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diff --git a/7101-h/7101-h.htm b/7101-h/7101-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..05ac137 --- /dev/null +++ b/7101-h/7101-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,2208 @@ +<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> +<html> +<head> +<title>HUCKLEBERRY FINN, By Mark Twain, Part 2.</title> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> + +<style type="text/css"> + <!-- + body {background:#faebd7; margin:10%; text-align:justify} + P { text-indent: 1em; + margin-top: .75em; + margin-bottom: .75em; } + H1,H2,H3,H4,H5,H6 { text-align: center; } + HR { width: 33%; text-align: center; } + blockquote {font-size: 97% } + .figleft {float: left;} + .figright {float: right;} + .toc { margin-left: 15%; margin-bottom: 0em;} + CENTER { padding: 10px;} + // --> +</style> + +</head> +<body> + +<h2>HUCKLEBERRY FINN, By Mark Twain, Part 2.</h2> +<pre> + +The Project Gutenberg EBook of Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Part 2 +by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Part 2 + Chapters VI. to X. + +Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +Release Date: June 27, 2004 [EBook #7101] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HUCKLEBERRY FINN, PART 2 *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + + + + +<br> +<hr> +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + + + + +<center> +<h1>ADVENTURES +<br><br> +OF +<br><br> +HUCKLEBERRY FINN</h1> + +<h3>(Tom Sawyer's Comrade)</h3> + +<h2>By Mark Twain</h2> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<h2>Part 2.</h2> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<center><img alt="bookcover.jpg (153K)" src="images/bookcover.jpg" +height="1007" width="942"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="frontispiece.jpg (194K)" src="images/frontispiece.jpg" +height="1028" width="697"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="titlepage.jpg (75K)" src="images/titlepage.jpg" +height="1063" width="769"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + + +<h2>CONTENTS.</h2> + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + + +<p><a href="#c6">CHAPTER VI.</a><br> +He Went for Judge Thatcher.—Huck Decided to +Leave.—Political<br> +Economy.—Thrashing Around.</p> + +<p><a href="#c7">CHAPTER VII.</a><br> +Laying for Him.—Locked in the Cabin.—Sinking the +Body.—Resting.</p> + +<p><a href="#c8">CHAPTER VIII.</a><br> +Sleeping in the Woods.—Raising the Dead.—Exploring +the Island.—Finding<br> +Jim.—Jim's Escape.—Signs.—Balum.</p> + +<p><a href="#c9">CHAPTER IX.</a><br> +The Cave.—The Floating House.</p> + +<p><a href="#c10">CHAPTER X.</a><br> +The Find.—Old Hank Bunker.—In Disguise.</p> + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS.</h2> +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + + +<a href="#c06-45">Getting out of the Way</a><br> +<a href="#c06-46">Solid Comfort</a><br> +<a href="#c06-48">Thinking it Over</a><br> +<a href="#c06-51">Raising a Howl</a><br> +<a href="#c07-53">"Git Up"</a><br> +<a href="#c07-54">The Shanty</a><br> +<a href="#c07-56">Shooting the Pig</a><br> +<a href="#c07-59">Taking a Rest</a><br> +<a href="#c08-61">In the Woods</a><br> +<a href="#c08-63">Watching the Boat</a><br> +<a href="#c08-64">Discovering the Camp Fire</a><br> +<a href="#c08-67">Jim and the Ghost</a><br> +<a href="#c08-72">Misto Bradish's Nigger</a><br> +<a href="#c09-74">Exploring the Cave</a><br> +<a href="#c09-75">In the Cave</a><br> +<a href="#c09-77">Jim sees a Dead Man</a><br> +<a href="#c10-79">They Found Eight Dollars</a><br> +<a href="#c10-80">Jim and the Snake</a><br> +<a href="#c10-81">Old Hank Bunker</a><br> +<a href="#c10-82">"A Fair Fit"</a><br> + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="notice.jpg (24K)" src="images/notice.jpg" height="236" +width="755"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + <br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<blockquote> +<blockquote> +<p>EXPLANATORY</p> + +<p>IN this book a number of dialects are used, to wit: the +Missouri negro dialect; the extremest form of the backwoods +Southwestern dialect; the ordinary "Pike County" dialect; and +four modified varieties of this last. The shadings have not been +done in a haphazard fashion, or by guesswork; but painstakingly, +and with the trustworthy guidance and support of personal +familiarity with these several forms of speech.</p> + +<p>I make this explanation for the reason that without it many +readers would suppose that all these characters were trying to +talk alike and not succeeding.</p> + +<p>THE AUTHOR.</p> +</blockquote> +</blockquote> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<h1>HUCKLEBERRY FINN</h1> + +<br> +<br> +<p>Scene: The Mississippi Valley Time: Forty to fifty years +ago</p> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="frontispiece2.jpg (72K)" src="images/frontispiece2.jpg" height="995" width="690"></center> + +<br> +<br> + + +<br> +<a name="c06-45"></a> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c6"></a> + +<center><img alt="c06-45.jpg (170K)" src="images/c06-45.jpg" height= +"1013" width="786"></center> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER VI.</p> + +<p>WELL, pretty soon the old man was up and around again, and +then he went for Judge Thatcher in the courts to make him give up +that money, and he went for me, too, for not stopping school. He +catched me a couple of times and thrashed me, but I went to +school just the same, and dodged him or outrun him most of the +time. I didn't want to go to school much before, but I reckoned +I'd go now to spite pap. That law trial was a slow +business—appeared like they warn't ever going to get +started on it; so every now and then I'd borrow two or three +dollars off of the judge for him, to keep from getting a +cowhiding. Every time he got money he got drunk; and every time +he got drunk he raised Cain around town; and every time he raised +Cain he got jailed. He was just suited—this kind of thing +was right in his line.</p> + +<p>He got to hanging around the widow's too much and so she told +him at last that if he didn't quit using around there she would +make trouble for him. Well, WASN'T he mad? He said he would show +who was Huck Finn's boss. So he watched out for me one day in +the spring, and catched me, and took me up the river about three +mile in a skiff, and crossed over to the Illinois shore where it +was woody and there warn't no houses but an old log hut in a +place where the timber was so thick you couldn't find it if you +didn't know where it was.</p> + +<p>He kept me with him all the time, and I never got a chance to +run off. We lived in that old cabin, and he always locked the +door and put the key under his head nights. He had a gun which +he had stole, I reckon, and we fished and hunted, and that was +what we lived on. Every little while he locked me in and went +down to the store, three miles, to the ferry, and traded fish and +game for whisky, and fetched it home and got drunk and had a good +time, and licked me. The widow she found out where I was by and +by, and she sent a man over to try to get hold of me; but pap +drove him off with the gun, and it warn't long after that till I +was used to being where I was, and liked it—all but the +cowhide part.</p> + +<p>It was kind of lazy and jolly, laying off comfortable all day, +smoking and fishing, and no books nor study. Two months or more +run along, and my clothes got to be all rags and dirt, and I +didn't see how I'd ever got to like it so well at the widow's, +where you had to wash, and eat on a plate, and comb up, and go to +bed and get up regular, and be forever bothering over a book, and +have old Miss Watson pecking at you all the time. I didn't want +to go back no more. I had stopped cussing, because the widow +didn't like it; but now I took to it again because pap hadn't no +objections. It was pretty good times up in the woods there, take +it all around.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c06-46"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="c06-46.jpg (60K)" src="images/c06-46.jpg" height="449" +width="587"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<p>But by and by pap got too handy with his hick'ry, and I +couldn't stand it. I was all over welts. He got to going away so +much, too, and locking me in. Once he locked me in and was gone +three days. It was dreadful lonesome. I judged he had got +drowned, and I wasn't ever going to get out any more. I was +scared. I made up my mind I would fix up some way to leave +there. I had tried to get out of that cabin many a time, but I +couldn't find no way. There warn't a window to it big enough for +a dog to get through. I couldn't get up the chimbly; it was too +narrow. The door was thick, solid oak slabs. Pap was pretty +careful not to leave a knife or anything in the cabin when he was +away; I reckon I had hunted the place over as much as a hundred +times; well, I was most all the time at it, because it was about +the only way to put in the time. But this time I found something +at last; I found an old rusty wood-saw without any handle; it was +laid in between a rafter and the clapboards of the roof. I +greased it up and went to work. There was an old horse-blanket +nailed against the logs at the far end of the cabin behind the +table, to keep the wind from blowing through the chinks and +putting the candle out. I got under the table and raised the +blanket, and went to work to saw a section of the big bottom log +out—big enough to let me through. Well, it was a good long +job, but I was getting towards the end of it when I heard pap's +gun in the woods. I got rid of the signs of my work, and dropped +the blanket and hid my saw, and pretty soon pap come in.</p> + +<p>Pap warn't in a good humor—so he was his natural self. + He said he was down town, and everything was going wrong. His +lawyer said he reckoned he would win his lawsuit and get the +money if they ever got started on the trial; but then there was +ways to put it off a long time, and Judge Thatcher knowed how to +do it. And he said people allowed there'd be another trial to get +me away from him and give me to the widow for my guardian, and +they guessed it would win this time. This shook me up +considerable, because I didn't want to go back to the widow's any +more and be so cramped up and sivilized, as they called it. Then +the old man got to cussing, and cussed everything and everybody +he could think of, and then cussed them all over again to make +sure he hadn't skipped any, and after that he polished off with a +kind of a general cuss all round, including a considerable parcel +of people which he didn't know the names of, and so called them +what's-his-name when he got to them, and went right along with +his cussing.</p> + +<p>He said he would like to see the widow get me. He said he +would watch out, and if they tried to come any such game on him +he knowed of a place six or seven mile off to stow me in, where +they might hunt till they dropped and they couldn't find me. + That made me pretty uneasy again, but only for a minute; I +reckoned I wouldn't stay on hand till he got that chance.</p> + +<p>The old man made me go to the skiff and fetch the things he +had got. There was a fifty-pound sack of corn meal, and a side of +bacon, ammunition, and a four-gallon jug of whisky, and an old +book and two newspapers for wadding, besides some tow. I toted +up a load, and went back and set down on the bow of the skiff to +rest. I thought it all over, and I reckoned I would walk off +with the gun and some lines, and take to the woods when I run +away. I guessed I wouldn't stay in one place, but just tramp +right across the country, mostly night times, and hunt and fish +to keep alive, and so get so far away that the old man nor the +widow couldn't ever find me any more. I judged I would saw out +and leave that night if pap got drunk enough, and I reckoned he +would. I got so full of it I didn't notice how long I was +staying till the old man hollered and asked me whether I was +asleep or drownded.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c06-48"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="c06-48.jpg (66K)" src="images/c06-48.jpg" height="543" +width="446"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<p>I got the things all up to the cabin, and then it was about +dark. While I was cooking supper the old man took a swig or two +and got sort of warmed up, and went to ripping again. He had +been drunk over in town, and laid in the gutter all night, and he +was a sight to look at. A body would a thought he was +Adam—he was just all mud. Whenever his liquor begun to +work he most always went for the govment, this time he says:</p> + +<p>"Call this a govment! why, just look at it and see what it's +like. Here's the law a-standing ready to take a man's son away +from him—a man's own son, which he has had all the trouble +and all the anxiety and all the expense of raising. Yes, just as +that man has got that son raised at last, and ready to go to work +and begin to do suthin' for HIM and give him a rest, the law up +and goes for him. And they call THAT govment! That ain't all, +nuther. The law backs that old Judge Thatcher up and helps him +to keep me out o' my property. Here's what the law does: The +law takes a man worth six thousand dollars and up'ards, and jams +him into an old trap of a cabin like this, and lets him go round +in clothes that ain't fitten for a hog. They call that govment! + A man can't get his rights in a govment like this. Sometimes +I've a mighty notion to just leave the country for good and all. +Yes, and I TOLD 'em so; I told old Thatcher so to his face. Lots +of 'em heard me, and can tell what I said. Says I, for two cents +I'd leave the blamed country and never come a-near it agin. + Them's the very words. I says look at my hat—if you call +it a hat—but the lid raises up and the rest of it goes down +till it's below my chin, and then it ain't rightly a hat at all, +but more like my head was shoved up through a jint o' stove-pipe. + Look at it, says I—such a hat for me to wear—one of +the wealthiest men in this town if I could git my rights.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, this is a wonderful govment, wonderful. Why, looky +here. There was a free nigger there from Ohio—a mulatter, +most as white as a white man. He had the whitest shirt on you +ever see, too, and the shiniest hat; and there ain't a man in +that town that's got as fine clothes as what he had; and he had a +gold watch and chain, and a silver-headed cane—the +awfulest old gray-headed nabob in the State. And what do you +think? They said he was a p'fessor in a college, and could talk +all kinds of languages, and knowed everything. And that ain't +the wust. They said he could VOTE when he was at home. Well, +that let me out. Thinks I, what is the country a-coming to? It +was 'lection day, and I was just about to go and vote myself if I +warn't too drunk to get there; but when they told me there was a +State in this country where they'd let that nigger vote, I drawed +out. I says I'll never vote agin. Them's the very words I said; +they all heard me; and the country may rot for all me—I'll +never vote agin as long as I live. And to see the cool way of +that nigger—why, he wouldn't a give me the road if I hadn't +shoved him out o' the way. I says to the people, why ain't this +nigger put up at auction and sold?—that's what I want to +know. And what do you reckon they said? Why, they said he +couldn't be sold till he'd been in the State six months, and he +hadn't been there that long yet. There, now—that's a +specimen. They call that a govment that can't sell a free nigger +till he's been in the State six months. Here's a govment that +calls itself a govment, and lets on to be a govment, and thinks +it is a govment, and yet's got to set stock-still for six whole +months before it can take a hold of a prowling, thieving, +infernal, white-shirted free nigger, and—"</p> + +<p>Pap was agoing on so he never noticed where his old limber +legs was taking him to, so he went head over heels over the tub +of salt pork and barked both shins, and the rest of his speech +was all the hottest kind of language—mostly hove at the +nigger and the govment, though he give the tub some, too, all +along, here and there. He hopped around the cabin considerable, +first on one leg and then on the other, holding first one shin +and then the other one, and at last he let out with his left foot +all of a sudden and fetched the tub a rattling kick. But it +warn't good judgment, because that was the boot that had a couple +of his toes leaking out of the front end of it; so now he raised +a howl that fairly made a body's hair raise, and down he went in +the dirt, and rolled there, and held his toes; and the cussing he +done then laid over anything he had ever done previous. He said +so his own self afterwards. He had heard old Sowberry Hagan in +his best days, and he said it laid over him, too; but I reckon +that was sort of piling it on, maybe.</p> + +<p>After supper pap took the jug, and said he had enough whisky +there for two drunks and one delirium tremens. That was always +his word. I judged he would be blind drunk in about an hour, and +then I would steal the key, or saw myself out, one or t'other. + He drank and drank, and tumbled down on his blankets by and by; +but luck didn't run my way. He didn't go sound asleep, but was +uneasy. He groaned and moaned and thrashed around this way and +that for a long time. At last I got so sleepy I couldn't keep my +eyes open all I could do, and so before I knowed what I was about +I was sound asleep, and the candle burning.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c06-51"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="c06-51.jpg (64K)" src="images/c06-51.jpg" height="558" +width="444"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<p>I don't know how long I was asleep, but all of a sudden there +was an awful scream and I was up. There was pap looking wild, +and skipping around every which way and yelling about snakes. He +said they was crawling up his legs; and then he would give a jump +and scream, and say one had bit him on the cheek—but I +couldn't see no snakes. He started and run round and round the +cabin, hollering "Take him off! take him off! he's biting me on +the neck!" I never see a man look so wild in the eyes. Pretty +soon he was all fagged out, and fell down panting; then he rolled +over and over wonderful fast, kicking things every which way, and +striking and grabbing at the air with his hands, and screaming +and saying there was devils a-hold of him. He wore out by and +by, and laid still a while, moaning. Then he laid stiller, and +didn't make a sound. I could hear the owls and the wolves away +off in the woods, and it seemed terrible still. He was laying +over by the corner. By and by he raised up part way and listened, +with his head to one side. He says, very low:</p> + +<p>"Tramp—tramp—tramp; that's the dead; +tramp—tramp—tramp; they're coming after me; but I +won't go. Oh, they're here! don't touch me—don't! hands +off—they're cold; let go. Oh, let a poor devil alone!"</p> + +<p>Then he went down on all fours and crawled off, begging them +to let him alone, and he rolled himself up in his blanket and +wallowed in under the old pine table, still a-begging; and then +he went to crying. I could hear him through the blanket.</p> + +<p>By and by he rolled out and jumped up on his feet looking +wild, and he see me and went for me. He chased me round and +round the place with a clasp-knife, calling me the Angel of +Death, and saying he would kill me, and then I couldn't come for +him no more. I begged, and told him I was only Huck; but he +laughed SUCH a screechy laugh, and roared and cussed, and kept on +chasing me up. Once when I turned short and dodged under his arm +he made a grab and got me by the jacket between my shoulders, and +I thought I was gone; but I slid out of the jacket quick as +lightning, and saved myself. Pretty soon he was all tired out, +and dropped down with his back against the door, and said he +would rest a minute and then kill me. He put his knife under him, +and said he would sleep and get strong, and then he would see who +was who.</p> + +<p>So he dozed off pretty soon. By and by I got the old +split-bottom chair and clumb up as easy as I could, not to make +any noise, and got down the gun. I slipped the ramrod down it to +make sure it was loaded, then I laid it across the turnip barrel, +pointing towards pap, and set down behind it to wait for him to +stir. And how slow and still the time did drag along.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<hr> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c07-53"></a> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c7"></a> + +<center><img alt="c07-53.jpg (148K)" src="images/c07-53.jpg" height= +"979" width="790"></center> + +<p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER VII.</p> + +<p>"GIT up! What you 'bout?"</p> + +<p>I opened my eyes and looked around, trying to make out where I +was. It was after sun-up, and I had been sound asleep. Pap was +standing over me looking sour and sick, too. He says:</p> + +<p>"What you doin' with this gun?"</p> + +<p>I judged he didn't know nothing about what he had been doing, +so I says:</p> + +<p>"Somebody tried to get in, so I was laying for him."</p> + +<p>"Why didn't you roust me out?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I tried to, but I couldn't; I couldn't budge you."</p> + +<p>"Well, all right. Don't stand there palavering all day, but +out with you and see if there's a fish on the lines for +breakfast. I'll be along in a minute."</p> + +<p>He unlocked the door, and I cleared out up the river-bank. I +noticed some pieces of limbs and such things floating down, and a +sprinkling of bark; so I knowed the river had begun to rise. I +reckoned I would have great times now if I was over at the town. + The June rise used to be always luck for me; because as soon as +that rise begins here comes cordwood floating down, and pieces of +log rafts—sometimes a dozen logs together; so all you have +to do is to catch them and sell them to the wood-yards and the +sawmill.</p> + +<p>I went along up the bank with one eye out for pap and t'other +one out for what the rise might fetch along. Well, all at once +here comes a canoe; just a beauty, too, about thirteen or +fourteen foot long, riding high like a duck. I shot head-first +off of the bank like a frog, clothes and all on, and struck out +for the canoe. I just expected there'd be somebody laying down +in it, because people often done that to fool folks, and when a +chap had pulled a skiff out most to it they'd raise up and laugh +at him. But it warn't so this time. It was a drift-canoe sure +enough, and I clumb in and paddled her ashore. Thinks I, the old +man will be glad when he sees this—she's worth ten dollars. + But when I got to shore pap wasn't in sight yet, and as I was +running her into a little creek like a gully, all hung over with +vines and willows, I struck another idea: I judged I'd hide her +good, and then, 'stead of taking to the woods when I run off, I'd +go down the river about fifty mile and camp in one place for +good, and not have such a rough time tramping on foot.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c07-54"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="c07-54.jpg (79K)" src="images/c07-54.jpg" height="476" +width="594"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<p>It was pretty close to the shanty, and I thought I heard the +old man coming all the time; but I got her hid; and then I out +and looked around a bunch of willows, and there was the old man +down the path a piece just drawing a bead on a bird with his gun. + So he hadn't seen anything.</p> + +<p>When he got along I was hard at it taking up a "trot" line. + He abused me a little for being so slow; but I told him I fell +in the river, and that was what made me so long. I knowed he +would see I was wet, and then he would be asking questions. We +got five catfish off the lines and went home.</p> + +<p>While we laid off after breakfast to sleep up, both of us +being about wore out, I got to thinking that if I could fix up +some way to keep pap and the widow from trying to follow me, it +would be a certainer thing than trusting to luck to get far +enough off before they missed me; you see, all kinds of things +might happen. Well, I didn't see no way for a while, but by and +by pap raised up a minute to drink another barrel of water, and +he says:</p> + +<p>"Another time a man comes a-prowling round here you roust me +out, you hear? That man warn't here for no good. I'd a shot him. + Next time you roust me out, you hear?"</p> + +<p>Then he dropped down and went to sleep again; but what he had +been saying give me the very idea I wanted. I says to myself, I +can fix it now so nobody won't think of following me.</p> + +<p>About twelve o'clock we turned out and went along up the bank. + The river was coming up pretty fast, and lots of driftwood going +by on the rise. By and by along comes part of a log +raft—nine logs fast together. We went out with the skiff +and towed it ashore. Then we had dinner. Anybody but pap would a +waited and seen the day through, so as to catch more stuff; but +that warn't pap's style. Nine logs was enough for one time; he +must shove right over to town and sell. So he locked me in and +took the skiff, and started off towing the raft about half-past +three. I judged he wouldn't come back that night. I waited till +I reckoned he had got a good start; then I out with my saw, and +went to work on that log again. Before he was t'other side of +the river I was out of the hole; him and his raft was just a +speck on the water away off yonder.</p> + +<p>I took the sack of corn meal and took it to where the canoe +was hid, and shoved the vines and branches apart and put it in; +then I done the same with the side of bacon; then the whisky-jug. + I took all the coffee and sugar there was, and all the +ammunition; I took the wadding; I took the bucket and gourd; I +took a dipper and a tin cup, and my old saw and two blankets, and +the skillet and the coffee-pot. I took fish-lines and matches +and other things—everything that was worth a cent. I +cleaned out the place. I wanted an axe, but there wasn't any, +only the one out at the woodpile, and I knowed why I was going to +leave that. I fetched out the gun, and now I was done.</p> + +<p>I had wore the ground a good deal crawling out of the hole and +dragging out so many things. So I fixed that as good as I could +from the outside by scattering dust on the place, which covered +up the smoothness and the sawdust. Then I fixed the piece of log +back into its place, and put two rocks under it and one against +it to hold it there, for it was bent up at that place and didn't +quite touch ground. If you stood four or five foot away and +didn't know it was sawed, you wouldn't never notice it; and +besides, this was the back of the cabin, and it warn't likely +anybody would go fooling around there.</p> + +<p>It was all grass clear to the canoe, so I hadn't left a track. + I followed around to see. I stood on the bank and looked out +over the river. All safe. So I took the gun and went up a piece +into the woods, and was hunting around for some birds when I see +a wild pig; hogs soon went wild in them bottoms after they had +got away from the prairie farms. I shot this fellow and took him +into camp.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c07-56"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="c07-56.jpg (62K)" src="images/c07-56.jpg" height="478" +width="538"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<p>I took the axe and smashed in the door. I beat it and hacked +it considerable a-doing it. I fetched the pig in, and took him +back nearly to the table and hacked into his throat with the axe, +and laid him down on the ground to bleed; I say ground because it +was ground—hard packed, and no boards. Well, next I took +an old sack and put a lot of big rocks in it—all I could +drag—and I started it from the pig, and dragged it to the +door and through the woods down to the river and dumped it in, +and down it sunk, out of sight. You could easy see that +something had been dragged over the ground. I did wish Tom +Sawyer was there; I knowed he would take an interest in this kind +of business, and throw in the fancy touches. Nobody could spread +himself like Tom Sawyer in such a thing as that.</p> + +<p>Well, last I pulled out some of my hair, and blooded the axe +good, and stuck it on the back side, and slung the axe in the +corner. Then I took up the pig and held him to my breast with my +jacket (so he couldn't drip) till I got a good piece below the +house and then dumped him into the river. Now I thought of +something else. So I went and got the bag of meal and my old saw +out of the canoe, and fetched them to the house. I took the bag +to where it used to stand, and ripped a hole in the bottom of it +with the saw, for there warn't no knives and forks on the +place—pap done everything with his clasp-knife about the +cooking. Then I carried the sack about a hundred yards across +the grass and through the willows east of the house, to a shallow +lake that was five mile wide and full of rushes—and ducks +too, you might say, in the season. There was a slough or a creek +leading out of it on the other side that went miles away, I don't +know where, but it didn't go to the river. The meal sifted out +and made a little track all the way to the lake. I dropped pap's +whetstone there too, so as to look like it had been done by +accident. Then I tied up the rip in the meal sack with a string, +so it wouldn't leak no more, and took it and my saw to the canoe +again.</p> + +<p>It was about dark now; so I dropped the canoe down the river +under some willows that hung over the bank, and waited for the +moon to rise. I made fast to a willow; then I took a bite to +eat, and by and by laid down in the canoe to smoke a pipe and lay +out a plan. I says to myself, they'll follow the track of that +sackful of rocks to the shore and then drag the river for me. + And they'll follow that meal track to the lake and go browsing +down the creek that leads out of it to find the robbers that +killed me and took the things. They won't ever hunt the river +for anything but my dead carcass. They'll soon get tired of that, +and won't bother no more about me. All right; I can stop +anywhere I want to. Jackson's Island is good enough for me; I +know that island pretty well, and nobody ever comes there. And +then I can paddle over to town nights, and slink around and pick +up things I want. Jackson's Island's the place.</p> + +<p>I was pretty tired, and the first thing I knowed I was asleep. + When I woke up I didn't know where I was for a minute. I set up +and looked around, a little scared. Then I remembered. The +river looked miles and miles across. The moon was so bright I +could a counted the drift logs that went a-slipping along, black +and still, hundreds of yards out from shore. Everything was dead +quiet, and it looked late, and SMELT late. You know what I +mean—I don't know the words to put it in.</p> + +<p>I took a good gap and a stretch, and was just going to unhitch +and start when I heard a sound away over the water. I listened. + Pretty soon I made it out. It was that dull kind of a regular +sound that comes from oars working in rowlocks when it's a still +night. I peeped out through the willow branches, and there it +was—a skiff, away across the water. I couldn't tell how +many was in it. It kept a-coming, and when it was abreast of me +I see there warn't but one man in it. Think's I, maybe it's pap, +though I warn't expecting him. He dropped below me with the +current, and by and by he came a-swinging up shore in the easy +water, and he went by so close I could a reached out the gun and +touched him. Well, it WAS pap, sure enough—and sober, too, +by the way he laid his oars.</p> + +<p>I didn't lose no time. The next minute I was a-spinning down +stream soft but quick in the shade of the bank. I made two mile +and a half, and then struck out a quarter of a mile or more +towards the middle of the river, because pretty soon I would be +passing the ferry landing, and people might see me and hail me. + I got out amongst the driftwood, and then laid down in the +bottom of the canoe and let her float.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c07-59"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="c07-59.jpg (77K)" src="images/c07-59.jpg" height="466" +width="601"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<p> I laid there, and had a good rest and a smoke out of my pipe, +looking away into the sky; not a cloud in it. The sky looks ever +so deep when you lay down on your back in the moonshine; I never +knowed it before. And how far a body can hear on the water such +nights! I heard people talking at the ferry landing. I heard +what they said, too—every word of it. One man said it was +getting towards the long days and the short nights now. T'other +one said THIS warn't one of the short ones, he reckoned—and +then they laughed, and he said it over again, and they laughed +again; then they waked up another fellow and told him, and +laughed, but he didn't laugh; he ripped out something brisk, and +said let him alone. The first fellow said he 'lowed to tell it +to his old woman—she would think it was pretty good; but he +said that warn't nothing to some things he had said in his time. +I heard one man say it was nearly three o'clock, and he hoped +daylight wouldn't wait more than about a week longer. After that +the talk got further and further away, and I couldn't make out +the words any more; but I could hear the mumble, and now and then +a laugh, too, but it seemed a long ways off.</p> + +<p>I was away below the ferry now. I rose up, and there was +Jackson's Island, about two mile and a half down stream, heavy +timbered and standing up out of the middle of the river, big and +dark and solid, like a steamboat without any lights. There +warn't any signs of the bar at the head—it was all under +water now.</p> + +<p>It didn't take me long to get there. I shot past the head at +a ripping rate, the current was so swift, and then I got into the +dead water and landed on the side towards the Illinois shore. I +run the canoe into a deep dent in the bank that I knowed about; I +had to part the willow branches to get in; and when I made fast +nobody could a seen the canoe from the outside.</p> + +<p>I went up and set down on a log at the head of the island, and +looked out on the big river and the black driftwood and away over +to the town, three mile away, where there was three or four +lights twinkling. A monstrous big lumber-raft was about a mile +up stream, coming along down, with a lantern in the middle of it. + I watched it come creeping down, and when it was most abreast of +where I stood I heard a man say, "Stern oars, there! heave her +head to stabboard!" I heard that just as plain as if the man was +by my side.</p> + +<p>There was a little gray in the sky now; so I stepped into the +woods, and laid down for a nap before breakfast.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<hr> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c08-61"></a> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c8"></a> + +<center><img alt="c08-61.jpg (179K)" src="images/c08-61.jpg" height= +"973" width="796"></center> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER VIII.</p> + +<p>THE sun was up so high when I waked that I judged it was after +eight o'clock. I laid there in the grass and the cool shade +thinking about things, and feeling rested and ruther comfortable +and satisfied. I could see the sun out at one or two holes, but +mostly it was big trees all about, and gloomy in there amongst +them. There was freckled places on the ground where the light +sifted down through the leaves, and the freckled places swapped +about a little, showing there was a little breeze up there. A +couple of squirrels set on a limb and jabbered at me very +friendly.</p> + +<p>I was powerful lazy and comfortable—didn't want to get +up and cook breakfast. Well, I was dozing off again when I +thinks I hears a deep sound of "boom!" away up the river. I +rouses up, and rests on my elbow and listens; pretty soon I hears +it again. I hopped up, and went and looked out at a hole in the +leaves, and I see a bunch of smoke laying on the water a long +ways up—about abreast the ferry. And there was the +ferryboat full of people floating along down. I knowed what was +the matter now. "Boom!" I see the white smoke squirt out of the +ferryboat's side. You see, they was firing cannon over the +water, trying to make my carcass come to the top.</p> + +<p>I was pretty hungry, but it warn't going to do for me to start +a fire, because they might see the smoke. So I set there and +watched the cannon-smoke and listened to the boom. The river +was a mile wide there, and it always looks pretty on a summer +morning—so I was having a good enough time seeing them hunt +for my remainders if I only had a bite to eat. Well, then I +happened to think how they always put quicksilver in loaves of +bread and float them off, because they always go right to the +drownded carcass and stop there. So, says I, I'll keep a +lookout, and if any of them's floating around after me I'll give +them a show. I changed to the Illinois edge of the island to see +what luck I could have, and I warn't disappointed. A big double +loaf come along, and I most got it with a long stick, but my foot +slipped and she floated out further. Of course I was where the +current set in the closest to the shore—I knowed enough for +that. But by and by along comes another one, and this time I +won. I took out the plug and shook out the little dab of +quicksilver, and set my teeth in. It was "baker's +bread"—what the quality eat; none of your low-down +corn-pone.</p> + +<p>I got a good place amongst the leaves, and set there on a log, +munching the bread and watching the ferry-boat, and very well +satisfied. And then something struck me. I says, now I reckon +the widow or the parson or somebody prayed that this bread would +find me, and here it has gone and done it. So there ain't no +doubt but there is something in that thing—that is, +there's something in it when a body like the widow or the parson +prays, but it don't work for me, and I reckon it don't work for +only just the right kind.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c08-63"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="c08-63.jpg (79K)" src="images/c08-63.jpg" height="616" +width="459"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<p>I lit a pipe and had a good long smoke, and went on watching. + The ferryboat was floating with the current, and I allowed I'd +have a chance to see who was aboard when she come along, because +she would come in close, where the bread did. When she'd got +pretty well along down towards me, I put out my pipe and went to +where I fished out the bread, and laid down behind a log on the +bank in a little open place. Where the log forked I could peep +through.</p> + +<p>By and by she come along, and she drifted in so close that +they could a run out a plank and walked ashore. Most everybody +was on the boat. Pap, and Judge Thatcher, and Bessie Thatcher, +and Jo Harper, and Tom Sawyer, and his old Aunt Polly, and Sid +and Mary, and plenty more. Everybody was talking about the +murder, but the captain broke in and says:</p> + +<p>"Look sharp, now; the current sets in the closest here, and +maybe he's washed ashore and got tangled amongst the brush at the +water's edge. I hope so, anyway."</p> + +<p>"I didn't hope so. They all crowded up and leaned over the +rails, nearly in my face, and kept still, watching with all their +might. I could see them first-rate, but they couldn't see me. + Then the captain sung out:</p> + +<p>"Stand away!" and the cannon let off such a blast right before +me that it made me deef with the noise and pretty near blind with +the smoke, and I judged I was gone. If they'd a had some bullets +in, I reckon they'd a got the corpse they was after. Well, I see +I warn't hurt, thanks to goodness. The boat floated on and went +out of sight around the shoulder of the island. I could hear the +booming now and then, further and further off, and by and by, +after an hour, I didn't hear it no more. The island was three +mile long. I judged they had got to the foot, and was giving it +up. But they didn't yet a while. They turned around the foot of +the island and started up the channel on the Missouri side, under +steam, and booming once in a while as they went. I crossed over +to that side and watched them. When they got abreast the head of +the island they quit shooting and dropped over to the Missouri +shore and went home to the town.</p> + +<p>I knowed I was all right now. Nobody else would come +a-hunting after me. I got my traps out of the canoe and made me a +nice camp in the thick woods. I made a kind of a tent out of my +blankets to put my things under so the rain couldn't get at them. + I catched a catfish and haggled him open with my saw, and +towards sundown I started my camp fire and had supper. Then I +set out a line to catch some fish for breakfast.</p> + +<p>When it was dark I set by my camp fire smoking, and feeling +pretty well satisfied; but by and by it got sort of lonesome, and +so I went and set on the bank and listened to the current +swashing along, and counted the stars and drift logs and rafts +that come down, and then went to bed; there ain't no better way +to put in time when you are lonesome; you can't stay so, you soon +get over it.</p> + +<p>And so for three days and nights. No difference—just +the same thing. But the next day I went exploring around down +through the island. I was boss of it; it all belonged to me, so +to say, and I wanted to know all about it; but mainly I wanted to +put in the time. I found plenty strawberries, ripe and prime; +and green summer grapes, and green razberries; and the green +blackberries was just beginning to show. They would all come +handy by and by, I judged.</p> + +<p>Well, I went fooling along in the deep woods till I judged I +warn't far from the foot of the island. I had my gun along, but +I hadn't shot nothing; it was for protection; thought I would +kill some game nigh home. About this time I mighty near stepped +on a good-sized snake, and it went sliding off through the grass +and flowers, and I after it, trying to get a shot at it. I +clipped along, and all of a sudden I bounded right on to the +ashes of a camp fire that was still smoking.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c08-64"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="c08-64.jpg (65K)" src="images/c08-64.jpg" height="586" +width="423"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<p>My heart jumped up amongst my lungs. I never waited for to +look further, but uncocked my gun and went sneaking back on my +tiptoes as fast as ever I could. Every now and then I stopped a +second amongst the thick leaves and listened, but my breath come +so hard I couldn't hear nothing else. I slunk along another +piece further, then listened again; and so on, and so on. If I +see a stump, I took it for a man; if I trod on a stick and broke +it, it made me feel like a person had cut one of my breaths in +two and I only got half, and the short half, too.</p> + +<p>When I got to camp I warn't feeling very brash, there warn't +much sand in my craw; but I says, this ain't no time to be +fooling around. So I got all my traps into my canoe again so as +to have them out of sight, and I put out the fire and scattered +the ashes around to look like an old last year's camp, and then +clumb a tree.</p> + +<p>I reckon I was up in the tree two hours; but I didn't see +nothing, I didn't hear nothing—I only THOUGHT I heard and +seen as much as a thousand things. Well, I couldn't stay up +there forever; so at last I got down, but I kept in the thick +woods and on the lookout all the time. All I could get to eat was +berries and what was left over from breakfast.</p> + +<p>By the time it was night I was pretty hungry. So when it was +good and dark I slid out from shore before moonrise and paddled +over to the Illinois bank—about a quarter of a mile. I +went out in the woods and cooked a supper, and I had about made +up my mind I would stay there all night when I hear a +PLUNKETY-PLUNK, PLUNKETY-PLUNK, and says to myself, horses +coming; and next I hear people's voices. I got everything into +the canoe as quick as I could, and then went creeping through the +woods to see what I could find out. I hadn't got far when I hear +a man say:</p> + +<p>"We better camp here if we can find a good place; the horses +is about beat out. Let's look around."</p> + +<p>I didn't wait, but shoved out and paddled away easy. I tied +up in the old place, and reckoned I would sleep in the canoe.</p> + +<p>I didn't sleep much. I couldn't, somehow, for thinking. And +every time I waked up I thought somebody had me by the neck. So +the sleep didn't do me no good. By and by I says to myself, I +can't live this way; I'm a-going to find out who it is that's +here on the island with me; I'll find it out or bust. Well, I +felt better right off.</p> + +<p>So I took my paddle and slid out from shore just a step or +two, and then let the canoe drop along down amongst the shadows. + The moon was shining, and outside of the shadows it made it most +as light as day. I poked along well on to an hour, everything +still as rocks and sound asleep. Well, by this time I was most +down to the foot of the island. A little ripply, cool breeze +begun to blow, and that was as good as saying the night was about +done. I give her a turn with the paddle and brung her nose to +shore; then I got my gun and slipped out and into the edge of the +woods. I sat down there on a log, and looked out through the +leaves. I see the moon go off watch, and the darkness begin to +blanket the river. But in a little while I see a pale streak over +the treetops, and knowed the day was coming. So I took my gun +and slipped off towards where I had run across that camp fire, +stopping every minute or two to listen. But I hadn't no luck +somehow; I couldn't seem to find the place. But by and by, sure +enough, I catched a glimpse of fire away through the trees. I +went for it, cautious and slow. By and by I was close enough to +have a look, and there laid a man on the ground. It most give me +the fantods. He had a blanket around his head, and his head was +nearly in the fire. I set there behind a clump of bushes in +about six foot of him, and kept my eyes on him steady. It was +getting gray daylight now. Pretty soon he gapped and stretched +himself and hove off the blanket, and it was Miss Watson's Jim! + I bet I was glad to see him. I says:</p> + +<p>"Hello, Jim!" and skipped out.</p> + +<p>He bounced up and stared at me wild. Then he drops down on +his knees, and puts his hands together and says:</p> + +<p>"Doan' hurt me—don't! I hain't ever done no harm to a +ghos'. I alwuz liked dead people, en done all I could for 'em. + You go en git in de river agin, whah you b'longs, en doan' do +nuffn to Ole Jim, 'at 'uz awluz yo' fren'."</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c08-67"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="c08-67.jpg (68K)" src="images/c08-67.jpg" height="470" +width="610"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<p>Well, I warn't long making him understand I warn't dead. I +was ever so glad to see Jim. I warn't lonesome now. I told him +I warn't afraid of HIM telling the people where I was. I talked +along, but he only set there and looked at me; never said +nothing. Then I says:</p> + +<p>"It's good daylight. Le's get breakfast. Make up your camp +fire good."</p> + +<p>"What's de use er makin' up de camp fire to cook strawbries en +sich truck? But you got a gun, hain't you? Den we kin git sumfn +better den strawbries."</p> + +<p>"Strawberries and such truck," I says. "Is that what you live +on?"</p> + +<p>"I couldn' git nuffn else," he says.</p> + +<p>"Why, how long you been on the island, Jim?"</p> + +<p>"I come heah de night arter you's killed."</p> + +<p>"What, all that time?"</p> + +<p>"Yes—indeedy."</p> + +<p>"And ain't you had nothing but that kind of rubbage to +eat?"</p> + +<p>"No, sah—nuffn else."</p> + +<p>"Well, you must be most starved, ain't you?"</p> + +<p>"I reck'n I could eat a hoss. I think I could. How long you +ben on de islan'?"</p> + +<p>"Since the night I got killed."</p> + +<p>"No! W'y, what has you lived on? But you got a gun. Oh, +yes, you got a gun. Dat's good. Now you kill sumfn en I'll make +up de fire."</p> + +<p>So we went over to where the canoe was, and while he built a +fire in a grassy open place amongst the trees, I fetched meal and +bacon and coffee, and coffee-pot and frying-pan, and sugar and +tin cups, and the nigger was set back considerable, because he +reckoned it was all done with witchcraft. I catched a good big +catfish, too, and Jim cleaned him with his knife, and fried +him.</p> + +<p>When breakfast was ready we lolled on the grass and eat it +smoking hot. Jim laid it in with all his might, for he was most +about starved. Then when we had got pretty well stuffed, we laid +off and lazied. By and by Jim says:</p> + +<p>"But looky here, Huck, who wuz it dat 'uz killed in dat shanty +ef it warn't you?"</p> + +<p>Then I told him the whole thing, and he said it was smart. He +said Tom Sawyer couldn't get up no better plan than what I had. + Then I says:</p> + +<p>"How do you come to be here, Jim, and how'd you get here?"</p> + +<p>He looked pretty uneasy, and didn't say nothing for a minute. + Then he says:</p> + +<p>"Maybe I better not tell."</p> + +<p>"Why, Jim?"</p> + +<p>"Well, dey's reasons. But you wouldn' tell on me ef I uz to +tell you, would you, Huck?"</p> + +<p>"Blamed if I would, Jim."</p> + +<p>"Well, I b'lieve you, Huck. I—I RUN OFF."</p> + +<p>"Jim!"</p> + +<p>"But mind, you said you wouldn' tell—you know you said +you wouldn' tell, Huck."</p> + +<p>"Well, I did. I said I wouldn't, and I'll stick to it. + Honest INJUN, I will. People would call me a low-down +Abolitionist and despise me for keeping mum—but that don't +make no difference. I ain't a-going to tell, and I ain't a-going +back there, anyways. So, now, le's know all about it."</p> + +<p>"Well, you see, it 'uz dis way. Ole missus—dat's Miss +Watson—she pecks on me all de time, en treats me pooty +rough, but she awluz said she wouldn' sell me down to Orleans. + But I noticed dey wuz a nigger trader roun' de place considable +lately, en I begin to git oneasy. Well, one night I creeps to de +do' pooty late, en de do' warn't quite shet, en I hear old missus +tell de widder she gwyne to sell me down to Orleans, but she +didn' want to, but she could git eight hund'd dollars for me, en +it 'uz sich a big stack o' money she couldn' resis'. De widder +she try to git her to say she wouldn' do it, but I never waited +to hear de res'. I lit out mighty quick, I tell you.</p> + +<p>"I tuck out en shin down de hill, en 'spec to steal a skift +'long de sho' som'ers 'bove de town, but dey wuz people +a-stirring yit, so I hid in de ole tumble-down cooper-shop on de +bank to wait for everybody to go 'way. Well, I wuz dah all night. + Dey wuz somebody roun' all de time. 'Long 'bout six in de +mawnin' skifts begin to go by, en 'bout eight er nine every skift +dat went 'long wuz talkin' 'bout how yo' pap come over to de town +en say you's killed. Dese las' skifts wuz full o' ladies en +genlmen a-goin' over for to see de place. Sometimes dey'd pull +up at de sho' en take a res' b'fo' dey started acrost, so by de +talk I got to know all 'bout de killin'. I 'uz powerful sorry +you's killed, Huck, but I ain't no mo' now.</p> + +<p>"I laid dah under de shavin's all day. I 'uz hungry, but I +warn't afeard; bekase I knowed ole missus en de widder wuz goin' +to start to de camp-meet'n' right arter breakfas' en be gone all +day, en dey knows I goes off wid de cattle 'bout daylight, so dey +wouldn' 'spec to see me roun' de place, en so dey wouldn' miss me +tell arter dark in de evenin'. De yuther servants wouldn' miss +me, kase dey'd shin out en take holiday soon as de ole folks 'uz +out'n de way.</p> + +<p>"Well, when it come dark I tuck out up de river road, en went +'bout two mile er more to whah dey warn't no houses. I'd made up +my mine 'bout what I's agwyne to do. You see, ef I kep' on +tryin' to git away afoot, de dogs 'ud track me; ef I stole a +skift to cross over, dey'd miss dat skift, you see, en dey'd know +'bout whah I'd lan' on de yuther side, en whah to pick up my +track. So I says, a raff is what I's arter; it doan' MAKE no +track.</p> + +<p>"I see a light a-comin' roun' de p'int bymeby, so I wade' in +en shove' a log ahead o' me en swum more'n half way acrost de +river, en got in 'mongst de drift-wood, en kep' my head down low, +en kinder swum agin de current tell de raff come along. Den I +swum to de stern uv it en tuck a-holt. It clouded up en 'uz +pooty dark for a little while. So I clumb up en laid down on de +planks. De men 'uz all 'way yonder in de middle, whah de lantern +wuz. De river wuz a-risin', en dey wuz a good current; so I +reck'n'd 'at by fo' in de mawnin' I'd be twenty-five mile down de +river, en den I'd slip in jis b'fo' daylight en swim asho', en +take to de woods on de Illinois side.</p> + +<p>"But I didn' have no luck. When we 'uz mos' down to de head +er de islan' a man begin to come aft wid de lantern, I see it +warn't no use fer to wait, so I slid overboard en struck out fer +de islan'. Well, I had a notion I could lan' mos' anywhers, but +I couldn't—bank too bluff. I 'uz mos' to de foot er de +islan' b'fo' I found' a good place. I went into de woods en +jedged I wouldn' fool wid raffs no mo', long as dey move de +lantern roun' so. I had my pipe en a plug er dog-leg, en some +matches in my cap, en dey warn't wet, so I 'uz all right."</p> + +<p>"And so you ain't had no meat nor bread to eat all this time? + Why didn't you get mud-turkles?"</p> + +<p>"How you gwyne to git 'm? You can't slip up on um en grab um; +en how's a body gwyne to hit um wid a rock? How could a body do +it in de night? En I warn't gwyne to show mysef on de bank in de +daytime."</p> + +<p>"Well, that's so. You've had to keep in the woods all the +time, of course. Did you hear 'em shooting the cannon?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes. I knowed dey was arter you. I see um go by +heah—watched um thoo de bushes."</p> + +<p>Some young birds come along, flying a yard or two at a time +and lighting. Jim said it was a sign it was going to rain. He +said it was a sign when young chickens flew that way, and so he +reckoned it was the same way when young birds done it. I was +going to catch some of them, but Jim wouldn't let me. He said it +was death. He said his father laid mighty sick once, and some of +them catched a bird, and his old granny said his father would +die, and he did.</p> + +<p>And Jim said you mustn't count the things you are going to +cook for dinner, because that would bring bad luck. The same if +you shook the table-cloth after sundown. And he said if a man +owned a beehive and that man died, the bees must be told about it +before sun-up next morning, or else the bees would all weaken +down and quit work and die. Jim said bees wouldn't sting idiots; +but I didn't believe that, because I had tried them lots of times +myself, and they wouldn't sting me.</p> + +<p>I had heard about some of these things before, but not all of +them. Jim knowed all kinds of signs. He said he knowed most +everything. I said it looked to me like all the signs was about +bad luck, and so I asked him if there warn't any good-luck signs. + He says:</p> + +<p>"Mighty few—an' DEY ain't no use to a body. What you +want to know when good luck's a-comin' for? Want to keep it +off?" And he said: "Ef you's got hairy arms en a hairy breas', +it's a sign dat you's agwyne to be rich. Well, dey's some use in +a sign like dat, 'kase it's so fur ahead. You see, maybe you's +got to be po' a long time fust, en so you might git discourage' +en kill yo'sef 'f you didn' know by de sign dat you gwyne to be +rich bymeby."</p> + +<p>"Have you got hairy arms and a hairy breast, Jim?"</p> + +<p>"What's de use to ax dat question? Don't you see I has?"</p> + +<p>"Well, are you rich?"</p> + +<p>"No, but I ben rich wunst, and gwyne to be rich agin. Wunst I +had foteen dollars, but I tuck to specalat'n', en got busted +out."</p> + +<p>"What did you speculate in, Jim?"</p> + +<p>"Well, fust I tackled stock."</p> + +<p>"What kind of stock?"</p> + +<p>"Why, live stock—cattle, you know. I put ten dollars in +a cow. But I ain' gwyne to resk no mo' money in stock. De cow +up 'n' died on my han's."</p> + +<p>"So you lost the ten dollars."</p> + +<p>"No, I didn't lose it all. I on'y los' 'bout nine of it. I +sole de hide en taller for a dollar en ten cents."</p> + +<p>"You had five dollars and ten cents left. Did you speculate +any more?"</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c08-72"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="c08-72.jpg (61K)" src="images/c08-72.jpg" height="604" +width="439"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<p>"Yes. You know that one-laigged nigger dat b'longs to old +Misto Bradish? Well, he sot up a bank, en say anybody dat put in +a dollar would git fo' dollars mo' at de en' er de year. Well, +all de niggers went in, but dey didn't have much. I wuz de on'y +one dat had much. So I stuck out for mo' dan fo' dollars, en I +said 'f I didn' git it I'd start a bank mysef. Well, o' course +dat nigger want' to keep me out er de business, bekase he says +dey warn't business 'nough for two banks, so he say I could put +in my five dollars en he pay me thirty-five at de en' er de +year.</p> + +<p>"So I done it. Den I reck'n'd I'd inves' de thirty-five +dollars right off en keep things a-movin'. Dey wuz a nigger +name' Bob, dat had ketched a wood-flat, en his marster didn' know +it; en I bought it off'n him en told him to take de thirty-five +dollars when de en' er de year come; but somebody stole de +wood-flat dat night, en nex day de one-laigged nigger say de +bank's busted. So dey didn' none uv us git no money."</p> + +<p>"What did you do with the ten cents, Jim?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I 'uz gwyne to spen' it, but I had a dream, en de dream +tole me to give it to a nigger name' Balum—Balum's Ass dey +call him for short; he's one er dem chuckleheads, you know. But +he's lucky, dey say, en I see I warn't lucky. De dream say let +Balum inves' de ten cents en he'd make a raise for me. Well, +Balum he tuck de money, en when he wuz in church he hear de +preacher say dat whoever give to de po' len' to de Lord, en boun' +to git his money back a hund'd times. So Balum he tuck en give +de ten cents to de po', en laid low to see what wuz gwyne to come +of it."</p> + +<p>"Well, what did come of it, Jim?"</p> + +<p>"Nuffn never come of it. I couldn' manage to k'leck dat money +no way; en Balum he couldn'. I ain' gwyne to len' no mo' money +'dout I see de security. Boun' to git yo' money back a hund'd +times, de preacher says! Ef I could git de ten CENTS back, I'd +call it squah, en be glad er de chanst."</p> + +<p>"Well, it's all right anyway, Jim, long as you're going to be +rich again some time or other."</p> + +<p>"Yes; en I's rich now, come to look at it. I owns mysef, en +I's wuth eight hund'd dollars. I wisht I had de money, I wouldn' +want no mo'."</p> + +<br> +<br> +<hr> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c09-74"></a> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c9"></a> + +<center><img alt="c09-74.jpg (179K)" src="images/c09-74.jpg" height= +"1020" width="800"></center> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER IX.</p> + +<p>I WANTED to go and look at a place right about the middle of +the island that I'd found when I was exploring; so we started and +soon got to it, because the island was only three miles long and +a quarter of a mile wide.</p> + +<p>This place was a tolerable long, steep hill or ridge about +forty foot high. We had a rough time getting to the top, the +sides was so steep and the bushes so thick. We tramped and clumb +around all over it, and by and by found a good big cavern in the +rock, most up to the top on the side towards Illinois. The +cavern was as big as two or three rooms bunched together, and Jim +could stand up straight in it. It was cool in there. Jim was for +putting our traps in there right away, but I said we didn't want +to be climbing up and down there all the time.</p> + +<p>Jim said if we had the canoe hid in a good place, and had all +the traps in the cavern, we could rush there if anybody was to +come to the island, and they would never find us without dogs. + And, besides, he said them little birds had said it was going to +rain, and did I want the things to get wet?</p> + +<p>So we went back and got the canoe, and paddled up abreast the +cavern, and lugged all the traps up there. Then we hunted up a +place close by to hide the canoe in, amongst the thick willows. + We took some fish off of the lines and set them again, and begun +to get ready for dinner.</p> + +<p>The door of the cavern was big enough to roll a hogshead in, +and on one side of the door the floor stuck out a little bit, and +was flat and a good place to build a fire on. So we built it +there and cooked dinner.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c09-75"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="c09-75.jpg (59K)" src="images/c09-75.jpg" height="459" +width="569"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<p>We spread the blankets inside for a carpet, and eat our dinner +in there. We put all the other things handy at the back of the +cavern. Pretty soon it darkened up, and begun to thunder and +lighten; so the birds was right about it. Directly it begun to +rain, and it rained like all fury, too, and I never see the wind +blow so. It was one of these regular summer storms. It would +get so dark that it looked all blue-black outside, and lovely; +and the rain would thrash along by so thick that the trees off a +little ways looked dim and spider-webby; and here would come a +blast of wind that would bend the trees down and turn up the pale +underside of the leaves; and then a perfect ripper of a gust +would follow along and set the branches to tossing their arms as +if they was just wild; and next, when it was just about the +bluest and blackest—FST! it was as bright as glory, and +you'd have a little glimpse of tree-tops a-plunging about away +off yonder in the storm, hundreds of yards further than you could +see before; dark as sin again in a second, and now you'd hear the +thunder let go with an awful crash, and then go rumbling, +grumbling, tumbling, down the sky towards the under side of the +world, like rolling empty barrels down stairs—where it's +long stairs and they bounce a good deal, you know.</p> + +<p>"Jim, this is nice," I says. "I wouldn't want to be nowhere +else but here. Pass me along another hunk of fish and some hot +corn-bread."</p> + +<p>"Well, you wouldn't a ben here 'f it hadn't a ben for Jim. + You'd a ben down dah in de woods widout any dinner, en gittn' +mos' drownded, too; dat you would, honey. Chickens knows when +it's gwyne to rain, en so do de birds, chile."</p> + +<p>The river went on raising and raising for ten or twelve days, +till at last it was over the banks. The water was three or four +foot deep on the island in the low places and on the Illinois +bottom. On that side it was a good many miles wide, but on the +Missouri side it was the same old distance across—a half a +mile—because the Missouri shore was just a wall of high +bluffs.</p> + +<p>Daytimes we paddled all over the island in the canoe, It was +mighty cool and shady in the deep woods, even if the sun was +blazing outside. We went winding in and out amongst the trees, +and sometimes the vines hung so thick we had to back away and go +some other way. Well, on every old broken-down tree you could +see rabbits and snakes and such things; and when the island had +been overflowed a day or two they got so tame, on account of +being hungry, that you could paddle right up and put your hand on +them if you wanted to; but not the snakes and turtles—they +would slide off in the water. The ridge our cavern was in was +full of them. We could a had pets enough if we'd wanted them.</p> + +<p>One night we catched a little section of a lumber +raft—nice pine planks. It was twelve foot wide and about +fifteen or sixteen foot long, and the top stood above water six +or seven inches—a solid, level floor. We could see +saw-logs go by in the daylight sometimes, but we let them go; we +didn't show ourselves in daylight.</p> + +<p>Another night when we was up at the head of the island, just +before daylight, here comes a frame-house down, on the west side. + She was a two-story, and tilted over considerable. We paddled +out and got aboard—clumb in at an upstairs window. But it +was too dark to see yet, so we made the canoe fast and set in her +to wait for daylight.</p> + +<p>The light begun to come before we got to the foot of the +island. Then we looked in at the window. We could make out a +bed, and a table, and two old chairs, and lots of things around +about on the floor, and there was clothes hanging against the +wall. There was something laying on the floor in the far corner +that looked like a man. So Jim says:</p> + +<p>"Hello, you!"</p> + +<p>But it didn't budge. So I hollered again, and then Jim +says:</p> + +<p>"De man ain't asleep—he's dead. You hold +still—I'll go en see."</p> + +<p>He went, and bent down and looked, and says:</p> + +<p>"It's a dead man. Yes, indeedy; naked, too. He's ben shot in +de back. I reck'n he's ben dead two er three days. Come in, +Huck, but doan' look at his face—it's too gashly."</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c09-77"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="c09-77.jpg (73K)" src="images/c09-77.jpg" height="489" +width="607"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<p>I didn't look at him at all. Jim throwed some old rags over +him, but he needn't done it; I didn't want to see him. There was +heaps of old greasy cards scattered around over the floor, and +old whisky bottles, and a couple of masks made out of black +cloth; and all over the walls was the ignorantest kind of words +and pictures made with charcoal. There was two old dirty calico +dresses, and a sun-bonnet, and some women's underclothes hanging +against the wall, and some men's clothing, too. We put the lot +into the canoe—it might come good. There was a boy's old +speckled straw hat on the floor; I took that, too. And there was +a bottle that had had milk in it, and it had a rag stopper for a +baby to suck. We would a took the bottle, but it was broke. + There was a seedy old chest, and an old hair trunk with the +hinges broke. They stood open, but there warn't nothing left in +them that was any account. The way things was scattered about we +reckoned the people left in a hurry, and warn't fixed so as to +carry off most of their stuff.</p> + +<p>We got an old tin lantern, and a butcher-knife without any +handle, and a bran-new Barlow knife worth two bits in any store, +and a lot of tallow candles, and a tin candlestick, and a gourd, +and a tin cup, and a ratty old bedquilt off the bed, and a +reticule with needles and pins and beeswax and buttons and thread +and all such truck in it, and a hatchet and some nails, and a +fishline as thick as my little finger with some monstrous hooks +on it, and a roll of buckskin, and a leather dog-collar, and a +horseshoe, and some vials of medicine that didn't have no label +on them; and just as we was leaving I found a tolerable good +curry-comb, and Jim he found a ratty old fiddle-bow, and a wooden +leg. The straps was broke off of it, but, barring that, it was a +good enough leg, though it was too long for me and not long +enough for Jim, and we couldn't find the other one, though we +hunted all around.</p> + +<p>And so, take it all around, we made a good haul. When we was +ready to shove off we was a quarter of a mile below the island, +and it was pretty broad day; so I made Jim lay down in the canoe +and cover up with the quilt, because if he set up people could +tell he was a nigger a good ways off. I paddled over to the +Illinois shore, and drifted down most a half a mile doing it. I +crept up the dead water under the bank, and hadn't no accidents +and didn't see nobody. We got home all safe.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<hr> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c10-79"></a> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c10"></a> + +<center><img alt="c10-79.jpg (191K)" src="images/c10-79.jpg" height= +"1018" width="788"></center> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER X.</p> + +<p>AFTER breakfast I wanted to talk about the dead man and guess +out how he come to be killed, but Jim didn't want to. He said it +would fetch bad luck; and besides, he said, he might come and +ha'nt us; he said a man that warn't buried was more likely to go +a-ha'nting around than one that was planted and comfortable. + That sounded pretty reasonable, so I didn't say no more; but I +couldn't keep from studying over it and wishing I knowed who shot +the man, and what they done it for.</p> + +<p>We rummaged the clothes we'd got, and found eight dollars in +silver sewed up in the lining of an old blanket overcoat. Jim +said he reckoned the people in that house stole the coat, because +if they'd a knowed the money was there they wouldn't a left it. + I said I reckoned they killed him, too; but Jim didn't want to +talk about that. I says:</p> + +<p>"Now you think it's bad luck; but what did you say when I +fetched in the snake-skin that I found on the top of the ridge +day before yesterday? You said it was the worst bad luck in the +world to touch a snake-skin with my hands. Well, here's your bad +luck! We've raked in all this truck and eight dollars besides. + I wish we could have some bad luck like this every day, +Jim."</p> + +<p>"Never you mind, honey, never you mind. Don't you git too +peart. It's a-comin'. Mind I tell you, it's a-comin'."</p> + +<p>It did come, too. It was a Tuesday that we had that talk. + Well, after dinner Friday we was laying around in the grass at +the upper end of the ridge, and got out of tobacco. I went to +the cavern to get some, and found a rattlesnake in there. I +killed him, and curled him up on the foot of Jim's blanket, ever +so natural, thinking there'd be some fun when Jim found him +there. Well, by night I forgot all about the snake, and when Jim +flung himself down on the blanket while I struck a light the +snake's mate was there, and bit him.</p> + +<p>He jumped up yelling, and the first thing the light showed was +the varmint curled up and ready for another spring. I laid him +out in a second with a stick, and Jim grabbed pap's whisky-jug +and begun to pour it down.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c10-80"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="c10-80.jpg (66K)" src="images/c10-80.jpg" height="658" +width="457"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<p>He was barefooted, and the snake bit him right on the heel. + That all comes of my being such a fool as to not remember that +wherever you leave a dead snake its mate always comes there and +curls around it. Jim told me to chop off the snake's head and +throw it away, and then skin the body and roast a piece of it. I +done it, and he eat it and said it would help cure him. He made +me take off the rattles and tie them around his wrist, too. He +said that that would help. Then I slid out quiet and throwed the +snakes clear away amongst the bushes; for I warn't going to let +Jim find out it was all my fault, not if I could help it.</p> + +<p>Jim sucked and sucked at the jug, and now and then he got out +of his head and pitched around and yelled; but every time he come +to himself he went to sucking at the jug again. His foot swelled +up pretty big, and so did his leg; but by and by the drunk begun +to come, and so I judged he was all right; but I'd druther been +bit with a snake than pap's whisky.</p> + +<p>Jim was laid up for four days and nights. Then the swelling +was all gone and he was around again. I made up my mind I +wouldn't ever take a-holt of a snake-skin again with my hands, +now that I see what had come of it. Jim said he reckoned I would +believe him next time. And he said that handling a snake-skin +was such awful bad luck that maybe we hadn't got to the end of it +yet. He said he druther see the new moon over his left shoulder +as much as a thousand times than take up a snake-skin in his +hand. Well, I was getting to feel that way myself, though I've +always reckoned that looking at the new moon over your left +shoulder is one of the carelessest and foolishest things a body +can do. Old Hank Bunker done it once, and bragged about it; and +in less than two years he got drunk and fell off of the +shot-tower, and spread himself out so that he was just a kind of +a layer, as you may say; and they slid him edgeways between two +barn doors for a coffin, and buried him so, so they say, but I +didn't see it. Pap told me. But anyway it all come of looking +at the moon that way, like a fool.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c10-81"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="c10-81.jpg (49K)" src="images/c10-81.jpg" height="573" +width="402"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<p>Well, the days went along, and the river went down between its +banks again; and about the first thing we done was to bait one of +the big hooks with a skinned rabbit and set it and catch a +catfish that was as big as a man, being six foot two inches long, +and weighed over two hundred pounds. We couldn't handle him, of +course; he would a flung us into Illinois. We just set there and +watched him rip and tear around till he drownded. We found a +brass button in his stomach and a round ball, and lots of +rubbage. We split the ball open with the hatchet, and there was +a spool in it. Jim said he'd had it there a long time, to coat +it over so and make a ball of it. It was as big a fish as was +ever catched in the Mississippi, I reckon. Jim said he hadn't +ever seen a bigger one. He would a been worth a good deal over +at the village. They peddle out such a fish as that by the pound +in the market-house there; everybody buys some of him; his meat's +as white as snow and makes a good fry.</p> + +<p>Next morning I said it was getting slow and dull, and I wanted +to get a stirring up some way. I said I reckoned I would slip +over the river and find out what was going on. Jim liked that +notion; but he said I must go in the dark and look sharp. Then +he studied it over and said, couldn't I put on some of them old +things and dress up like a girl? That was a good notion, too. + So we shortened up one of the calico gowns, and I turned up my +trouser-legs to my knees and got into it. Jim hitched it behind +with the hooks, and it was a fair fit. I put on the sun-bonnet +and tied it under my chin, and then for a body to look in and see +my face was like looking down a joint of stove-pipe. Jim said +nobody would know me, even in the daytime, hardly. I practiced +around all day to get the hang of the things, and by and by I +could do pretty well in them, only Jim said I didn't walk like a +girl; and he said I must quit pulling up my gown to get at my +britches-pocket. I took notice, and done better.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c10-82"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="c10-82.jpg (68K)" src="images/c10-82.jpg" height="482" +width="608"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<p>I started up the Illinois shore in the canoe just after +dark.</p> + +<p>I started across to the town from a little below the +ferry-landing, and the drift of the current fetched me in at the +bottom of the town. I tied up and started along the bank. There +was a light burning in a little shanty that hadn't been lived in +for a long time, and I wondered who had took up quarters there. + I slipped up and peeped in at the window. There was a woman +about forty year old in there knitting by a candle that was on a +pine table. I didn't know her face; she was a stranger, for you +couldn't start a face in that town that I didn't know. Now this +was lucky, because I was weakening; I was getting afraid I had +come; people might know my voice and find me out. But if this +woman had been in such a little town two days she could tell me +all I wanted to know; so I knocked at the door, and made up my +mind I wouldn't forget I was a girl.</p> + +<br> +<br> + + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Part 2 +by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HUCKLEBERRY FINN, PART 2 *** + +***** This file should be named 7101-h.htm or 7101-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/7/1/0/7101/ + +Produced by David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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