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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/7102-h.zip b/7102-h.zip Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..b3e84d1 --- /dev/null +++ b/7102-h.zip diff --git a/7102-h/7102-h.htm b/7102-h/7102-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ada5a20 --- /dev/null +++ b/7102-h/7102-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,2295 @@ +<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> +<html> +<head> +<title>HUCKLEBERRY FINN, By Mark Twain, Part 3.</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 3.</h2> +<pre> + +The Project Gutenberg EBook of Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Part 3 +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 3 + Chapters XI. to XV. + +Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +Release Date: June 27, 2004 [EBook #7102] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + + + +<br><br><br><br> + + + + + +<center> +<h1>ADVENTURES +<br><br> +OF +<br><br> +HUCKLEBERRY FINN</h1> + +<h3>(Tom Sawyer's Comrade)</h3> + +<h2>By Mark Twain</h2> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<h2>Part 3.</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="#c11">CHAPTER XI.</a><br> +Huck and the Woman.—The +Search.—Prevarication.—Going to Goshen.</p> + +<p><a href="#c12">CHAPTER XII.</a><br> +Slow Navigation.—Borrowing Things.—Boarding the +Wreck.—The<br> +Plotters.—Hunting for the Boat.</p> + +<p><a href="#c13">CHAPTER XIII.</a><br> +Escaping from the Wreck.—The Watchman.—Sinking.</p> + +<p><a href="#c14">CHAPTER XIV.</a><br> +A General Good Time.—The Harem.—French.</p> + +<p><a href="#c15">CHAPTER XV.</a><br> +Huck Loses the Raft.—In the Fog.—Huck Finds the +Raft.—Trash.</p> + + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS.</h2> + + +<center> +<table summary=""> +<tr><td> + + + +<a href="#c11-84">"Come In"</a><br> +<a href="#c11-87">"Him and another Man"</a><br> +<a href="#c11-90">She puts up a Snack</a><br> +<a href="#c11-91">"Hump Yourself"</a><br> +<a href="#c12-093">On the Raft</a><br> +<a href="#c12-095">He sometimes Lifted a Chicken</a><br> +<a href="#c12-098">"Please don't, Bill"</a><br> +<a href="#c12-100">"It ain't Good Morals"</a><br> +<a href="#c12-101">"Oh! Lordy, Lordy!"</a><br> +<a href="#c13-102">In a Fix</a><br> +<a href="#c13-104">"Hello, What's Up?"</a><br> +<a href="#c13-107">The Wreck</a><br> +<a href="#c13-108">We turned in and Slept</a><br> +<a href="#c14-109">Turning over the Truck</a><br> +<a href="#c14-110">Solomon and his Million Wives</a><br> +<a href="#c14-112">The story of "Sollermun"</a><br> +<a href="#c15-115">"We Would Sell the Raft"</a><br> +<a href="#c15-117">Among the Snags</a><br> +<a href="#c15-118">Asleep on the Raft</a><br> + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="notice.jpg (24K)" src="images/notice.jpg" height="236" +width="755"></center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + <br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<blockquote> +<blockquote> +<p>EXPLANATORY</p> + +<p>IN this book a number of dialects are used, to wit: the +Missouri negro dialect; the extremest form of the backwoods +Southwestern dialect; the ordinary "Pike County" dialect; and +four modified varieties of this last. The shadings have not been +done in a haphazard fashion, or by guesswork; but painstakingly, +and with the trustworthy guidance and support of personal +familiarity with these several forms of speech.</p> + +<p>I make this explanation for the reason that without it many +readers would suppose that all these characters were trying to +talk alike and not succeeding.</p> + +<p>THE AUTHOR.</p> +</blockquote> +</blockquote> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<h1>HUCKLEBERRY FINN</h1> + +<br> +<br> +<p>Scene: The Mississippi Valley Time: Forty to fifty years +ago</p> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<center><img alt="frontispiece2.jpg (72K)" src="images/frontispiece2.jpg" height="995" width="690"></center> + +<br> +<br> + + + + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c11-84"></a> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c11"></a> +<center> +<img alt="c11-84.jpg (141K)" src="images/c11-84.jpg" height="990" width="779"> +</center> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER XI.</p> + +<p>"COME in," says the woman, and I did. She says: "Take a +cheer."</p> + +<p>I done it. She looked me all over with her little shiny eyes, +and says:</p> + +<p>"What might your name be?"</p> + +<p>"Sarah Williams."</p> + +<p>"Where 'bouts do you live? In this neighborhood?'</p> + +<p>"No'm. In Hookerville, seven mile below. I've walked all the +way and I'm all tired out."</p> + +<p>"Hungry, too, I reckon. I'll find you something."</p> + +<p>"No'm, I ain't hungry. I was so hungry I had to stop two +miles below here at a farm; so I ain't hungry no more. It's what +makes me so late. My mother's down sick, and out of money and +everything, and I come to tell my uncle Abner Moore. He lives at +the upper end of the town, she says. I hain't ever been here +before. Do you know him?"</p> + +<p>"No; but I don't know everybody yet. I haven't lived here +quite two weeks. It's a considerable ways to the upper end of the +town. You better stay here all night. Take off your +bonnet."</p> + +<p>"No," I says; "I'll rest a while, I reckon, and go on. I +ain't afeared of the dark."</p> + +<p>She said she wouldn't let me go by myself, but her husband +would be in by and by, maybe in a hour and a half, and she'd send +him along with me. Then she got to talking about her husband, and +about her relations up the river, and her relations down the +river, and about how much better off they used to was, and how +they didn't know but they'd made a mistake coming to our town, +instead of letting well alone—and so on and so on, till I +was afeard I had made a mistake coming to her to find out what +was going on in the town; but by and by she dropped on to pap and +the murder, and then I was pretty willing to let her clatter +right along. She told about me and Tom Sawyer finding the six +thousand dollars (only she got it ten) and all about pap and what +a hard lot he was, and what a hard lot I was, and at last she got +down to where I was murdered. I says:</p> + +<p>"Who done it? We've heard considerable about these goings on +down in Hookerville, but we don't know who 'twas that killed Huck +Finn."</p> + +<p>"Well, I reckon there's a right smart chance of people HERE +that'd like to know who killed him. Some think old Finn done it +himself."</p> + +<p>"No—is that so?"</p> + +<p>"Most everybody thought it at first. He'll never know how +nigh he come to getting lynched. But before night they changed +around and judged it was done by a runaway nigger named Jim."</p> + +<p>"Why HE—"</p> + +<p>I stopped. I reckoned I better keep still. She run on, and +never noticed I had put in at all:</p> + +<p>"The nigger run off the very night Huck Finn was killed. So +there's a reward out for him—three hundred dollars. And +there's a reward out for old Finn, too—two hundred dollars. + You see, he come to town the morning after the murder, and told +about it, and was out with 'em on the ferryboat hunt, and right +away after he up and left. Before night they wanted to lynch +him, but he was gone, you see. Well, next day they found out the +nigger was gone; they found out he hadn't ben seen sence ten +o'clock the night the murder was done. So then they put it on +him, you see; and while they was full of it, next day, back comes +old Finn, and went boo-hooing to Judge Thatcher to get money to +hunt for the nigger all over Illinois with. The judge gave him +some, and that evening he got drunk, and was around till after +midnight with a couple of mighty hard-looking strangers, and +then went off with them. Well, he hain't come back sence, and +they ain't looking for him back till this thing blows over a +little, for people thinks now that he killed his boy and fixed +things so folks would think robbers done it, and then he'd get +Huck's money without having to bother a long time with a lawsuit. + People do say he warn't any too good to do it. Oh, he's sly, I +reckon. If he don't come back for a year he'll be all right. + You can't prove anything on him, you know; everything will be +quieted down then, and he'll walk in Huck's money as easy as +nothing."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I reckon so, 'm. I don't see nothing in the way of it. + Has everybody guit thinking the nigger done it?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, not everybody. A good many thinks he done it. But +they'll get the nigger pretty soon now, and maybe they can scare +it out of him."</p> + +<p>"Why, are they after him yet?"</p> + +<p>"Well, you're innocent, ain't you! Does three hundred dollars +lay around every day for people to pick up? Some folks think the +nigger ain't far from here. I'm one of them—but I hain't +talked it around. A few days ago I was talking with an old +couple that lives next door in the log shanty, and they happened +to say hardly anybody ever goes to that island over yonder that +they call Jackson's Island. Don't anybody live there? says I. +No, nobody, says they. I didn't say any more, but I done some +thinking. I was pretty near certain I'd seen smoke over there, +about the head of the island, a day or two before that, so I says +to myself, like as not that nigger's hiding over there; anyway, +says I, it's worth the trouble to give the place a hunt. I +hain't seen any smoke sence, so I reckon maybe he's gone, if it +was him; but husband's going over to see—him and another +man. He was gone up the river; but he got back to-day, and I +told him as soon as he got here two hours ago."</p> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c11-87"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c11-87.jpg (46K)" src="images/c11-87.jpg" height="553" width="397"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<p>I had got so uneasy I couldn't set still. I had to do +something with my hands; so I took up a needle off of the table +and went to threading it. My hands shook, and I was making a bad +job of it. When the woman stopped talking I looked up, and she +was looking at me pretty curious and smiling a little. I put +down the needle and thread, and let on to be +interested—and I was, too—and says:</p> + +<p>"Three hundred dollars is a power of money. I wish my mother +could get it. Is your husband going over there to-night?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes. He went up-town with the man I was telling you of, +to get a boat and see if they could borrow another gun. They'll +go over after midnight."</p> + +<p>"Couldn't they see better if they was to wait till +daytime?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. And couldn't the nigger see better, too? After +midnight he'll likely be asleep, and they can slip around through +the woods and hunt up his camp fire all the better for the dark, +if he's got one."</p> + +<p>"I didn't think of that."</p> + +<p>The woman kept looking at me pretty curious, and I didn't feel +a bit comfortable. Pretty soon she says"</p> + +<p>"What did you say your name was, honey?"</p> + +<p>"M—Mary Williams."</p> + +<p>Somehow it didn't seem to me that I said it was Mary before, +so I didn't look up—seemed to me I said it was Sarah; so I +felt sort of cornered, and was afeared maybe I was looking it, +too. I wished the woman would say something more; the longer she +set still the uneasier I was. But now she says:</p> + +<p>"Honey, I thought you said it was Sarah when you first come +in?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes'm, I did. Sarah Mary Williams. Sarah's my first +name. Some calls me Sarah, some calls me Mary."</p> + +<p>"Oh, that's the way of it?"</p> + +<p>"Yes'm."</p> + +<p>I was feeling better then, but I wished I was out of there, +anyway. I couldn't look up yet.</p> + +<p>Well, the woman fell to talking about how hard times was, and +how poor they had to live, and how the rats was as free as if +they owned the place, and so forth and so on, and then I got easy +again. She was right about the rats. You'd see one stick his +nose out of a hole in the corner every little while. She said +she had to have things handy to throw at them when she was alone, +or they wouldn't give her no peace. She showed me a bar of lead +twisted up into a knot, and said she was a good shot with it +generly, but she'd wrenched her arm a day or two ago, and didn't +know whether she could throw true now. But she watched for a +chance, and directly banged away at a rat; but she missed him +wide, and said "Ouch!" it hurt her arm so. Then she told me to +try for the next one. I wanted to be getting away before the old +man got back, but of course I didn't let on. I got the thing, +and the first rat that showed his nose I let drive, and if he'd a +stayed where he was he'd a been a tolerable sick rat. She said +that was first-rate, and she reckoned I would hive the next one. + She went and got the lump of lead and fetched it back, and +brought along a hank of yarn which she wanted me to help her +with. I held up my two hands and she put the hank over them, and +went on talking about her and her husband's matters. But she +broke off to say:</p> + +<p>"Keep your eye on the rats. You better have the lead in your +lap, handy."</p> + +<p>So she dropped the lump into my lap just at that moment, and I +clapped my legs together on it and she went on talking. But only +about a minute. Then she took off the hank and looked me straight +in the face, and very pleasant, and says:</p> + +<p>"Come, now, what's your real name?"</p> + +<p>"Wh—what, mum?"</p> + +<p>"What's your real name? Is it Bill, or Tom, or Bob?—or +what is it?"</p> + +<p>I reckon I shook like a leaf, and I didn't know hardly what to +do. But I says:</p> + +<p>"Please to don't poke fun at a poor girl like me, mum. If I'm +in the way here, I'll—"</p> + +<p>"No, you won't. Set down and stay where you are. I ain't +going to hurt you, and I ain't going to tell on you, nuther. You +just tell me your secret, and trust me. I'll keep it; and, +what's more, I'll help you. So'll my old man if you want him to. + You see, you're a runaway 'prentice, that's all. It ain't +anything. There ain't no harm in it. You've been treated bad, +and you made up your mind to cut. Bless you, child, I wouldn't +tell on you. Tell me all about it now, that's a good boy."</p> + +<p>So I said it wouldn't be no use to try to play it any longer, +and I would just make a clean breast and tell her everything, but +she musn't go back on her promise. Then I told her my father and +mother was dead, and the law had bound me out to a mean old +farmer in the country thirty mile back from the river, and he +treated me so bad I couldn't stand it no longer; he went away to +be gone a couple of days, and so I took my chance and stole some +of his daughter's old clothes and cleared out, and I had been +three nights coming the thirty miles. I traveled nights, and hid +daytimes and slept, and the bag of bread and meat I carried from +home lasted me all the way, and I had a-plenty. I said I +believed my uncle Abner Moore would take care of me, and so that +was why I struck out for this town of Goshen.</p> + +<p>"Goshen, child? This ain't Goshen. This is St. Petersburg. + Goshen's ten mile further up the river. Who told you this was +Goshen?"</p> + +<p>"Why, a man I met at daybreak this morning, just as I was +going to turn into the woods for my regular sleep. He told me +when the roads forked I must take the right hand, and five mile +would fetch me to Goshen."</p> + +<p>"He was drunk, I reckon. He told you just exactly wrong."</p> + +<p>"Well, he did act like he was drunk, but it ain't no matter +now. I got to be moving along. I'll fetch Goshen before +daylight."</p> + +<p>"Hold on a minute. I'll put you up a snack to eat. You might +want it."</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c11-90"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c11-90.jpg (57K)" src="images/c11-90.jpg" height="609" width="438"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>So she put me up a snack, and says:</p> + +<p>"Say, when a cow's laying down, which end of her gets up +first? Answer up prompt now—don't stop to study over it. + Which end gets up first?"</p> + +<p>"The hind end, mum."</p> + +<p>"Well, then, a horse?"</p> + +<p>"The for'rard end, mum."</p> + +<p>"Which side of a tree does the moss grow on?"</p> + +<p>"North side."</p> + +<p>"If fifteen cows is browsing on a hillside, how many of them +eats with their heads pointed the same direction?"</p> + +<p>"The whole fifteen, mum."</p> + +<p>"Well, I reckon you HAVE lived in the country. I thought +maybe you was trying to hocus me again. What's your real name, +now?"</p> + +<p>"George Peters, mum."</p> + +<p>"Well, try to remember it, George. Don't forget and tell me +it's Elexander before you go, and then get out by saying it's +George Elexander when I catch you. And don't go about women in +that old calico. You do a girl tolerable poor, but you might +fool men, maybe. Bless you, child, when you set out to thread a +needle don't hold the thread still and fetch the needle up to it; +hold the needle still and poke the thread at it; that's the way a +woman most always does, but a man always does t'other way. And +when you throw at a rat or anything, hitch yourself up a tiptoe +and fetch your hand up over your head as awkward as you can, and +miss your rat about six or seven foot. Throw stiff-armed from the +shoulder, like there was a pivot there for it to turn on, like a +girl; not from the wrist and elbow, with your arm out to one +side, like a boy. And, mind you, when a girl tries to catch +anything in her lap she throws her knees apart; she don't clap +them together, the way you did when you catched the lump of lead. + Why, I spotted you for a boy when you was threading the needle; +and I contrived the other things just to make certain. Now trot +along to your uncle, Sarah Mary Williams George Elexander Peters, +and if you get into trouble you send word to Mrs. Judith Loftus, +which is me, and I'll do what I can to get you out of it. Keep +the river road all the way, and next time you tramp take shoes +and socks with you. The river road's a rocky one, and your +feet'll be in a condition when you get to Goshen, I reckon."</p> + +<p>I went up the bank about fifty yards, and then I doubled on my +tracks and slipped back to where my canoe was, a good piece below +the house. I jumped in, and was off in a hurry. I went +up-stream far enough to make the head of the island, and then +started across. I took off the sun-bonnet, for I didn't want no +blinders on then. When I was about the middle I heard the clock +begin to strike, so I stops and listens; the sound come faint +over the water but clear—eleven. When I struck the head of +the island I never waited to blow, though I was most winded, but +I shoved right into the timber where my old camp used to be, and +started a good fire there on a high and dry spot.</p> + +<p>Then I jumped in the canoe and dug out for our place, a mile +and a half below, as hard as I could go. I landed, and slopped +through the timber and up the ridge and into the cavern. There +Jim laid, sound asleep on the ground. I roused him out and +says:</p> + +<p>"Git up and hump yourself, Jim! There ain't a minute to lose. + They're after us!"</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c11-91"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c11-91.jpg (60K)" src="images/c11-91.jpg" height="489" width="593"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<p>Jim never asked no questions, he never said a word; but the +way he worked for the next half an hour showed about how he was +scared. By that time everything we had in the world was on our +raft, and she was ready to be shoved out from the willow cove +where she was hid. We put out the camp fire at the cavern the +first thing, and didn't show a candle outside after that.</p> + +<p>I took the canoe out from the shore a little piece, and took a +look; but if there was a boat around I couldn't see it, for stars +and shadows ain't good to see by. Then we got out the raft and +slipped along down in the shade, past the foot of the island dead +still—never saying a word.</p> + + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c12-093"></a> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c12"></a> +<center> +<img alt="c12-093.jpg (173K)" src="images/c12-093.jpg" height="977" width="809"> +</center> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER XII.</p> + +<p>IT must a been close on to one o'clock when we got below the +island at last, and the raft did seem to go mighty slow. If a +boat was to come along we was going to take to the canoe and +break for the Illinois shore; and it was well a boat didn't come, +for we hadn't ever thought to put the gun in the canoe, or a +fishing-line, or anything to eat. We was in ruther too much of a +sweat to think of so many things. It warn't good judgment to put +EVERYTHING on the raft.</p> + +<p>If the men went to the island I just expect they found the +camp fire I built, and watched it all night for Jim to come. + Anyways, they stayed away from us, and if my building the fire +never fooled them it warn't no fault of mine. I played it as low +down on them as I could.</p> + +<p>When the first streak of day began to show we tied up to a +towhead in a big bend on the Illinois side, and hacked off +cottonwood branches with the hatchet, and covered up the raft +with them so she looked like there had been a cave-in in the bank +there. A tow-head is a sandbar that has cottonwoods on it as +thick as harrow-teeth.</p> + +<p>We had mountains on the Missouri shore and heavy timber on the +Illinois side, and the channel was down the Missouri shore at +that place, so we warn't afraid of anybody running across us. We +laid there all day, and watched the rafts and steamboats spin +down the Missouri shore, and up-bound steamboats fight the big +river in the middle. I told Jim all about the time I had +jabbering with that woman; and Jim said she was a smart one, and +if she was to start after us herself she wouldn't set down and +watch a camp fire—no, sir, she'd fetch a dog. Well, then, +I said, why couldn't she tell her husband to fetch a dog? Jim +said he bet she did think of it by the time the men was ready to +start, and he believed they must a gone up-town to get a dog and +so they lost all that time, or else we wouldn't be here on a +towhead sixteen or seventeen mile below the village—no, +indeedy, we would be in that same old town again. So I said I +didn't care what was the reason they didn't get us as long as +they didn't.</p> + +<p>When it was beginning to come on dark we poked our heads out +of the cottonwood thicket, and looked up and down and across; +nothing in sight; so Jim took up some of the top planks of the +raft and built a snug wigwam to get under in blazing weather and +rainy, and to keep the things dry. Jim made a floor for the +wigwam, and raised it a foot or more above the level of the raft, +so now the blankets and all the traps was out of reach of +steamboat waves. Right in the middle of the wigwam we made a +layer of dirt about five or six inches deep with a frame around +it for to hold it to its place; this was to build a fire on in +sloppy weather or chilly; the wigwam would keep it from being +seen. We made an extra steering-oar, too, because one of the +others might get broke on a snag or something. We fixed up a +short forked stick to hang the old lantern on, because we must +always light the lantern whenever we see a steamboat coming +down-stream, to keep from getting run over; but we wouldn't have to +light it for up-stream boats unless we see we was in what they +call a "crossing"; for the river was pretty high yet, very low +banks being still a little under water; so up-bound boats didn't +always run the channel, but hunted easy water.</p> + +<p>This second night we run between seven and eight hours, with a +current that was making over four mile an hour. We catched fish +and talked, and we took a swim now and then to keep off +sleepiness. It was kind of solemn, drifting down the big, still +river, laying on our backs looking up at the stars, and we didn't +ever feel like talking loud, and it warn't often that we +laughed—only a little kind of a low chuckle. We had mighty +good weather as a general thing, and nothing ever happened to us +at all—that night, nor the next, nor the next.</p> + +<p>Every night we passed towns, some of them away up on black +hillsides, nothing but just a shiny bed of lights; not a house +could you see. The fifth night we passed St. Louis, and it was +like the whole world lit up. In St. Petersburg they used to say +there was twenty or thirty thousand people in St. Louis, but I +never believed it till I see that wonderful spread of lights at +two o'clock that still night. There warn't a sound there; +everybody was asleep.</p> + +<p>Every night now I used to slip ashore towards ten o'clock at +some little village, and buy ten or fifteen cents' worth of meal +or bacon or other stuff to eat; and sometimes I lifted a chicken +that warn't roosting comfortable, and took him along. Pap always +said, take a chicken when you get a chance, because if you don't +want him yourself you can easy find somebody that does, and a +good deed ain't ever forgot. I never see pap when he didn't want +the chicken himself, but that is what he used to say, anyway.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c12-095"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c12-095.jpg (60K)" src="images/c12-095.jpg" height="562" width="453"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>Mornings before daylight I slipped into cornfields and +borrowed a watermelon, or a mushmelon, or a punkin, or some new +corn, or things of that kind. Pap always said it warn't no harm +to borrow things if you was meaning to pay them back some time; +but the widow said it warn't anything but a soft name for +stealing, and no decent body would do it. Jim said he reckoned +the widow was partly right and pap was partly right; so the best +way would be for us to pick out two or three things from the list +and say we wouldn't borrow them any more—then he reckoned +it wouldn't be no harm to borrow the others. So we talked it +over all one night, drifting along down the river, trying to make +up our minds whether to drop the watermelons, or the cantelopes, +or the mushmelons, or what. But towards daylight we got it all +settled satisfactory, and concluded to drop crabapples and +p'simmons. We warn't feeling just right before that, but it was +all comfortable now. I was glad the way it come out, too, +because crabapples ain't ever good, and the p'simmons wouldn't be +ripe for two or three months yet.</p> + +<p>We shot a water-fowl now and then that got up too early in the +morning or didn't go to bed early enough in the evening. Take it +all round, we lived pretty high.</p> + +<p>The fifth night below St. Louis we had a big storm after +midnight, with a power of thunder and lightning, and the rain +poured down in a solid sheet. We stayed in the wigwam and let the +raft take care of itself. When the lightning glared out we could +see a big straight river ahead, and high, rocky bluffs on both +sides. By and by says I, "Hel-LO, Jim, looky yonder!" It was a +steamboat that had killed herself on a rock. We was drifting +straight down for her. The lightning showed her very distinct. + She was leaning over, with part of her upper deck above water, +and you could see every little chimbly-guy clean and clear, and a +chair by the big bell, with an old slouch hat hanging on the back +of it, when the flashes come.</p> + +<p>Well, it being away in the night and stormy, and all so +mysterious-like, I felt just the way any other boy would a felt +when I see that wreck laying there so mournful and lonesome in +the middle of the river. I wanted to get aboard of her and slink +around a little, and see what there was there. So I says:</p> + +<p>"Le's land on her, Jim."</p> + +<p>But Jim was dead against it at first. He says:</p> + +<p>"I doan' want to go fool'n 'long er no wrack. We's doin' +blame' well, en we better let blame' well alone, as de good book +says. Like as not dey's a watchman on dat wrack."</p> + +<p>"Watchman your grandmother," I says; "there ain't nothing to +watch but the texas and the pilot-house; and do you reckon +anybody's going to resk his life for a texas and a pilot-house +such a night as this, when it's likely to break up and wash off +down the river any minute?" Jim couldn't say nothing to that, so +he didn't try. "And besides," I says, "we might borrow something +worth having out of the captain's stateroom. Seegars, I bet +you—and cost five cents apiece, solid cash. Steamboat +captains is always rich, and get sixty dollars a month, and THEY +don't care a cent what a thing costs, you know, long as they want +it. Stick a candle in your pocket; I can't rest, Jim, till we +give her a rummaging. Do you reckon Tom Sawyer would ever go by +this thing? Not for pie, he wouldn't. He'd call it an +adventure—that's what he'd call it; and he'd land on that +wreck if it was his last act. And wouldn't he throw style into +it?—wouldn't he spread himself, nor nothing? Why, you'd +think it was Christopher C'lumbus discovering Kingdom-Come. I +wish Tom Sawyer WAS here."</p> + +<p>Jim he grumbled a little, but give in. He said we mustn't +talk any more than we could help, and then talk mighty low. The +lightning showed us the wreck again just in time, and we fetched +the stabboard derrick, and made fast there.</p> + +<p>The deck was high out here. We went sneaking down the slope +of it to labboard, in the dark, towards the texas, feeling our +way slow with our feet, and spreading our hands out to fend off +the guys, for it was so dark we couldn't see no sign of them. + Pretty soon we struck the forward end of the skylight, and clumb +on to it; and the next step fetched us in front of the captain's +door, which was open, and by Jimminy, away down through the +texas-hall we see a light! and all in the same second we seem to +hear low voices in yonder!</p> + +<p>Jim whispered and said he was feeling powerful sick, and told +me to come along. I says, all right, and was going to start for +the raft; but just then I heard a voice wail out and say:</p> + +<p>"Oh, please don't, boys; I swear I won't ever tell!"</p> + +<p>Another voice said, pretty loud:</p> + +<p>"It's a lie, Jim Turner. You've acted this way before. You +always want more'n your share of the truck, and you've always got +it, too, because you've swore 't if you didn't you'd tell. But +this time you've said it jest one time too many. You're the +meanest, treacherousest hound in this country."</p> + +<p>By this time Jim was gone for the raft. I was just a-biling +with curiosity; and I says to myself, Tom Sawyer wouldn't back +out now, and so I won't either; I'm a-going to see what's going +on here. So I dropped on my hands and knees in the little +passage, and crept aft in the dark till there warn't but one +stateroom betwixt me and the cross-hall of the texas. Then in +there I see a man stretched on the floor and tied hand and foot, +and two men standing over him, and one of them had a dim lantern +in his hand, and the other one had a pistol. This one kept +pointing the pistol at the man's head on the floor, and +saying:</p> + +<p>"I'd LIKE to! And I orter, too—a mean skunk!"</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c12-098"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c12-098.jpg (66K)" src="images/c12-098.jpg" height="498" width="546"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>The man on the floor would shrivel up and say, "Oh, please +don't, Bill; I hain't ever goin' to tell."</p> + +<p>And every time he said that the man with the lantern would +laugh and say:</p> + +<p>"'Deed you AIN'T! You never said no truer thing 'n that, you +bet you." And once he said: "Hear him beg! and yit if we hadn't +got the best of him and tied him he'd a killed us both. And what +FOR? Jist for noth'n. Jist because we stood on our +RIGHTS—that's what for. But I lay you ain't a-goin' to +threaten nobody any more, Jim Turner. Put UP that pistol, +Bill."</p> + +<p>Bill says:</p> + +<p>"I don't want to, Jake Packard. I'm for killin' him—and +didn't he kill old Hatfield jist the same way—and don't he +deserve it?"</p> + +<p>"But I don't WANT him killed, and I've got my reasons for +it."</p> + +<p>"Bless yo' heart for them words, Jake Packard! I'll never +forgit you long's I live!" says the man on the floor, sort of +blubbering.</p> + +<p>Packard didn't take no notice of that, but hung up his lantern +on a nail and started towards where I was there in the dark, and +motioned Bill to come. I crawfished as fast as I could about two +yards, but the boat slanted so that I couldn't make very good +time; so to keep from getting run over and catched I crawled into +a stateroom on the upper side. The man came a-pawing along in +the dark, and when Packard got to my stateroom, he says:</p> + +<p>"Here—come in here."</p> + +<p>And in he come, and Bill after him. But before they got in I +was up in the upper berth, cornered, and sorry I come. Then they +stood there, with their hands on the ledge of the berth, and +talked. I couldn't see them, but I could tell where they was by +the whisky they'd been having. I was glad I didn't drink whisky; +but it wouldn't made much difference anyway, because most of the +time they couldn't a treed me because I didn't breathe. I was +too scared. And, besides, a body COULDN'T breathe and hear such +talk. They talked low and earnest. Bill wanted to kill Turner. + He says:</p> + +<p>"He's said he'll tell, and he will. If we was to give both +our shares to him NOW it wouldn't make no difference after the +row and the way we've served him. Shore's you're born, he'll +turn State's evidence; now you hear ME. I'm for putting him out +of his troubles."</p> + +<p>"So'm I," says Packard, very quiet.</p> + +<p>"Blame it, I'd sorter begun to think you wasn't. Well, then, +that's all right. Le's go and do it."</p> + +<p>"Hold on a minute; I hain't had my say yit. You listen to me. +Shooting's good, but there's quieter ways if the thing's GOT to +be done. But what I say is this: it ain't good sense to go +court'n around after a halter if you can git at what you're up to +in some way that's jist as good and at the same time don't bring +you into no resks. Ain't that so?"</p> + +<p>"You bet it is. But how you goin' to manage it this +time?"</p> + +<p>"Well, my idea is this: we'll rustle around and gather up +whatever pickins we've overlooked in the staterooms, and shove +for shore and hide the truck. Then we'll wait. Now I say it +ain't a-goin' to be more'n two hours befo' this wrack breaks up +and washes off down the river. See? He'll be drownded, and won't +have nobody to blame for it but his own self. I reckon that's a +considerble sight better 'n killin' of him. I'm unfavorable to +killin' a man as long as you can git aroun' it; it ain't good +sense, it ain't good morals. Ain't I right?"</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c12-100"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c12-100.jpg (69K)" src="images/c12-100.jpg" height="592" width="468"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>"Yes, I reck'n you are. But s'pose she DON'T break up and +wash off?"</p> + +<p>"Well, we can wait the two hours anyway and see, can't +we?"</p> + +<p>"All right, then; come along."</p> + +<p>So they started, and I lit out, all in a cold sweat, and +scrambled forward. It was dark as pitch there; but I said, in a +kind of a coarse whisper, "Jim !" and he answered up, right at my +elbow, with a sort of a moan, and I says:</p> + +<p>"Quick, Jim, it ain't no time for fooling around and moaning; +there's a gang of murderers in yonder, and if we don't hunt up +their boat and set her drifting down the river so these fellows +can't get away from the wreck there's one of 'em going to be in a +bad fix. But if we find their boat we can put ALL of 'em in a +bad fix—for the sheriff 'll get 'em. Quick—hurry! + I'll hunt the labboard side, you hunt the stabboard. You start +at the raft, and—"</p> + +<p>"Oh, my lordy, lordy! RAF'? Dey ain' no raf' no mo'; she +done broke loose en gone I—en here we is!"</p> + + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c12-101"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c12-101.jpg (33K)" src="images/c12-101.jpg" height="349" width="448"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<hr> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c13-102"></a> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c13"></a> +<center> +<img alt="c13-102.jpg (162K)" src="images/c13-102.jpg" height="984" width="787"> +</center> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER XIII.</p> + +<p>WELL, I catched my breath and most fainted. Shut up on a +wreck with such a gang as that! But it warn't no time to be +sentimentering. We'd GOT to find that boat now—had to have +it for ourselves. So we went a-quaking and shaking down the +stabboard side, and slow work it was, too—seemed a week +before we got to the stern. No sign of a boat. Jim said he +didn't believe he could go any further—so scared he hadn't +hardly any strength left, he said. But I said, come on, if we +get left on this wreck we are in a fix, sure. So on we prowled +again. We struck for the stern of the texas, and found it, and +then scrabbled along forwards on the skylight, hanging on from +shutter to shutter, for the edge of the skylight was in the +water. When we got pretty close to the cross-hall door there was +the skiff, sure enough! I could just barely see her. I felt +ever so thankful. In another second I would a been aboard of +her, but just then the door opened. One of the men stuck his +head out only about a couple of foot from me, and I thought I was +gone; but he jerked it in again, and says:</p> + +<p>"Heave that blame lantern out o' sight, Bill!"</p> + +<p>He flung a bag of something into the boat, and then got in +himself and set down. It was Packard. Then Bill HE come out and +got in. Packard says, in a low voice:</p> + +<p>"All ready—shove off!"</p> + +<p>I couldn't hardly hang on to the shutters, I was so weak. But +Bill says:</p> + +<p>"Hold on—'d you go through him?"</p> + +<p>"No. Didn't you?"</p> + +<p>"No. So he's got his share o' the cash yet."</p> + +<p>"Well, then, come along; no use to take truck and leave +money."</p> + +<p>"Say, won't he suspicion what we're up to?"</p> + +<p>"Maybe he won't. But we got to have it anyway. Come +along."</p> + +<p>So they got out and went in.</p> + +<p>The door slammed to because it was on the careened side; and +in a half second I was in the boat, and Jim come tumbling after +me. I out with my knife and cut the rope, and away we went!</p> + +<p>We didn't touch an oar, and we didn't speak nor whisper, nor +hardly even breathe. We went gliding swift along, dead silent, +past the tip of the paddle-box, and past the stern; then in a +second or two more we was a hundred yards below the wreck, and +the darkness soaked her up, every last sign of her, and we was +safe, and knowed it.</p> + +<p>When we was three or four hundred yards down-stream we see the +lantern show like a little spark at the texas door for a second, +and we knowed by that that the rascals had missed their boat, and +was beginning to understand that they was in just as much trouble +now as Jim Turner was.</p> + +<p>Then Jim manned the oars, and we took out after our raft. Now +was the first time that I begun to worry about the men—I +reckon I hadn't had time to before. I begun to think how +dreadful it was, even for murderers, to be in such a fix. I says +to myself, there ain't no telling but I might come to be a +murderer myself yet, and then how would I like it? So says I to +Jim:</p> + +<p>"The first light we see we'll land a hundred yards below it or +above it, in a place where it's a good hiding-place for you and +the skiff, and then I'll go and fix up some kind of a yarn, and +get somebody to go for that gang and get them out of their +scrape, so they can be hung when their time comes."</p> + +<p>But that idea was a failure; for pretty soon it begun to storm +again, and this time worse than ever. The rain poured down, and +never a light showed; everybody in bed, I reckon. We boomed +along down the river, watching for lights and watching for our +raft. After a long time the rain let up, but the clouds stayed, +and the lightning kept whimpering, and by and by a flash showed +us a black thing ahead, floating, and we made for it.</p> + +<p>It was the raft, and mighty glad was we to get aboard of it +again. We seen a light now away down to the right, on shore. So +I said I would go for it. The skiff was half full of plunder +which that gang had stole there on the wreck. We hustled it on +to the raft in a pile, and I told Jim to float along down, and +show a light when he judged he had gone about two mile, and keep +it burning till I come; then I manned my oars and shoved for the +light. As I got down towards it three or four more +showed—up on a hillside. It was a village. I closed in +above the shore light, and laid on my oars and floated. As I +went by I see it was a lantern hanging on the jackstaff of a +double-hull ferryboat. I skimmed around for the watchman, +a-wondering whereabouts he slept; and by and by I found him +roosting on the bitts forward, with his head down between his +knees. I gave his shoulder two or three little shoves, and begun +to cry.</p> + +<p>He stirred up in a kind of a startlish way; but when he see it +was only me he took a good gap and stretch, and then he says:</p> + +<p>"Hello, what's up? Don't cry, bub. What's the trouble?"</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c13-104"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c13-104.jpg (69K)" src="images/c13-104.jpg" height="498" width="554"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>I says:</p> + +<p>"Pap, and mam, and sis, and—"</p> + +<p>Then I broke down. He says:</p> + +<p>"Oh, dang it now, DON'T take on so; we all has to have our +troubles, and this 'n 'll come out all right. What's the matter +with 'em?"</p> + +<p>"They're—they're—are you the watchman of the +boat?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," he says, kind of pretty-well-satisfied like. "I'm the +captain and the owner and the mate and the pilot and watchman and +head deck-hand; and sometimes I'm the freight and passengers. I +ain't as rich as old Jim Hornback, and I can't be so blame' +generous and good to Tom, Dick, and Harry as what he is, and slam +around money the way he does; but I've told him a many a time 't +I wouldn't trade places with him; for, says I, a sailor's life's +the life for me, and I'm derned if I'D live two mile out o' town, +where there ain't nothing ever goin' on, not for all his +spondulicks and as much more on top of it. Says I—"</p> + +<p>I broke in and says:</p> + +<p>"They're in an awful peck of trouble, and—"</p> + +<p>"WHO is?"</p> + +<p>"Why, pap and mam and sis and Miss Hooker; and if you'd take +your ferryboat and go up there—"</p> + +<p>"Up where? Where are they?"</p> + +<p>"On the wreck."</p> + +<p>"What wreck?"</p> + +<p>"Why, there ain't but one."</p> + +<p>"What, you don't mean the Walter Scott?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"Good land! what are they doin' THERE, for gracious +sakes?"</p> + +<p>"Well, they didn't go there a-purpose."</p> + +<p>"I bet they didn't! Why, great goodness, there ain't no +chance for 'em if they don't git off mighty quick! Why, how in +the nation did they ever git into such a scrape?"</p> + +<p>"Easy enough. Miss Hooker was a-visiting up there to the +town—"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Booth's Landing—go on."</p> + +<p>"She was a-visiting there at Booth's Landing, and just in the +edge of the evening she started over with her nigger woman in the +horse-ferry to stay all night at her friend's house, Miss +What-you-may-call-her I disremember her name—and they lost +their steering-oar, and swung around and went a-floating down, +stern first, about two mile, and saddle-baggsed on the wreck, and +the ferryman and the nigger woman and the horses was all lost, +but Miss Hooker she made a grab and got aboard the wreck. Well, +about an hour after dark we come along down in our trading-scow, +and it was so dark we didn't notice the wreck till we was right +on it; and so WE saddle-baggsed; but all of us was saved but Bill +Whipple—and oh, he WAS the best cretur!—I most wish +'t it had been me, I do."</p> + +<p>"My George! It's the beatenest thing I ever struck. And THEN +what did you all do?"</p> + +<p>"Well, we hollered and took on, but it's so wide there we +couldn't make nobody hear. So pap said somebody got to get +ashore and get help somehow. I was the only one that could swim, +so I made a dash for it, and Miss Hooker she said if I didn't +strike help sooner, come here and hunt up her uncle, and he'd fix +the thing. I made the land about a mile below, and been fooling +along ever since, trying to get people to do something, but they +said, 'What, in such a night and such a current? There ain't no +sense in it; go for the steam ferry.' Now if you'll go +and—"</p> + +<p>"By Jackson, I'd LIKE to, and, blame it, I don't know but I +will; but who in the dingnation's a-going' to PAY for it? Do you +reckon your pap—"</p> + +<p>"Why THAT'S all right. Miss Hooker she tole me, PARTICULAR, +that her uncle Hornback—"</p> + +<p>"Great guns! is HE her uncle? Looky here, you break for that +light over yonder-way, and turn out west when you git there, and +about a quarter of a mile out you'll come to the tavern; tell 'em +to dart you out to Jim Hornback's, and he'll foot the bill. And +don't you fool around any, because he'll want to know the news. + Tell him I'll have his niece all safe before he can get to town. + Hump yourself, now; I'm a-going up around the corner here to +roust out my engineer."</p> + +<p>I struck for the light, but as soon as he turned the corner I +went back and got into my skiff and bailed her out, and then +pulled up shore in the easy water about six hundred yards, and +tucked myself in among some woodboats; for I couldn't rest easy +till I could see the ferryboat start. But take it all around, I +was feeling ruther comfortable on accounts of taking all this +trouble for that gang, for not many would a done it. I wished +the widow knowed about it. I judged she would be proud of me for +helping these rapscallions, because rapscallions and dead beats +is the kind the widow and good people takes the most interest +in.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c13-107"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c13-107.jpg (64K)" src="images/c13-107.jpg" height="419" width="620"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>Well, before long here comes the wreck, dim and dusky, sliding +along down! A kind of cold shiver went through me, and then I +struck out for her. She was very deep, and I see in a minute +there warn't much chance for anybody being alive in her. I +pulled all around her and hollered a little, but there wasn't any +answer; all dead still. I felt a little bit heavy-hearted about +the gang, but not much, for I reckoned if they could stand it I +could.</p> + +<p>Then here comes the ferryboat; so I shoved for the middle of +the river on a long down-stream slant; and when I judged I was +out of eye-reach I laid on my oars, and looked back and see her +go and smell around the wreck for Miss Hooker's remainders, +because the captain would know her uncle Hornback would want +them; and then pretty soon the ferryboat give it up and went for +the shore, and I laid into my work and went a-booming down the +river.</p> + +<p>It did seem a powerful long time before Jim's light showed up; +and when it did show it looked like it was a thousand mile off. + By the time I got there the sky was beginning to get a little +gray in the east; so we struck for an island, and hid the raft, +and sunk the skiff, and turned in and slept like dead people.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c13-108"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c13-108.jpg (62K)" src="images/c13-108.jpg" height="406" width="596"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<hr> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c14-109"></a> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c14"></a> +<center> +<img alt="c14-109.jpg (172K)" src="images/c14-109.jpg" height="1009" width="782"> +</center> + + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER XIV.</p> + +<p>BY and by, when we got up, we turned over the truck the gang +had stole off of the wreck, and found boots, and blankets, and +clothes, and all sorts of other things, and a lot of books, and a +spyglass, and three boxes of seegars. We hadn't ever been this +rich before in neither of our lives. The seegars was prime. We +laid off all the afternoon in the woods talking, and me reading +the books, and having a general good time. I told Jim all about +what happened inside the wreck and at the ferryboat, and I said +these kinds of things was adventures; but he said he didn't want +no more adventures. He said that when I went in the texas and he +crawled back to get on the raft and found her gone he nearly +died, because he judged it was all up with HIM anyway it could be +fixed; for if he didn't get saved he would get drownded; and if +he did get saved, whoever saved him would send him back home so +as to get the reward, and then Miss Watson would sell him South, +sure. Well, he was right; he was most always right; he had an +uncommon level head for a nigger.</p> + +<p>I read considerable to Jim about kings and dukes and earls and +such, and how gaudy they dressed, and how much style they put on, +and called each other your majesty, and your grace, and your +lordship, and so on, 'stead of mister; and Jim's eyes bugged out, +and he was interested. He says:</p> + +<p>"I didn' know dey was so many un um. I hain't hearn 'bout +none un um, skasely, but ole King Sollermun, onless you counts +dem kings dat's in a pack er k'yards. How much do a king +git?"</p> + +<p>"Get?" I says; "why, they get a thousand dollars a month if +they want it; they can have just as much as they want; everything +belongs to them."</p> + +<p>"AIN' dat gay? En what dey got to do, Huck?"</p> + +<p>"THEY don't do nothing! Why, how you talk! They just set +around."</p> + +<p>"No; is dat so?"</p> + +<p>"Of course it is. They just set around—except, maybe, +when there's a war; then they go to the war. But other times +they just lazy around; or go hawking—just hawking and +sp—Sh!—d' you hear a noise?"</p> + +<p>We skipped out and looked; but it warn't nothing but the +flutter of a steamboat's wheel away down, coming around the +point; so we come back.</p> + +<p>"Yes," says I, "and other times, when things is dull, they +fuss with the parlyment; and if everybody don't go just so he +whacks their heads off. But mostly they hang round the +harem."</p> + +<p>"Roun' de which?"</p> + +<p>"Harem."</p> + +<p>"What's de harem?"</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c14-110"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c14-110.jpg (70K)" src="images/c14-110.jpg" height="490" width="604"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>"The place where he keeps his wives. Don't you know about the +harem? Solomon had one; he had about a million wives."</p> + +<p>"Why, yes, dat's so; I—I'd done forgot it. A harem's a +bo'd'n-house, I reck'n. Mos' likely dey has rackety times in de +nussery. En I reck'n de wives quarrels considable; en dat +'crease de racket. Yit dey say Sollermun de wises' man dat ever +live'. I doan' take no stock in dat. Bekase why: would a wise +man want to live in de mids' er sich a blim-blammin' all de +time? No—'deed he wouldn't. A wise man 'ud take en buil' +a biler-factry; en den he could shet DOWN de biler-factry when he +want to res'."</p> + +<p>"Well, but he WAS the wisest man, anyway; because the widow +she told me so, her own self."</p> + +<p>"I doan k'yer what de widder say, he WARN'T no wise man +nuther. He had some er de dad-fetchedes' ways I ever see. Does +you know 'bout dat chile dat he 'uz gwyne to chop in two?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, the widow told me all about it."</p> + +<p>"WELL, den! Warn' dat de beatenes' notion in de worl'? You +jes' take en look at it a minute. Dah's de stump, +dah—dat's one er de women; heah's you—dat's de yuther +one; I's Sollermun; en dish yer dollar bill's de chile. Bofe un +you claims it. What does I do? Does I shin aroun' mongs' de +neighbors en fine out which un you de bill DO b'long to, en han' +it over to de right one, all safe en soun', de way dat anybody +dat had any gumption would? No; I take en whack de bill in TWO, +en give half un it to you, en de yuther half to de yuther woman. + Dat's de way Sollermun was gwyne to do wid de chile. Now I want +to ast you: what's de use er dat half a bill?—can't buy +noth'n wid it. En what use is a half a chile? I wouldn' give a +dern for a million un um."</p> + +<p>"But hang it, Jim, you've clean missed the point—blame +it, you've missed it a thousand mile."</p> + +<p>"Who? Me? Go 'long. Doan' talk to me 'bout yo' pints. I +reck'n I knows sense when I sees it; en dey ain' no sense in sich +doin's as dat. De 'spute warn't 'bout a half a chile, de 'spute +was 'bout a whole chile; en de man dat think he kin settle a +'spute 'bout a whole chile wid a half a chile doan' know enough +to come in out'n de rain. Doan' talk to me 'bout Sollermun, +Huck, I knows him by de back."</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c14-112"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c14-112.jpg (65K)" src="images/c14-112.jpg" height="459" width="605"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<p>"But I tell you you don't get the point."</p> + +<p>"Blame de point! I reck'n I knows what I knows. En mine you, +de REAL pint is down furder—it's down deeper. It lays in +de way Sollermun was raised. You take a man dat's got on'y one +or two chillen; is dat man gwyne to be waseful o' chillen? No, +he ain't; he can't 'ford it. HE know how to value 'em. But you +take a man dat's got 'bout five million chillen runnin' roun' de +house, en it's diffunt. HE as soon chop a chile in two as a cat. +Dey's plenty mo'. A chile er two, mo' er less, warn't no +consekens to Sollermun, dad fatch him!"</p> + +<p>I never see such a nigger. If he got a notion in his head +once, there warn't no getting it out again. He was the most down +on Solomon of any nigger I ever see. So I went to talking about +other kings, and let Solomon slide. I told about Louis Sixteenth +that got his head cut off in France long time ago; and about his +little boy the dolphin, that would a been a king, but they took +and shut him up in jail, and some say he died there.</p> + +<p>"Po' little chap."</p> + +<p>"But some says he got out and got away, and come to +America."</p> + +<p>"Dat's good! But he'll be pooty lonesome—dey ain' no +kings here, is dey, Huck?"</p> + +<p>"No."</p> + +<p>"Den he cain't git no situation. What he gwyne to do?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't know. Some of them gets on the police, and +some of them learns people how to talk French."</p> + +<p>"Why, Huck, doan' de French people talk de same way we +does?"</p> + +<p>"NO, Jim; you couldn't understand a word they said—not a +single word."</p> + +<p>"Well, now, I be ding-busted! How do dat come?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know; but it's so. I got some of their jabber out of +a book. S'pose a man was to come to you and say +Polly-voo-franzy—what would you think?"</p> + +<p>"I wouldn' think nuff'n; I'd take en bust him over de +head—dat is, if he warn't white. I wouldn't 'low no nigger +to call me dat."</p> + +<p>"Shucks, it ain't calling you anything. It's only saying, do +you know how to talk French?"</p> + +<p>"Well, den, why couldn't he SAY it?"</p> + +<p>"Why, he IS a-saying it. That's a Frenchman's WAY of saying +it."</p> + +<p>"Well, it's a blame ridicklous way, en I doan' want to hear no +mo' 'bout it. Dey ain' no sense in it."</p> + +<p>"Looky here, Jim; does a cat talk like we do?"</p> + +<p>"No, a cat don't."</p> + +<p>"Well, does a cow?"</p> + +<p>"No, a cow don't, nuther."</p> + +<p>"Does a cat talk like a cow, or a cow talk like a cat?"</p> + +<p>"No, dey don't."</p> + +<p>"It's natural and right for 'em to talk different from each +other, ain't it?"</p> + +<p>"Course."</p> + +<p>"And ain't it natural and right for a cat and a cow to talk +different from US?"</p> + +<p>"Why, mos' sholy it is."</p> + +<p>"Well, then, why ain't it natural and right for a FRENCHMAN to +talk different from us? You answer me that."</p> + +<p>"Is a cat a man, Huck?"</p> + +<p>"No."</p> + +<p>"Well, den, dey ain't no sense in a cat talkin' like a man. + Is a cow a man?—er is a cow a cat?"</p> + +<p>"No, she ain't either of them."</p> + +<p>"Well, den, she ain't got no business to talk like either one +er the yuther of 'em. Is a Frenchman a man?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"WELL, den! Dad blame it, why doan' he TALK like a man? You +answer me DAT!"</p> + +<p>I see it warn't no use wasting words—you can't learn a +nigger to argue. So I quit.</p> + + +<br> +<br> +<hr> +<a name="c15-115"></a> +<br> +<br> +<a name="c15"></a> +<center> +<img alt="c15-115.jpg (159K)" src="images/c15-115.jpg" height="1015" width="781"> +</center> + +<p><br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +CHAPTER XV.</p> + +<p>WE judged that three nights more would fetch us to Cairo, at +the bottom of Illinois, where the Ohio River comes in, and that +was what we was after. We would sell the raft and get on a +steamboat and go way up the Ohio amongst the free States, and +then be out of trouble.</p> + +<p>Well, the second night a fog begun to come on, and we made for +a towhead to tie to, for it wouldn't do to try to run in a fog; +but when I paddled ahead in the canoe, with the line to make +fast, there warn't anything but little saplings to tie to. I +passed the line around one of them right on the edge of the cut +bank, but there was a stiff current, and the raft come booming +down so lively she tore it out by the roots and away she went. I +see the fog closing down, and it made me so sick and scared I +couldn't budge for most a half a minute it seemed to me—and +then there warn't no raft in sight; you couldn't see twenty +yards. I jumped into the canoe and run back to the stern, and +grabbed the paddle and set her back a stroke. But she didn't +come. I was in such a hurry I hadn't untied her. I got up and +tried to untie her, but I was so excited my hands shook so I +couldn't hardly do anything with them.</p> + +<p>As soon as I got started I took out after the raft, hot and +heavy, right down the towhead. That was all right as far as it +went, but the towhead warn't sixty yards long, and the minute I +flew by the foot of it I shot out into the solid white fog, and +hadn't no more idea which way I was going than a dead man.</p> + +<p>Thinks I, it won't do to paddle; first I know I'll run into +the bank or a towhead or something; I got to set still and float, +and yet it's mighty fidgety business to have to hold your hands +still at such a time. I whooped and listened. Away down there +somewheres I hears a small whoop, and up comes my spirits. I +went tearing after it, listening sharp to hear it again. The +next time it come I see I warn't heading for it, but heading away +to the right of it. And the next time I was heading away to the +left of it—and not gaining on it much either, for I was +flying around, this way and that and t'other, but it was going +straight ahead all the time.</p> + +<p>I did wish the fool would think to beat a tin pan, and beat it +all the time, but he never did, and it was the still places +between the whoops that was making the trouble for me. Well, I +fought along, and directly I hears the whoop BEHIND me. I was +tangled good now. That was somebody else's whoop, or else I was +turned around.</p> + +<p>I throwed the paddle down. I heard the whoop again; it was +behind me yet, but in a different place; it kept coming, and kept +changing its place, and I kept answering, till by and by it was +in front of me again, and I knowed the current had swung the +canoe's head down-stream, and I was all right if that was Jim and +not some other raftsman hollering. I couldn't tell nothing about +voices in a fog, for nothing don't look natural nor sound natural +in a fog.</p> + +<p>The whooping went on, and in about a minute I come a-booming +down on a cut bank with smoky ghosts of big trees on it, and the +current throwed me off to the left and shot by, amongst a lot of +snags that fairly roared, the currrent was tearing by them so +swift.</p> + +<p>In another second or two it was solid white and still again. + I set perfectly still then, listening to my heart thump, and I +reckon I didn't draw a breath while it thumped a hundred.</p> + +<p>I just give up then. I knowed what the matter was. That cut +bank was an island, and Jim had gone down t'other side of it. It +warn't no towhead that you could float by in ten minutes. It had +the big timber of a regular island; it might be five or six miles +long and more than half a mile wide.</p> + +<p>I kept quiet, with my ears cocked, about fifteen minutes, I +reckon. I was floating along, of course, four or five miles an +hour; but you don't ever think of that. No, you FEEL like you +are laying dead still on the water; and if a little glimpse of a +snag slips by you don't think to yourself how fast YOU'RE going, +but you catch your breath and think, my! how that snag's tearing +along. If you think it ain't dismal and lonesome out in a fog +that way by yourself in the night, you try it once—you'll +see.</p> + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c15-117"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c15-117.jpg (64K)" src="images/c15-117.jpg" height="455" width="608"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + + +<p>Next, for about a half an hour, I whoops now and then; at last +I hears the answer a long ways off, and tries to follow it, but I +couldn't do it, and directly I judged I'd got into a nest of +towheads, for I had little dim glimpses of them on both sides of +me—sometimes just a narrow channel between, and some that I +couldn't see I knowed was there because I'd hear the wash of the +current against the old dead brush and trash that hung over the +banks. Well, I warn't long loosing the whoops down amongst the +towheads; and I only tried to chase them a little while, anyway, +because it was worse than chasing a Jack-o'-lantern. You never +knowed a sound dodge around so, and swap places so quick and so +much.</p> + +<p>I had to claw away from the bank pretty lively four or five +times, to keep from knocking the islands out of the river; and so +I judged the raft must be butting into the bank every now and +then, or else it would get further ahead and clear out of +hearing—it was floating a little faster than what I +was.</p> + +<p>Well, I seemed to be in the open river again by and by, but I +couldn't hear no sign of a whoop nowheres. I reckoned Jim had +fetched up on a snag, maybe, and it was all up with him. I was +good and tired, so I laid down in the canoe and said I wouldn't +bother no more. I didn't want to go to sleep, of course; but I +was so sleepy I couldn't help it; so I thought I would take jest +one little cat-nap.</p> + + +<br> +<br> +<a name="c15-118"></a> +<br> +<br> +<center> +<img alt="c15-118.jpg (78K)" src="images/c15-118.jpg" height="451" width="616"> +</center> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<p>But I reckon it was more than a cat-nap, for when I waked up +the stars was shining bright, the fog was all gone, and I was +spinning down a big bend stern first. First I didn't know where +I was; I thought I was dreaming; and when things began to come +back to me they seemed to come up dim out of last week.</p> + +<p>It was a monstrous big river here, with the tallest and the +thickest kind of timber on both banks; just a solid wall, as well +as I could see by the stars. I looked away down-stream, and seen +a black speck on the water. I took after it; but when I got to it +it warn't nothing but a couple of sawlogs made fast together. + Then I see another speck, and chased that; then another, and +this time I was right. It was the raft.</p> + +<p>When I got to it Jim was setting there with his head down +between his knees, asleep, with his right arm hanging over the +steering-oar. The other oar was smashed off, and the raft was +littered up with leaves and branches and dirt. So she'd had a +rough time.</p> + +<p>I made fast and laid down under Jim's nose on the raft, and +began to gap, and stretch my fists out against Jim, and says:</p> + +<p>"Hello, Jim, have I been asleep? Why didn't you stir me +up?"</p> + +<p>"Goodness gracious, is dat you, Huck? En you ain' +dead—you ain' drownded—you's back agin? It's too +good for true, honey, it's too good for true. Lemme look at you +chile, lemme feel o' you. No, you ain' dead! you's back agin, +'live en soun', jis de same ole Huck—de same ole Huck, +thanks to goodness!"</p> + +<p>"What's the matter with you, Jim? You been a-drinking?"</p> + +<p>"Drinkin'? Has I ben a-drinkin'? Has I had a chance to be +a-drinkin'?"</p> + +<p>"Well, then, what makes you talk so wild?"</p> + +<p>"How does I talk wild?"</p> + +<p>"HOW? Why, hain't you been talking about my coming back, and +all that stuff, as if I'd been gone away?"</p> + +<p>"Huck—Huck Finn, you look me in de eye; look me in de +eye. HAIN'T you ben gone away?"</p> + +<p>"Gone away? Why, what in the nation do you mean? I hain't +been gone anywheres. Where would I go to?"</p> + +<p>"Well, looky here, boss, dey's sumf'n wrong, dey is. Is I ME, +or who IS I? Is I heah, or whah IS I? Now dat's what I wants to +know."</p> + +<p>"Well, I think you're here, plain enough, but I think you're a +tangle-headed old fool, Jim."</p> + +<p>"I is, is I? Well, you answer me dis: Didn't you tote out de +line in de canoe fer to make fas' to de tow-head?"</p> + +<p>"No, I didn't. What tow-head? I hain't see no tow-head."</p> + +<p>"You hain't seen no towhead? Looky here, didn't de line pull +loose en de raf' go a-hummin' down de river, en leave you en de +canoe behine in de fog?"</p> + +<p>"What fog?"</p> + +<p>"Why, de fog!—de fog dat's been aroun' all night. En +didn't you whoop, en didn't I whoop, tell we got mix' up in de +islands en one un us got los' en t'other one was jis' as good as +los', 'kase he didn' know whah he wuz? En didn't I bust up agin a +lot er dem islands en have a turrible time en mos' git drownded? + Now ain' dat so, boss—ain't it so? You answer me +dat."</p> + +<p>"Well, this is too many for me, Jim. I hain't seen no fog, +nor no islands, nor no troubles, nor nothing. I been setting +here talking with you all night till you went to sleep about ten +minutes ago, and I reckon I done the same. You couldn't a got +drunk in that time, so of course you've been dreaming."</p> + +<p>"Dad fetch it, how is I gwyne to dream all dat in ten +minutes?"</p> + +<p>"Well, hang it all, you did dream it, because there didn't any +of it happen."</p> + +<p>"But, Huck, it's all jis' as plain to me as—"</p> + +<p>"It don't make no difference how plain it is; there ain't +nothing in it. I know, because I've been here all the time."</p> + +<p>Jim didn't say nothing for about five minutes, but set there +studying over it. Then he says:</p> + +<p>"Well, den, I reck'n I did dream it, Huck; but dog my cats ef +it ain't de powerfullest dream I ever see. En I hain't ever had +no dream b'fo' dat's tired me like dis one."</p> + +<p>"Oh, well, that's all right, because a dream does tire a body +like everything sometimes. But this one was a staving dream; +tell me all about it, Jim."</p> + +<p>So Jim went to work and told me the whole thing right through, +just as it happened, only he painted it up considerable. Then he +said he must start in and "'terpret" it, because it was sent for +a warning. He said the first towhead stood for a man that would +try to do us some good, but the current was another man that +would get us away from him. The whoops was warnings that would +come to us every now and then, and if we didn't try hard to make +out to understand them they'd just take us into bad luck, 'stead +of keeping us out of it. The lot of towheads was troubles we was +going to get into with quarrelsome people and all kinds of mean +folks, but if we minded our business and didn't talk back and +aggravate them, we would pull through and get out of the fog and +into the big clear river, which was the free States, and wouldn't +have no more trouble.</p> + +<p>It had clouded up pretty dark just after I got on to the raft, +but it was clearing up again now.</p> + +<p>"Oh, well, that's all interpreted well enough as far as it +goes, Jim," I says; "but what does THESE things stand for?"</p> + +<p>It was the leaves and rubbish on the raft and the smashed oar. + You could see them first-rate now.</p> + +<p>Jim looked at the trash, and then looked at me, and back at +the trash again. He had got the dream fixed so strong in his +head that he couldn't seem to shake it loose and get the facts +back into its place again right away. But when he did get the +thing straightened around he looked at me steady without ever +smiling, and says:</p> + +<p>"What do dey stan' for? I'se gwyne to tell you. When I got +all wore out wid work, en wid de callin' for you, en went to +sleep, my heart wuz mos' broke bekase you wuz los', en I didn' +k'yer no' mo' what become er me en de raf'. En when I wake up en +fine you back agin, all safe en soun', de tears come, en I could +a got down on my knees en kiss yo' foot, I's so thankful. En all +you wuz thinkin' 'bout wuz how you could make a fool uv ole Jim +wid a lie. Dat truck dah is TRASH; en trash is what people is +dat puts dirt on de head er dey fren's en makes 'em ashamed."</p> + +<p>Then he got up slow and walked to the wigwam, and went in +there without saying anything but that. But that was enough. It +made me feel so mean I could almost kissed HIS foot to get him to +take it back.</p> + +<p>It was fifteen minutes before I could work myself up to go and +humble myself to a nigger; but I done it, and I warn't ever sorry +for it afterwards, neither. I didn't do him no more mean tricks, +and I wouldn't done that one if I'd a knowed it would make him +feel that way.</p> + +<br> +<br> + + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Part 3 +by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY *** + +***** This file should be named 7102-h.htm or 7102-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/7/1/0/7102/ + +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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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 3 + Chapters XI. to XV. + +Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +Release Date: June 27, 2004 [EBook #7102] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + +HUCKLEBERRY FINN + +By Mark Twain + +Part 3. + + + +CHAPTER XI. + +"COME in," says the woman, and I did. She says: "Take a cheer." + +I done it. She looked me all over with her little shiny eyes, and says: + +"What might your name be?" + +"Sarah Williams." + +"Where 'bouts do you live? In this neighborhood?' + +"No'm. In Hookerville, seven mile below. I've walked all the way and +I'm all tired out." + +"Hungry, too, I reckon. I'll find you something." + +"No'm, I ain't hungry. I was so hungry I had to stop two miles below +here at a farm; so I ain't hungry no more. It's what makes me so late. +My mother's down sick, and out of money and everything, and I come to +tell my uncle Abner Moore. He lives at the upper end of the town, she +says. I hain't ever been here before. Do you know him?" + +"No; but I don't know everybody yet. I haven't lived here quite two +weeks. It's a considerable ways to the upper end of the town. You better +stay here all night. Take off your bonnet." + +"No," I says; "I'll rest a while, I reckon, and go on. I ain't afeared +of the dark." + +She said she wouldn't let me go by myself, but her husband would be in by +and by, maybe in a hour and a half, and she'd send him along with me. +Then she got to talking about her husband, and about her relations up the +river, and her relations down the river, and about how much better off +they used to was, and how they didn't know but they'd made a mistake +coming to our town, instead of letting well alone--and so on and so on, +till I was afeard I had made a mistake coming to her to find out what was +going on in the town; but by and by she dropped on to pap and the murder, +and then I was pretty willing to let her clatter right along. She told +about me and Tom Sawyer finding the six thousand dollars (only she got it +ten) and all about pap and what a hard lot he was, and what a hard lot I +was, and at last she got down to where I was murdered. I says: + +"Who done it? We've heard considerable about these goings on down in +Hookerville, but we don't know who 'twas that killed Huck Finn." + +"Well, I reckon there's a right smart chance of people HERE that'd like +to know who killed him. Some think old Finn done it himself." + +"No--is that so?" + +"Most everybody thought it at first. He'll never know how nigh he come +to getting lynched. But before night they changed around and judged it +was done by a runaway nigger named Jim." + +"Why HE--" + +I stopped. I reckoned I better keep still. She run on, and never +noticed I had put in at all: + +"The nigger run off the very night Huck Finn was killed. So there's a +reward out for him--three hundred dollars. And there's a reward out for +old Finn, too--two hundred dollars. You see, he come to town the morning +after the murder, and told about it, and was out with 'em on the +ferryboat hunt, and right away after he up and left. Before night they +wanted to lynch him, but he was gone, you see. Well, next day they found +out the nigger was gone; they found out he hadn't ben seen sence ten +o'clock the night the murder was done. So then they put it on him, you +see; and while they was full of it, next day, back comes old Finn, and +went boo-hooing to Judge Thatcher to get money to hunt for the nigger all +over Illinois with. The judge gave him some, and that evening he got +drunk, and was around till after midnight with a couple of mighty +hard-looking strangers, and then went off with them. Well, he hain't +come back sence, and they ain't looking for him back till this thing +blows over a little, for people thinks now that he killed his boy and +fixed things so folks would think robbers done it, and then he'd get +Huck's money without having to bother a long time with a lawsuit. People +do say he warn't any too good to do it. Oh, he's sly, I reckon. If he +don't come back for a year he'll be all right. You can't prove anything +on him, you know; everything will be quieted down then, and he'll walk in +Huck's money as easy as nothing." + +"Yes, I reckon so, 'm. I don't see nothing in the way of it. Has +everybody quit thinking the nigger done it?" + +"Oh, no, not everybody. A good many thinks he done it. But they'll get +the nigger pretty soon now, and maybe they can scare it out of him." + +"Why, are they after him yet?" + +"Well, you're innocent, ain't you! Does three hundred dollars lay around +every day for people to pick up? Some folks think the nigger ain't far +from here. I'm one of them--but I hain't talked it around. A few days +ago I was talking with an old couple that lives next door in the log +shanty, and they happened to say hardly anybody ever goes to that island +over yonder that they call Jackson's Island. Don't anybody live there? +says I. No, nobody, says they. I didn't say any more, but I done some +thinking. I was pretty near certain I'd seen smoke over there, about the +head of the island, a day or two before that, so I says to myself, like +as not that nigger's hiding over there; anyway, says I, it's worth the +trouble to give the place a hunt. I hain't seen any smoke sence, so I +reckon maybe he's gone, if it was him; but husband's going over to see +--him and another man. He was gone up the river; but he got back to-day, +and I told him as soon as he got here two hours ago." + +I had got so uneasy I couldn't set still. I had to do something with my +hands; so I took up a needle off of the table and went to threading it. +My hands shook, and I was making a bad job of it. When the woman stopped +talking I looked up, and she was looking at me pretty curious and smiling +a little. I put down the needle and thread, and let on to be interested +--and I was, too--and says: + +"Three hundred dollars is a power of money. I wish my mother could get +it. Is your husband going over there to-night?" + +"Oh, yes. He went up-town with the man I was telling you of, to get a +boat and see if they could borrow another gun. They'll go over after +midnight." + +"Couldn't they see better if they was to wait till daytime?" + +"Yes. And couldn't the nigger see better, too? After midnight he'll +likely be asleep, and they can slip around through the woods and hunt up +his camp fire all the better for the dark, if he's got one." + +"I didn't think of that." + +The woman kept looking at me pretty curious, and I didn't feel a bit +comfortable. Pretty soon she says" + +"What did you say your name was, honey?" + +"M--Mary Williams." + +Somehow it didn't seem to me that I said it was Mary before, so I didn't +look up--seemed to me I said it was Sarah; so I felt sort of cornered, +and was afeared maybe I was looking it, too. I wished the woman would +say something more; the longer she set still the uneasier I was. But now +she says: + +"Honey, I thought you said it was Sarah when you first come in?" + +"Oh, yes'm, I did. Sarah Mary Williams. Sarah's my first name. Some +calls me Sarah, some calls me Mary." + +"Oh, that's the way of it?" + +"Yes'm." + +I was feeling better then, but I wished I was out of there, anyway. I +couldn't look up yet. + +Well, the woman fell to talking about how hard times was, and how poor +they had to live, and how the rats was as free as if they owned the +place, and so forth and so on, and then I got easy again. She was right +about the rats. You'd see one stick his nose out of a hole in the corner +every little while. She said she had to have things handy to throw at +them when she was alone, or they wouldn't give her no peace. She showed +me a bar of lead twisted up into a knot, and said she was a good shot +with it generly, but she'd wrenched her arm a day or two ago, and didn't +know whether she could throw true now. But she watched for a chance, and +directly banged away at a rat; but she missed him wide, and said "Ouch!" +it hurt her arm so. Then she told me to try for the next one. I wanted +to be getting away before the old man got back, but of course I didn't +let on. I got the thing, and the first rat that showed his nose I let +drive, and if he'd a stayed where he was he'd a been a tolerable sick +rat. She said that was first-rate, and she reckoned I would hive the +next one. She went and got the lump of lead and fetched it back, and +brought along a hank of yarn which she wanted me to help her with. I +held up my two hands and she put the hank over them, and went on talking +about her and her husband's matters. But she broke off to say: + +"Keep your eye on the rats. You better have the lead in your lap, +handy." + +So she dropped the lump into my lap just at that moment, and I clapped my +legs together on it and she went on talking. But only about a minute. +Then she took off the hank and looked me straight in the face, and very +pleasant, and says: + +"Come, now, what's your real name?" + +"Wh--what, mum?" + +"What's your real name? Is it Bill, or Tom, or Bob?--or what is it?" + +I reckon I shook like a leaf, and I didn't know hardly what to do. But I +says: + +"Please to don't poke fun at a poor girl like me, mum. If I'm in the way +here, I'll--" + +"No, you won't. Set down and stay where you are. I ain't going to hurt +you, and I ain't going to tell on you, nuther. You just tell me your +secret, and trust me. I'll keep it; and, what's more, I'll help you. +So'll my old man if you want him to. You see, you're a runaway +'prentice, that's all. It ain't anything. There ain't no harm in it. +You've been treated bad, and you made up your mind to cut. Bless you, +child, I wouldn't tell on you. Tell me all about it now, that's a good +boy." + +So I said it wouldn't be no use to try to play it any longer, and I would +just make a clean breast and tell her everything, but she musn't go back +on her promise. Then I told her my father and mother was dead, and the +law had bound me out to a mean old farmer in the country thirty mile back +from the river, and he treated me so bad I couldn't stand it no longer; +he went away to be gone a couple of days, and so I took my chance and +stole some of his daughter's old clothes and cleared out, and I had been +three nights coming the thirty miles. I traveled nights, and hid +daytimes and slept, and the bag of bread and meat I carried from home +lasted me all the way, and I had a-plenty. I said I believed my uncle +Abner Moore would take care of me, and so that was why I struck out for +this town of Goshen. + +"Goshen, child? This ain't Goshen. This is St. Petersburg. Goshen's +ten mile further up the river. Who told you this was Goshen?" + +"Why, a man I met at daybreak this morning, just as I was going to turn +into the woods for my regular sleep. He told me when the roads forked I +must take the right hand, and five mile would fetch me to Goshen." + +"He was drunk, I reckon. He told you just exactly wrong." + +"Well, he did act like he was drunk, but it ain't no matter now. I got +to be moving along. I'll fetch Goshen before daylight." + +"Hold on a minute. I'll put you up a snack to eat. You might want it." + +So she put me up a snack, and says: + +"Say, when a cow's laying down, which end of her gets up first? Answer +up prompt now--don't stop to study over it. Which end gets up first?" + +"The hind end, mum." + +"Well, then, a horse?" + +"The for'rard end, mum." + +"Which side of a tree does the moss grow on?" + +"North side." + +"If fifteen cows is browsing on a hillside, how many of them eats with +their heads pointed the same direction?" + +"The whole fifteen, mum." + +"Well, I reckon you HAVE lived in the country. I thought maybe you was +trying to hocus me again. What's your real name, now?" + +"George Peters, mum." + +"Well, try to remember it, George. Don't forget and tell me it's +Elexander before you go, and then get out by saying it's George Elexander +when I catch you. And don't go about women in that old calico. You do a +girl tolerable poor, but you might fool men, maybe. Bless you, child, +when you set out to thread a needle don't hold the thread still and fetch +the needle up to it; hold the needle still and poke the thread at it; +that's the way a woman most always does, but a man always does t'other +way. And when you throw at a rat or anything, hitch yourself up a tiptoe +and fetch your hand up over your head as awkward as you can, and miss +your rat about six or seven foot. Throw stiff-armed from the shoulder, +like there was a pivot there for it to turn on, like a girl; not from the +wrist and elbow, with your arm out to one side, like a boy. And, mind +you, when a girl tries to catch anything in her lap she throws her knees +apart; she don't clap them together, the way you did when you catched the +lump of lead. Why, I spotted you for a boy when you was threading the +needle; and I contrived the other things just to make certain. Now trot +along to your uncle, Sarah Mary Williams George Elexander Peters, and if +you get into trouble you send word to Mrs. Judith Loftus, which is me, +and I'll do what I can to get you out of it. Keep the river road all the +way, and next time you tramp take shoes and socks with you. The river +road's a rocky one, and your feet'll be in a condition when you get to +Goshen, I reckon." + +I went up the bank about fifty yards, and then I doubled on my tracks and +slipped back to where my canoe was, a good piece below the house. I +jumped in, and was off in a hurry. I went up-stream far enough to make +the head of the island, and then started across. I took off the +sun-bonnet, for I didn't want no blinders on then. When I was about the +middle I heard the clock begin to strike, so I stops and listens; the +sound come faint over the water but clear--eleven. When I struck the +head of the island I never waited to blow, though I was most winded, but +I shoved right into the timber where my old camp used to be, and started +a good fire there on a high and dry spot. + +Then I jumped in the canoe and dug out for our place, a mile and a half +below, as hard as I could go. I landed, and slopped through the timber +and up the ridge and into the cavern. There Jim laid, sound asleep on +the ground. I roused him out and says: + +"Git up and hump yourself, Jim! There ain't a minute to lose. They're +after us!" + +Jim never asked no questions, he never said a word; but the way he worked +for the next half an hour showed about how he was scared. By that time +everything we had in the world was on our raft, and she was ready to be +shoved out from the willow cove where she was hid. We put out the camp +fire at the cavern the first thing, and didn't show a candle outside +after that. + +I took the canoe out from the shore a little piece, and took a look; but +if there was a boat around I couldn't see it, for stars and shadows ain't +good to see by. Then we got out the raft and slipped along down in the +shade, past the foot of the island dead still--never saying a word. + + + + +CHAPTER XII. + +IT must a been close on to one o'clock when we got below the island at +last, and the raft did seem to go mighty slow. If a boat was to come +along we was going to take to the canoe and break for the Illinois shore; +and it was well a boat didn't come, for we hadn't ever thought to put the +gun in the canoe, or a fishing-line, or anything to eat. We was in +ruther too much of a sweat to think of so many things. It warn't good +judgment to put EVERYTHING on the raft. + +If the men went to the island I just expect they found the camp fire I +built, and watched it all night for Jim to come. Anyways, they stayed +away from us, and if my building the fire never fooled them it warn't no +fault of mine. I played it as low down on them as I could. + +When the first streak of day began to show we tied up to a towhead in a +big bend on the Illinois side, and hacked off cottonwood branches with +the hatchet, and covered up the raft with them so she looked like there +had been a cave-in in the bank there. A tow-head is a sandbar that has +cottonwoods on it as thick as harrow-teeth. + +We had mountains on the Missouri shore and heavy timber on the Illinois +side, and the channel was down the Missouri shore at that place, so we +warn't afraid of anybody running across us. We laid there all day, and +watched the rafts and steamboats spin down the Missouri shore, and +up-bound steamboats fight the big river in the middle. I told Jim all +about the time I had jabbering with that woman; and Jim said she was a +smart one, and if she was to start after us herself she wouldn't set down +and watch a camp fire--no, sir, she'd fetch a dog. Well, then, I said, +why couldn't she tell her husband to fetch a dog? Jim said he bet she +did think of it by the time the men was ready to start, and he believed +they must a gone up-town to get a dog and so they lost all that time, or +else we wouldn't be here on a towhead sixteen or seventeen mile below the +village--no, indeedy, we would be in that same old town again. So I said +I didn't care what was the reason they didn't get us as long as they +didn't. + +When it was beginning to come on dark we poked our heads out of the +cottonwood thicket, and looked up and down and across; nothing in sight; +so Jim took up some of the top planks of the raft and built a snug wigwam +to get under in blazing weather and rainy, and to keep the things dry. +Jim made a floor for the wigwam, and raised it a foot or more above the +level of the raft, so now the blankets and all the traps was out of reach +of steamboat waves. Right in the middle of the wigwam we made a layer of +dirt about five or six inches deep with a frame around it for to hold it +to its place; this was to build a fire on in sloppy weather or chilly; +the wigwam would keep it from being seen. We made an extra steering-oar, +too, because one of the others might get broke on a snag or something. +We fixed up a short forked stick to hang the old lantern on, because we +must always light the lantern whenever we see a steamboat coming +down-stream, to keep from getting run over; but we wouldn't have to light +it for up-stream boats unless we see we was in what they call a +"crossing"; for the river was pretty high yet, very low banks being still +a little under water; so up-bound boats didn't always run the channel, +but hunted easy water. + +This second night we run between seven and eight hours, with a current +that was making over four mile an hour. We catched fish and talked, and +we took a swim now and then to keep off sleepiness. It was kind of +solemn, drifting down the big, still river, laying on our backs looking +up at the stars, and we didn't ever feel like talking loud, and it warn't +often that we laughed--only a little kind of a low chuckle. We had +mighty good weather as a general thing, and nothing ever happened to us +at all--that night, nor the next, nor the next. + +Every night we passed towns, some of them away up on black hillsides, +nothing but just a shiny bed of lights; not a house could you see. The +fifth night we passed St. Louis, and it was like the whole world lit up. +In St. Petersburg they used to say there was twenty or thirty thousand +people in St. Louis, but I never believed it till I see that wonderful +spread of lights at two o'clock that still night. There warn't a sound +there; everybody was asleep. + +Every night now I used to slip ashore towards ten o'clock at some little +village, and buy ten or fifteen cents' worth of meal or bacon or other +stuff to eat; and sometimes I lifted a chicken that warn't roosting +comfortable, and took him along. Pap always said, take a chicken when +you get a chance, because if you don't want him yourself you can easy +find somebody that does, and a good deed ain't ever forgot. I never see +pap when he didn't want the chicken himself, but that is what he used to +say, anyway. + +Mornings before daylight I slipped into cornfields and borrowed a +watermelon, or a mushmelon, or a punkin, or some new corn, or things of +that kind. Pap always said it warn't no harm to borrow things if you was +meaning to pay them back some time; but the widow said it warn't anything +but a soft name for stealing, and no decent body would do it. Jim said +he reckoned the widow was partly right and pap was partly right; so the +best way would be for us to pick out two or three things from the list +and say we wouldn't borrow them any more--then he reckoned it wouldn't be +no harm to borrow the others. So we talked it over all one night, +drifting along down the river, trying to make up our minds whether to +drop the watermelons, or the cantelopes, or the mushmelons, or what. But +towards daylight we got it all settled satisfactory, and concluded to +drop crabapples and p'simmons. We warn't feeling just right before that, +but it was all comfortable now. I was glad the way it come out, too, +because crabapples ain't ever good, and the p'simmons wouldn't be ripe +for two or three months yet. + +We shot a water-fowl now and then that got up too early in the morning or +didn't go to bed early enough in the evening. Take it all round, we +lived pretty high. + +The fifth night below St. Louis we had a big storm after midnight, with a +power of thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in a solid +sheet. We stayed in the wigwam and let the raft take care of itself. +When the lightning glared out we could see a big straight river ahead, +and high, rocky bluffs on both sides. By and by says I, "Hel-LO, Jim, +looky yonder!" It was a steamboat that had killed herself on a rock. We +was drifting straight down for her. The lightning showed her very +distinct. She was leaning over, with part of her upper deck above water, +and you could see every little chimbly-guy clean and clear, and a chair +by the big bell, with an old slouch hat hanging on the back of it, when +the flashes come. + +Well, it being away in the night and stormy, and all so mysterious-like, +I felt just the way any other boy would a felt when I see that wreck +laying there so mournful and lonesome in the middle of the river. I +wanted to get aboard of her and slink around a little, and see what there +was there. So I says: + +"Le's land on her, Jim." + +But Jim was dead against it at first. He says: + +"I doan' want to go fool'n 'long er no wrack. We's doin' blame' well, en +we better let blame' well alone, as de good book says. Like as not dey's +a watchman on dat wrack." + +"Watchman your grandmother," I says; "there ain't nothing to watch but +the texas and the pilot-house; and do you reckon anybody's going to resk +his life for a texas and a pilot-house such a night as this, when it's +likely to break up and wash off down the river any minute?" Jim couldn't +say nothing to that, so he didn't try. "And besides," I says, "we might +borrow something worth having out of the captain's stateroom. Seegars, I +bet you--and cost five cents apiece, solid cash. Steamboat captains is +always rich, and get sixty dollars a month, and THEY don't care a cent +what a thing costs, you know, long as they want it. Stick a candle in +your pocket; I can't rest, Jim, till we give her a rummaging. Do you +reckon Tom Sawyer would ever go by this thing? Not for pie, he wouldn't. +He'd call it an adventure--that's what he'd call it; and he'd land on +that wreck if it was his last act. And wouldn't he throw style into it? +--wouldn't he spread himself, nor nothing? Why, you'd think it was +Christopher C'lumbus discovering Kingdom-Come. I wish Tom Sawyer WAS +here." + +Jim he grumbled a little, but give in. He said we mustn't talk any more +than we could help, and then talk mighty low. The lightning showed us +the wreck again just in time, and we fetched the stabboard derrick, and +made fast there. + +The deck was high out here. We went sneaking down the slope of it to +labboard, in the dark, towards the texas, feeling our way slow with our +feet, and spreading our hands out to fend off the guys, for it was so +dark we couldn't see no sign of them. Pretty soon we struck the forward +end of the skylight, and clumb on to it; and the next step fetched us in +front of the captain's door, which was open, and by Jimminy, away down +through the texas-hall we see a light! and all in the same second we seem +to hear low voices in yonder! + +Jim whispered and said he was feeling powerful sick, and told me to come +along. I says, all right, and was going to start for the raft; but just +then I heard a voice wail out and say: + +"Oh, please don't, boys; I swear I won't ever tell!" + +Another voice said, pretty loud: + +"It's a lie, Jim Turner. You've acted this way before. You always want +more'n your share of the truck, and you've always got it, too, because +you've swore 't if you didn't you'd tell. But this time you've said it +jest one time too many. You're the meanest, treacherousest hound in this +country." + +By this time Jim was gone for the raft. I was just a-biling with +curiosity; and I says to myself, Tom Sawyer wouldn't back out now, and so +I won't either; I'm a-going to see what's going on here. So I dropped on +my hands and knees in the little passage, and crept aft in the dark till +there warn't but one stateroom betwixt me and the cross-hall of the +texas. Then in there I see a man stretched on the floor and tied hand +and foot, and two men standing over him, and one of them had a dim +lantern in his hand, and the other one had a pistol. This one kept +pointing the pistol at the man's head on the floor, and saying: + +"I'd LIKE to! And I orter, too--a mean skunk!" + +The man on the floor would shrivel up and say, "Oh, please don't, Bill; I +hain't ever goin' to tell." + +And every time he said that the man with the lantern would laugh and say: + +"'Deed you AIN'T! You never said no truer thing 'n that, you bet you." +And once he said: "Hear him beg! and yit if we hadn't got the best of +him and tied him he'd a killed us both. And what FOR? Jist for noth'n. +Jist because we stood on our RIGHTS--that's what for. But I lay you +ain't a-goin' to threaten nobody any more, Jim Turner. Put UP that +pistol, Bill." + +Bill says: + +"I don't want to, Jake Packard. I'm for killin' him--and didn't he kill +old Hatfield jist the same way--and don't he deserve it?" + +"But I don't WANT him killed, and I've got my reasons for it." + +"Bless yo' heart for them words, Jake Packard! I'll never forgit you +long's I live!" says the man on the floor, sort of blubbering. + +Packard didn't take no notice of that, but hung up his lantern on a nail +and started towards where I was there in the dark, and motioned Bill to +come. I crawfished as fast as I could about two yards, but the boat +slanted so that I couldn't make very good time; so to keep from getting +run over and catched I crawled into a stateroom on the upper side. The +man came a-pawing along in the dark, and when Packard got to my +stateroom, he says: + +"Here--come in here." + +And in he come, and Bill after him. But before they got in I was up in +the upper berth, cornered, and sorry I come. Then they stood there, with +their hands on the ledge of the berth, and talked. I couldn't see them, +but I could tell where they was by the whisky they'd been having. I was +glad I didn't drink whisky; but it wouldn't made much difference anyway, +because most of the time they couldn't a treed me because I didn't +breathe. I was too scared. And, besides, a body COULDN'T breathe and +hear such talk. They talked low and earnest. Bill wanted to kill +Turner. He says: + +"He's said he'll tell, and he will. If we was to give both our shares to +him NOW it wouldn't make no difference after the row and the way we've +served him. Shore's you're born, he'll turn State's evidence; now you +hear ME. I'm for putting him out of his troubles." + +"So'm I," says Packard, very quiet. + +"Blame it, I'd sorter begun to think you wasn't. Well, then, that's all +right. Le's go and do it." + +"Hold on a minute; I hain't had my say yit. You listen to me. +Shooting's good, but there's quieter ways if the thing's GOT to be done. +But what I say is this: it ain't good sense to go court'n around after a +halter if you can git at what you're up to in some way that's jist as +good and at the same time don't bring you into no resks. Ain't that so?" + +"You bet it is. But how you goin' to manage it this time?" + +"Well, my idea is this: we'll rustle around and gather up whatever +pickins we've overlooked in the staterooms, and shove for shore and hide +the truck. Then we'll wait. Now I say it ain't a-goin' to be more'n two +hours befo' this wrack breaks up and washes off down the river. See? +He'll be drownded, and won't have nobody to blame for it but his own +self. I reckon that's a considerble sight better 'n killin' of him. I'm +unfavorable to killin' a man as long as you can git aroun' it; it ain't +good sense, it ain't good morals. Ain't I right?" + +"Yes, I reck'n you are. But s'pose she DON'T break up and wash off?" + +"Well, we can wait the two hours anyway and see, can't we?" + +"All right, then; come along." + +So they started, and I lit out, all in a cold sweat, and scrambled +forward. It was dark as pitch there; but I said, in a kind of a coarse +whisper, "Jim !" and he answered up, right at my elbow, with a sort of a +moan, and I says: + +"Quick, Jim, it ain't no time for fooling around and moaning; there's a +gang of murderers in yonder, and if we don't hunt up their boat and set +her drifting down the river so these fellows can't get away from the +wreck there's one of 'em going to be in a bad fix. But if we find their +boat we can put ALL of 'em in a bad fix--for the sheriff 'll get 'em. +Quick--hurry! I'll hunt the labboard side, you hunt the stabboard. +You start at the raft, and--" + +"Oh, my lordy, lordy! RAF'? Dey ain' no raf' no mo'; she done broke +loose en gone I--en here we is!" + + + + +CHAPTER XIII. + +WELL, I catched my breath and most fainted. Shut up on a wreck with such +a gang as that! But it warn't no time to be sentimentering. We'd GOT to +find that boat now--had to have it for ourselves. So we went a-quaking +and shaking down the stabboard side, and slow work it was, too--seemed a +week before we got to the stern. No sign of a boat. Jim said he didn't +believe he could go any further--so scared he hadn't hardly any strength +left, he said. But I said, come on, if we get left on this wreck we are +in a fix, sure. So on we prowled again. We struck for the stern of the +texas, and found it, and then scrabbled along forwards on the skylight, +hanging on from shutter to shutter, for the edge of the skylight was in +the water. When we got pretty close to the cross-hall door there was the +skiff, sure enough! I could just barely see her. I felt ever so +thankful. In another second I would a been aboard of her, but just then +the door opened. One of the men stuck his head out only about a couple +of foot from me, and I thought I was gone; but he jerked it in again, and +says: + +"Heave that blame lantern out o' sight, Bill!" + +He flung a bag of something into the boat, and then got in himself and +set down. It was Packard. Then Bill HE come out and got in. Packard +says, in a low voice: + +"All ready--shove off!" + +I couldn't hardly hang on to the shutters, I was so weak. But Bill says: + +"Hold on--'d you go through him?" + +"No. Didn't you?" + +"No. So he's got his share o' the cash yet." + +"Well, then, come along; no use to take truck and leave money." + +"Say, won't he suspicion what we're up to?" + +"Maybe he won't. But we got to have it anyway. Come along." + +So they got out and went in. + +The door slammed to because it was on the careened side; and in a half +second I was in the boat, and Jim come tumbling after me. I out with my +knife and cut the rope, and away we went! + +We didn't touch an oar, and we didn't speak nor whisper, nor hardly even +breathe. We went gliding swift along, dead silent, past the tip of the +paddle-box, and past the stern; then in a second or two more we was a +hundred yards below the wreck, and the darkness soaked her up, every last +sign of her, and we was safe, and knowed it. + +When we was three or four hundred yards down-stream we see the lantern +show like a little spark at the texas door for a second, and we knowed by +that that the rascals had missed their boat, and was beginning to +understand that they was in just as much trouble now as Jim Turner was. + +Then Jim manned the oars, and we took out after our raft. Now was the +first time that I begun to worry about the men--I reckon I hadn't had +time to before. I begun to think how dreadful it was, even for +murderers, to be in such a fix. I says to myself, there ain't no telling +but I might come to be a murderer myself yet, and then how would I like +it? So says I to Jim: + +"The first light we see we'll land a hundred yards below it or above it, +in a place where it's a good hiding-place for you and the skiff, and then +I'll go and fix up some kind of a yarn, and get somebody to go for that +gang and get them out of their scrape, so they can be hung when their +time comes." + +But that idea was a failure; for pretty soon it begun to storm again, and +this time worse than ever. The rain poured down, and never a light +showed; everybody in bed, I reckon. We boomed along down the river, +watching for lights and watching for our raft. After a long time the +rain let up, but the clouds stayed, and the lightning kept whimpering, +and by and by a flash showed us a black thing ahead, floating, and we +made for it. + +It was the raft, and mighty glad was we to get aboard of it again. We +seen a light now away down to the right, on shore. So I said I would go +for it. The skiff was half full of plunder which that gang had stole +there on the wreck. We hustled it on to the raft in a pile, and I told +Jim to float along down, and show a light when he judged he had gone +about two mile, and keep it burning till I come; then I manned my oars +and shoved for the light. As I got down towards it three or four more +showed--up on a hillside. It was a village. I closed in above the shore +light, and laid on my oars and floated. As I went by I see it was a +lantern hanging on the jackstaff of a double-hull ferryboat. I skimmed +around for the watchman, a-wondering whereabouts he slept; and by and by +I found him roosting on the bitts forward, with his head down between his +knees. I gave his shoulder two or three little shoves, and begun to cry. + +He stirred up in a kind of a startlish way; but when he see it was only +me he took a good gap and stretch, and then he says: + +"Hello, what's up? Don't cry, bub. What's the trouble?" + +I says: + +"Pap, and mam, and sis, and--" + +Then I broke down. He says: + +"Oh, dang it now, DON'T take on so; we all has to have our troubles, and +this 'n 'll come out all right. What's the matter with 'em?" + +"They're--they're--are you the watchman of the boat?" + +"Yes," he says, kind of pretty-well-satisfied like. "I'm the captain and +the owner and the mate and the pilot and watchman and head deck-hand; and +sometimes I'm the freight and passengers. I ain't as rich as old Jim +Hornback, and I can't be so blame' generous and good to Tom, Dick, and +Harry as what he is, and slam around money the way he does; but I've told +him a many a time 't I wouldn't trade places with him; for, says I, a +sailor's life's the life for me, and I'm derned if I'D live two mile out +o' town, where there ain't nothing ever goin' on, not for all his +spondulicks and as much more on top of it. Says I--" + +I broke in and says: + +"They're in an awful peck of trouble, and--" + +"WHO is?" + +"Why, pap and mam and sis and Miss Hooker; and if you'd take your +ferryboat and go up there--" + +"Up where? Where are they?" + +"On the wreck." + +"What wreck?" + +"Why, there ain't but one." + +"What, you don't mean the Walter Scott?" + +"Yes." + +"Good land! what are they doin' THERE, for gracious sakes?" + +"Well, they didn't go there a-purpose." + +"I bet they didn't! Why, great goodness, there ain't no chance for 'em +if they don't git off mighty quick! Why, how in the nation did they ever +git into such a scrape?" + +"Easy enough. Miss Hooker was a-visiting up there to the town--" + +"Yes, Booth's Landing--go on." + +"She was a-visiting there at Booth's Landing, and just in the edge of the +evening she started over with her nigger woman in the horse-ferry to stay +all night at her friend's house, Miss What-you-may-call-her I disremember +her name--and they lost their steering-oar, and swung around and went +a-floating down, stern first, about two mile, and saddle-baggsed on the +wreck, and the ferryman and the nigger woman and the horses was all lost, +but Miss Hooker she made a grab and got aboard the wreck. Well, about an +hour after dark we come along down in our trading-scow, and it was so +dark we didn't notice the wreck till we was right on it; and so WE +saddle-baggsed; but all of us was saved but Bill Whipple--and oh, he WAS +the best cretur !--I most wish 't it had been me, I do." + +"My George! It's the beatenest thing I ever struck. And THEN what did +you all do?" + +"Well, we hollered and took on, but it's so wide there we couldn't make +nobody hear. So pap said somebody got to get ashore and get help +somehow. I was the only one that could swim, so I made a dash for it, and +Miss Hooker she said if I didn't strike help sooner, come here and hunt +up her uncle, and he'd fix the thing. I made the land about a mile +below, and been fooling along ever since, trying to get people to do +something, but they said, 'What, in such a night and such a current? +There ain't no sense in it; go for the steam ferry.' Now if you'll go +and--" + +"By Jackson, I'd LIKE to, and, blame it, I don't know but I will; but who +in the dingnation's a-going' to PAY for it? Do you reckon your pap--" + +"Why THAT'S all right. Miss Hooker she tole me, PARTICULAR, that her +uncle Hornback--" + +"Great guns! is HE her uncle? Looky here, you break for that light over +yonder-way, and turn out west when you git there, and about a quarter of +a mile out you'll come to the tavern; tell 'em to dart you out to Jim +Hornback's, and he'll foot the bill. And don't you fool around any, +because he'll want to know the news. Tell him I'll have his niece all +safe before he can get to town. Hump yourself, now; I'm a-going up +around the corner here to roust out my engineer." + +I struck for the light, but as soon as he turned the corner I went back +and got into my skiff and bailed her out, and then pulled up shore in the +easy water about six hundred yards, and tucked myself in among some +woodboats; for I couldn't rest easy till I could see the ferryboat start. +But take it all around, I was feeling ruther comfortable on accounts of +taking all this trouble for that gang, for not many would a done it. I +wished the widow knowed about it. I judged she would be proud of me for +helping these rapscallions, because rapscallions and dead beats is the +kind the widow and good people takes the most interest in. + +Well, before long here comes the wreck, dim and dusky, sliding along +down! A kind of cold shiver went through me, and then I struck out for +her. She was very deep, and I see in a minute there warn't much chance +for anybody being alive in her. I pulled all around her and hollered a +little, but there wasn't any answer; all dead still. I felt a little bit +heavy-hearted about the gang, but not much, for I reckoned if they could +stand it I could. + +Then here comes the ferryboat; so I shoved for the middle of the river on +a long down-stream slant; and when I judged I was out of eye-reach I laid +on my oars, and looked back and see her go and smell around the wreck for +Miss Hooker's remainders, because the captain would know her uncle +Hornback would want them; and then pretty soon the ferryboat give it up +and went for the shore, and I laid into my work and went a-booming down +the river. + +It did seem a powerful long time before Jim's light showed up; and when +it did show it looked like it was a thousand mile off. By the time I got +there the sky was beginning to get a little gray in the east; so we +struck for an island, and hid the raft, and sunk the skiff, and turned in +and slept like dead people. + + + + +CHAPTER XIV. + +BY and by, when we got up, we turned over the truck the gang had stole +off of the wreck, and found boots, and blankets, and clothes, and all +sorts of other things, and a lot of books, and a spyglass, and three +boxes of seegars. We hadn't ever been this rich before in neither of our +lives. The seegars was prime. We laid off all the afternoon in the +woods talking, and me reading the books, and having a general good time. +I told Jim all about what happened inside the wreck and at the ferryboat, +and I said these kinds of things was adventures; but he said he didn't +want no more adventures. He said that when I went in the texas and he +crawled back to get on the raft and found her gone he nearly died, +because he judged it was all up with HIM anyway it could be fixed; for if +he didn't get saved he would get drownded; and if he did get saved, +whoever saved him would send him back home so as to get the reward, and +then Miss Watson would sell him South, sure. Well, he was right; he was +most always right; he had an uncommon level head for a nigger. + +I read considerable to Jim about kings and dukes and earls and such, and +how gaudy they dressed, and how much style they put on, and called each +other your majesty, and your grace, and your lordship, and so on, 'stead +of mister; and Jim's eyes bugged out, and he was interested. He says: + +"I didn' know dey was so many un um. I hain't hearn 'bout none un um, +skasely, but ole King Sollermun, onless you counts dem kings dat's in a +pack er k'yards. How much do a king git?" + +"Get?" I says; "why, they get a thousand dollars a month if they want +it; they can have just as much as they want; everything belongs to them." + +"AIN' dat gay? En what dey got to do, Huck?" + +"THEY don't do nothing! Why, how you talk! They just set around." + +"No; is dat so?" + +"Of course it is. They just set around--except, maybe, when there's a +war; then they go to the war. But other times they just lazy around; or +go hawking--just hawking and sp--Sh!--d' you hear a noise?" + +We skipped out and looked; but it warn't nothing but the flutter of a +steamboat's wheel away down, coming around the point; so we come back. + +"Yes," says I, "and other times, when things is dull, they fuss with the +parlyment; and if everybody don't go just so he whacks their heads off. +But mostly they hang round the harem." + +"Roun' de which?" + +"Harem." + +"What's de harem?" + +"The place where he keeps his wives. Don't you know about the harem? +Solomon had one; he had about a million wives." + +"Why, yes, dat's so; I--I'd done forgot it. A harem's a bo'd'n-house, I +reck'n. Mos' likely dey has rackety times in de nussery. En I reck'n de +wives quarrels considable; en dat 'crease de racket. Yit dey say +Sollermun de wises' man dat ever live'. I doan' take no stock in dat. +Bekase why: would a wise man want to live in de mids' er sich a +blim-blammin' all de time? No--'deed he wouldn't. A wise man 'ud take +en buil' a biler-factry; en den he could shet DOWN de biler-factry when +he want to res'." + +"Well, but he WAS the wisest man, anyway; because the widow she told me +so, her own self." + +"I doan k'yer what de widder say, he WARN'T no wise man nuther. He had +some er de dad-fetchedes' ways I ever see. Does you know 'bout dat chile +dat he 'uz gwyne to chop in two?" + +"Yes, the widow told me all about it." + +"WELL, den! Warn' dat de beatenes' notion in de worl'? You jes' take en +look at it a minute. Dah's de stump, dah--dat's one er de women; heah's +you--dat's de yuther one; I's Sollermun; en dish yer dollar bill's de +chile. Bofe un you claims it. What does I do? Does I shin aroun' +mongs' de neighbors en fine out which un you de bill DO b'long to, en +han' it over to de right one, all safe en soun', de way dat anybody dat +had any gumption would? No; I take en whack de bill in TWO, en give half +un it to you, en de yuther half to de yuther woman. Dat's de way +Sollermun was gwyne to do wid de chile. Now I want to ast you: what's +de use er dat half a bill?--can't buy noth'n wid it. En what use is a +half a chile? I wouldn' give a dern for a million un um." + +"But hang it, Jim, you've clean missed the point--blame it, you've missed +it a thousand mile." + +"Who? Me? Go 'long. Doan' talk to me 'bout yo' pints. I reck'n I +knows sense when I sees it; en dey ain' no sense in sich doin's as dat. +De 'spute warn't 'bout a half a chile, de 'spute was 'bout a whole chile; +en de man dat think he kin settle a 'spute 'bout a whole chile wid a half +a chile doan' know enough to come in out'n de rain. Doan' talk to me +'bout Sollermun, Huck, I knows him by de back." + +"But I tell you you don't get the point." + +"Blame de point! I reck'n I knows what I knows. En mine you, de REAL +pint is down furder--it's down deeper. It lays in de way Sollermun was +raised. You take a man dat's got on'y one or two chillen; is dat man +gwyne to be waseful o' chillen? No, he ain't; he can't 'ford it. HE +know how to value 'em. But you take a man dat's got 'bout five million +chillen runnin' roun' de house, en it's diffunt. HE as soon chop a chile +in two as a cat. Dey's plenty mo'. A chile er two, mo' er less, warn't +no consekens to Sollermun, dad fatch him!" + +I never see such a nigger. If he got a notion in his head once, there +warn't no getting it out again. He was the most down on Solomon of any +nigger I ever see. So I went to talking about other kings, and let +Solomon slide. I told about Louis Sixteenth that got his head cut off in +France long time ago; and about his little boy the dolphin, that would a +been a king, but they took and shut him up in jail, and some say he died +there. + +"Po' little chap." + +"But some says he got out and got away, and come to America." + +"Dat's good! But he'll be pooty lonesome--dey ain' no kings here, is +dey, Huck?" + +"No." + +"Den he cain't git no situation. What he gwyne to do?" + +"Well, I don't know. Some of them gets on the police, and some of them +learns people how to talk French." + +"Why, Huck, doan' de French people talk de same way we does?" + +"NO, Jim; you couldn't understand a word they said--not a single word." + +"Well, now, I be ding-busted! How do dat come?" + +"I don't know; but it's so. I got some of their jabber out of a book. +S'pose a man was to come to you and say Polly-voo-franzy--what would you +think?" + +"I wouldn' think nuff'n; I'd take en bust him over de head--dat is, if he +warn't white. I wouldn't 'low no nigger to call me dat." + +"Shucks, it ain't calling you anything. It's only saying, do you know +how to talk French?" + +"Well, den, why couldn't he SAY it?" + +"Why, he IS a-saying it. That's a Frenchman's WAY of saying it." + +"Well, it's a blame ridicklous way, en I doan' want to hear no mo' 'bout +it. Dey ain' no sense in it." + +"Looky here, Jim; does a cat talk like we do?" + +"No, a cat don't." + +"Well, does a cow?" + +"No, a cow don't, nuther." + +"Does a cat talk like a cow, or a cow talk like a cat?" + +"No, dey don't." + +"It's natural and right for 'em to talk different from each other, ain't +it?" + +"Course." + +"And ain't it natural and right for a cat and a cow to talk different +from US?" + +"Why, mos' sholy it is." + +"Well, then, why ain't it natural and right for a FRENCHMAN to talk +different from us? You answer me that." + +"Is a cat a man, Huck?" + +"No." + +"Well, den, dey ain't no sense in a cat talkin' like a man. Is a cow a +man?--er is a cow a cat?" + +"No, she ain't either of them." + +"Well, den, she ain't got no business to talk like either one er the +yuther of 'em. Is a Frenchman a man?" + +"Yes." + +"WELL, den! Dad blame it, why doan' he TALK like a man? You answer me +DAT!" + +I see it warn't no use wasting words--you can't learn a nigger to argue. +So I quit. + + + + +CHAPTER XV. + +WE judged that three nights more would fetch us to Cairo, at the bottom +of Illinois, where the Ohio River comes in, and that was what we was +after. We would sell the raft and get on a steamboat and go way up the +Ohio amongst the free States, and then be out of trouble. + +Well, the second night a fog begun to come on, and we made for a towhead +to tie to, for it wouldn't do to try to run in a fog; but when I paddled +ahead in the canoe, with the line to make fast, there warn't anything but +little saplings to tie to. I passed the line around one of them right on +the edge of the cut bank, but there was a stiff current, and the raft +come booming down so lively she tore it out by the roots and away she +went. I see the fog closing down, and it made me so sick and scared I +couldn't budge for most a half a minute it seemed to me--and then there +warn't no raft in sight; you couldn't see twenty yards. I jumped into +the canoe and run back to the stern, and grabbed the paddle and set her +back a stroke. But she didn't come. I was in such a hurry I hadn't +untied her. I got up and tried to untie her, but I was so excited my +hands shook so I couldn't hardly do anything with them. + +As soon as I got started I took out after the raft, hot and heavy, right +down the towhead. That was all right as far as it went, but the towhead +warn't sixty yards long, and the minute I flew by the foot of it I shot +out into the solid white fog, and hadn't no more idea which way I was +going than a dead man. + +Thinks I, it won't do to paddle; first I know I'll run into the bank or a +towhead or something; I got to set still and float, and yet it's mighty +fidgety business to have to hold your hands still at such a time. I +whooped and listened. Away down there somewheres I hears a small whoop, +and up comes my spirits. I went tearing after it, listening sharp to +hear it again. The next time it come I see I warn't heading for it, but +heading away to the right of it. And the next time I was heading away to +the left of it--and not gaining on it much either, for I was flying +around, this way and that and t'other, but it was going straight ahead +all the time. + +I did wish the fool would think to beat a tin pan, and beat it all the +time, but he never did, and it was the still places between the whoops +that was making the trouble for me. Well, I fought along, and directly I +hears the whoop BEHIND me. I was tangled good now. That was somebody +else's whoop, or else I was turned around. + +I throwed the paddle down. I heard the whoop again; it was behind me +yet, but in a different place; it kept coming, and kept changing its +place, and I kept answering, till by and by it was in front of me again, +and I knowed the current had swung the canoe's head down-stream, and I +was all right if that was Jim and not some other raftsman hollering. I +couldn't tell nothing about voices in a fog, for nothing don't look +natural nor sound natural in a fog. + +The whooping went on, and in about a minute I come a-booming down on a +cut bank with smoky ghosts of big trees on it, and the current throwed me +off to the left and shot by, amongst a lot of snags that fairly roared, +the currrent was tearing by them so swift. + +In another second or two it was solid white and still again. I set +perfectly still then, listening to my heart thump, and I reckon I didn't +draw a breath while it thumped a hundred. + +I just give up then. I knowed what the matter was. That cut bank was an +island, and Jim had gone down t'other side of it. It warn't no towhead +that you could float by in ten minutes. It had the big timber of a +regular island; it might be five or six miles long and more than half a +mile wide. + +I kept quiet, with my ears cocked, about fifteen minutes, I reckon. I +was floating along, of course, four or five miles an hour; but you don't +ever think of that. No, you FEEL like you are laying dead still on the +water; and if a little glimpse of a snag slips by you don't think to +yourself how fast YOU'RE going, but you catch your breath and think, my! +how that snag's tearing along. If you think it ain't dismal and lonesome +out in a fog that way by yourself in the night, you try it once--you'll +see. + +Next, for about a half an hour, I whoops now and then; at last I hears +the answer a long ways off, and tries to follow it, but I couldn't do it, +and directly I judged I'd got into a nest of towheads, for I had little +dim glimpses of them on both sides of me--sometimes just a narrow channel +between, and some that I couldn't see I knowed was there because I'd hear +the wash of the current against the old dead brush and trash that hung +over the banks. Well, I warn't long loosing the whoops down amongst the +towheads; and I only tried to chase them a little while, anyway, because +it was worse than chasing a Jack-o'-lantern. You never knowed a sound +dodge around so, and swap places so quick and so much. + +I had to claw away from the bank pretty lively four or five times, to +keep from knocking the islands out of the river; and so I judged the raft +must be butting into the bank every now and then, or else it would get +further ahead and clear out of hearing--it was floating a little faster +than what I was. + +Well, I seemed to be in the open river again by and by, but I couldn't +hear no sign of a whoop nowheres. I reckoned Jim had fetched up on a +snag, maybe, and it was all up with him. I was good and tired, so I laid +down in the canoe and said I wouldn't bother no more. I didn't want to +go to sleep, of course; but I was so sleepy I couldn't help it; so I +thought I would take jest one little cat-nap. + +But I reckon it was more than a cat-nap, for when I waked up the stars +was shining bright, the fog was all gone, and I was spinning down a big +bend stern first. First I didn't know where I was; I thought I was +dreaming; and when things began to come back to me they seemed to come up +dim out of last week. + +It was a monstrous big river here, with the tallest and the thickest kind +of timber on both banks; just a solid wall, as well as I could see by the +stars. I looked away down-stream, and seen a black speck on the water. +I took after it; but when I got to it it warn't nothing but a couple of +sawlogs made fast together. Then I see another speck, and chased that; +then another, and this time I was right. It was the raft. + +When I got to it Jim was setting there with his head down between his +knees, asleep, with his right arm hanging over the steering-oar. The +other oar was smashed off, and the raft was littered up with leaves and +branches and dirt. So she'd had a rough time. + +I made fast and laid down under Jim's nose on the raft, and began to gap, +and stretch my fists out against Jim, and says: + +"Hello, Jim, have I been asleep? Why didn't you stir me up?" + +"Goodness gracious, is dat you, Huck? En you ain' dead--you ain' +drownded--you's back agin? It's too good for true, honey, it's too +good for true. Lemme look at you chile, lemme feel o' you. No, you ain' +dead! you's back agin, 'live en soun', jis de same ole Huck--de same ole +Huck, thanks to goodness!" + +"What's the matter with you, Jim? You been a-drinking?" + +"Drinkin'? Has I ben a-drinkin'? Has I had a chance to be a-drinkin'?" + +"Well, then, what makes you talk so wild?" + +"How does I talk wild?" + +"HOW? Why, hain't you been talking about my coming back, and all that +stuff, as if I'd been gone away?" + +"Huck--Huck Finn, you look me in de eye; look me in de eye. HAIN'T you +ben gone away?" + +"Gone away? Why, what in the nation do you mean? I hain't been gone +anywheres. Where would I go to?" + +"Well, looky here, boss, dey's sumf'n wrong, dey is. Is I ME, or who IS +I? Is I heah, or whah IS I? Now dat's what I wants to know." + +"Well, I think you're here, plain enough, but I think you're a +tangle-headed old fool, Jim." + +"I is, is I? Well, you answer me dis: Didn't you tote out de line in de +canoe fer to make fas' to de tow-head?" + +"No, I didn't. What tow-head? I hain't see no tow-head." + +"You hain't seen no towhead? Looky here, didn't de line pull loose en de +raf' go a-hummin' down de river, en leave you en de canoe behine in de +fog?" + +"What fog?" + +"Why, de fog!--de fog dat's been aroun' all night. En didn't you whoop, +en didn't I whoop, tell we got mix' up in de islands en one un us got +los' en t'other one was jis' as good as los', 'kase he didn' know whah he +wuz? En didn't I bust up agin a lot er dem islands en have a turrible +time en mos' git drownded? Now ain' dat so, boss--ain't it so? You +answer me dat." + +"Well, this is too many for me, Jim. I hain't seen no fog, nor no +islands, nor no troubles, nor nothing. I been setting here talking with +you all night till you went to sleep about ten minutes ago, and I reckon +I done the same. You couldn't a got drunk in that time, so of course +you've been dreaming." + +"Dad fetch it, how is I gwyne to dream all dat in ten minutes?" + +"Well, hang it all, you did dream it, because there didn't any of it +happen." + +"But, Huck, it's all jis' as plain to me as--" + +"It don't make no difference how plain it is; there ain't nothing in it. +I know, because I've been here all the time." + +Jim didn't say nothing for about five minutes, but set there studying +over it. Then he says: + +"Well, den, I reck'n I did dream it, Huck; but dog my cats ef it ain't de +powerfullest dream I ever see. En I hain't ever had no dream b'fo' dat's +tired me like dis one." + +"Oh, well, that's all right, because a dream does tire a body like +everything sometimes. But this one was a staving dream; tell me all +about it, Jim." + +So Jim went to work and told me the whole thing right through, just as it +happened, only he painted it up considerable. Then he said he must start +in and "'terpret" it, because it was sent for a warning. He said the +first towhead stood for a man that would try to do us some good, but the +current was another man that would get us away from him. The whoops was +warnings that would come to us every now and then, and if we didn't try +hard to make out to understand them they'd just take us into bad luck, +'stead of keeping us out of it. The lot of towheads was troubles we was +going to get into with quarrelsome people and all kinds of mean folks, +but if we minded our business and didn't talk back and aggravate them, we +would pull through and get out of the fog and into the big clear river, +which was the free States, and wouldn't have no more trouble. + +It had clouded up pretty dark just after I got on to the raft, but it was +clearing up again now. + +"Oh, well, that's all interpreted well enough as far as it goes, Jim," I +says; "but what does THESE things stand for?" + +It was the leaves and rubbish on the raft and the smashed oar. You could +see them first-rate now. + +Jim looked at the trash, and then looked at me, and back at the trash +again. He had got the dream fixed so strong in his head that he couldn't +seem to shake it loose and get the facts back into its place again right +away. But when he did get the thing straightened around he looked at me +steady without ever smiling, and says: + +"What do dey stan' for? I'se gwyne to tell you. When I got all wore out +wid work, en wid de callin' for you, en went to sleep, my heart wuz mos' +broke bekase you wuz los', en I didn' k'yer no' mo' what become er me en +de raf'. En when I wake up en fine you back agin, all safe en soun', de +tears come, en I could a got down on my knees en kiss yo' foot, I's so +thankful. En all you wuz thinkin' 'bout wuz how you could make a fool uv +ole Jim wid a lie. Dat truck dah is TRASH; en trash is what people is +dat puts dirt on de head er dey fren's en makes 'em ashamed." + +Then he got up slow and walked to the wigwam, and went in there without +saying anything but that. But that was enough. It made me feel so mean +I could almost kissed HIS foot to get him to take it back. + +It was fifteen minutes before I could work myself up to go and humble +myself to a nigger; but I done it, and I warn't ever sorry for it +afterwards, neither. I didn't do him no more mean tricks, and I wouldn't +done that one if I'd a knowed it would make him feel that way. + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Part 3 +by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY *** + +***** This file should be named 7102.txt or 7102.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/7/1/0/7102/ + +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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