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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Part 7
+by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
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+
+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."  So I done it.
+
+
+
+
+
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