Hicksville and +everybody in it he could invent, and I getting a little nervious, and +wondering how this was going to help me out of my scrape; and at last, +still talking along, he reached over and kissed Aunt Sally right on the +mouth, and then settled back again in his chair comfortable, and was +going on talking; but she jumped up and wiped it off with the back of her +hand, and says: + +"You owdacious puppy!" + +He looked kind of hurt, and says: + +"I'm surprised at you, m'am." + +"You're s'rp--Why, what do you reckon I am? I've a good notion to take +and--Say, what do you mean by kissing me?" + +He looked kind of humble, and says: + +"I didn't mean nothing, m'am. I didn't mean no harm. I--I--thought +you'd like it." + +"Why, you born fool!" She took up the spinning stick, and it looked like +it was all she could do to keep from giving him a crack with it. "What +made you think I'd like it?" + +"Well, I don't know. Only, they--they--told me you would." + +"THEY told you I would. Whoever told you's ANOTHER lunatic. I never +heard the beat of it. Who's THEY?" + +"Why, everybody. They all said so, m'am." + +It was all she could do to hold in; and her eyes snapped, and her fingers +worked like she wanted to scratch him; and she says: + +"Who's 'everybody'? Out with their names, or ther'll be an idiot short." + +He got up and looked distressed, and fumbled his hat, and says: + +"I'm sorry, and I warn't expecting it. They told me to. They all told +me to. They all said, kiss her; and said she'd like it. They all said +it--every one of them. But I'm sorry, m'am, and I won't do it no more +--I won't, honest." + +"You won't, won't you? Well, I sh'd RECKON you won't!" + +"No'm, I'm honest about it; I won't ever do it again--till you ask me." + +"Till I ASK you! Well, I never see the beat of it in my born days! I +lay you'll be the Methusalem-numskull of creation before ever I ask you +--or the likes of you." + +"Well," he says, "it does surprise me so. I can't make it out, somehow. +They said you would, and I thought you would. But--" He stopped and +looked around slow, like he wished he could run across a friendly eye +somewheres, and fetched up on the old gentleman's, and says, "Didn't YOU +think she'd like me to kiss her, sir?" + +"Why, no; I--I--well, no, I b'lieve I didn't." + +Then he looks on around the same way to me, and says: + +"Tom, didn't YOU think Aunt Sally 'd open out her arms and say, 'Sid +Sawyer--'" + +"My land!" she says, breaking in and jumping for him, "you impudent young +rascal, to fool a body so--" and was going to hug him, but he fended her +off, and says: + +"No, not till you've asked me first." + +So she didn't lose no time, but asked him; and hugged him and kissed him +over and over again, and then turned him over to the old man, and he took +what was left. And after they got a little quiet again she says: + +"Why, dear me, I never see such a surprise. We warn't looking for YOU at +all, but only Tom. Sis never wrote to me about anybody coming but him." + +"It's because it warn't INTENDED for any of us to come but Tom," he says; +"but I begged and begged, and at the last minute she let me come, too; +so, coming down the river, me and Tom thought it would be a first-rate +surprise for him to come here to the house first, and for me to by and by +tag along and drop in, and let on to be a stranger. But it was a +mistake, Aunt Sally. This ain't no healthy place for a stranger to +come." + +"No--not impudent whelps, Sid. You ought to had your jaws boxed; I +hain't been so put out since I don't know when. But I don't care, I +don't mind the terms--I'd be willing to stand a thousand such jokes to +have you here. Well, to think of that performance! I don't deny it, I +was most putrified with astonishment when you give me that smack." + +We had dinner out in that broad open passage betwixt the house and the +kitchen; and there was things enough on that table for seven families +--and all hot, too; none of your flabby, tough meat that's laid in a +cupboard in a damp cellar all night and tastes like a hunk of old cold +cannibal in the morning. Uncle Silas he asked a pretty long blessing +over it, but it was worth it; and it didn't cool it a bit, neither, the +way I've seen them kind of interruptions do lots of times. There was a +considerable good deal of talk all the afternoon, and me and Tom was on +the lookout all the time; but it warn't no use, they didn't happen to say +nothing about any runaway nigger, and we was afraid to try to work up to +it. But at supper, at night, one of the little boys says: + +"Pa, mayn't Tom and Sid and me go to the show?" + +"No," says the old man, "I reckon there ain't going to be any; and you +couldn't go if there was; because the runaway nigger told Burton and me +all about that scandalous show, and Burton said he would tell the people; +so I reckon they've drove the owdacious loafers out of town before this +time." + +So there it was!--but I couldn't help it. Tom and me was to sleep in the +same room and bed; so, being tired, we bid good-night and went up to bed +right after supper, and clumb out of the window and down the +lightning-rod, and shoved for the town; for I didn't believe anybody was +going to give the king and the duke a hint, and so if I didn't hurry up +and give them one they'd get into trouble sure. + +On the road Tom he told me all about how it was reckoned I was murdered, +and how pap disappeared pretty soon, and didn't come back no more, and +what a stir there was when Jim run away; and I told Tom all about our +Royal Nonesuch rapscallions, and as much of the raft voyage as I had time +to; and as we struck into the town and up through the--here comes a +raging rush of people with torches, and an awful whooping and yelling, +and banging tin pans and blowing horns; and we jumped to one side to let +them go by; and as they went by I see they had the king and the duke +astraddle of a rail--that is, I knowed it WAS the king and the duke, +though they was all over tar and feathers, and didn't look like nothing +in the world that was human--just looked like a couple of monstrous big +soldier-plumes. Well, it made me sick to see it; and I was sorry for +them poor pitiful rascals, it seemed like I couldn't ever feel any +hardness against them any more in the world. It was a dreadful thing to +see. Human beings CAN be awful cruel to one another. + +We see we was too late--couldn't do no good. We asked some stragglers +about it, and they said everybody went to the show looking very innocent; +and laid low and kept dark till the poor old king was in the middle of +his cavortings on the stage; then somebody give a signal, and the house +rose up and went for them. + +So we poked along back home, and I warn't feeling so brash as I was +before, but kind of ornery, and humble, and to blame, somehow--though I +hadn't done nothing. But that's always the way; it don't make no +difference whether you do right or wrong, a person's conscience ain't got +no sense, and just goes for him anyway. If I had a yaller dog that +didn't know no more than a person's conscience does I would pison him. +It takes up more room than all the rest of a person's insides, and yet +ain't no good, nohow. Tom Sawyer he says the same. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXIV. + +WE stopped talking, and got to thinking. By and by Tom says: + +"Looky here, Huck, what fools we are to not think of it before! I bet I +know where Jim is." + +"No! Where?" + +"In that hut down by the ash-hopper. Why, looky here. When we was at +dinner, didn't you see a nigger man go in there with some vittles?" + +"Yes." + +"What did you think the vittles was for?" + +"For a dog." + +"So 'd I. Well, it wasn't for a dog." + +"Why?" + +"Because part of it was watermelon." + +"So it was--I noticed it. Well, it does beat all that I never thought +about a dog not eating watermelon. It shows how a body can see and don't +see at the same time." + +"Well, the nigger unlocked the padlock when he went in, and he locked it +again when he came out. He fetched uncle a key about the time we got up +from table--same key, I bet. Watermelon shows man, lock shows prisoner; +and it ain't likely there's two prisoners on such a little plantation, +and where the people's all so kind and good. Jim's the prisoner. All +right--I'm glad we found it out detective fashion; I wouldn't give +shucks for any other way. Now you work your mind, and study out a plan +to steal Jim, and I will study out one, too; and we'll take the one we +like the best." + +What a head for just a boy to have! If I had Tom Sawyer's head I +wouldn't trade it off to be a duke, nor mate of a steamboat, nor clown in +a circus, nor nothing I can think of. I went to thinking out a plan, but +only just to be doing something; I knowed very well where the right plan +was going to come from. Pretty soon Tom says: + +"Ready?" + +"Yes," I says. + +"All right--bring it out." + +"My plan is this," I says. "We can easy find out if it's Jim in there. +Then get up my canoe to-morrow night, and fetch my raft over from the +island. Then the first dark night that comes steal the key out of the +old man's britches after he goes to bed, and shove off down the river on +the raft with Jim, hiding daytimes and running nights, the way me and Jim +used to do before. Wouldn't that plan work?" + +"WORK? Why, cert'nly it would work, like rats a-fighting. But it's too +blame' simple; there ain't nothing TO it. What's the good of a plan that +ain't no more trouble than that? It's as mild as goose-milk. Why, Huck, +it wouldn't make no more talk than breaking into a soap factory." + +I never said nothing, because I warn't expecting nothing different; but I +knowed mighty well that whenever he got HIS plan ready it wouldn't have +none of them objections to it. + +And it didn't. He told me what it was, and I see in a minute it was +worth fifteen of mine for style, and would make Jim just as free a man as +mine would, and maybe get us all killed besides. So I was satisfied, and +said we would waltz in on it. I needn't tell what it was here, because I +knowed it wouldn't stay the way, it was. I knowed he would be changing +it around every which way as we went along, and heaving in new +bullinesses wherever he got a chance. And that is what he done. + +Well, one thing was dead sure, and that was that Tom Sawyer was in +earnest, and was actuly going to help steal that nigger out of slavery. +That was the thing that was too many for me. Here was a boy that was +respectable and well brung up; and had a character to lose; and folks at +home that had characters; and he was bright and not leather-headed; and +knowing and not ignorant; and not mean, but kind; and yet here he was, +without any more pride, or rightness, or feeling, than to stoop to this +business, and make himself a shame, and his family a shame, before +everybody. I COULDN'T understand it no way at all. It was outrageous, +and I knowed I ought to just up and tell him so; and so be his true +friend, and let him quit the thing right where he was and save himself. +And I DID start to tell him; but he shut me up, and says: + +"Don't you reckon I know what I'm about? Don't I generly know what I'm +about?" + +"Yes." + +"Didn't I SAY I was going to help steal the nigger?" + +"Yes." + +"WELL, then." + +That's all he said, and that's all I said. It warn't no use to say any +more; because when he said he'd do a thing, he always done it. But I +couldn't make out how he was willing to go into this thing; so I just let +it go, and never bothered no more about it. If he was bound to have it +so, I couldn't help it. + +When we got home the house was all dark and still; so we went on down to +the hut by the ash-hopper for to examine it. We went through the yard so +as to see what the hounds would do. They knowed us, and didn't make no +more noise than country dogs is always doing when anything comes by in +the night. When we got to the cabin we took a look at the front and the +two sides; and on the side I warn't acquainted with--which was the north +side--we found a square window-hole, up tolerable high, with just one +stout board nailed across it. I says: + +"Here's the ticket. This hole's big enough for Jim to get through if we +wrench off the board." + +Tom says: + +"It's as simple as tit-tat-toe, three-in-a-row, and as easy as playing +hooky. I should HOPE we can find a way that's a little more complicated +than THAT, Huck Finn." + +"Well, then," I says, "how 'll it do to saw him out, the way I done +before I was murdered that time?" + +"That's more LIKE," he says. "It's real mysterious, and troublesome, and +good," he says; "but I bet we can find a way that's twice as long. There +ain't no hurry; le's keep on looking around." + +Betwixt the hut and the fence, on the back side, was a lean-to that +joined the hut at the eaves, and was made out of plank. It was as long +as the hut, but narrow--only about six foot wide. The door to it was at +the south end, and was padlocked. Tom he went to the soap-kettle and +searched around, and fetched back the iron thing they lift the lid with; +so he took it and prized out one of the staples. The chain fell down, +and we opened the door and went in, and shut it, and struck a match, and +see the shed was only built against a cabin and hadn't no connection with +it; and there warn't no floor to the shed, nor nothing in it but some old +rusty played-out hoes and spades and picks and a crippled plow. The +match went out, and so did we, and shoved in the staple again, and the +door was locked as good as ever. Tom was joyful. He says; + +"Now we're all right. We'll DIG him out. It 'll take about a week!" + +Then we started for the house, and I went in the back door--you only have +to pull a buckskin latch-string, they don't fasten the doors--but that +warn't romantical enough for Tom Sawyer; no way would do him but he must +climb up the lightning-rod. But after he got up half way about three +times, and missed fire and fell every time, and the last time most busted +his brains out, he thought he'd got to give it up; but after he was +rested he allowed he would give her one more turn for luck, and this time +he made the trip. + +In the morning we was up at break of day, and down to the nigger cabins +to pet the dogs and make friends with the nigger that fed Jim--if it WAS +Jim that was being fed. The niggers was just getting through breakfast +and starting for the fields; and Jim's nigger was piling up a tin pan +with bread and meat and things; and whilst the others was leaving, the +key come from the house. + +This nigger had a good-natured, chuckle-headed face, and his wool was all +tied up in little bunches with thread. That was to keep witches off. He +said the witches was pestering him awful these nights, and making him see +all kinds of strange things, and hear all kinds of strange words and +noises, and he didn't believe he was ever witched so long before in his +life. He got so worked up, and got to running on so about his troubles, +he forgot all about what he'd been a-going to do. So Tom says: + +"What's the vittles for? Going to feed the dogs?" + +The nigger kind of smiled around gradually over his face, like when you +heave a brickbat in a mud-puddle, and he says: + +"Yes, Mars Sid, A dog. Cur'us dog, too. Does you want to go en look at +'im?" + +"Yes." + +I hunched Tom, and whispers: + +"You going, right here in the daybreak? THAT warn't the plan." + +"No, it warn't; but it's the plan NOW." + +So, drat him, we went along, but I didn't like it much. When we got in +we couldn't hardly see anything, it was so dark; but Jim was there, sure +enough, and could see us; and he sings out: + +"Why, HUCK! En good LAN'! ain' dat Misto Tom?" + +I just knowed how it would be; I just expected it. I didn't know nothing +to do; and if I had I couldn't a done it, because that nigger busted in +and says: + +"Why, de gracious sakes! do he know you genlmen?" + +We could see pretty well now. Tom he looked at the nigger, steady and +kind of wondering, and says: + +"Does WHO know us?" + +"Why, dis-yer runaway nigger." + +"I don't reckon he does; but what put that into your head?" + +"What PUT it dar? Didn' he jis' dis minute sing out like he knowed you?" + +Tom says, in a puzzled-up kind of way: + +"Well, that's mighty curious. WHO sung out? WHEN did he sing out? WHAT +did he sing out?" And turns to me, perfectly ca'm, and says, "Did YOU +hear anybody sing out?" + +Of course there warn't nothing to be said but the one thing; so I says: + +"No; I ain't heard nobody say nothing." + +Then he turns to Jim, and looks him over like he never see him before, +and says: + +"Did you sing out?" + +"No, sah," says Jim; "I hain't said nothing, sah." + +"Not a word?" + +"No, sah, I hain't said a word." + +"Did you ever see us before?" + +"No, sah; not as I knows on." + +So Tom turns to the nigger, which was looking wild and distressed, and +says, kind of severe: + +"What do you reckon's the matter with you, anyway? What made you think +somebody sung out?" + +"Oh, it's de dad-blame' witches, sah, en I wisht I was dead, I do. Dey's +awluz at it, sah, en dey do mos' kill me, dey sk'yers me so. Please to +don't tell nobody 'bout it sah, er ole Mars Silas he'll scole me; 'kase +he say dey AIN'T no witches. I jis' wish to goodness he was heah now +--DEN what would he say! I jis' bet he couldn' fine no way to git aroun' +it DIS time. But it's awluz jis' so; people dat's SOT, stays sot; dey +won't look into noth'n'en fine it out f'r deyselves, en when YOU fine it +out en tell um 'bout it, dey doan' b'lieve you." + +Tom give him a dime, and said we wouldn't tell nobody; and told him to +buy some more thread to tie up his wool with; and then looks at Jim, and +says: + +"I wonder if Uncle Silas is going to hang this nigger. If I was to catch +a nigger that was ungrateful enough to run away, I wouldn't give him up, +I'd hang him." And whilst the nigger stepped to the door to look at the +dime and bite it to see if it was good, he whispers to Jim and says: + +"Don't ever let on to know us. And if you hear any digging going on +nights, it's us; we're going to set you free." + +Jim only had time to grab us by the hand and squeeze it; then the nigger +come back, and we said we'd come again some time if the nigger wanted us +to; and he said he would, more particular if it was dark, because the +witches went for him mostly in the dark, and it was good to have folks +around then. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXV. + +IT would be most an hour yet till breakfast, so we left and struck down +into the woods; because Tom said we got to have SOME light to see how to +dig by, and a lantern makes too much, and might get us into trouble; what +we must have was a lot of them rotten chunks that's called fox-fire, and +just makes a soft kind of a glow when you lay them in a dark place. We +fetched an armful and hid it in the weeds, and set down to rest, and Tom +says, kind of dissatisfied: + +"Blame it, this whole thing is just as easy and awkward as it can be. +And so it makes it so rotten difficult to get up a difficult plan. There +ain't no watchman to be drugged--now there OUGHT to be a watchman. There +ain't even a dog to give a sleeping-mixture to. And there's Jim chained +by one leg, with a ten-foot chain, to the leg of his bed: why, all you +got to do is to lift up the bedstead and slip off the chain. And Uncle +Silas he trusts everybody; sends the key to the punkin-headed nigger, and +don't send nobody to watch the nigger. Jim could a got out of that +window-hole before this, only there wouldn't be no use trying to travel +with a ten-foot chain on his leg. Why, drat it, Huck, it's the stupidest +arrangement I ever see. You got to invent ALL the difficulties. Well, we +can't help it; we got to do the best we can with the materials we've got. +Anyhow, there's one thing--there's more honor in getting him out +through a lot of difficulties and dangers, where there warn't one of them +furnished to you by the people who it was their duty to furnish them, and +you had to contrive them all out of your own head. Now look at just that +one thing of the lantern. When you come down to the cold facts, we +simply got to LET ON that a lantern's resky. Why, we could work with a +torchlight procession if we wanted to, I believe. Now, whilst I think of +it, we got to hunt up something to make a saw out of the first chance we +get." + +"What do we want of a saw?" + +"What do we WANT of a saw? Hain't we got to saw the leg of Jim's bed +off, so as to get the chain loose?" + +"Why, you just said a body could lift up the bedstead and slip the chain +off." + +"Well, if that ain't just like you, Huck Finn. You CAN get up the +infant-schooliest ways of going at a thing. Why, hain't you ever read +any books at all?--Baron Trenck, nor Casanova, nor Benvenuto Chelleeny, +nor Henri IV., nor none of them heroes? Who ever heard of getting a +prisoner loose in such an old-maidy way as that? No; the way all the +best authorities does is to saw the bed-leg in two, and leave it just so, +and swallow the sawdust, so it can't be found, and put some dirt and +grease around the sawed place so the very keenest seneskal can't see no +sign of it's being sawed, and thinks the bed-leg is perfectly sound. +Then, the night you're ready, fetch the leg a kick, down she goes; slip +off your chain, and there you are. Nothing to do but hitch your rope +ladder to the battlements, shin down it, break your leg in the moat +--because a rope ladder is nineteen foot too short, you know--and there's +your horses and your trusty vassles, and they scoop you up and fling you +across a saddle, and away you go to your native Langudoc, or Navarre, or +wherever it is. It's gaudy, Huck. I wish there was a moat to this cabin. +If we get time, the night of the escape, we'll dig one." + +I says: + +"What do we want of a moat when we're going to snake him out from under +the cabin?" + +But he never heard me. He had forgot me and everything else. He had his +chin in his hand, thinking. Pretty soon he sighs and shakes his head; +then sighs again, and says: + +"No, it wouldn't do--there ain't necessity enough for it." + +"For what?" I says. + +"Why, to saw Jim's leg off," he says. + +"Good land!" I says; "why, there ain't NO necessity for it. And what +would you want to saw his leg off for, anyway?" + +"Well, some of the best authorities has done it. They couldn't get the +chain off, so they just cut their hand off and shoved. And a leg would +be better still. But we got to let that go. There ain't necessity +enough in this case; and, besides, Jim's a nigger, and wouldn't +understand the reasons for it, and how it's the custom in Europe; so +we'll let it go. But there's one thing--he can have a rope ladder; we +can tear up our sheets and make him a rope ladder easy enough. And we +can send it to him in a pie; it's mostly done that way. And I've et +worse pies." + +"Why, Tom Sawyer, how you talk," I says; "Jim ain't got no use for a rope +ladder." + +"He HAS got use for it. How YOU talk, you better say; you don't know +nothing about it. He's GOT to have a rope ladder; they all do." + +"What in the nation can he DO with it?" + +"DO with it? He can hide it in his bed, can't he?" That's what they all +do; and HE'S got to, too. Huck, you don't ever seem to want to do +anything that's regular; you want to be starting something fresh all the +time. S'pose he DON'T do nothing with it? ain't it there in his bed, for +a clew, after he's gone? and don't you reckon they'll want clews? Of +course they will. And you wouldn't leave them any? That would be a +PRETTY howdy-do, WOULDN'T it! I never heard of such a thing." + +"Well," I says, "if it's in the regulations, and he's got to have it, all +right, let him have it; because I don't wish to go back on no +regulations; but there's one thing, Tom Sawyer--if we go to tearing up +our sheets to make Jim a rope ladder, we're going to get into trouble +with Aunt Sally, just as sure as you're born. Now, the way I look at it, +a hickry-bark ladder don't cost nothing, and don't waste nothing, and is +just as good to load up a pie with, and hide in a straw tick, as any rag +ladder you can start; and as for Jim, he ain't had no experience, and so +he don't care what kind of a--" + +"Oh, shucks, Huck Finn, if I was as ignorant as you I'd keep still +--that's what I'D do. Who ever heard of a state prisoner escaping by a +hickry-bark ladder? Why, it's perfectly ridiculous." + +"Well, all right, Tom, fix it your own way; but if you'll take my advice, +you'll let me borrow a sheet off of the clothesline." + +He said that would do. And that gave him another idea, and he says: + +"Borrow a shirt, too." + +"What do we want of a shirt, Tom?" + +"Want it for Jim to keep a journal on." + +"Journal your granny--JIM can't write." + +"S'pose he CAN'T write--he can make marks on the shirt, can't he, if we +make him a pen out of an old pewter spoon or a piece of an old iron +barrel-hoop?" + +"Why, Tom, we can pull a feather out of a goose and make him a better +one; and quicker, too." + +"PRISONERS don't have geese running around the donjon-keep to pull pens +out of, you muggins. They ALWAYS make their pens out of the hardest, +toughest, troublesomest piece of old brass candlestick or something like +that they can get their hands on; and it takes them weeks and weeks and +months and months to file it out, too, because they've got to do it by +rubbing it on the wall. THEY wouldn't use a goose-quill if they had it. +It ain't regular." + +"Well, then, what'll we make him the ink out of?" + +"Many makes it out of iron-rust and tears; but that's the common sort and +women; the best authorities uses their own blood. Jim can do that; and +when he wants to send any little common ordinary mysterious message to +let the world know where he's captivated, he can write it on the bottom +of a tin plate with a fork and throw it out of the window. The Iron Mask +always done that, and it's a blame' good way, too." + +"Jim ain't got no tin plates. They feed him in a pan." + +"That ain't nothing; we can get him some." + +"Can't nobody READ his plates." + +"That ain't got anything to DO with it, Huck Finn. All HE'S got to do is +to write on the plate and throw it out. You don't HAVE to be able to +read it. Why, half the time you can't read anything a prisoner writes on +a tin plate, or anywhere else." + +"Well, then, what's the sense in wasting the plates?" + +"Why, blame it all, it ain't the PRISONER'S plates." + +"But it's SOMEBODY'S plates, ain't it?" + +"Well, spos'n it is? What does the PRISONER care whose--" + +He broke off there, because we heard the breakfast-horn blowing. So we +cleared out for the house. + +Along during the morning I borrowed a sheet and a white shirt off of the +clothes-line; and I found an old sack and put them in it, and we went +down and got the fox-fire, and put that in too. I called it borrowing, +because that was what pap always called it; but Tom said it warn't +borrowing, it was stealing. He said we was representing prisoners; and +prisoners don't care how they get a thing so they get it, and nobody +don't blame them for it, either. It ain't no crime in a prisoner to +steal the thing he needs to get away with, Tom said; it's his right; and +so, as long as we was representing a prisoner, we had a perfect right to +steal anything on this place we had the least use for to get ourselves +out of prison with. He said if we warn't prisoners it would be a very +different thing, and nobody but a mean, ornery person would steal when he +warn't a prisoner. So we allowed we would steal everything there was +that come handy. And yet he made a mighty fuss, one day, after that, +when I stole a watermelon out of the nigger-patch and eat it; and he made +me go and give the niggers a dime without telling them what it was for. +Tom said that what he meant was, we could steal anything we NEEDED. Well, +I says, I needed the watermelon. But he said I didn't need it to get out +of prison with; there's where the difference was. He said if I'd a +wanted it to hide a knife in, and smuggle it to Jim to kill the seneskal +with, it would a been all right. So I let it go at that, though I +couldn't see no advantage in my representing a prisoner if I got to set +down and chaw over a lot of gold-leaf distinctions like that every time I +see a chance to hog a watermelon. + +Well, as I was saying, we waited that morning till everybody was settled +down to business, and nobody in sight around the yard; then Tom he +carried the sack into the lean-to whilst I stood off a piece to keep +watch. By and by he come out, and we went and set down on the woodpile +to talk. He says: + +"Everything's all right now except tools; and that's easy fixed." + +"Tools?" I says. + +"Yes." + +"Tools for what?" + +"Why, to dig with. We ain't a-going to GNAW him out, are we?" + +"Ain't them old crippled picks and things in there good enough to dig a +nigger out with?" I says. + +He turns on me, looking pitying enough to make a body cry, and says: + +"Huck Finn, did you EVER hear of a prisoner having picks and shovels, and +all the modern conveniences in his wardrobe to dig himself out with? Now +I want to ask you--if you got any reasonableness in you at all--what kind +of a show would THAT give him to be a hero? Why, they might as well lend +him the key and done with it. Picks and shovels--why, they wouldn't +furnish 'em to a king." + +"Well, then," I says, "if we don't want the picks and shovels, what do we +want?" + +"A couple of case-knives." + +"To dig the foundations out from under that cabin with?" + +"Yes." + +"Confound it, it's foolish, Tom." + +"It don't make no difference how foolish it is, it's the RIGHT way--and +it's the regular way. And there ain't no OTHER way, that ever I heard +of, and I've read all the books that gives any information about these +things. They always dig out with a case-knife--and not through dirt, mind +you; generly it's through solid rock. And it takes them weeks and weeks +and weeks, and for ever and ever. Why, look at one of them prisoners in +the bottom dungeon of the Castle Deef, in the harbor of Marseilles, that +dug himself out that way; how long was HE at it, you reckon?" + +"I don't know." + +"Well, guess." + +"I don't know. A month and a half." + +"THIRTY-SEVEN YEAR--and he come out in China. THAT'S the kind. I wish +the bottom of THIS fortress was solid rock." + +"JIM don't know nobody in China." + +"What's THAT got to do with it? Neither did that other fellow. But +you're always a-wandering off on a side issue. Why can't you stick to +the main point?" + +"All right--I don't care where he comes out, so he COMES out; and Jim +don't, either, I reckon. But there's one thing, anyway--Jim's too old to +be dug out with a case-knife. He won't last." + +"Yes he will LAST, too. You don't reckon it's going to take thirty-seven +years to dig out through a DIRT foundation, do you?" + +"How long will it take, Tom?" + +"Well, we can't resk being as long as we ought to, because it mayn't take +very long for Uncle Silas to hear from down there by New Orleans. He'll +hear Jim ain't from there. Then his next move will be to advertise Jim, +or something like that. So we can't resk being as long digging him out +as we ought to. By rights I reckon we ought to be a couple of years; but +we can't. Things being so uncertain, what I recommend is this: that we +really dig right in, as quick as we can; and after that, we can LET ON, +to ourselves, that we was at it thirty-seven years. Then we can snatch +him out and rush him away the first time there's an alarm. Yes, I reckon +that 'll be the best way." + +"Now, there's SENSE in that," I says. "Letting on don't cost nothing; +letting on ain't no trouble; and if it's any object, I don't mind letting +on we was at it a hundred and fifty year. It wouldn't strain me none, +after I got my hand in. So I'll mosey along now, and smouch a couple of +case-knives." + +"Smouch three," he says; "we want one to make a saw out of." + +"Tom, if it ain't unregular and irreligious to sejest it," I says, +"there's an old rusty saw-blade around yonder sticking under the +weather-boarding behind the smoke-house." + +He looked kind of weary and discouraged-like, and says: + +"It ain't no use to try to learn you nothing, Huck. Run along and smouch +the knives--three of them." 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