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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: Tom Sawyer, Detective + +Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +Release Date: May 12, 2009 [EBook #93] +Last Updated: May 25, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TOM SAWYER, DETECTIVE *** + + + + +Produced by An Anonymous Volunteer, and David Widger + + + + + + +</pre> + + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + TOM SAWYER, DETECTIVE + </h1> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Mark Twain + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h2> + Contents + </h2> + <table summary=""> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. </a> + </td> + <td> + AN INVITATION FOR TOM AND HUCK + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. </a> + </td> + <td> + JAKE DUNLAP + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. </a> + </td> + <td> + A DIAMOND ROBBERY + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV. </a> + </td> + <td> + THE THREE SLEEPERS + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. </a> + </td> + <td> + A TRAGEDY IN THE WOODS + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. </a> + </td> + <td> + PLANS TO SECURE THE DIAMONDS + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII. </a> + </td> + <td> + A NIGHT’S VIGIL + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII. </a> + </td> + <td> + TALKING WITH THE GHOST + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX. </a> + </td> + <td> + FINDING OF JUBITER DUNLAP + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X. </a> + </td> + <td> + THE ARREST OF UNCLE SILAS + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI. </a> + </td> + <td> + TOM SAWYER DISCOVERS THE MURDERERS + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + </td> + </tr> + </table> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. AN INVITATION FOR TOM AND HUCK + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [Note: Strange as the incidents of this story are, they + are not inventions, but facts—even to the public confession + of the accused. I take them from an old-time Swedish + criminal trial, change the actors, and transfer the scenes + to America. I have added some details, but only a couple of + them are important ones. — M. T.] +</pre> + <p> + WELL, it was the next spring after me and Tom Sawyer set our old nigger + Jim free, the time he was chained up for a runaway slave down there on + Tom’s uncle Silas’s farm in Arkansaw. The frost was working out of the + ground, and out of the air, too, and it was getting closer and closer onto + barefoot time every day; and next it would be marble time, and next + mumbletypeg, and next tops and hoops, and next kites, and then right away + it would be summer and going in a-swimming. It just makes a boy homesick + to look ahead like that and see how far off summer is. Yes, and it sets + him to sighing and saddening around, and there’s something the matter with + him, he don’t know what. But anyway, he gets out by himself and mopes and + thinks; and mostly he hunts for a lonesome place high up on the hill in + the edge of the woods, and sets there and looks away off on the big + Mississippi down there a-reaching miles and miles around the points where + the timber looks smoky and dim it’s so far off and still, and everything’s + so solemn it seems like everybody you’ve loved is dead and gone, and you + ’most wish you was dead and gone too, and done with it all. + </p> + <p> + Don’t you know what that is? It’s spring fever. That is what the name of + it is. And when you’ve got it, you want—oh, you don’t quite know + what it is you DO want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want + it so! It seems to you that mainly what you want is to get away; get away + from the same old tedious things you’re so used to seeing and so tired of, + and set something new. That is the idea; you want to go and be a wanderer; + you want to go wandering far away to strange countries where everything is + mysterious and wonderful and romantic. And if you can’t do that, you’ll + put up with considerable less; you’ll go anywhere you CAN go, just so as + to get away, and be thankful of the chance, too. + </p> + <p> + Well, me and Tom Sawyer had the spring fever, and had it bad, too; but it + warn’t any use to think about Tom trying to get away, because, as he said, + his Aunt Polly wouldn’t let him quit school and go traipsing off somers + wasting time; so we was pretty blue. We was setting on the front steps one + day about sundown talking this way, when out comes his aunt Polly with a + letter in her hand and says: + </p> + <p> + “Tom, I reckon you’ve got to pack up and go down to Arkansaw—your + aunt Sally wants you.” + </p> + <p> + I ’most jumped out of my skin for joy. I reckoned Tom would fly at his + aunt and hug her head off; but if you believe me he set there like a rock, + and never said a word. It made me fit to cry to see him act so foolish, + with such a noble chance as this opening up. Why, we might lose it if he + didn’t speak up and show he was thankful and grateful. But he set there + and studied and studied till I was that distressed I didn’t know what to + do; then he says, very ca’m, and I could a shot him for it: + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he says, “I’m right down sorry, Aunt Polly, but I reckon I got to + be excused—for the present.” + </p> + <p> + His aunt Polly was knocked so stupid and so mad at the cold impudence of + it that she couldn’t say a word for as much as a half a minute, and this + gave me a chance to nudge Tom and whisper: + </p> + <p> + “Ain’t you got any sense? Sp’iling such a noble chance as this and + throwing it away?” + </p> + <p> + But he warn’t disturbed. He mumbled back: + </p> + <p> + “Huck Finn, do you want me to let her SEE how bad I want to go? Why, she’d + begin to doubt, right away, and imagine a lot of sicknesses and dangers + and objections, and first you know she’d take it all back. You lemme + alone; I reckon I know how to work her.” + </p> + <p> + Now I never would ’a’ thought of that. But he was right. Tom Sawyer was + always right—the levelest head I ever see, and always AT himself and + ready for anything you might spring on him. By this time his aunt Polly + was all straight again, and she let fly. She says: + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0181}.jpg" alt="{0181}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0181}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + “You’ll be excused! YOU will! Well, I never heard the like of it in all my + days! The idea of you talking like that to ME! Now take yourself off and + pack your traps; and if I hear another word out of you about what you’ll + be excused from and what you won’t, I lay I’LL excuse you—with a + hickory!” + </p> + <p> + She hit his head a thump with her thimble as we dodged by, and he let on + to be whimpering as we struck for the stairs. Up in his room he hugged me, + he was so out of his head for gladness because he was going traveling. And + he says: + </p> + <p> + “Before we get away she’ll wish she hadn’t let me go, but she won’t know + any way to get around it now. After what she’s said, her pride won’t let + her take it back.” + </p> + <p> + Tom was packed in ten minutes, all except what his aunt and Mary would + finish up for him; then we waited ten more for her to get cooled down and + sweet and gentle again; for Tom said it took her ten minutes to unruffle + in times when half of her feathers was up, but twenty when they was all + up, and this was one of the times when they was all up. Then we went down, + being in a sweat to know what the letter said. + </p> + <p> + She was setting there in a brown study, with it laying in her lap. We set + down, and she says: + </p> + <p> + “They’re in considerable trouble down there, and they think you and + Huck’ll be a kind of diversion for them—’comfort,’ they say. Much of + that they’ll get out of you and Huck Finn, I reckon. There’s a neighbor + named Brace Dunlap that’s been wanting to marry their Benny for three + months, and at last they told him point blank and once for all, he + COULDN’T; so he has soured on them, and they’re worried about it. I reckon + he’s somebody they think they better be on the good side of, for they’ve + tried to please him by hiring his no-account brother to help on the farm + when they can’t hardly afford it, and don’t want him around anyhow. Who + are the Dunlaps?” + </p> + <p> + “They live about a mile from Uncle Silas’s place, Aunt Polly—all the + farmers live about a mile apart down there—and Brace Dunlap is a + long sight richer than any of the others, and owns a whole grist of + niggers. He’s a widower, thirty-six years old, without any children, and + is proud of his money and overbearing, and everybody is a little afraid of + him. I judge he thought he could have any girl he wanted, just for the + asking, and it must have set him back a good deal when he found he + couldn’t get Benny. Why, Benny’s only half as old as he is, and just as + sweet and lovely as—well, you’ve seen her. Poor old Uncle Silas—why, + it’s pitiful, him trying to curry favor that way—so hard pushed and + poor, and yet hiring that useless Jubiter Dunlap to please his ornery + brother.” + </p> + <p> + “What a name—Jubiter! Where’d he get it?” + </p> + <p> + “It’s only just a nickname. I reckon they’ve forgot his real name long + before this. He’s twenty-seven, now, and has had it ever since the first + time he ever went in swimming. The school teacher seen a round brown mole + the size of a dime on his left leg above his knee, and four little bits of + moles around it, when he was naked, and he said it minded him of Jubiter + and his moons; and the children thought it was funny, and so they got to + calling him Jubiter, and he’s Jubiter yet. He’s tall, and lazy, and sly, + and sneaky, and ruther cowardly, too, but kind of good-natured, and wears + long brown hair and no beard, and hasn’t got a cent, and Brace boards him + for nothing, and gives him his old clothes to wear, and despises him. + Jubiter is a twin.” + </p> + <p> + “What’s t’other twin like?” + </p> + <p> + “Just exactly like Jubiter—so they say; used to was, anyway, but he + hain’t been seen for seven years. He got to robbing when he was nineteen + or twenty, and they jailed him; but he broke jail and got away—up + North here, somers. They used to hear about him robbing and burglaring now + and then, but that was years ago. He’s dead, now. At least that’s what + they say. They don’t hear about him any more.” + </p> + <p> + “What was his name?” + </p> + <p> + “Jake.” + </p> + <p> + There wasn’t anything more said for a considerable while; the old lady was + thinking. At last she says: + </p> + <p> + “The thing that is mostly worrying your aunt Sally is the tempers that + that man Jubiter gets your uncle into.” + </p> + <p> + Tom was astonished, and so was I. Tom says: + </p> + <p> + “Tempers? Uncle Silas? Land, you must be joking! I didn’t know he HAD any + temper.” + </p> + <p> + “Works him up into perfect rages, your aunt Sally says; says he acts as if + he would really hit the man, sometimes.” + </p> + <p> + “Aunt Polly, it beats anything I ever heard of. Why, he’s just as gentle + as mush.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, she’s worried, anyway. Says your uncle Silas is like a changed man, + on account of all this quarreling. And the neighbors talk about it, and + lay all the blame on your uncle, of course, because he’s a preacher and + hain’t got any business to quarrel. Your aunt Sally says he hates to go + into the pulpit he’s so ashamed; and the people have begun to cool toward + him, and he ain’t as popular now as he used to was.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, ain’t it strange? Why, Aunt Polly, he was always so good and kind + and moony and absent-minded and chuckle-headed and lovable—why, he + was just an angel! What CAN be the matter of him, do you reckon?” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. JAKE DUNLAP + </h2> + <p> + WE had powerful good luck; because we got a chance in a stern-wheeler from + away North which was bound for one of them bayous or one-horse rivers away + down Louisiana way, and so we could go all the way down the Upper + Mississippi and all the way down the Lower Mississippi to that farm in + Arkansaw without having to change steamboats at St. Louis; not so very + much short of a thousand miles at one pull. + </p> + <p> + A pretty lonesome boat; there warn’t but few passengers, and all old + folks, that set around, wide apart, dozing, and was very quiet. We was + four days getting out of the “upper river,” because we got aground so + much. But it warn’t dull—couldn’t be for boys that was traveling, of + course. + </p> + <p> + From the very start me and Tom allowed that there was somebody sick in the + stateroom next to ourn, because the meals was always toted in there by the + waiters. By and by we asked about it—Tom did and the waiter said it + was a man, but he didn’t look sick. + </p> + <p> + “Well, but AIN’T he sick?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know; maybe he is, but ’pears to me he’s just letting on.” + </p> + <p> + “What makes you think that?” + </p> + <p> + “Because if he was sick he would pull his clothes off SOME time or other—don’t + you reckon he would? Well, this one don’t. At least he don’t ever pull off + his boots, anyway.” + </p> + <p> + “The mischief he don’t! Not even when he goes to bed?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + It was always nuts for Tom Sawyer—a mystery was. If you’d lay out a + mystery and a pie before me and him, you wouldn’t have to say take your + choice; it was a thing that would regulate itself. Because in my nature I + have always run to pie, whilst in his nature he has always run to mystery. + People are made different. And it is the best way. Tom says to the waiter: + </p> + <p> + “What’s the man’s name?” + </p> + <p> + “Phillips.” + </p> + <p> + “Where’d he come aboard?” + </p> + <p> + “I think he got aboard at Elexandria, up on the Iowa line.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you reckon he’s a-playing?” + </p> + <p> + “I hain’t any notion—I never thought of it.” + </p> + <p> + I says to myself, here’s another one that runs to pie. + </p> + <p> + “Anything peculiar about him?—the way he acts or talks?” + </p> + <p> + “No—nothing, except he seems so scary, and keeps his doors locked + night and day both, and when you knock he won’t let you in till he opens + the door a crack and sees who it is.” + </p> + <p> + “By jimminy, it’s int’resting! I’d like to get a look at him. Say—the + next time you’re going in there, don’t you reckon you could spread the + door and—” + </p> + <p> + “No, indeedy! He’s always behind it. He would block that game.” + </p> + <p> + Tom studied over it, and then he says: + </p> + <p> + “Looky here. You lend me your apern and let me take him his breakfast in + the morning. I’ll give you a quarter.” + </p> + <p> + The boy was plenty willing enough, if the head steward wouldn’t mind. Tom + says that’s all right, he reckoned he could fix it with the head steward; + and he done it. He fixed it so as we could both go in with aperns on and + toting vittles. + </p> + <p> + He didn’t sleep much, he was in such a sweat to get in there and find out + the mystery about Phillips; and moreover he done a lot of guessing about + it all night, which warn’t no use, for if you are going to find out the + facts of a thing, what’s the sense in guessing out what ain’t the facts + and wasting ammunition? I didn’t lose no sleep. I wouldn’t give a dern to + know what’s the matter of Phillips, I says to myself. + </p> + <p> + Well, in the morning we put on the aperns and got a couple of trays of + truck, and Tom he knocked on the door. The man opened it a crack, and then + he let us in and shut it quick. By Jackson, when we got a sight of him, we + ’most dropped the trays! and Tom says: + </p> + <p> + “Why, Jubiter Dunlap, where’d YOU come from?” + </p> + <p> + Well, the man was astonished, of course; and first off he looked like he + didn’t know whether to be scared, or glad, or both, or which, but finally + he settled down to being glad; and then his color come back, though at + first his face had turned pretty white. So we got to talking together + while he et his breakfast. And he says: + </p> + <p> + “But I aint Jubiter Dunlap. I’d just as soon tell you who I am, though, if + you’ll swear to keep mum, for I ain’t no Phillips, either.” + </p> + <p> + Tom says: + </p> + <p> + “We’ll keep mum, but there ain’t any need to tell who you are if you ain’t + Jubiter Dunlap.” + </p> + <p> + “Why?” + </p> + <p> + “Because if you ain’t him you’re t’other twin, Jake. You’re the spit’n + image of Jubiter.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I’m Jake. But looky here, how do you come to know us Dunlaps?” + </p> + <p> + Tom told about the adventures we’d had down there at his uncle Silas’s + last summer, and when he see that there warn’t anything about his folks—or + him either, for that matter—that we didn’t know, he opened out and + talked perfectly free and candid. He never made any bones about his own + case; said he’d been a hard lot, was a hard lot yet, and reckoned he’d be + a hard lot plumb to the end. He said of course it was a dangerous life, + and—He give a kind of gasp, and set his head like a person that’s + listening. We didn’t say anything, and so it was very still for a second + or so, and there warn’t no sounds but the screaking of the woodwork and + the chug-chugging of the machinery down below. + </p> + <p> + Then we got him comfortable again, telling him about his people, and how + Brace’s wife had been dead three years, and Brace wanted to marry Benny + and she shook him, and Jubiter was working for Uncle Silas, and him and + Uncle Silas quarreling all the time—and then he let go and laughed. + </p> + <p> + “Land!” he says, “it’s like old times to hear all this tittle-tattle, and + does me good. It’s been seven years and more since I heard any. How do + they talk about me these days?” + </p> + <p> + “Who?” + </p> + <p> + “The farmers—and the family.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, they don’t talk about you at all—at least only just a mention, + once in a long time.” + </p> + <p> + “The nation!” he says, surprised; “why is that?” + </p> + <p> + “Because they think you are dead long ago.” + </p> + <p> + “No! Are you speaking true?—honor bright, now.” He jumped up, + excited. + </p> + <p> + “Honor bright. There ain’t anybody thinks you are alive.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I’m saved, I’m saved, sure! I’ll go home. They’ll hide me and save + my life. You keep mum. Swear you’ll keep mum—swear you’ll never, + never tell on me. Oh, boys, be good to a poor devil that’s being hunted + day and night, and dasn’t show his face! I’ve never done you any harm; + I’ll never do you any, as God is in the heavens; swear you’ll be good to + me and help me save my life.” + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0189}.jpg" alt="{0189}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0189}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + We’d a swore it if he’d been a dog; and so we done it. Well, he couldn’t + love us enough for it or be grateful enough, poor cuss; it was all he + could do to keep from hugging us. + </p> + <p> + We talked along, and he got out a little hand-bag and begun to open it, + and told us to turn our backs. We done it, and when he told us to turn + again he was perfectly different to what he was before. He had on blue + goggles and the naturalest-looking long brown whiskers and mustashes you + ever see. His own mother wouldn’t ’a’ knowed him. He asked us if he looked + like his brother Jubiter, now. + </p> + <p> + “No,” Tom said; “there ain’t anything left that’s like him except the long + hair.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, I’ll get that cropped close to my head before I get there; + then him and Brace will keep my secret, and I’ll live with them as being a + stranger, and the neighbors won’t ever guess me out. What do you think?” + </p> + <p> + Tom he studied awhile, then he says: + </p> + <p> + “Well, of course me and Huck are going to keep mum there, but if you don’t + keep mum yourself there’s going to be a little bit of a risk—it + ain’t much, maybe, but it’s a little. I mean, if you talk, won’t people + notice that your voice is just like Jubiter’s; and mightn’t it make them + think of the twin they reckoned was dead, but maybe after all was hid all + this time under another name?” + </p> + <p> + “By George,” he says, “you’re a sharp one! You’re perfectly right. I’ve + got to play deef and dumb when there’s a neighbor around. If I’d a struck + for home and forgot that little detail—However, I wasn’t striking + for home. I was breaking for any place where I could get away from these + fellows that are after me; then I was going to put on this disguise and + get some different clothes, and—” + </p> + <p> + He jumped for the outside door and laid his ear against it and listened, + pale and kind of panting. Presently he whispers: + </p> + <p> + “Sounded like cocking a gun! Lord, what a life to lead!” + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0193}.jpg" alt="{0193}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0193}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + Then he sunk down in a chair all limp and sick like, and wiped the sweat + off of his face. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. A DIAMOND ROBBERY + </h2> + <p> + FROM that time out, we was with him ’most all the time, and one or t’other + of us slept in his upper berth. He said he had been so lonesome, and it + was such a comfort to him to have company, and somebody to talk to in his + troubles. We was in a sweat to find out what his secret was, but Tom said + the best way was not to seem anxious, then likely he would drop into it + himself in one of his talks, but if we got to asking questions he would + get suspicious and shet up his shell. It turned out just so. It warn’t no + trouble to see that he WANTED to talk about it, but always along at first + he would scare away from it when he got on the very edge of it, and go to + talking about something else. The way it come about was this: He got to + asking us, kind of indifferent like, about the passengers down on deck. We + told him about them. But he warn’t satisfied; we warn’t particular enough. + He told us to describe them better. Tom done it. At last, when Tom was + describing one of the roughest and raggedest ones, he gave a shiver and a + gasp and says: + </p> + <p> + “Oh, lordy, that’s one of them! They’re aboard sure—I just knowed + it. I sort of hoped I had got away, but I never believed it. Go on.” + </p> + <p> + Presently when Tom was describing another mangy, rough deck passenger, he + give that shiver again and says: + </p> + <p> + “That’s him!—that’s the other one. If it would only come a good + black stormy night and I could get ashore. You see, they’ve got spies on + me. They’ve got a right to come up and buy drinks at the bar yonder + forrard, and they take that chance to bribe somebody to keep watch on me—porter + or boots or somebody. If I was to slip ashore without anybody seeing me, + they would know it inside of an hour.” + </p> + <p> + So then he got to wandering along, and pretty soon, sure enough, he was + telling! He was poking along through his ups and downs, and when he come + to that place he went right along. He says: + </p> + <p> + “It was a confidence game. We played it on a julery-shop in St. Louis. + What we was after was a couple of noble big di’monds as big as hazel-nuts, + which everybody was running to see. We was dressed up fine, and we played + it on them in broad daylight. We ordered the di’monds sent to the hotel + for us to see if we wanted to buy, and when we was examining them we had + paste counterfeits all ready, and THEM was the things that went back to + the shop when we said the water wasn’t quite fine enough for twelve + thousand dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “Twelve-thousand-dollars!” Tom says. “Was they really worth all that + money, do you reckon?” + </p> + <p> + “Every cent of it.” + </p> + <p> + “And you fellows got away with them?” + </p> + <p> + “As easy as nothing. I don’t reckon the julery people know they’ve been + robbed yet. But it wouldn’t be good sense to stay around St. Louis, of + course, so we considered where we’d go. One was for going one way, one + another, so we throwed up, heads or tails, and the Upper Mississippi won. + We done up the di’monds in a paper and put our names on it and put it in + the keep of the hotel clerk, and told him not to ever let either of us + have it again without the others was on hand to see it done; then we went + down town, each by his own self—because I reckon maybe we all had + the same notion. I don’t know for certain, but I reckon maybe we had.” + </p> + <p> + “What notion?” Tom says. + </p> + <p> + “To rob the others.” + </p> + <p> + “What—one take everything, after all of you had helped to get it?” + </p> + <p> + “Cert’nly.” + </p> + <p> + It disgusted Tom Sawyer, and he said it was the orneriest, low-downest + thing he ever heard of. But Jake Dunlap said it warn’t unusual in the + profession. Said when a person was in that line of business he’d got to + look out for his own intrust, there warn’t nobody else going to do it for + him. And then he went on. He says: + </p> + <p> + “You see, the trouble was, you couldn’t divide up two di’monds amongst + three. If there’d been three—But never mind about that, there warn’t + three. I loafed along the back streets studying and studying. And I says + to myself, I’ll hog them di’monds the first chance I get, and I’ll have a + disguise all ready, and I’ll give the boys the slip, and when I’m safe + away I’ll put it on, and then let them find me if they can. So I got the + false whiskers and the goggles and this countrified suit of clothes, and + fetched them along back in a hand-bag; and when I was passing a shop where + they sell all sorts of things, I got a glimpse of one of my pals through + the window. It was Bud Dixon. I was glad, you bet. I says to myself, I’ll + see what he buys. So I kept shady, and watched. Now what do you reckon it + was he bought?” + </p> + <p> + “Whiskers?” said I. + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Goggles?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, keep still, Huck Finn, can’t you, you’re only just hendering all you + can. What WAS it he bought, Jake?” + </p> + <p> + “You’d never guess in the world. It was only just a screwdriver—just + a wee little bit of a screwdriver.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I declare! What did he want with that?” + </p> + <p> + “That’s what I thought. It was curious. It clean stumped me. I says to + myself, what can he want with that thing? Well, when he come out I stood + back out of sight, and then tracked him to a second-hand slop-shop and see + him buy a red flannel shirt and some old ragged clothes—just the + ones he’s got on now, as you’ve described. Then I went down to the wharf + and hid my things aboard the up-river boat that we had picked out, and + then started back and had another streak of luck. I seen our other pal lay + in HIS stock of old rusty second-handers. We got the di’monds and went + aboard the boat. + </p> + <p> + “But now we was up a stump, for we couldn’t go to bed. We had to set up + and watch one another. Pity, that was; pity to put that kind of a strain + on us, because there was bad blood between us from a couple of weeks back, + and we was only friends in the way of business. Bad anyway, seeing there + was only two di’monds betwixt three men. First we had supper, and then + tramped up and down the deck together smoking till most midnight; then we + went and set down in my stateroom and locked the doors and looked in the + piece of paper to see if the di’monds was all right, then laid it on the + lower berth right in full sight; and there we set, and set, and by-and-by + it got to be dreadful hard to keep awake. At last Bud Dixon he dropped + off. As soon as he was snoring a good regular gait that was likely to + last, and had his chin on his breast and looked permanent, Hal Clayton + nodded towards the di’monds and then towards the outside door, and I + understood. I reached and got the paper, and then we stood up and waited + perfectly still; Bud never stirred; I turned the key of the outside door + very soft and slow, then turned the knob the same way, and we went + tiptoeing out onto the guard, and shut the door very soft and gentle. + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0199}.jpg" alt="{0199}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0199}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + “There warn’t nobody stirring anywhere, and the boat was slipping along, + swift and steady, through the big water in the smoky moonlight. We never + said a word, but went straight up onto the hurricane-deck and plumb back + aft, and set down on the end of the sky-light. Both of us knowed what that + meant, without having to explain to one another. Bud Dixon would wake up + and miss the swag, and would come straight for us, for he ain’t afeard of + anything or anybody, that man ain’t. He would come, and we would heave him + overboard, or get killed trying. It made me shiver, because I ain’t as + brave as some people, but if I showed the white feather—well, I + knowed better than do that. I kind of hoped the boat would land somers, + and we could skip ashore and not have to run the risk of this row, I was + so scared of Bud Dixon, but she was an upper-river tub and there warn’t no + real chance of that. + </p> + <p> + “Well, the time strung along and along, and that fellow never come! Why, + it strung along till dawn begun to break, and still he never come. + ‘Thunder,’ I says, ‘what do you make out of this?—ain’t it + suspicious?’ ‘Land!’ Hal says, ‘do you reckon he’s playing us?—open + the paper!’ I done it, and by gracious there warn’t anything in it but a + couple of little pieces of loaf-sugar! THAT’S the reason he could set + there and snooze all night so comfortable. Smart? Well, I reckon! He had + had them two papers all fixed and ready, and he had put one of them in + place of t’other right under our noses. + </p> + <p> + “We felt pretty cheap. But the thing to do, straight off, was to make a + plan; and we done it. We would do up the paper again, just as it was, and + slip in, very elaborate and soft, and lay it on the bunk again, and let on + WE didn’t know about any trick, and hadn’t any idea he was a-laughing at + us behind them bogus snores of his’n; and we would stick by him, and the + first night we was ashore we would get him drunk and search him, and get + the di’monds; and DO for him, too, if it warn’t too risky. If we got the + swag, we’d GOT to do for him, or he would hunt us down and do for us, + sure. But I didn’t have no real hope. I knowed we could get him drunk—he + was always ready for that—but what’s the good of it? You might + search him a year and never find—Well, right there I catched my + breath and broke off my thought! For an idea went ripping through my head + that tore my brains to rags—and land, but I felt gay and good! You + see, I had had my boots off, to unswell my feet, and just then I took up + one of them to put it on, and I catched a glimpse of the heel-bottom, and + it just took my breath away. You remember about that puzzlesome little + screwdriver?” + </p> + <p> + “You bet I do,” says Tom, all excited. + </p> + <p> + “Well, when I catched that glimpse of that boot heel, the idea that went + smashing through my head was, I know where he’s hid the di’monds! You look + at this boot heel, now. See, it’s bottomed with a steel plate, and the + plate is fastened on with little screws. Now there wasn’t a screw about + that feller anywhere but in his boot heels; so, if he needed a + screwdriver, I reckoned I knowed why.” + </p> + <p> + “Huck, ain’t it bully!” says Tom. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I got my boots on, and we went down and slipped in and laid the + paper of sugar on the berth, and sat down soft and sheepish and went to + listening to Bud Dixon snore. Hal Clayton dropped off pretty soon, but I + didn’t; I wasn’t ever so wide awake in my life. I was spying out from + under the shade of my hat brim, searching the floor for leather. It took + me a long time, and I begun to think maybe my guess was wrong, but at last + I struck it. It laid over by the bulkhead, and was nearly the color of the + carpet. It was a little round plug about as thick as the end of your + little finger, and I says to myself there’s a di’mond in the nest you’ve + come from. Before long I spied out the plug’s mate. + </p> + <p> + “Think of the smartness and coolness of that blatherskite! He put up that + scheme on us and reasoned out what we would do, and we went ahead and done + it perfectly exact, like a couple of pudd’nheads. He set there and took + his own time to unscrew his heelplates and cut out his plugs and stick in + the di’monds and screw on his plates again. He allowed we would steal the + bogus swag and wait all night for him to come up and get drownded, and by + George it’s just what we done! I think it was powerful smart.” + </p> + <p> + “You bet your life it was!” says Tom, just full of admiration. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. THE THREE SLEEPERS + </h2> + <p> + WELL, all day we went through the humbug of watching one another, and it + was pretty sickly business for two of us and hard to act out, I can tell + you. About night we landed at one of them little Missouri towns high up + toward Iowa, and had supper at the tavern, and got a room upstairs with a + cot and a double bed in it, but I dumped my bag under a deal table in the + dark hall while we was moving along it to bed, single file, me last, and + the landlord in the lead with a tallow candle. We had up a lot of whisky, + and went to playing high-low-jack for dimes, and as soon as the whisky + begun to take hold of Bud we stopped drinking, but we didn’t let him stop. + We loaded him till he fell out of his chair and laid there snoring. + </p> + <p> + “We was ready for business now. I said we better pull our boots off, and + his’n too, and not make any noise, then we could pull him and haul him + around and ransack him without any trouble. So we done it. I set my boots + and Bud’s side by side, where they’d be handy. Then we stripped him and + searched his seams and his pockets and his socks and the inside of his + boots, and everything, and searched his bundle. Never found any di’monds. + We found the screwdriver, and Hal says, ‘What do you reckon he wanted with + that?’ I said I didn’t know; but when he wasn’t looking I hooked it. At + last Hal he looked beat and discouraged, and said we’d got to give it up. + That was what I was waiting for. I says: + </p> + <p> + “‘There’s one place we hain’t searched.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘What place is that?’ he says. + </p> + <p> + “‘His stomach.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘By gracious, I never thought of that! NOW we’re on the homestretch, to a + dead moral certainty. How’ll we manage?’ + </p> + <p> + “‘Well,’ I says, ‘just stay by him till I turn out and hunt up a drug + store, and I reckon I’ll fetch something that’ll make them di’monds tired + of the company they’re keeping.’ + </p> + <p> + “He said that’s the ticket, and with him looking straight at me I slid + myself into Bud’s boots instead of my own, and he never noticed. They was + just a shade large for me, but that was considerable better than being too + small. I got my bag as I went a-groping through the hall, and in about a + minute I was out the back way and stretching up the river road at a + five-mile gait. + </p> + <p> + “And not feeling so very bad, neither—walking on di’monds don’t have + no such effect. When I had gone fifteen minutes I says to myself, there’s + more’n a mile behind me, and everything quiet. Another five minutes and I + says there’s considerable more land behind me now, and there’s a man back + there that’s begun to wonder what’s the trouble. Another five and I says + to myself he’s getting real uneasy—he’s walking the floor now. + Another five, and I says to myself, there’s two mile and a half behind me, + and he’s AWFUL uneasy—beginning to cuss, I reckon. Pretty soon I + says to myself, forty minutes gone—he KNOWS there’s something up! + Fifty minutes—the truth’s a-busting on him now! he is reckoning I + found the di’monds whilst we was searching, and shoved them in my pocket + and never let on—yes, and he’s starting out to hunt for me. He’ll + hunt for new tracks in the dust, and they’ll as likely send him down the + river as up. + </p> + <p> + “Just then I see a man coming down on a mule, and before I thought I + jumped into the bush. It was stupid! When he got abreast he stopped and + waited a little for me to come out; then he rode on again. But I didn’t + feel gay any more. I says to myself I’ve botched my chances by that; I + surely have, if he meets up with Hal Clayton. + </p> + <p> + “Well, about three in the morning I fetched Elexandria and see this + stern-wheeler laying there, and was very glad, because I felt perfectly + safe, now, you know. It was just daybreak. I went aboard and got this + stateroom and put on these clothes and went up in the pilot-house—to + watch, though I didn’t reckon there was any need of it. I set there and + played with my di’monds and waited and waited for the boat to start, but + she didn’t. You see, they was mending her machinery, but I didn’t know + anything about it, not being very much used to steamboats. + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0209}.jpg" alt="{0209}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0209}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + “Well, to cut the tale short, we never left there till plumb noon; and + long before that I was hid in this stateroom; for before breakfast I see a + man coming, away off, that had a gait like Hal Clayton’s, and it made me + just sick. I says to myself, if he finds out I’m aboard this boat, he’s + got me like a rat in a trap. All he’s got to do is to have me watched, and + wait—wait till I slip ashore, thinking he is a thousand miles away, + then slip after me and dog me to a good place and make me give up the + di’monds, and then he’ll—oh, I know what he’ll do! Ain’t it awful—awful! + And now to think the OTHER one’s aboard, too! Oh, ain’t it hard luck, boys—ain’t + it hard! But you’ll help save me, WON’T you?—oh, boys, be good to a + poor devil that’s being hunted to death, and save me—I’ll worship + the very ground you walk on!” + </p> + <p> + We turned in and soothed him down and told him we would plan for him and + help him, and he needn’t be so afeard; and so by and by he got to feeling + kind of comfortable again, and unscrewed his heelplates and held up his + di’monds this way and that, admiring them and loving them; and when the + light struck into them they WAS beautiful, sure; why, they seemed to kind + of bust, and snap fire out all around. But all the same I judged he was a + fool. If I had been him I would a handed the di’monds to them pals and got + them to go ashore and leave me alone. But he was made different. He said + it was a whole fortune and he couldn’t bear the idea. + </p> + <p> + Twice we stopped to fix the machinery and laid a good while, once in the + night; but it wasn’t dark enough, and he was afeard to skip. But the third + time we had to fix it there was a better chance. We laid up at a country + woodyard about forty mile above Uncle Silas’s place a little after one at + night, and it was thickening up and going to storm. So Jake he laid for a + chance to slide. We begun to take in wood. Pretty soon the rain come + a-drenching down, and the wind blowed hard. Of course every boat-hand + fixed a gunny sack and put it on like a bonnet, the way they do when they + are toting wood, and we got one for Jake, and he slipped down aft with his + hand-bag and come tramping forrard just like the rest, and walked ashore + with them, and when we see him pass out of the light of the torch-basket + and get swallowed up in the dark, we got our breath again and just felt + grateful and splendid. But it wasn’t for long. Somebody told, I reckon; + for in about eight or ten minutes them two pals come tearing forrard as + tight as they could jump and darted ashore and was gone. We waited plumb + till dawn for them to come back, and kept hoping they would, but they + never did. We was awful sorry and low-spirited. All the hope we had was + that Jake had got such a start that they couldn’t get on his track, and he + would get to his brother’s and hide there and be safe. + </p> + <p> + He was going to take the river road, and told us to find out if Brace and + Jubiter was to home and no strangers there, and then slip out about + sundown and tell him. Said he would wait for us in a little bunch of + sycamores right back of Tom’s uncle Silas’s tobacker field on the river + road, a lonesome place. + </p> + <p> + We set and talked a long time about his chances, and Tom said he was all + right if the pals struck up the river instead of down, but it wasn’t + likely, because maybe they knowed where he was from; more likely they + would go right, and dog him all day, him not suspecting, and kill him when + it come dark, and take the boots. So we was pretty sorrowful. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. A TRAGEDY IN THE WOODS + </h2> + <p> + WE didn’t get done tinkering the machinery till away late in the + afternoon, and so it was so close to sundown when we got home that we + never stopped on our road, but made a break for the sycamores as tight as + we could go, to tell Jake what the delay was, and have him wait till we + could go to Brace’s and find out how things was there. It was getting + pretty dim by the time we turned the corner of the woods, sweating and + panting with that long run, and see the sycamores thirty yards ahead of + us; and just then we see a couple of men run into the bunch and heard two + or three terrible screams for help. “Poor Jake is killed, sure,” we says. + We was scared through and through, and broke for the tobacker field and + hid there, trembling so our clothes would hardly stay on; and just as we + skipped in there, a couple of men went tearing by, and into the bunch they + went, and in a second out jumps four men and took out up the road as tight + as they could go, two chasing two. + </p> + <p> + We laid down, kind of weak and sick, and listened for more sounds, but + didn’t hear none for a good while but just our hearts. We was thinking of + that awful thing laying yonder in the sycamores, and it seemed like being + that close to a ghost, and it give me the cold shudders. The moon come + a-swelling up out of the ground, now, powerful big and round and bright, + behind a comb of trees, like a face looking through prison bars, and the + black shadders and white places begun to creep around, and it was + miserable quiet and still and night-breezy and graveyardy and scary. All + of a sudden Tom whispers: + </p> + <p> + “Look!—what’s that?” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t!” I says. “Don’t take a person by surprise that way. I’m ’most + ready to die, anyway, without you doing that.” + </p> + <p> + “Look, I tell you. It’s something coming out of the sycamores.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t, Tom!” + </p> + <p> + “It’s terrible tall!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, lordy-lordy! let’s—” + </p> + <p> + “Keep still—it’s a-coming this way.” + </p> + <p> + He was so excited he could hardly get breath enough to whisper. I had to + look. I couldn’t help it. So now we was both on our knees with our chins + on a fence rail and gazing—yes, and gasping too. It was coming down + the road—coming in the shadder of the trees, and you couldn’t see it + good; not till it was pretty close to us; then it stepped into a bright + splotch of moonlight and we sunk right down in our tracks—it was + Jake Dunlap’s ghost! That was what we said to ourselves. + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0215}.jpg" alt="{0215}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0215}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + We couldn’t stir for a minute or two; then it was gone. We talked about it + in low voices. Tom says: + </p> + <p> + “They’re mostly dim and smoky, or like they’re made out of fog, but this + one wasn’t.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” I says; “I seen the goggles and the whiskers perfectly plain.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and the very colors in them loud countrified Sunday clothes—plaid + breeches, green and black—” + </p> + <p> + “Cotton velvet westcot, fire-red and yaller squares—” + </p> + <p> + “Leather straps to the bottoms of the breeches legs and one of them + hanging unbottoned—” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and that hat—” + </p> + <p> + “What a hat for a ghost to wear!” + </p> + <p> + You see it was the first season anybody wore that kind—a black + stiff-brim stove-pipe, very high, and not smooth, with a round top—just + like a sugar-loaf. + </p> + <p> + “Did you notice if its hair was the same, Huck?” + </p> + <p> + “No—seems to me I did, then again it seems to me I didn’t.” + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t either; but it had its bag along, I noticed that.” + </p> + <p> + “So did I. How can there be a ghost-bag, Tom?” + </p> + <p> + “Sho! I wouldn’t be as ignorant as that if I was you, Huck Finn. Whatever + a ghost has, turns to ghost-stuff. They’ve got to have their things, like + anybody else. You see, yourself, that its clothes was turned to + ghost-stuff. Well, then, what’s to hender its bag from turning, too? Of + course it done it.” + </p> + <p> + That was reasonable. I couldn’t find no fault with it. Bill Withers and + his brother Jack come along by, talking, and Jack says: + </p> + <p> + “What do you reckon he was toting?” + </p> + <p> + “I dunno; but it was pretty heavy.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, all he could lug. Nigger stealing corn from old Parson Silas, I + judged.” + </p> + <p> + “So did I. And so I allowed I wouldn’t let on to see him.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s me, too.” + </p> + <p> + Then they both laughed, and went on out of hearing. It showed how + unpopular old Uncle Silas had got to be now. They wouldn’t ’a’ let a + nigger steal anybody else’s corn and never done anything to him. + </p> + <p> + We heard some more voices mumbling along towards us and getting louder, + and sometimes a cackle of a laugh. It was Lem Beebe and Jim Lane. Jim Lane + says: + </p> + <p> + “Who?—Jubiter Dunlap?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I don’t know. I reckon so. I seen him spading up some ground along + about an hour ago, just before sundown—him and the parson. Said he + guessed he wouldn’t go to-night, but we could have his dog if we wanted + him.” + </p> + <p> + “Too tired, I reckon.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes—works so hard!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you bet!” + </p> + <p> + They cackled at that, and went on by. Tom said we better jump out and tag + along after them, because they was going our way and it wouldn’t be + comfortable to run across the ghost all by ourselves. So we done it, and + got home all right. + </p> + <p> + That night was the second of September—a Saturday. I sha’n’t ever + forget it. You’ll see why, pretty soon. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. PLANS TO SECURE THE DIAMONDS + </h2> + <p> + WE tramped along behind Jim and Lem till we come to the back stile where + old Jim’s cabin was that he was captivated in, the time we set him free, + and here come the dogs piling around us to say howdy, and there was the + lights of the house, too; so we warn’t afeard any more, and was going to + climb over, but Tom says: + </p> + <p> + “Hold on; set down here a minute. By George!” + </p> + <p> + “What’s the matter?” says I. + </p> + <p> + “Matter enough!” he says. “Wasn’t you expecting we would be the first to + tell the family who it is that’s been killed yonder in the sycamores, and + all about them rapscallions that done it, and about the di’monds they’ve + smouched off of the corpse, and paint it up fine, and have the glory of + being the ones that knows a lot more about it than anybody else?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, of course. It wouldn’t be you, Tom Sawyer, if you was to let such a + chance go by. I reckon it ain’t going to suffer none for lack of paint,” I + says, “when you start in to scollop the facts.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, now,” he says, perfectly ca’m, “what would you say if I was to tell + you I ain’t going to start in at all?” + </p> + <p> + I was astonished to hear him talk so. I says: + </p> + <p> + “I’d say it’s a lie. You ain’t in earnest, Tom Sawyer?” + </p> + <p> + “You’ll soon see. Was the ghost barefooted?” + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0221}.jpg" alt="{0221}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0221}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + “No, it wasn’t. What of it?” + </p> + <p> + “You wait—I’ll show you what. Did it have its boots on?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. I seen them plain.” + </p> + <p> + “Swear it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I swear it.” + </p> + <p> + “So do I. Now do you know what that means?” + </p> + <p> + “No. What does it mean?” + </p> + <p> + “Means that them thieves DIDN’T GET THE DI’MONDS.” + </p> + <p> + “Jimminy! What makes you think that?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t only think it, I know it. Didn’t the breeches and goggles and + whiskers and hand-bag and every blessed thing turn to ghost-stuff? + Everything it had on turned, didn’t it? It shows that the reason its boots + turned too was because it still had them on after it started to go + ha’nting around, and if that ain’t proof that them blatherskites didn’t + get the boots, I’d like to know what you’d CALL proof.” + </p> + <p> + Think of that now. I never see such a head as that boy had. Why, I had + eyes and I could see things, but they never meant nothing to me. But Tom + Sawyer was different. When Tom Sawyer seen a thing it just got up on its + hind legs and TALKED to him—told him everything it knowed. I never + see such a head. + </p> + <p> + “Tom Sawyer,” I says, “I’ll say it again as I’ve said it a many a time + before: I ain’t fitten to black your boots. But that’s all right—that’s + neither here nor there. God Almighty made us all, and some He gives eyes + that’s blind, and some He gives eyes that can see, and I reckon it ain’t + none of our lookout what He done it for; it’s all right, or He’d ’a’ fixed + it some other way. Go on—I see plenty plain enough, now, that them + thieves didn’t get way with the di’monds. Why didn’t they, do you reckon?” + </p> + <p> + “Because they got chased away by them other two men before they could pull + the boots off of the corpse.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s so! I see it now. But looky here, Tom, why ain’t we to go and tell + about it?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, shucks, Huck Finn, can’t you see? Look at it. What’s a-going to + happen? There’s going to be an inquest in the morning. Them two men will + tell how they heard the yells and rushed there just in time to not save + the stranger. Then the jury’ll twaddle and twaddle and twaddle, and + finally they’ll fetch in a verdict that he got shot or stuck or busted + over the head with something, and come to his death by the inspiration of + God. And after they’ve buried him they’ll auction off his things for to + pay the expenses, and then’s OUR chance.” “How, Tom?” + </p> + <p> + “Buy the boots for two dollars!” + </p> + <p> + Well, it ’most took my breath. + </p> + <p> + “My land! Why, Tom, WE’LL get the di’monds!” + </p> + <p> + “You bet. Some day there’ll be a big reward offered for them—a + thousand dollars, sure. That’s our money! Now we’ll trot in and see the + folks. And mind you we don’t know anything about any murder, or any + di’monds, or any thieves—don’t you forget that.” + </p> + <p> + I had to sigh a little over the way he had got it fixed. I’d ’a’ SOLD them + di’monds—yes, sir—for twelve thousand dollars; but I didn’t + say anything. It wouldn’t done any good. I says: + </p> + <p> + “But what are we going to tell your aunt Sally has made us so long getting + down here from the village, Tom?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I’ll leave that to you,” he says. “I reckon you can explain it + somehow.” + </p> + <p> + He was always just that strict and delicate. He never would tell a lie + himself. + </p> + <p> + We struck across the big yard, noticing this, that, and t’other thing that + was so familiar, and we so glad to see it again, and when we got to the + roofed big passageway betwixt the double log house and the kitchen part, + there was everything hanging on the wall just as it used to was, even to + Uncle Silas’s old faded green baize working-gown with the hood to it, and + raggedy white patch between the shoulders that always looked like somebody + had hit him with a snowball; and then we lifted the latch and walked in. + Aunt Sally she was just a-ripping and a-tearing around, and the children + was huddled in one corner, and the old man he was huddled in the other and + praying for help in time of need. She jumped for us with joy and tears + running down her face and give us a whacking box on the ear, and then + hugged us and kissed us and boxed us again, and just couldn’t seem to get + enough of it, she was so glad to see us; and she says: + </p> + <p> + “Where HAVE you been a-loafing to, you good-for-nothing trash! I’ve been + that worried about you I didn’t know what to do. Your traps has been here + ever so long, and I’ve had supper cooked fresh about four times so as to + have it hot and good when you come, till at last my patience is just plumb + wore out, and I declare I—I—why I could skin you alive! You + must be starving, poor things!—set down, set down, everybody; don’t + lose no more time.” + </p> + <p> + It was good to be there again behind all that noble corn-pone and + spareribs, and everything that you could ever want in this world. Old + Uncle Silas he peeled off one of his bulliest old-time blessings, with as + many layers to it as an onion, and whilst the angels was hauling in the + slack of it I was trying to study up what to say about what kept us so + long. When our plates was all loadened and we’d got a-going, she asked me, + and I says: + </p> + <p> + “Well, you see,—er—Mizzes—” + </p> + <p> + “Huck Finn! Since when am I Mizzes to you? Have I ever been stingy of + cuffs or kisses for you since the day you stood in this room and I took + you for Tom Sawyer and blessed God for sending you to me, though you told + me four thousand lies and I believed every one of them like a simpleton? + Call me Aunt Sally—like you always done.” + </p> + <p> + So I done it. And I says: + </p> + <p> + “Well, me and Tom allowed we would come along afoot and take a smell of + the woods, and we run across Lem Beebe and Jim Lane, and they asked us to + go with them blackberrying to-night, and said they could borrow Jubiter + Dunlap’s dog, because he had told them just that minute—” + </p> + <p> + “Where did they see him?” says the old man; and when I looked up to see + how HE come to take an intrust in a little thing like that, his eyes was + just burning into me, he was that eager. It surprised me so it kind of + throwed me off, but I pulled myself together again and says: + </p> + <p> + “It was when he was spading up some ground along with you, towards sundown + or along there.” + </p> + <p> + He only said, “Um,” in a kind of a disappointed way, and didn’t take no + more intrust. So I went on. I says: + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, as I was a-saying—” + </p> + <p> + “That’ll do, you needn’t go no furder.” It was Aunt Sally. She was boring + right into me with her eyes, and very indignant. “Huck Finn,” she says, + “how’d them men come to talk about going a-black-berrying in September—in + THIS region?” + </p> + <p> + I see I had slipped up, and I couldn’t say a word. She waited, still + a-gazing at me, then she says: + </p> + <p> + “And how’d they come to strike that idiot idea of going a-blackberrying in + the night?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, m’m, they—er—they told us they had a lantern, and—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, SHET up—do! Looky here; what was they going to do with a dog?—hunt + blackberries with it?” + </p> + <p> + “I think, m’m, they—” + </p> + <p> + “Now, Tom Sawyer, what kind of a lie are you fixing YOUR mouth to + contribit to this mess of rubbage? Speak out—and I warn you before + you begin, that I don’t believe a word of it. You and Huck’s been up to + something you no business to—I know it perfectly well; I know you, + BOTH of you. Now you explain that dog, and them blackberries, and the + lantern, and the rest of that rot—and mind you talk as straight as a + string—do you hear?” + </p> + <p> + Tom he looked considerable hurt, and says, very dignified: + </p> + <p> + “It is a pity if Huck is to be talked to that way, just for making a + little bit of a mistake that anybody could make.” + </p> + <p> + “What mistake has he made?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, only the mistake of saying blackberries when of course he meant + strawberries.” + </p> + <p> + “Tom Sawyer, I lay if you aggravate me a little more, I’ll—” + </p> + <p> + “Aunt Sally, without knowing it—and of course without intending it—you + are in the wrong. If you’d ’a’ studied natural history the way you ought, + you would know that all over the world except just here in Arkansaw they + ALWAYS hunt strawberries with a dog—and a lantern—” + </p> + <p> + But she busted in on him there and just piled into him and snowed him + under. She was so mad she couldn’t get the words out fast enough, and she + gushed them out in one everlasting freshet. That was what Tom Sawyer was + after. He allowed to work her up and get her started and then leave her + alone and let her burn herself out. Then she would be so aggravated with + that subject that she wouldn’t say another word about it, nor let anybody + else. Well, it happened just so. When she was tuckered out and had to hold + up, he says, quite ca’m: + </p> + <p> + “And yet, all the same, Aunt Sally—” + </p> + <p> + “Shet up!” she says, “I don’t want to hear another word out of you.” + </p> + <p> + So we was perfectly safe, then, and didn’t have no more trouble about that + delay. Tom done it elegant. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. A NIGHT’S VIGIL + </h2> + <p> + BENNY she was looking pretty sober, and she sighed some, now and then; but + pretty soon she got to asking about Mary, and Sid, and Tom’s aunt Polly, + and then Aunt Sally’s clouds cleared off and she got in a good humor and + joined in on the questions and was her lovingest best self, and so the + rest of the supper went along gay and pleasant. But the old man he didn’t + take any hand hardly, and was absent-minded and restless, and done a + considerable amount of sighing; and it was kind of heart-breaking to see + him so sad and troubled and worried. + </p> + <p> + By and by, a spell after supper, come a nigger and knocked on the door and + put his head in with his old straw hat in his hand bowing and scraping, + and said his Marse Brace was out at the stile and wanted his brother, and + was getting tired waiting supper for him, and would Marse Silas please + tell him where he was? I never see Uncle Silas speak up so sharp and + fractious before. He says: + </p> + <p> + “Am I his brother’s keeper?” And then he kind of wilted together, and + looked like he wished he hadn’t spoken so, and then he says, very gentle: + “But you needn’t say that, Billy; I was took sudden and irritable, and I + ain’t very well these days, and not hardly responsible. Tell him he ain’t + here.” + </p> + <p> + And when the nigger was gone he got up and walked the floor, backwards and + forwards, mumbling and muttering to himself and plowing his hands through + his hair. It was real pitiful to see him. Aunt Sally she whispered to us + and told us not to take notice of him, it embarrassed him. She said he was + always thinking and thinking, since these troubles come on, and she + allowed he didn’t more’n about half know what he was about when the + thinking spells was on him; and she said he walked in his sleep + considerable more now than he used to, and sometimes wandered around over + the house and even outdoors in his sleep, and if we catched him at it we + must let him alone and not disturb him. She said she reckoned it didn’t do + him no harm, and may be it done him good. She said Benny was the only one + that was much help to him these days. Said Benny appeared to know just + when to try to soothe him and when to leave him alone. + </p> + <p> + So he kept on tramping up and down the floor and muttering, till by and by + he begun to look pretty tired; then Benny she went and snuggled up to his + side and put one hand in his and one arm around his waist and walked with + him; and he smiled down on her, and reached down and kissed her; and so, + little by little the trouble went out of his face and she persuaded him + off to his room. They had very petting ways together, and it was uncommon + pretty to see. + </p> + <p> + Aunt Sally she was busy getting the children ready for bed; so by and by + it got dull and tedious, and me and Tom took a turn in the moonlight, and + fetched up in the watermelon-patch and et one, and had a good deal of + talk. And Tom said he’d bet the quarreling was all Jubiter’s fault, and he + was going to be on hand the first time he got a chance, and see; and if it + was so, he was going to do his level best to get Uncle Silas to turn him + off. + </p> + <p> + And so we talked and smoked and stuffed watermelons much as two hours, and + then it was pretty late, and when we got back the house was quiet and + dark, and everybody gone to bed. + </p> + <p> + Tom he always seen everything, and now he see that the old green baize + work-gown was gone, and said it wasn’t gone when he went out; so he + allowed it was curious, and then we went up to bed. + </p> + <p> + We could hear Benny stirring around in her room, which was next to ourn, + and judged she was worried a good deal about her father and couldn’t + sleep. We found we couldn’t, neither. So we set up a long time, and smoked + and talked in a low voice, and felt pretty dull and down-hearted. We + talked the murder and the ghost over and over again, and got so creepy and + crawly we couldn’t get sleepy nohow and noway. + </p> + <p> + By and by, when it was away late in the night and all the sounds was late + sounds and solemn, Tom nudged me and whispers to me to look, and I done + it, and there we see a man poking around in the yard like he didn’t know + just what he wanted to do, but it was pretty dim and we couldn’t see him + good. Then he started for the stile, and as he went over it the moon came + out strong, and he had a long-handled shovel over his shoulder, and we see + the white patch on the old work-gown. So Tom says: + </p> + <p> + “He’s a-walking in his sleep. I wish we was allowed to follow him and see + where he’s going to. There, he’s turned down by the tobacker-field. Out of + sight now. It’s a dreadful pity he can’t rest no better.” + </p> + <p> + We waited a long time, but he didn’t come back any more, or if he did he + come around the other way; so at last we was tuckered out and went to + sleep and had nightmares, a million of them. But before dawn we was awake + again, because meantime a storm had come up and been raging, and the + thunder and lightning was awful, and the wind was a-thrashing the trees + around, and the rain was driving down in slanting sheets, and the gullies + was running rivers. Tom says: + </p> + <p> + “Looky here, Huck, I’ll tell you one thing that’s mighty curious. Up to + the time we went out last night the family hadn’t heard about Jake Dunlap + being murdered. Now the men that chased Hal Clayton and Bud Dixon away + would spread the thing around in a half an hour, and every neighbor that + heard it would shin out and fly around from one farm to t’other and try to + be the first to tell the news. Land, they don’t have such a big thing as + that to tell twice in thirty year! Huck, it’s mighty strange; I don’t + understand it.” + </p> + <p> + So then he was in a fidget for the rain to let up, so we could turn out + and run across some of the people and see if they would say anything about + it to us. And he said if they did we must be horribly surprised and + shocked. + </p> + <p> + We was out and gone the minute the rain stopped. It was just broad day + then. We loafed along up the road, and now and then met a person and + stopped and said howdy, and told them when we come, and how we left the + folks at home, and how long we was going to stay, and all that, but none + of them said a word about that thing; which was just astonishing, and no + mistake. Tom said he believed if we went to the sycamores we would find + that body laying there solitary and alone, and not a soul around. Said he + believed the men chased the thieves so far into the woods that the thieves + prob’ly seen a good chance and turned on them at last, and maybe they all + killed each other, and so there wasn’t anybody left to tell. + </p> + <p> + First we knowed, gabbling along that away, we was right at the sycamores. + The cold chills trickled down my back and I wouldn’t budge another step, + for all Tom’s persuading. But he couldn’t hold in; he’d GOT to see if the + boots was safe on that body yet. So he crope in—and the next minute + out he come again with his eyes bulging he was so excited, and says: + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0233}.jpg" alt="{0233}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0233}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + “Huck, it’s gone!” + </p> + <p> + I WAS astonished! I says: + </p> + <p> + “Tom, you don’t mean it.” + </p> + <p> + “It’s gone, sure. There ain’t a sign of it. The ground is trampled some, + but if there was any blood it’s all washed away by the storm, for it’s all + puddles and slush in there.” + </p> + <p> + At last I give in, and went and took a look myself; and it was just as Tom + said—there wasn’t a sign of a corpse. + </p> + <p> + “Dern it,” I says, “the di’monds is gone. Don’t you reckon the thieves + slunk back and lugged him off, Tom?” + </p> + <p> + “Looks like it. It just does. Now where’d they hide him, do you reckon?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know,” I says, disgusted, “and what’s more I don’t care. They’ve + got the boots, and that’s all I cared about. He’ll lay around these woods + a long time before I hunt him up.” + </p> + <p> + Tom didn’t feel no more intrust in him neither, only curiosity to know + what come of him; but he said we’d lay low and keep dark and it wouldn’t + be long till the dogs or somebody rousted him out. + </p> + <p> + We went back home to breakfast ever so bothered and put out and + disappointed and swindled. I warn’t ever so down on a corpse before. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. TALKING WITH THE GHOST + </h2> + <p> + IT warn’t very cheerful at breakfast. Aunt Sally she looked old and tired + and let the children snarl and fuss at one another and didn’t seem to + notice it was going on, which wasn’t her usual style; me and Tom had a + plenty to think about without talking; Benny she looked like she hadn’t + had much sleep, and whenever she’d lift her head a little and steal a look + towards her father you could see there was tears in her eyes; and as for + the old man, his things stayed on his plate and got cold without him + knowing they was there, I reckon, for he was thinking and thinking all the + time, and never said a word and never et a bite. + </p> + <p> + By and by when it was stillest, that nigger’s head was poked in at the + door again, and he said his Marse Brace was getting powerful uneasy about + Marse Jubiter, which hadn’t come home yet, and would Marse Silas please—He + was looking at Uncle Silas, and he stopped there, like the rest of his + words was froze; for Uncle Silas he rose up shaky and steadied himself + leaning his fingers on the table, and he was panting, and his eyes was set + on the nigger, and he kept swallowing, and put his other hand up to his + throat a couple of times, and at last he got his words started, and says: + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0237}.jpg" alt="{0237}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0237}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + “Does he—does he—think—WHAT does he think! Tell him—tell + him—” Then he sunk down in his chair limp and weak, and says, so as + you could hardly hear him: “Go away—go away!” + </p> + <p> + The nigger looked scared and cleared out, and we all felt—well, I + don’t know how we felt, but it was awful, with the old man panting there, + and his eyes set and looking like a person that was dying. None of us + could budge; but Benny she slid around soft, with her tears running down, + and stood by his side, and nestled his old gray head up against her and + begun to stroke it and pet it with her hands, and nodded to us to go away, + and we done it, going out very quiet, like the dead was there. + </p> + <p> + Me and Tom struck out for the woods mighty solemn, and saying how + different it was now to what it was last summer when we was here and + everything was so peaceful and happy and everybody thought so much of + Uncle Silas, and he was so cheerful and simple-hearted and pudd’n-headed + and good—and now look at him. If he hadn’t lost his mind he wasn’t + much short of it. That was what we allowed. + </p> + <p> + It was a most lovely day now, and bright and sunshiny; and the further and + further we went over the hills towards the prairie the lovelier and + lovelier the trees and flowers got to be and the more it seemed strange + and somehow wrong that there had to be trouble in such a world as this. + And then all of a sudden I catched my breath and grabbed Tom’s arm, and + all my livers and lungs and things fell down into my legs. + </p> + <p> + “There it is!” I says. We jumped back behind a bush shivering, and Tom + says: + </p> + <p> + “’Sh!—don’t make a noise.” + </p> + <p> + It was setting on a log right in the edge of a little prairie, thinking. I + tried to get Tom to come away, but he wouldn’t, and I dasn’t budge by + myself. He said we mightn’t ever get another chance to see one, and he was + going to look his fill at this one if he died for it. So I looked too, + though it give me the fan-tods to do it. Tom he HAD to talk, but he talked + low. He says: + </p> + <p> + “Poor Jakey, it’s got all its things on, just as he said he would. NOW you + see what we wasn’t certain about—its hair. It’s not long now the way + it was: it’s got it cropped close to its head, the way he said he would. + Huck, I never see anything look any more naturaler than what It does.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor I neither,” I says; “I’d recognize it anywheres.” + </p> + <p> + “So would I. It looks perfectly solid and genuwyne, just the way it done + before it died.” + </p> + <p> + So we kept a-gazing. Pretty soon Tom says: + </p> + <p> + “Huck, there’s something mighty curious about this one, don’t you know? IT + oughtn’t to be going around in the daytime.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s so, Tom—I never heard the like of it before.” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir, they don’t ever come out only at night—and then not till + after twelve. There’s something wrong about this one, now you mark my + words. I don’t believe it’s got any right to be around in the daytime. But + don’t it look natural! Jake was going to play deef and dumb here, so the + neighbors wouldn’t know his voice. Do you reckon it would do that if we + was to holler at it?” + </p> + <p> + “Lordy, Tom, don’t talk so! If you was to holler at it I’d die in my + tracks.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t you worry, I ain’t going to holler at it. Look, Huck, it’s + a-scratching its head—don’t you see?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, what of it?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, this. What’s the sense of it scratching its head? There ain’t + anything there to itch; its head is made out of fog or something like + that, and can’t itch. A fog can’t itch; any fool knows that.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, if it don’t itch and can’t itch, what in the nation is it + scratching it for? Ain’t it just habit, don’t you reckon?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir, I don’t. I ain’t a bit satisfied about the way this one acts. + I’ve a blame good notion it’s a bogus one—I have, as sure as I’m + a-sitting here. Because, if it—Huck!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, what’s the matter now?” + </p> + <p> + “YOU CAN’T SEE THE BUSHES THROUGH IT!” + </p> + <p> + “Why, Tom, it’s so, sure! It’s as solid as a cow. I sort of begin to think—” + </p> + <p> + “Huck, it’s biting off a chaw of tobacker! By George, THEY don’t chaw—they + hain’t got anything to chaw WITH. Huck!” + </p> + <p> + “I’m a-listening.” + </p> + <p> + “It ain’t a ghost at all. It’s Jake Dunlap his own self!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh your granny!” I says. + </p> + <p> + “Huck Finn, did we find any corpse in the sycamores?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Or any sign of one?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Mighty good reason. Hadn’t ever been any corpse there.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, Tom, you know we heard—” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, we did—heard a howl or two. Does that prove anybody was + killed? Course it don’t. And we seen four men run, then this one come + walking out and we took it for a ghost. No more ghost than you are. It was + Jake Dunlap his own self, and it’s Jake Dunlap now. He’s been and got his + hair cropped, the way he said he would, and he’s playing himself for a + stranger, just the same as he said he would. Ghost? Hum!—he’s as + sound as a nut.” + </p> + <p> + Then I see it all, and how we had took too much for granted. I was + powerful glad he didn’t get killed, and so was Tom, and we wondered which + he would like the best—for us to never let on to know him, or how? + Tom reckoned the best way would be to go and ask him. So he started; but I + kept a little behind, because I didn’t know but it might be a ghost, after + all. When Tom got to where he was, he says: + </p> + <p> + “Me and Huck’s mighty glad to see you again, and you needn’t be afeared + we’ll tell. And if you think it’ll be safer for you if we don’t let on to + know you when we run across you, say the word and you’ll see you can + depend on us, and would ruther cut our hands off than get you into the + least little bit of danger.” + </p> + <p> + First off he looked surprised to see us, and not very glad, either; but as + Tom went on he looked pleasanter, and when he was done he smiled, and + nodded his head several times, and made signs with his hands, and says: + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0243}.jpg" alt="{0243}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0243}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + “Goo-goo—goo-goo,” the way deef and dummies does. + </p> + <p> + Just then we see some of Steve Nickerson’s people coming that lived + t’other side of the prairie, so Tom says: + </p> + <p> + “You do it elegant; I never see anybody do it better. You’re right; play + it on us, too; play it on us same as the others; it’ll keep you in + practice and prevent you making blunders. We’ll keep away from you and let + on we don’t know you, but any time we can be any help, you just let us + know.” + </p> + <p> + Then we loafed along past the Nickersons, and of course they asked if that + was the new stranger yonder, and where’d he come from, and what was his + name, and which communion was he, Babtis’ or Methodis’, and which + politics, Whig or Democrat, and how long is he staying, and all them other + questions that humans always asks when a stranger comes, and animals does, + too. But Tom said he warn’t able to make anything out of deef and dumb + signs, and the same with goo-gooing. Then we watched them go and bullyrag + Jake; because we was pretty uneasy for him. Tom said it would take him + days to get so he wouldn’t forget he was a deef and dummy sometimes, and + speak out before he thought. When we had watched long enough to see that + Jake was getting along all right and working his signs very good, we + loafed along again, allowing to strike the schoolhouse about recess time, + which was a three-mile tramp. + </p> + <p> + I was so disappointed not to hear Jake tell about the row in the + sycamores, and how near he come to getting killed, that I couldn’t seem to + get over it, and Tom he felt the same, but said if we was in Jake’s fix we + would want to go careful and keep still and not take any chances. + </p> + <p> + The boys and girls was all glad to see us again, and we had a real good + time all through recess. Coming to school the Henderson boys had come + across the new deef and dummy and told the rest; so all the scholars was + chuck full of him and couldn’t talk about anything else, and was in a + sweat to get a sight of him because they hadn’t ever seen a deef and dummy + in their lives, and it made a powerful excitement. + </p> + <p> + Tom said it was tough to have to keep mum now; said we would be heroes if + we could come out and tell all we knowed; but after all, it was still more + heroic to keep mum, there warn’t two boys in a million could do it. That + was Tom Sawyer’s idea about it, and I reckoned there warn’t anybody could + better it. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. FINDING OF JUBITER DUNLAP + </h2> + <p> + IN the next two or three days Dummy he got to be powerful popular. He went + associating around with the neighbors, and they made much of him, and was + proud to have such a rattling curiosity among them. They had him to + breakfast, they had him to dinner, they had him to supper; they kept him + loaded up with hog and hominy, and warn’t ever tired staring at him and + wondering over him, and wishing they knowed more about him, he was so + uncommon and romantic. His signs warn’t no good; people couldn’t + understand them and he prob’ly couldn’t himself, but he done a sight of + goo-gooing, and so everybody was satisfied, and admired to hear him go it. + He toted a piece of slate around, and a pencil; and people wrote questions + on it and he wrote answers; but there warn’t anybody could read his + writing but Brace Dunlap. Brace said he couldn’t read it very good, but he + could manage to dig out the meaning most of the time. He said Dummy said + he belonged away off somers and used to be well off, but got busted by + swindlers which he had trusted, and was poor now, and hadn’t any way to + make a living. + </p> + <p> + Everybody praised Brace Dunlap for being so good to that stranger. He let + him have a little log-cabin all to himself, and had his niggers take care + of it, and fetch him all the vittles he wanted. + </p> + <p> + Dummy was at our house some, because old Uncle Silas was so afflicted + himself, these days, that anybody else that was afflicted was a comfort to + him. Me and Tom didn’t let on that we had knowed him before, and he didn’t + let on that he had knowed us before. The family talked their troubles out + before him the same as if he wasn’t there, but we reckoned it wasn’t any + harm for him to hear what they said. Generly he didn’t seem to notice, but + sometimes he did. + </p> + <p> + Well, two or three days went along, and everybody got to getting uneasy + about Jubiter Dunlap. Everybody was asking everybody if they had any idea + what had become of him. No, they hadn’t, they said: and they shook their + heads and said there was something powerful strange about it. Another and + another day went by; then there was a report got around that praps he was + murdered. You bet it made a big stir! Everybody’s tongue was clacking away + after that. Saturday two or three gangs turned out and hunted the woods to + see if they could run across his remainders. Me and Tom helped, and it was + noble good times and exciting. Tom he was so brimful of it he couldn’t eat + nor rest. He said if we could find that corpse we would be celebrated, and + more talked about than if we got drownded. + </p> + <p> + The others got tired and give it up; but not Tom Sawyer—that warn’t + his style. Saturday night he didn’t sleep any, hardly, trying to think up + a plan; and towards daylight in the morning he struck it. He snaked me out + of bed and was all excited, and says: + </p> + <p> + “Quick, Huck, snatch on your clothes—I’ve got it! Bloodhound!” + </p> + <p> + In two minutes we was tearing up the river road in the dark towards the + village. Old Jeff Hooker had a bloodhound, and Tom was going to borrow + him. I says: + </p> + <p> + “The trail’s too old, Tom—and besides, it’s rained, you know.” + </p> + <p> + “It don’t make any difference, Huck. If the body’s hid in the woods + anywhere around the hound will find it. If he’s been murdered and buried, + they wouldn’t bury him deep, it ain’t likely, and if the dog goes over the + spot he’ll scent him, sure. Huck, we’re going to be celebrated, sure as + you’re born!” + </p> + <p> + He was just a-blazing; and whenever he got afire he was most likely to get + afire all over. That was the way this time. In two minutes he had got it + all ciphered out, and wasn’t only just going to find the corpse—no, + he was going to get on the track of that murderer and hunt HIM down, too; + and not only that, but he was going to stick to him till—“Well,” I + says, “you better find the corpse first; I reckon that’s a-plenty for + to-day. For all we know, there AIN’T any corpse and nobody hain’t been + murdered. That cuss could ’a’ gone off somers and not been killed at all.” + </p> + <p> + That graveled him, and he says: + </p> + <p> + “Huck Finn, I never see such a person as you to want to spoil everything. + As long as YOU can’t see anything hopeful in a thing, you won’t let + anybody else. What good can it do you to throw cold water on that corpse + and get up that selfish theory that there ain’t been any murder? None in + the world. I don’t see how you can act so. I wouldn’t treat you like that, + and you know it. Here we’ve got a noble good opportunity to make a + ruputation, and—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, go ahead,” I says. “I’m sorry, and I take it all back. I didn’t mean + nothing. Fix it any way you want it. HE ain’t any consequence to me. If + he’s killed, I’m as glad of it as you are; and if he—” + </p> + <p> + “I never said anything about being glad; I only—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, I’m as SORRY as you are. Any way you druther have it, that is + the way I druther have it. He—” + </p> + <p> + “There ain’t any druthers ABOUT it, Huck Finn; nobody said anything about + druthers. And as for—” + </p> + <p> + He forgot he was talking, and went tramping along, studying. He begun to + get excited again, and pretty soon he says: + </p> + <p> + “Huck, it’ll be the bulliest thing that ever happened if we find the body + after everybody else has quit looking, and then go ahead and hunt up the + murderer. It won’t only be an honor to us, but it’ll be an honor to Uncle + Silas because it was us that done it. It’ll set him up again, you see if + it don’t.” + </p> + <p> + But Old Jeff Hooker he throwed cold water on the whole business when we + got to his blacksmith shop and told him what we come for. + </p> + <p> + “You can take the dog,” he says, “but you ain’t a-going to find any + corpse, because there ain’t any corpse to find. Everybody’s quit looking, + and they’re right. Soon as they come to think, they knowed there warn’t no + corpse. And I’ll tell you for why. What does a person kill another person + for, Tom Sawyer?—answer me that.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, he—er—” + </p> + <p> + “Answer up! You ain’t no fool. What does he kill him FOR?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, sometimes it’s for revenge, and—” + </p> + <p> + “Wait. One thing at a time. Revenge, says you; and right you are. Now who + ever had anything agin that poor trifling no-account? Who do you reckon + would want to kill HIM?—that rabbit!” + </p> + <p> + Tom was stuck. I reckon he hadn’t thought of a person having to have a + REASON for killing a person before, and now he sees it warn’t likely + anybody would have that much of a grudge against a lamb like Jubiter + Dunlap. The blacksmith says, by and by: + </p> + <p> + “The revenge idea won’t work, you see. Well, then, what’s next? Robbery? + B’gosh, that must ’a’ been it, Tom! Yes, sirree, I reckon we’ve struck it + this time. Some feller wanted his gallus-buckles, and so he—” + </p> + <p> + But it was so funny he busted out laughing, and just went on laughing and + laughing and laughing till he was ’most dead, and Tom looked so put out + and cheap that I knowed he was ashamed he had come, and he wished he + hadn’t. But old Hooker never let up on him. He raked up everything a + person ever could want to kill another person about, and any fool could + see they didn’t any of them fit this case, and he just made no end of fun + of the whole business and of the people that had been hunting the body; + and he said: + </p> + <p> + “If they’d had any sense they’d ’a’ knowed the lazy cuss slid out because + he wanted a loafing spell after all this work. He’ll come pottering back + in a couple of weeks, and then how’ll you fellers feel? But, laws bless + you, take the dog, and go and hunt his remainders. Do, Tom.” + </p> + <p> + Then he busted out, and had another of them forty-rod laughs of hisn. Tom + couldn’t back down after all this, so he said, “All right, unchain him;” + and the blacksmith done it, and we started home and left that old man + laughing yet. + </p> + <p> + It was a lovely dog. There ain’t any dog that’s got a lovelier disposition + than a bloodhound, and this one knowed us and liked us. He capered and + raced around ever so friendly, and powerful glad to be free and have a + holiday; but Tom was so cut up he couldn’t take any intrust in him, and + said he wished he’d stopped and thought a minute before he ever started on + such a fool errand. He said old Jeff Hooker would tell everybody, and we’d + never hear the last of it. + </p> + <p> + So we loafed along home down the back lanes, feeling pretty glum and not + talking. When we was passing the far corner of our tobacker field we heard + the dog set up a long howl in there, and we went to the place and he was + scratching the ground with all his might, and every now and then canting + up his head sideways and fetching another howl. + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0251}.jpg" alt="{0251}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0251}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + It was a long square, the shape of a grave; the rain had made it sink down + and show the shape. The minute we come and stood there we looked at one + another and never said a word. When the dog had dug down only a few inches + he grabbed something and pulled it up, and it was an arm and a sleeve. Tom + kind of gasped out, and says: + </p> + <p> + “Come away, Huck—it’s found.” + </p> + <p> + I just felt awful. We struck for the road and fetched the first men that + come along. They got a spade at the crib and dug out the body, and you + never see such an excitement. You couldn’t make anything out of the face, + but you didn’t need to. Everybody said: + </p> + <p> + “Poor Jubiter; it’s his clothes, to the last rag!” + </p> + <p> + Some rushed off to spread the news and tell the justice of the peace and + have an inquest, and me and Tom lit out for the house. Tom was all afire + and ’most out of breath when we come tearing in where Uncle Silas and Aunt + Sally and Benny was. Tom sung out: + </p> + <p> + “Me and Huck’s found Jubiter Dunlap’s corpse all by ourselves with a + bloodhound, after everybody else had quit hunting and given it up; and if + it hadn’t a been for us it never WOULD ’a’ been found; and he WAS murdered + too—they done it with a club or something like that; and I’m going + to start in and find the murderer, next, and I bet I’ll do it!” + </p> + <p> + Aunt Sally and Benny sprung up pale and astonished, but Uncle Silas fell + right forward out of his chair on to the floor and groans out: + </p> + <p> + “Oh, my God, you’ve found him NOW!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. THE ARREST OF UNCLE SILAS + </h2> + <p> + THEM awful words froze us solid. We couldn’t move hand or foot for as much + as half a minute. Then we kind of come to, and lifted the old man up and + got him into his chair, and Benny petted him and kissed him and tried to + comfort him, and poor old Aunt Sally she done the same; but, poor things, + they was so broke up and scared and knocked out of their right minds that + they didn’t hardly know what they was about. With Tom it was awful; it + ’most petrified him to think maybe he had got his uncle into a thousand + times more trouble than ever, and maybe it wouldn’t ever happened if he + hadn’t been so ambitious to get celebrated, and let the corpse alone the + way the others done. But pretty soon he sort of come to himself again and + says: + </p> + <p> + “Uncle Silas, don’t you say another word like that. It’s dangerous, and + there ain’t a shadder of truth in it.” + </p> + <p> + Aunt Sally and Benny was thankful to hear him say that, and they said the + same; but the old man he wagged his head sorrowful and hopeless, and the + tears run down his face, and he says; + </p> + <p> + “No—I done it; poor Jubiter, I done it!” + </p> + <p> + It was dreadful to hear him say it. Then he went on and told about it, and + said it happened the day me and Tom come—along about sundown. He + said Jubiter pestered him and aggravated him till he was so mad he just + sort of lost his mind and grabbed up a stick and hit him over the head + with all his might, and Jubiter dropped in his tracks. Then he was scared + and sorry, and got down on his knees and lifted his head up, and begged + him to speak and say he wasn’t dead; and before long he come to, and when + he see who it was holding his head, he jumped like he was ’most scared to + death, and cleared the fence and tore into the woods, and was gone. So he + hoped he wasn’t hurt bad. + </p> + <p> + “But laws,” he says, “it was only just fear that gave him that last little + spurt of strength, and of course it soon played out and he laid down in + the bush, and there wasn’t anybody to help him, and he died.” + </p> + <p> + Then the old man cried and grieved, and said he was a murderer and the + mark of Cain was on him, and he had disgraced his family and was going to + be found out and hung. But Tom said: + </p> + <p> + “No, you ain’t going to be found out. You DIDN’T kill him. ONE lick + wouldn’t kill him. Somebody else done it.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes,” he says, “I done it—nobody else. Who else had anything + against him? Who else COULD have anything against him?” + </p> + <p> + He looked up kind of like he hoped some of us could mention somebody that + could have a grudge against that harmless no-account, but of course it + warn’t no use—he HAD us; we couldn’t say a word. He noticed that, + and he saddened down again, and I never see a face so miserable and so + pitiful to see. Tom had a sudden idea, and says: + </p> + <p> + “But hold on!—somebody BURIED him. Now who—” + </p> + <p> + He shut off sudden. I knowed the reason. It give me the cold shudders when + he said them words, because right away I remembered about us seeing Uncle + Silas prowling around with a long-handled shovel away in the night that + night. And I knowed Benny seen him, too, because she was talking about it + one day. The minute Tom shut off he changed the subject and went to + begging Uncle Silas to keep mum, and the rest of us done the same, and + said he MUST, and said it wasn’t his business to tell on himself, and if + he kept mum nobody would ever know; but if it was found out and any harm + come to him it would break the family’s hearts and kill them, and yet + never do anybody any good. So at last he promised. We was all of us more + comfortable, then, and went to work to cheer up the old man. We told him + all he’d got to do was to keep still, and it wouldn’t be long till the + whole thing would blow over and be forgot. We all said there wouldn’t + anybody ever suspect Uncle Silas, nor ever dream of such a thing, he being + so good and kind, and having such a good character; and Tom says, cordial + and hearty, he says: + </p> + <p> + “Why, just look at it a minute; just consider. Here is Uncle Silas, all + these years a preacher—at his own expense; all these years doing + good with all his might and every way he can think of—at his own + expense, all the time; always been loved by everybody, and respected; + always been peaceable and minding his own business, the very last man in + this whole deestrict to touch a person, and everybody knows it. Suspect + HIM? Why, it ain’t any more possible than—” + </p> + <p> + “By authority of the State of Arkansaw, I arrest you for the murder of + Jubiter Dunlap!” shouts the sheriff at the door. + </p> + <p> + It was awful. Aunt Sally and Benny flung themselves at Uncle Silas, + screaming and crying, and hugged him and hung to him, and Aunt Sally said + go away, she wouldn’t ever give him up, they shouldn’t have him, and the + niggers they come crowding and crying to the door and—well, I + couldn’t stand it; it was enough to break a person’s heart; so I got out. + </p> + <p> + They took him up to the little one-horse jail in the village, and we all + went along to tell him good-bye; and Tom was feeling elegant, and says to + me, “We’ll have a most noble good time and heaps of danger some dark night + getting him out of there, Huck, and it’ll be talked about everywheres and + we will be celebrated;” but the old man busted that scheme up the minute + he whispered to him about it. He said no, it was his duty to stand + whatever the law done to him, and he would stick to the jail plumb through + to the end, even if there warn’t no door to it. It disappointed Tom and + graveled him a good deal, but he had to put up with it. + </p> + <p> + But he felt responsible and bound to get his uncle Silas free; and he told + Aunt Sally, the last thing, not to worry, because he was going to turn in + and work night and day and beat this game and fetch Uncle Silas out + innocent; and she was very loving to him and thanked him and said she + knowed he would do his very best. And she told us to help Benny take care + of the house and the children, and then we had a good-bye cry all around + and went back to the farm, and left her there to live with the jailer’s + wife a month till the trial in October. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI. TOM SAWYER DISCOVERS THE MURDERERS + </h2> + <p> + WELL, that was a hard month on us all. Poor Benny, she kept up the best + she could, and me and Tom tried to keep things cheerful there at the + house, but it kind of went for nothing, as you may say. It was the same up + at the jail. We went up every day to see the old people, but it was awful + dreary, because the old man warn’t sleeping much, and was walking in his + sleep considerable and so he got to looking fagged and miserable, and his + mind got shaky, and we all got afraid his troubles would break him down + and kill him. And whenever we tried to persuade him to feel cheerfuler, he + only shook his head and said if we only knowed what it was to carry around + a murderer’s load in your heart we wouldn’t talk that way. Tom and all of + us kept telling him it WASN’T murder, but just accidental killing! but it + never made any difference—it was murder, and he wouldn’t have it any + other way. He actu’ly begun to come out plain and square towards trial + time and acknowledge that he TRIED to kill the man. Why, that was awful, + you know. It made things seem fifty times as dreadful, and there warn’t no + more comfort for Aunt Sally and Benny. But he promised he wouldn’t say a + word about his murder when others was around, and we was glad of that. + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0259}.jpg" alt="{0259}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0259}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + Tom Sawyer racked the head off of himself all that month trying to plan + some way out for Uncle Silas, and many’s the night he kept me up ’most all + night with this kind of tiresome work, but he couldn’t seem to get on the + right track no way. As for me, I reckoned a body might as well give it up, + it all looked so blue and I was so downhearted; but he wouldn’t. He stuck + to the business right along, and went on planning and thinking and + ransacking his head. + </p> + <p> + So at last the trial come on, towards the middle of October, and we was + all in the court. The place was jammed, of course. Poor old Uncle Silas, + he looked more like a dead person than a live one, his eyes was so hollow + and he looked so thin and so mournful. Benny she set on one side of him + and Aunt Sally on the other, and they had veils on, and was full of + trouble. But Tom he set by our lawyer, and had his finger in everywheres, + of course. The lawyer let him, and the judge let him. He ’most took the + business out of the lawyer’s hands sometimes; which was well enough, + because that was only a mud-turtle of a back-settlement lawyer and didn’t + know enough to come in when it rains, as the saying is. + </p> + <p> + They swore in the jury, and then the lawyer for the prostitution got up + and begun. He made a terrible speech against the old man, that made him + moan and groan, and made Benny and Aunt Sally cry. The way HE told about + the murder kind of knocked us all stupid it was so different from the old + man’s tale. He said he was going to prove that Uncle Silas was SEEN to + kill Jubiter Dunlap by two good witnesses, and done it deliberate, and + SAID he was going to kill him the very minute he hit him with the club; + and they seen him hide Jubiter in the bushes, and they seen that Jubiter + was stone-dead. And said Uncle Silas come later and lugged Jubiter down + into the tobacker field, and two men seen him do it. And said Uncle Silas + turned out, away in the night, and buried Jubiter, and a man seen him at + it. + </p> + <p> + I says to myself, poor old Uncle Silas has been lying about it because he + reckoned nobody seen him and he couldn’t bear to break Aunt Sally’s heart + and Benny’s; and right he was: as for me, I would ’a’ lied the same way, + and so would anybody that had any feeling, to save them such misery and + sorrow which THEY warn’t no ways responsible for. Well, it made our lawyer + look pretty sick; and it knocked Tom silly, too, for a little spell, but + then he braced up and let on that he warn’t worried—but I knowed he + WAS, all the same. And the people—my, but it made a stir amongst + them! + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0263}.jpg" alt="{0263}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0263}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + And when that lawyer was done telling the jury what he was going to prove, + he set down and begun to work his witnesses. + </p> + <p> + First, he called a lot of them to show that there was bad blood betwixt + Uncle Silas and the diseased; and they told how they had heard Uncle Silas + threaten the diseased, at one time and another, and how it got worse and + worse and everybody was talking about it, and how diseased got afraid of + his life, and told two or three of them he was certain Uncle Silas would + up and kill him some time or another. + </p> + <p> + Tom and our lawyer asked them some questions; but it warn’t no use, they + stuck to what they said. + </p> + <p> + Next, they called up Lem Beebe, and he took the stand. It come into my + mind, then, how Lem and Jim Lane had come along talking, that time, about + borrowing a dog or something from Jubiter Dunlap; and that brought up the + blackberries and the lantern; and that brought up Bill and Jack Withers, + and how they passed by, talking about a nigger stealing Uncle Silas’s + corn; and that fetched up our old ghost that come along about the same + time and scared us so—and here HE was too, and a privileged + character, on accounts of his being deef and dumb and a stranger, and they + had fixed him a chair inside the railing, where he could cross his legs + and be comfortable, whilst the other people was all in a jam so they + couldn’t hardly breathe. So it all come back to me just the way it was + that day; and it made me mournful to think how pleasant it was up to then, + and how miserable ever since. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + LEM BEEBE, sworn, said—“I was a-coming along, that day, + second of September, and Jim Lane was with me, and it was + towards sundown, and we heard loud talk, like quarrelling, + and we was very close, only the hazel bushes between (that’s + along the fence); and we heard a voice say, ‘I’ve told you + more’n once I’d kill you,’ and knowed it was this prisoner’s + voice; and then we see a club come up above the bushes and + down out of sight again, and heard a smashing thump and then + a groan or two: and then we crope soft to where we could + see, and there laid Jupiter Dunlap dead, and this prisoner + standing over him with the club; and the next he hauled the + dead man into a clump of bushes and hid him, and then we + stooped low, to be out of sight, and got away.” + </pre> + <p> + Well, it was awful. It kind of froze everybody’s blood to hear it, and the + house was ’most as still whilst he was telling it as if there warn’t + nobody in it. And when he was done, you could hear them gasp and sigh, all + over the house, and look at one another the same as to say, “Ain’t it + perfectly terrible—ain’t it awful!” + </p> + <p> + Now happened a thing that astonished me. All the time the first witnesses + was proving the bad blood and the threats and all that, Tom Sawyer was + alive and laying for them; and the minute they was through, he went for + them, and done his level best to catch them in lies and spile their + testimony. But now, how different. When Lem first begun to talk, and never + said anything about speaking to Jubiter or trying to borrow a dog off of + him, he was all alive and laying for Lem, and you could see he was getting + ready to cross-question him to death pretty soon, and then I judged him + and me would go on the stand by and by and tell what we heard him and Jim + Lane say. But the next time I looked at Tom I got the cold shivers. Why, + he was in the brownest study you ever see—miles and miles away. He + warn’t hearing a word Lem Beebe was saying; and when he got through he was + still in that brown-study, just the same. Our lawyer joggled him, and then + he looked up startled, and says, “Take the witness if you want him. Lemme + alone—I want to think.” + </p> + <p> + Well, that beat me. I couldn’t understand it. And Benny and her mother—oh, + they looked sick, they was so troubled. They shoved their veils to one + side and tried to get his eye, but it warn’t any use, and I couldn’t get + his eye either. So the mud-turtle he tackled the witness, but it didn’t + amount to nothing; and he made a mess of it. + </p> + <p> + Then they called up Jim Lane, and he told the very same story over again, + exact. Tom never listened to this one at all, but set there thinking and + thinking, miles and miles away. So the mud-turtle went in alone again and + come out just as flat as he done before. The lawyer for the prostitution + looked very comfortable, but the judge looked disgusted. You see, Tom was + just the same as a regular lawyer, nearly, because it was Arkansaw law for + a prisoner to choose anybody he wanted to help his lawyer, and Tom had had + Uncle Silas shove him into the case, and now he was botching it and you + could see the judge didn’t like it much. All that the mud-turtle got out + of Lem and Jim was this: he asked them: + </p> + <p> + “Why didn’t you go and tell what you saw?” + </p> + <p> + “We was afraid we would get mixed up in it ourselves. And we was just + starting down the river a-hunting for all the week besides; but as soon as + we come back we found out they’d been searching for the body, so then we + went and told Brace Dunlap all about it.” + </p> + <p> + “When was that?” + </p> + <p> + “Saturday night, September 9th.” + </p> + <p> + The judge he spoke up and says: + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Sheriff, arrest these two witnesses on suspicions of being + accessionary after the fact to the murder.” + </p> + <p> + The lawyer for the prostitution jumps up all excited, and says: + </p> + <p> + “Your honor! I protest against this extraordi—” + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0269}.jpg" alt="{0269}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0269}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + “Set down!” says the judge, pulling his bowie and laying it on his pulpit. + “I beg you to respect the Court.” + </p> + <p> + So he done it. Then he called Bill Withers. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + BILL WITHERS, sworn, said: “I was coming along about sundown, + Saturday, September 2d, by the prisoner’s field, and my + brother Jack was with me and we seen a man toting off + something heavy on his back and allowed it was a nigger + stealing corn; we couldn’t see distinct; next we made out that + it was one man carrying another; and the way it hung, so kind + of limp, we judged it was somebody that was drunk; and by the + man’s walk we said it was Parson Silas, and we judged he had + found Sam Cooper drunk in the road, which he was always trying + to reform him, and was toting him out of danger.” + </pre> + <p> + It made the people shiver to think of poor old Uncle Silas toting off the + diseased down to the place in his tobacker field where the dog dug up the + body, but there warn’t much sympathy around amongst the faces, and I heard + one cuss say “’Tis the coldest blooded work I ever struck, lugging a + murdered man around like that, and going to bury him like a animal, and + him a preacher at that.” + </p> + <p> + Tom he went on thinking, and never took no notice; so our lawyer took the + witness and done the best he could, and it was plenty poor enough. + </p> + <p> + Then Jack Withers he come on the stand and told the same tale, just like + Bill done. + </p> + <p> + And after him comes Brace Dunlap, and he was looking very mournful, and + most crying; and there was a rustle and a stir all around, and everybody + got ready to listen, and lots of the women folks said, “Poor cretur, poor + cretur,” and you could see a many of them wiping their eyes. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + BRACE DUNLAP, sworn, said: “I was in considerable trouble a + long time about my poor brother, but I reckoned things warn’t + near so bad as he made out, and I couldn’t make myself believe + anybody would have the heart to hurt a poor harmless cretur + like that”—[by jings, I was sure I seen Tom give a kind of a + faint little start, and then look disappointed again]—“and + you know I COULDN’T think a preacher would hurt him—it warn’t + natural to think such an onlikely thing—so I never paid much + attention, and now I sha’n’t ever, ever forgive myself; for if + I had a done different, my poor brother would be with me this + day, and not laying yonder murdered, and him so harmless.” He + kind of broke down there and choked up, and waited to get his + voice; and people all around said the most pitiful things, and + women cried; and it was very still in there, and solemn, and + old Uncle Silas, poor thing, he give a groan right out so + everybody heard him. Then Brace he went on, “Saturday, + September 2d, he didn’t come home to supper. By-and-by I got a + little uneasy, and one of my niggers went over to this + prisoner’s place, but come back and said he warn’t there. So + I got uneasier and uneasier, and couldn’t rest. I went to + bed, but I couldn’t sleep; and turned out, away late in the + night, and went wandering over to this prisoner’s place and + all around about there a good while, hoping I would run across + my poor brother, and never knowing he was out of his troubles + and gone to a better shore—” So he broke down and choked up + again, and most all the women was crying now. Pretty soon he + got another start and says: “But it warn’t no use; so at last + I went home and tried to get some sleep, but couldn’t. Well, + in a day or two everybody was uneasy, and they got to talking + about this prisoner’s threats, and took to the idea, which I + didn’t take no stock in, that my brother was murdered so they + hunted around and tried to find his body, but couldn’t and + give it up. And so I reckoned he was gone off somers to have + a little peace, and would come back to us when his troubles + was kind of healed. But late Saturday night, the 9th, Lem + Beebe and Jim Lane come to my house and told me all—told me + the whole awful ’sassination, and my heart was broke. And THEN + I remembered something that hadn’t took no hold of me at the + time, because reports said this prisoner had took to walking + in his sleep and doing all kind of things of no consequence, + not knowing what he was about. I will tell you what that + thing was that come back into my memory. Away late that awful + Saturday night when I was wandering around about this + prisoner’s place, grieving and troubled, I was down by the + corner of the tobacker-field and I heard a sound like digging + in a gritty soil; and I crope nearer and peeped through the + vines that hung on the rail fence and seen this prisoner + SHOVELING—shoveling with a long-handled shovel—heaving earth + into a big hole that was most filled up; his back was to me, + but it was bright moonlight and I knowed him by his old green + baize work-gown with a splattery white patch in the middle of + the back like somebody had hit him with a snowball. HE WAS + BURYING THE MAN HE’D MURDERED!” + </pre> + <p> + And he slumped down in his chair crying and sobbing, and ’most everybody + in the house busted out wailing, and crying, and saying, “Oh, it’s awful—awful—horrible!” + and there was a most tremendous excitement, and you couldn’t hear yourself + think; and right in the midst of it up jumps old Uncle Silas, white as a + sheet, and sings out: + </p> + <p> + “IT’S TRUE, EVERY WORD—I MURDERED HIM IN COLD BLOOD!” + </p> + <p> + By Jackson, it petrified them! People rose up wild all over the house, + straining and staring for a better look at him, and the judge was + hammering with his mallet and the sheriff yelling “Order—order in + the court—order!” + </p> + <p> + And all the while the old man stood there a-quaking and his eyes + a-burning, and not looking at his wife and daughter, which was clinging to + him and begging him to keep still, but pawing them off with his hands and + saying he WOULD clear his black soul from crime, he WOULD heave off this + load that was more than he could bear, and he WOULDN’T bear it another + hour! And then he raged right along with his awful tale, everybody + a-staring and gasping, judge, jury, lawyers, and everybody, and Benny and + Aunt Sally crying their hearts out. And by George, Tom Sawyer never looked + at him once! Never once—just set there gazing with all his eyes at + something else, I couldn’t tell what. And so the old man raged right + along, pouring his words out like a stream of fire: + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0273}.jpg" alt="{0273}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0273}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + “I killed him! I am guilty! But I never had the notion in my life to hurt + him or harm him, spite of all them lies about my threatening him, till the + very minute I raised the club—then my heart went cold!—then + the pity all went out of it, and I struck to kill! In that one moment all + my wrongs come into my mind; all the insults that that man and the + scoundrel his brother, there, had put upon me, and how they laid in + together to ruin me with the people, and take away my good name, and DRIVE + me to some deed that would destroy me and my family that hadn’t ever done + THEM no harm, so help me God! And they done it in a mean revenge—for + why? Because my innocent pure girl here at my side wouldn’t marry that + rich, insolent, ignorant coward, Brace Dunlap, who’s been sniveling here + over a brother he never cared a brass farthing for—” [I see Tom give + a jump and look glad THIS time, to a dead certainty] “—and in that + moment I’ve told you about, I forgot my God and remembered only my heart’s + bitterness, God forgive me, and I struck to kill. In one second I was + miserably sorry—oh, filled with remorse; but I thought of my poor + family, and I MUST hide what I’d done for their sakes; and I did hide that + corpse in the bushes; and presently I carried it to the tobacker field; + and in the deep night I went with my shovel and buried it where—” + </p> + <p> + Up jumps Tom and shouts: + </p> + <p> + “NOW, I’ve got it!” and waves his hand, oh, ever so fine and starchy, + towards the old man, and says: + </p> + <p> + “Set down! A murder WAS done, but you never had no hand in it!” + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0275}.jpg" alt="{0275}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0275}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + Well, sir, you could a heard a pin drop. And the old man he sunk down kind + of bewildered in his seat and Aunt Sally and Benny didn’t know it, because + they was so astonished and staring at Tom with their mouths open and not + knowing what they was about. And the whole house the same. I never seen + people look so helpless and tangled up, and I hain’t ever seen eyes bug + out and gaze without a blink the way theirn did. Tom says, perfectly ca’m: + </p> + <p> + “Your honor, may I speak?” + </p> + <p> + “For God’s sake, yes—go on!” says the judge, so astonished and mixed + up he didn’t know what he was about hardly. + </p> + <p> + Then Tom he stood there and waited a second or two—that was for to + work up an “effect,” as he calls it—then he started in just as ca’m + as ever, and says: + </p> + <p> + “For about two weeks now there’s been a little bill sticking on the front + of this courthouse offering two thousand dollars reward for a couple of + big di’monds—stole at St. Louis. Them di’monds is worth twelve + thousand dollars. But never mind about that till I get to it. Now about + this murder. I will tell you all about it—how it happened—who + done it—every DEtail.” + </p> + <p> + You could see everybody nestle now, and begin to listen for all they was + worth. + </p> + <p> + “This man here, Brace Dunlap, that’s been sniveling so about his dead + brother that YOU know he never cared a straw for, wanted to marry that + young girl there, and she wouldn’t have him. So he told Uncle Silas he + would make him sorry. Uncle Silas knowed how powerful he was, and how + little chance he had against such a man, and he was scared and worried, + and done everything he could think of to smooth him over and get him to be + good to him: he even took his no-account brother Jubiter on the farm and + give him wages and stinted his own family to pay them; and Jubiter done + everything his brother could contrive to insult Uncle Silas, and fret and + worry him, and try to drive Uncle Silas into doing him a hurt, so as to + injure Uncle Silas with the people. And it done it. Everybody turned + against him and said the meanest kind of things about him, and it graduly + broke his heart—yes, and he was so worried and distressed that often + he warn’t hardly in his right mind. + </p> + <p> + “Well, on that Saturday that we’ve had so much trouble about, two of these + witnesses here, Lem Beebe and Jim Lane, come along by where Uncle Silas + and Jubiter Dunlap was at work—and that much of what they’ve said is + true, the rest is lies. They didn’t hear Uncle Silas say he would kill + Jubiter; they didn’t hear no blow struck; they didn’t see no dead man, and + they didn’t see Uncle Silas hide anything in the bushes. Look at them now—how + they set there, wishing they hadn’t been so handy with their tongues; + anyway, they’ll wish it before I get done. + </p> + <p> + “That same Saturday evening Bill and Jack Withers DID see one man lugging + off another one. That much of what they said is true, and the rest is + lies. First off they thought it was a nigger stealing Uncle Silas’s corn—you + notice it makes them look silly, now, to find out somebody overheard them + say that. That’s because they found out by and by who it was that was + doing the lugging, and THEY know best why they swore here that they took + it for Uncle Silas by the gait—which it WASN’T, and they knowed it + when they swore to that lie. + </p> + <p> + “A man out in the moonlight DID see a murdered person put under ground in + the tobacker field—but it wasn’t Uncle Silas that done the burying. + He was in his bed at that very time. + </p> + <p> + “Now, then, before I go on, I want to ask you if you’ve ever noticed this: + that people, when they’re thinking deep, or when they’re worried, are most + always doing something with their hands, and they don’t know it, and don’t + notice what it is their hands are doing, some stroke their chins; some + stroke their noses; some stroke up UNDER their chin with their hand; some + twirl a chain, some fumble a button, then there’s some that draws a figure + or a letter with their finger on their cheek, or under their chin or on + their under lip. That’s MY way. When I’m restless, or worried, or thinking + hard, I draw capital V’s on my cheek or on my under lip or under my chin, + and never anything BUT capital V’s—and half the time I don’t notice + it and don’t know I’m doing it.” + </p> + <p> + That was odd. That is just what I do; only I make an O. And I could see + people nodding to one another, same as they do when they mean “THAT’s so.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, then, I’ll go on. That same Saturday—no, it was the night + before—there was a steamboat laying at Flagler’s Landing, forty + miles above here, and it was raining and storming like the nation. And + there was a thief aboard, and he had them two big di’monds that’s + advertised out here on this courthouse door; and he slipped ashore with + his hand-bag and struck out into the dark and the storm, and he was + a-hoping he could get to this town all right and be safe. But he had two + pals aboard the boat, hiding, and he knowed they was going to kill him the + first chance they got and take the di’monds; because all three stole them, + and then this fellow he got hold of them and skipped. + </p> + <p> + “Well, he hadn’t been gone more’n ten minutes before his pals found it + out, and they jumped ashore and lit out after him. Prob’ly they burnt + matches and found his tracks. Anyway, they dogged along after him all day + Saturday and kept out of his sight; and towards sundown he come to the + bunch of sycamores down by Uncle Silas’s field, and he went in there to + get a disguise out of his hand-bag and put it on before he showed himself + here in the town—and mind you he done that just a little after the + time that Uncle Silas was hitting Jubiter Dunlap over the head with a club—for + he DID hit him. + </p> + <p> + “But the minute the pals see that thief slide into the bunch of sycamores, + they jumped out of the bushes and slid in after him. + </p> + <p> + “They fell on him and clubbed him to death. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, for all he screamed and howled so, they never had no mercy on him, + but clubbed him to death. And two men that was running along the road + heard him yelling that way, and they made a rush into the sycamore bunch—which + was where they was bound for, anyway—and when the pals saw them they + lit out and the two new men after them a-chasing them as tight as they + could go. But only a minute or two—then these two new men slipped + back very quiet into the sycamores. + </p> + <p> + “THEN what did they do? I will tell you what they done. They found where + the thief had got his disguise out of his carpet-sack to put on; so one of + them strips and puts on that disguise.” + </p> + <p> + Tom waited a little here, for some more “effect”—then he says, very + deliberate: + </p> + <p> + “The man that put on that dead man’s disguise was—JUBITER DUNLAP!” + </p> + <p> + “Great Scott!” everybody shouted, all over the house, and old Uncle Silas + he looked perfectly astonished. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it was Jubiter Dunlap. Not dead, you see. Then they pulled off the + dead man’s boots and put Jubiter Dunlap’s old ragged shoes on the corpse + and put the corpse’s boots on Jubiter Dunlap. Then Jubiter Dunlap stayed + where he was, and the other man lugged the dead body off in the twilight; + and after midnight he went to Uncle Silas’s house, and took his old green + work-robe off of the peg where it always hangs in the passage betwixt the + house and the kitchen and put it on, and stole the long-handled shovel and + went off down into the tobacker field and buried the murdered man.” + </p> + <p> + He stopped, and stood half a minute. Then—“And who do you reckon the + murdered man WAS? It was—JAKE Dunlap, the long-lost burglar!” + </p> + <p> + “Great Scott!” + </p> + <p> + “And the man that buried him was—BRACE Dunlap, his brother!” + </p> + <p> + “Great Scott!” + </p> + <p> + “And who do you reckon is this mowing idiot here that’s letting on all + these weeks to be a deef and dumb stranger? It’s—JUBITER Dunlap!” + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0281}.jpg" alt="{0281}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0281}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + My land, they all busted out in a howl, and you never see the like of that + excitement since the day you was born. And Tom he made a jump for Jubiter + and snaked off his goggles and his false whiskers, and there was the + murdered man, sure enough, just as alive as anybody! And Aunt Sally and + Benny they went to hugging and crying and kissing and smothering old Uncle + Silas to that degree he was more muddled and confused and mushed up in his + mind than he ever was before, and that is saying considerable. And next, + people begun to yell: + </p> + <p> + “Tom Sawyer! Tom Sawyer! Shut up everybody, and let him go on! Go on, Tom + Sawyer!” + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0285}.jpg" alt="{0285}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0285}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + Which made him feel uncommon bully, for it was nuts for Tom Sawyer to be a + public character that-away, and a hero, as he calls it. So when it was all + quiet, he says: + </p> + <p> + “There ain’t much left, only this. When that man there, Bruce Dunlap, had + most worried the life and sense out of Uncle Silas till at last he plumb + lost his mind and hit this other blatherskite, his brother, with a club, I + reckon he seen his chance. Jubiter broke for the woods to hide, and I + reckon the game was for him to slide out, in the night, and leave the + country. Then Brace would make everybody believe Uncle Silas killed him + and hid his body somers; and that would ruin Uncle Silas and drive HIM out + of the country—hang him, maybe; I dunno. But when they found their + dead brother in the sycamores without knowing him, because he was so + battered up, they see they had a better thing; disguise BOTH and bury Jake + and dig him up presently all dressed up in Jubiter’s clothes, and hire Jim + Lane and Bill Withers and the others to swear to some handy lies—which + they done. And there they set, now, and I told them they would be looking + sick before I got done, and that is the way they’re looking now. + </p> + <p> + “Well, me and Huck Finn here, we come down on the boat with the thieves, + and the dead one told us all about the di’monds, and said the others would + murder him if they got the chance; and we was going to help him all we + could. We was bound for the sycamores when we heard them killing him in + there; but we was in there in the early morning after the storm and + allowed nobody hadn’t been killed, after all. And when we see Jubiter + Dunlap here spreading around in the very same disguise Jake told us HE was + going to wear, we thought it was Jake his own self—and he was + goo-gooing deef and dumb, and THAT was according to agreement. + </p> + <p> + “Well, me and Huck went on hunting for the corpse after the others quit, + and we found it. And was proud, too; but Uncle Silas he knocked us crazy + by telling us HE killed the man. So we was mighty sorry we found the body, + and was bound to save Uncle Silas’s neck if we could; and it was going to + be tough work, too, because he wouldn’t let us break him out of prison the + way we done with our old nigger Jim. + </p> + <p> + “I done everything I could the whole month to think up some way to save + Uncle Silas, but I couldn’t strike a thing. So when we come into court + to-day I come empty, and couldn’t see no chance anywheres. But by and by I + had a glimpse of something that set me thinking—just a little wee + glimpse—only that, and not enough to make sure; but it set me + thinking hard—and WATCHING, when I was only letting on to think; and + by and by, sure enough, when Uncle Silas was piling out that stuff about + HIM killing Jubiter Dunlap, I catched that glimpse again, and this time I + jumped up and shut down the proceedings, because I KNOWED Jubiter Dunlap + was a-setting here before me. I knowed him by a thing which I seen him do—and + I remembered it. I’d seen him do it when I was here a year ago.” + </p> + <p> + He stopped then, and studied a minute—laying for an “effect”—I + knowed it perfectly well. Then he turned off like he was going to leave + the platform, and says, kind of lazy and indifferent: + </p> + <p> + “Well, I believe that is all.” + </p> + <p> + Why, you never heard such a howl!—and it come from the whole house: + </p> + <p> + “What WAS it you seen him do? Stay where you are, you little devil! You + think you are going to work a body up till his mouth’s a-watering and stop + there? What WAS it he done?” + </p> + <p> + That was it, you see—he just done it to get an “effect”; you + couldn’t ’a’ pulled him off of that platform with a yoke of oxen. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, it wasn’t anything much,” he says. “I seen him looking a little + excited when he found Uncle Silas was actually fixing to hang himself for + a murder that warn’t ever done; and he got more and more nervous and + worried, I a-watching him sharp but not seeming to look at him—and + all of a sudden his hands begun to work and fidget, and pretty soon his + left crept up and HIS FINGER DRAWED A CROSS ON HIS CHEEK, and then I HAD + him!” + </p> + <p> + Well, then they ripped and howled and stomped and clapped their hands till + Tom Sawyer was that proud and happy he didn’t know what to do with + himself. + </p> + <p> + And then the judge he looked down over his pulpit and says: + </p> + <p> + “My boy, did you SEE all the various details of this strange conspiracy + and tragedy that you’ve been describing?” + </p> + <p> + “No, your honor, I didn’t see any of them.” + </p> + <p> + “Didn’t see any of them! Why, you’ve told the whole history straight + through, just the same as if you’d seen it with your eyes. How did you + manage that?” + </p> + <p> + Tom says, kind of easy and comfortable: + </p> + <p> + “Oh, just noticing the evidence and piecing this and that together, your + honor; just an ordinary little bit of detective work; anybody could ’a’ + done it.” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing of the kind! Not two in a million could ’a’ done it. You are a + very remarkable boy.” + </p> + <p> + Then they let go and give Tom another smashing round, and he—well, + he wouldn’t ’a’ sold out for a silver mine. Then the judge says: + </p> + <p> + “But are you certain you’ve got this curious history straight?” + </p> + <p> + “Perfectly, your honor. Here is Brace Dunlap—let him deny his share + of it if he wants to take the chance; I’ll engage to make him wish he + hadn’t said anything...... Well, you see HE’S pretty quiet. And his + brother’s pretty quiet, and them four witnesses that lied so and got paid + for it, they’re pretty quiet. And as for Uncle Silas, it ain’t any use for + him to put in his oar, I wouldn’t believe him under oath!” + </p> + <p> + Well, sir, that fairly made them shout; and even the judge he let go and + laughed. Tom he was just feeling like a rainbow. When they was done + laughing he looks up at the judge and says: + </p> + <p> + “Your honor, there’s a thief in this house.” + </p> + <p> + “A thief?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir. And he’s got them twelve-thousand-dollar di’monds on him.” + </p> + <p> + By gracious, but it made a stir! Everybody went shouting: + </p> + <p> + “Which is him? which is him? p’int him out!” + </p> + <p> + And the judge says: + </p> + <p> + “Point him out, my lad. Sheriff, you will arrest him. Which one is it?” + </p> + <p> + Tom says: + </p> + <p> + “This late dead man here—Jubiter Dunlap.” + </p> + <p> + Then there was another thundering let-go of astonishment and excitement; + but Jubiter, which was astonished enough before, was just fairly putrified + with astonishment this time. And he spoke up, about half crying, and says: + </p> + <p> + “Now THAT’S a lie. Your honor, it ain’t fair; I’m plenty bad enough + without that. I done the other things—Brace he put me up to it, and + persuaded me, and promised he’d make me rich, some day, and I done it, and + I’m sorry I done it, and I wisht I hadn’t; but I hain’t stole no di’monds, + and I hain’t GOT no di’monds; I wisht I may never stir if it ain’t so. The + sheriff can search me and see.” + </p> + <p> + Tom says: + </p> + <p> + “Your honor, it wasn’t right to call him a thief, and I’ll let up on that + a little. He did steal the di’monds, but he didn’t know it. He stole them + from his brother Jake when he was laying dead, after Jake had stole them + from the other thieves; but Jubiter didn’t know he was stealing them; and + he’s been swelling around here with them a month; yes, sir, twelve + thousand dollars’ worth of di’monds on him—all that riches, and + going around here every day just like a poor man. Yes, your honor, he’s + got them on him now.” + </p> + <p> + The judge spoke up and says: + </p> + <p> + “Search him, sheriff.” + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0205}.jpg" alt="{0205}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0205}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + Well, sir, the sheriff he ransacked him high and low, and everywhere: + searched his hat, socks, seams, boots, everything—and Tom he stood + there quiet, laying for another of them effects of hisn. Finally the + sheriff he give it up, and everybody looked disappointed, and Jubiter + says: + </p> + <p> + “There, now! what’d I tell you?” + </p> + <p> + And the judge says: + </p> + <p> + “It appears you were mistaken this time, my boy.” + </p> + <p> + Then Tom took an attitude and let on to be studying with all his might, + and scratching his head. Then all of a sudden he glanced up chipper, and + says: + </p> + <p> + “Oh, now I’ve got it! I’d forgot.” + </p> + <p> + Which was a lie, and I knowed it. Then he says: + </p> + <p> + “Will somebody be good enough to lend me a little small screwdriver? There + was one in your brother’s hand-bag that you smouched, Jubiter, but I + reckon you didn’t fetch it with you.” + </p> + <p> + “No, I didn’t. I didn’t want it, and I give it away.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s because you didn’t know what it was for.” + </p> + <p> + Jubiter had his boots on again, by now, and when the thing Tom wanted was + passed over the people’s heads till it got to him, he says to Jubiter: + </p> + <p> + “Put up your foot on this chair.” And he kneeled down and begun to unscrew + the heel-plate, everybody watching; and when he got that big di’mond out + of that boot-heel and held it up and let it flash and blaze and squirt + sunlight everwhichaway, it just took everybody’s breath; and Jubiter he + looked so sick and sorry you never see the like of it. And when Tom held + up the other di’mond he looked sorrier than ever. Land! he was thinking + how he would ’a’ skipped out and been rich and independent in a foreign + land if he’d only had the luck to guess what the screwdriver was in the + carpet-bag for. + </p> + <p> + Well, it was a most exciting time, take it all around, and Tom got cords + of glory. The judge took the di’monds, and stood up in his pulpit, and + cleared his throat, and shoved his spectacles back on his head, and says: + </p> + <p> + “I’ll keep them and notify the owners; and when they send for them it will + be a real pleasure to me to hand you the two thousand dollars, for you’ve + earned the money—yes, and you’ve earned the deepest and most + sincerest thanks of this community besides, for lifting a wronged and + innocent family out of ruin and shame, and saving a good and honorable man + from a felon’s death, and for exposing to infamy and the punishment of the + law a cruel and odious scoundrel and his miserable creatures!” + </p> + <p> + Well, sir, if there’d been a brass band to bust out some music, then, it + would ’a’ been just the perfectest thing I ever see, and Tom Sawyer he + said the same. + </p> + <p> + Then the sheriff he nabbed Brace Dunlap and his crowd, and by and by next + month the judge had them up for trial and jailed the whole lot. And + everybody crowded back to Uncle Silas’s little old church, and was ever so + loving and kind to him and the family and couldn’t do enough for them; and + Uncle Silas he preached them the blamedest jumbledest idiotic sermons you + ever struck, and would tangle you up so you couldn’t find your way home in + daylight; but the people never let on but what they thought it was the + clearest and brightest and elegantest sermons that ever was; and they + would set there and cry, for love and pity; but, by George, they give me + the jim-jams and the fan-tods and caked up what brains I had, and turned + them solid; but by and by they loved the old man’s intellects back into + him again, and he was as sound in his skull as ever he was, which ain’t no + flattery, I reckon. And so the whole family was as happy as birds, and + nobody could be gratefuler and lovinger than what they was to Tom Sawyer; + and the same to me, though I hadn’t done nothing. And when the two + thousand dollars come, Tom give half of it to me, and never told anybody + so, which didn’t surprise me, because I knowed him. + </p> + +<div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img src="images/{0291}.jpg" alt="{0291}" width="100%" /><br /> </div> <h5> <a href="images/{0291}.jpg"> <img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> + + <p> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </p> + +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Tom Sawyer, Detective, by +Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TOM SAWYER, DETECTIVE *** + +***** This file should be named 93-h.htm or 93-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/9/93/ + +Produced by An Anonymous Volunteer, and David Widger + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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