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Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 200 | CHAPTER VIII. | “It’s good daylight. Le’s get breakfast. Make up your camp fire good.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 201 | CHAPTER VIII. | “What’s de use er makin’ up de camp fire to cook strawbries en sich truck? But you got a gun, hain’t you? Den we kin git sumfn better den strawbries.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 202 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Strawberries and such truck,” I says. “Is that what you live on?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 203 | CHAPTER VIII. | “I couldn’ git nuffn else,” he says. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 204 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Why, how long you been on the island, Jim?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 205 | CHAPTER VIII. | “I come heah de night arter you’s killed.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 206 | CHAPTER VIII. | “What, all that time?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 207 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Yes—indeedy.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 208 | CHAPTER VIII. | “And ain’t you had nothing but that kind of rubbage to eat?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 209 | CHAPTER VIII. | “No, sah—nuffn else.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 210 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Well, you must be most starved, ain’t you?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 211 | CHAPTER VIII. | “I reck’n I could eat a hoss. I think I could. How long you ben on de islan’?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 212 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Since the night I got killed.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 213 | CHAPTER VIII. | “No! W’y, what has you lived on? But you got a gun. Oh, yes, you got a gun. Dat’s good. Now you kill sumfn en I’ll make up de fire.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 214 | CHAPTER VIII. | So we went over to where the canoe was, and while he built a fire in a grassy open place amongst the trees, I fetched meal and bacon and coffee, and coffee-pot and frying-pan, and sugar and tin cups, and the nigger was set back considerable, because he reckoned it was all done with witchcraft. I catched a good big catfish, too, and Jim cleaned him with his knife, and fried him. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 215 | CHAPTER VIII. | When breakfast was ready we lolled on the grass and eat it smoking hot. Jim laid it in with all his might, for he was most about starved. Then when we had got pretty well stuffed, we laid off and lazied. By-and-by Jim says: |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 216 | CHAPTER VIII. | “But looky here, Huck, who wuz it dat ’uz killed in dat shanty ef it warn’t you?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 217 | CHAPTER VIII. | Then I told him the whole thing, and he said it was smart. He said Tom Sawyer couldn’t get up no better plan than what I had. Then I says: |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 218 | CHAPTER VIII. | “How do you come to be here, Jim, and how’d you get here?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 219 | CHAPTER VIII. | He looked pretty uneasy, and didn’t say nothing for a minute. Then he says: |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 220 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Maybe I better not tell.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 221 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Why, Jim?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 222 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Well, dey’s reasons. But you wouldn’ tell on me ef I uz to tell you, would you, Huck?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 223 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Blamed if I would, Jim.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 224 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Well, I b’lieve you, Huck. I—I run off.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 225 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Jim!” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 226 | CHAPTER VIII. | “But mind, you said you wouldn’ tell—you know you said you wouldn’ tell, Huck.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 227 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Well, I did. I said I wouldn’t, and I’ll stick to it. Honest injun, I will. People would call me a low-down Abolitionist and despise me for keeping mum—but that don’t make no difference. I ain’t a-going to tell, and I ain’t a-going back there, anyways. So, now, le’s know all about it.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 228 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Well, you see, it ’uz dis way. Ole missus—dat’s Miss Watson—she pecks on me all de time, en treats me pooty rough, but she awluz said she wouldn’ sell me down to Orleans. But I noticed dey wuz a nigger trader roun’ de place considable lately, en I begin to git oneasy. Well, one night I creeps to de do’ pooty late, en de do’ warn’t quite shet, en I hear old missus tell de widder she gwyne to sell me down to Orleans, but she didn’ want to, but she could git eight hund’d dollars for me, en it ’uz sich a big stack o’ money she couldn’ resis’. De widder she try to git her to say she wouldn’ do it, but I never waited to hear de res’. I lit out mighty quick, I tell you. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 229 | CHAPTER VIII. | “I tuck out en shin down de hill, en ’spec to steal a skift ’long de sho’ som’ers ’bove de town, but dey wuz people a-stirring yit, so I hid in de ole tumble-down cooper-shop on de bank to wait for everybody to go ’way. Well, I wuz dah all night. Dey wuz somebody roun’ all de time. ’Long ’bout six in de mawnin’ skifts begin to go by, en ’bout eight er nine every skift dat went ’long wuz talkin’ ’bout how yo’ pap come over to de town en say you’s killed. Dese las’ skifts wuz full o’ ladies en genlmen a-goin’ over for to see de place. Sometimes dey’d pull up at de sho’ en take a res’ b’fo’ dey started acrost, so by de talk I got to know all ’bout de killin’. I ’uz powerful sorry you’s killed, Huck, but I ain’t no mo’ now. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 230 | CHAPTER VIII. | “I laid dah under de shavin’s all day. I ’uz hungry, but I warn’t afeard; bekase I knowed ole missus en de widder wuz goin’ to start to de camp-meet’n’ right arter breakfas’ en be gone all day, en dey knows I goes off wid de cattle ’bout daylight, so dey wouldn’ ’spec to see me roun’ de place, en so dey wouldn’ miss me tell arter dark in de evenin’. De yuther servants wouldn’ miss me, kase dey’d shin out en take holiday soon as de ole folks ’uz out’n de way. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 231 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Well, when it come dark I tuck out up de river road, en went ’bout two mile er more to whah dey warn’t no houses. I’d made up my mine ’bout what I’s agwyne to do. You see, ef I kep’ on tryin’ to git away afoot, de dogs ’ud track me; ef I stole a skift to cross over, dey’d miss dat skift, you see, en dey’d know ’bout whah I’d lan’ on de yuther side, en whah to pick up my track. So I says, a raff is what I’s arter; it doan’ make no track. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 232 | CHAPTER VIII. | “I see a light a-comin’ roun’ de p’int bymeby, so I wade’ in en shove’ a log ahead o’ me en swum more’n half way acrost de river, en got in ’mongst de drift-wood, en kep’ my head down low, en kinder swum agin de current tell de raff come along. Den I swum to de stern uv it en tuck a-holt. It clouded up en ’uz pooty dark for a little while. So I clumb up en laid down on de planks. De men ’uz all ’way yonder in de middle, whah de lantern wuz. De river wuz a-risin’, en dey wuz a good current; so I reck’n’d ’at by fo’ in de mawnin’ I’d be twenty-five mile down de river, en den I’d slip in jis b’fo’ daylight en swim asho’, en take to de woods on de Illinois side. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 233 | CHAPTER VIII. | “But I didn’ have no luck. When we ’uz mos’ down to de head er de islan’ a man begin to come aft wid de lantern, I see it warn’t no use fer to wait, so I slid overboard en struck out fer de islan’. Well, I had a notion I could lan’ mos’ anywhers, but I couldn’t—bank too bluff. I ’uz mos’ to de foot er de islan’ b’fo’ I found’ a good place. I went into de woods en jedged I wouldn’ fool wid raffs no mo’, long as dey move de lantern roun’ so. I had my pipe en a plug er dog-leg, en some matches in my cap, en dey warn’t wet, so I ’uz all right.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 234 | CHAPTER VIII. | “And so you ain’t had no meat nor bread to eat all this time? Why didn’t you get mud-turkles?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 235 | CHAPTER VIII. | “How you gwyne to git ’m? You can’t slip up on um en grab um; en how’s a body gwyne to hit um wid a rock? How could a body do it in de night? En I warn’t gwyne to show mysef on de bank in de daytime.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 236 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Well, that’s so. You’ve had to keep in the woods all the time, of course. Did you hear ’em shooting the cannon?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 237 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Oh, yes. I knowed dey was arter you. I see um go by heah—watched um thoo de bushes.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 238 | CHAPTER VIII. | Some young birds come along, flying a yard or two at a time and lighting. Jim said it was a sign it was going to rain. He said it was a sign when young chickens flew that way, and so he reckoned it was the same way when young birds done it. I was going to catch some of them, but Jim wouldn’t let me. He said it was death. He said his father laid mighty sick once, and some of them catched a bird, and his old granny said his father would die, and he did. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 239 | CHAPTER VIII. | And Jim said you mustn’t count the things you are going to cook for dinner, because that would bring bad luck. The same if you shook the table-cloth after sundown. And he said if a man owned a beehive and that man died, the bees must be told about it before sun-up next morning, or else the bees would all weaken down and quit work and die. Jim said bees wouldn’t sting idiots; but I didn’t believe that, because I had tried them lots of times myself, and they wouldn’t sting me. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 240 | CHAPTER VIII. | I had heard about some of these things before, but not all of them. Jim knowed all kinds of signs. He said he knowed most everything. I said it looked to me like all the signs was about bad luck, and so I asked him if there warn’t any good-luck signs. He says: |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 241 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Mighty few—an’ dey ain’t no use to a body. What you want to know when good luck’s a-comin’ for? Want to keep it off?” And he said: “Ef you’s got hairy arms en a hairy breas’, it’s a sign dat you’s agwyne to be rich. Well, dey’s some use in a sign like dat, ’kase it’s so fur ahead. You see, maybe you’s got to be po’ a long time fust, en so you might git discourage’ en kill yo’sef ’f you didn’ know by de sign dat you gwyne to be rich bymeby.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 242 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Have you got hairy arms and a hairy breast, Jim?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 243 | CHAPTER VIII. | “What’s de use to ax dat question? Don’t you see I has?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 244 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Well, are you rich?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 245 | CHAPTER VIII. | “No, but I ben rich wunst, and gwyne to be rich agin. Wunst I had foteen dollars, but I tuck to specalat’n’, en got busted out.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 246 | CHAPTER VIII. | “What did you speculate in, Jim?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 247 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Well, fust I tackled stock.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 248 | CHAPTER VIII. | “What kind of stock?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 249 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Why, live stock—cattle, you know. I put ten dollars in a cow. But I ain’ gwyne to resk no mo’ money in stock. De cow up ’n’ died on my han’s.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 250 | CHAPTER VIII. | “So you lost the ten dollars.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 251 | CHAPTER VIII. | “No, I didn’t lose it all. I on’y los’ ’bout nine of it. I sole de hide en taller for a dollar en ten cents.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 252 | CHAPTER VIII. | “You had five dollars and ten cents left. Did you speculate any more?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 253 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Yes. You know that one-laigged nigger dat b’longs to old Misto Bradish? Well, he sot up a bank, en say anybody dat put in a dollar would git fo’ dollars mo’ at de en’ er de year. Well, all de niggers went in, but dey didn’t have much. I wuz de on’y one dat had much. So I stuck out for mo’ dan fo’ dollars, en I said ’f I didn’ git it I’d start a bank mysef. Well, o’ course dat nigger want’ to keep me out er de business, bekase he says dey warn’t business ’nough for two banks, so he say I could put in my five dollars en he pay me thirty-five at de en’ er de year. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 254 | CHAPTER VIII. | “So I done it. Den I reck’n’d I’d inves’ de thirty-five dollars right off en keep things a-movin’. Dey wuz a nigger name’ Bob, dat had ketched a wood-flat, en his marster didn’ know it; en I bought it off’n him en told him to take de thirty-five dollars when de en’ er de year come; but somebody stole de wood-flat dat night, en nex day de one-laigged nigger say de bank’s busted. So dey didn’ none uv us git no money.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 255 | CHAPTER VIII. | “What did you do with the ten cents, Jim?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 256 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Well, I ’uz gwyne to spen’ it, but I had a dream, en de dream tole me to give it to a nigger name’ Balum—Balum’s Ass dey call him for short; he’s one er dem chuckleheads, you know. But he’s lucky, dey say, en I see I warn’t lucky. De dream say let Balum inves’ de ten cents en he’d make a raise for me. Well, Balum he tuck de money, en when he wuz in church he hear de preacher say dat whoever give to de po’ len’ to de Lord, en boun’ to git his money back a hund’d times. So Balum he tuck en give de ten cents to de po’, en laid low to see what wuz gwyne to come of it.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 257 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Well, what did come of it, Jim?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 258 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Nuffn never come of it. I couldn’ manage to k’leck dat money no way; en Balum he couldn’. I ain’ gwyne to len’ no mo’ money ’dout I see de security. Boun’ to git yo’ money back a hund’d times, de preacher says! Ef I could git de ten cents back, I’d call it squah, en be glad er de chanst.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 259 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Well, it’s all right anyway, Jim, long as you’re going to be rich again some time or other.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 260 | CHAPTER VIII. | “Yes; en I’s rich now, come to look at it. I owns mysef, en I’s wuth eight hund’d dollars. I wisht I had de money, I wouldn’ want no mo’.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 261 | CHAPTER IX. | I wanted to go and look at a place right about the middle of the island that I’d found when I was exploring; so we started and soon got to it, because the island was only three miles long and a quarter of a mile wide. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 262 | CHAPTER IX. | This place was a tolerable long, steep hill or ridge about forty foot high. We had a rough time getting to the top, the sides was so steep and the bushes so thick. We tramped and clumb around all over it, and by-and-by found a good big cavern in the rock, most up to the top on the side towards Illinois. The cavern was as big as two or three rooms bunched together, and Jim could stand up straight in it. It was cool in there. Jim was for putting our traps in there right away, but I said we didn’t want to be climbing up and down there all the time. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 263 | CHAPTER IX. | Jim said if we had the canoe hid in a good place, and had all the traps in the cavern, we could rush there if anybody was to come to the island, and they would never find us without dogs. And, besides, he said them little birds had said it was going to rain, and did I want the things to get wet? |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 264 | CHAPTER IX. | So we went back and got the canoe, and paddled up abreast the cavern, and lugged all the traps up there. Then we hunted up a place close by to hide the canoe in, amongst the thick willows. We took some fish off of the lines and set them again, and begun to get ready for dinner. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 265 | CHAPTER IX. | The door of the cavern was big enough to roll a hogshead in, and on one side of the door the floor stuck out a little bit, and was flat and a good place to build a fire on. So we built it there and cooked dinner. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 266 | CHAPTER IX. | We spread the blankets inside for a carpet, and eat our dinner in there. We put all the other things handy at the back of the cavern. Pretty soon it darkened up, and begun to thunder and lighten; so the birds was right about it. Directly it begun to rain, and it rained like all fury, too, and I never see the wind blow so. It was one of these regular summer storms. It would get so dark that it looked all blue-black outside, and lovely; and the rain would thrash along by so thick that the trees off a little ways looked dim and spider-webby; and here would come a blast of wind that would bend the trees down and turn up the pale underside of the leaves; and then a perfect ripper of a gust would follow along and set the branches to tossing their arms as if they was just wild; and next, when it was just about the bluest and blackest—fst! it was as bright as glory, and you’d have a little glimpse of tree-tops a-plunging about away off yonder in the storm, hundreds of yards further than you could see before; dark as sin again in a second, and now you’d hear the thunder let go with an awful crash, and then go rumbling, grumbling, tumbling, down the sky towards the under side of the world, like rolling empty barrels down stairs—where it’s long stairs and they bounce a good deal, you know. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 267 | CHAPTER IX. | “Jim, this is nice,” I says. “I wouldn’t want to be nowhere else but here. Pass me along another hunk of fish and some hot corn-bread.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 268 | CHAPTER IX. | “Well, you wouldn’t a ben here ’f it hadn’t a ben for Jim. You’d a ben down dah in de woods widout any dinner, en gittn’ mos’ drownded, too; dat you would, honey. Chickens knows when it’s gwyne to rain, en so do de birds, chile.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 269 | CHAPTER IX. | The river went on raising and raising for ten or twelve days, till at last it was over the banks. The water was three or four foot deep on the island in the low places and on the Illinois bottom. On that side it was a good many miles wide, but on the Missouri side it was the same old distance across—a half a mile—because the Missouri shore was just a wall of high bluffs. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 270 | CHAPTER IX. | Daytimes we paddled all over the island in the canoe, It was mighty cool and shady in the deep woods, even if the sun was blazing outside. We went winding in and out amongst the trees, and sometimes the vines hung so thick we had to back away and go some other way. Well, on every old broken-down tree you could see rabbits and snakes and such things; and when the island had been overflowed a day or two they got so tame, on account of being hungry, that you could paddle right up and put your hand on them if you wanted to; but not the snakes and turtles—they would slide off in the water. The ridge our cavern was in was full of them. We could a had pets enough if we’d wanted them. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 271 | CHAPTER IX. | One night we catched a little section of a lumber raft—nice pine planks. It was twelve foot wide and about fifteen or sixteen foot long, and the top stood above water six or seven inches—a solid, level floor. We could see saw-logs go by in the daylight sometimes, but we let them go; we didn’t show ourselves in daylight. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 272 | CHAPTER IX. | Another night when we was up at the head of the island, just before daylight, here comes a frame-house down, on the west side. She was a two-story, and tilted over considerable. We paddled out and got aboard—clumb in at an upstairs window. But it was too dark to see yet, so we made the canoe fast and set in her to wait for daylight. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 273 | CHAPTER IX. | The light begun to come before we got to the foot of the island. Then we looked in at the window. We could make out a bed, and a table, and two old chairs, and lots of things around about on the floor, and there was clothes hanging against the wall. There was something laying on the floor in the far corner that looked like a man. So Jim says: |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 274 | CHAPTER IX. | “Hello, you!” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 275 | CHAPTER IX. | But it didn’t budge. So I hollered again, and then Jim says: |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 276 | CHAPTER IX. | “De man ain’t asleep—he’s dead. You hold still—I’ll go en see.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 277 | CHAPTER IX. | He went, and bent down and looked, and says: |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 278 | CHAPTER IX. | “It’s a dead man. Yes, indeedy; naked, too. He’s ben shot in de back. I reck’n he’s ben dead two er three days. Come in, Huck, but doan’ look at his face—it’s too gashly.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 279 | CHAPTER IX. | I didn’t look at him at all. Jim throwed some old rags over him, but he needn’t done it; I didn’t want to see him. There was heaps of old greasy cards scattered around over the floor, and old whisky bottles, and a couple of masks made out of black cloth; and all over the walls was the ignorantest kind of words and pictures made with charcoal. There was two old dirty calico dresses, and a sun-bonnet, and some women’s underclothes hanging against the wall, and some men’s clothing, too. We put the lot into the canoe—it might come good. There was a boy’s old speckled straw hat on the floor; I took that, too. And there was a bottle that had had milk in it, and it had a rag stopper for a baby to suck. We would a took the bottle, but it was broke. There was a seedy old chest, and an old hair trunk with the hinges broke. They stood open, but there warn’t nothing left in them that was any account. The way things was scattered about we reckoned the people left in a hurry, and warn’t fixed so as to carry off most of their stuff. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 280 | CHAPTER IX. | We got an old tin lantern, and a butcher-knife without any handle, and a bran-new Barlow knife worth two bits in any store, and a lot of tallow candles, and a tin candlestick, and a gourd, and a tin cup, and a ratty old bedquilt off the bed, and a reticule with needles and pins and beeswax and buttons and thread and all such truck in it, and a hatchet and some nails, and a fishline as thick as my little finger with some monstrous hooks on it, and a roll of buckskin, and a leather dog-collar, and a horseshoe, and some vials of medicine that didn’t have no label on them; and just as we was leaving I found a tolerable good curry-comb, and Jim he found a ratty old fiddle-bow, and a wooden leg. The straps was broke off of it, but, barring that, it was a good enough leg, though it was too long for me and not long enough for Jim, and we couldn’t find the other one, though we hunted all around. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 281 | CHAPTER IX. | And so, take it all around, we made a good haul. When we was ready to shove off we was a quarter of a mile below the island, and it was pretty broad day; so I made Jim lay down in the canoe and cover up with the quilt, because if he set up people could tell he was a nigger a good ways off. I paddled over to the Illinois shore, and drifted down most a half a mile doing it. I crept up the dead water under the bank, and hadn’t no accidents and didn’t see nobody. We got home all safe. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 282 | CHAPTER X. | After breakfast I wanted to talk about the dead man and guess out how he come to be killed, but Jim didn’t want to. He said it would fetch bad luck; and besides, he said, he might come and ha’nt us; he said a man that warn’t buried was more likely to go a-ha’nting around than one that was planted and comfortable. That sounded pretty reasonable, so I didn’t say no more; but I couldn’t keep from studying over it and wishing I knowed who shot the man, and what they done it for. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 283 | CHAPTER X. | We rummaged the clothes we’d got, and found eight dollars in silver sewed up in the lining of an old blanket overcoat. Jim said he reckoned the people in that house stole the coat, because if they’d a knowed the money was there they wouldn’t a left it. I said I reckoned they killed him, too; but Jim didn’t want to talk about that. I says: |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 284 | CHAPTER X. | “Now you think it’s bad luck; but what did you say when I fetched in the snake-skin that I found on the top of the ridge day before yesterday? You said it was the worst bad luck in the world to touch a snake-skin with my hands. Well, here’s your bad luck! We’ve raked in all this truck and eight dollars besides. I wish we could have some bad luck like this every day, Jim.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 285 | CHAPTER X. | “Never you mind, honey, never you mind. Don’t you git too peart. It’s a-comin’. Mind I tell you, it’s a-comin’.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 286 | CHAPTER X. | It did come, too. It was a Tuesday that we had that talk. Well, after dinner Friday we was laying around in the grass at the upper end of the ridge, and got out of tobacco. I went to the cavern to get some, and found a rattlesnake in there. I killed him, and curled him up on the foot of Jim’s blanket, ever so natural, thinking there’d be some fun when Jim found him there. Well, by night I forgot all about the snake, and when Jim flung himself down on the blanket while I struck a light the snake’s mate was there, and bit him. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 287 | CHAPTER X. | He jumped up yelling, and the first thing the light showed was the varmint curled up and ready for another spring. I laid him out in a second with a stick, and Jim grabbed pap’s whisky-jug and begun to pour it down. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 288 | CHAPTER X. | He was barefooted, and the snake bit him right on the heel. That all comes of my being such a fool as to not remember that wherever you leave a dead snake its mate always comes there and curls around it. Jim told me to chop off the snake’s head and throw it away, and then skin the body and roast a piece of it. I done it, and he eat it and said it would help cure him. He made me take off the rattles and tie them around his wrist, too. He said that that would help. Then I slid out quiet and throwed the snakes clear away amongst the bushes; for I warn’t going to let Jim find out it was all my fault, not if I could help it. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 289 | CHAPTER X. | Jim sucked and sucked at the jug, and now and then he got out of his head and pitched around and yelled; but every time he come to himself he went to sucking at the jug again. His foot swelled up pretty big, and so did his leg; but by-and-by the drunk begun to come, and so I judged he was all right; but I’d druther been bit with a snake than pap’s whisky. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 290 | CHAPTER X. | Jim was laid up for four days and nights. Then the swelling was all gone and he was around again. I made up my mind I wouldn’t ever take a-holt of a snake-skin again with my hands, now that I see what had come of it. Jim said he reckoned I would believe him next time. And he said that handling a snake-skin was such awful bad luck that maybe we hadn’t got to the end of it yet. He said he druther see the new moon over his left shoulder as much as a thousand times than take up a snake-skin in his hand. Well, I was getting to feel that way myself, though I’ve always reckoned that looking at the new moon over your left shoulder is one of the carelessest and foolishest things a body can do. Old Hank Bunker done it once, and bragged about it; and in less than two years he got drunk and fell off of the shot-tower, and spread himself out so that he was just a kind of a layer, as you may say; and they slid him edgeways between two barn doors for a coffin, and buried him so, so they say, but I didn’t see it. Pap told me. But anyway it all come of looking at the moon that way, like a fool. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 291 | CHAPTER X. | Well, the days went along, and the river went down between its banks again; and about the first thing we done was to bait one of the big hooks with a skinned rabbit and set it and catch a catfish that was as big as a man, being six foot two inches long, and weighed over two hundred pounds. We couldn’t handle him, of course; he would a flung us into Illinois. We just set there and watched him rip and tear around till he drownded. We found a brass button in his stomach and a round ball, and lots of rubbage. We split the ball open with the hatchet, and there was a spool in it. Jim said he’d had it there a long time, to coat it over so and make a ball of it. It was as big a fish as was ever catched in the Mississippi, I reckon. Jim said he hadn’t ever seen a bigger one. He would a been worth a good deal over at the village. They peddle out such a fish as that by the pound in the market-house there; everybody buys some of him; his meat’s as white as snow and makes a good fry. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 292 | CHAPTER X. | Next morning I said it was getting slow and dull, and I wanted to get a stirring up some way. I said I reckoned I would slip over the river and find out what was going on. Jim liked that notion; but he said I must go in the dark and look sharp. Then he studied it over and said, couldn’t I put on some of them old things and dress up like a girl? That was a good notion, too. So we shortened up one of the calico gowns, and I turned up my trouser-legs to my knees and got into it. Jim hitched it behind with the hooks, and it was a fair fit. I put on the sun-bonnet and tied it under my chin, and then for a body to look in and see my face was like looking down a joint of stove-pipe. Jim said nobody would know me, even in the daytime, hardly. I practiced around all day to get the hang of the things, and by-and-by I could do pretty well in them, only Jim said I didn’t walk like a girl; and he said I must quit pulling up my gown to get at my britches-pocket. I took notice, and done better. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 293 | CHAPTER X. | I started up the Illinois shore in the canoe just after dark. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 294 | CHAPTER X. | I started across to the town from a little below the ferry-landing, and the drift of the current fetched me in at the bottom of the town. I tied up and started along the bank. There was a light burning in a little shanty that hadn’t been lived in for a long time, and I wondered who had took up quarters there. I slipped up and peeped in at the window. There was a woman about forty year old in there knitting by a candle that was on a pine table. I didn’t know her face; she was a stranger, for you couldn’t start a face in that town that I didn’t know. Now this was lucky, because I was weakening; I was getting afraid I had come; people might know my voice and find me out. But if this woman had been in such a little town two days she could tell me all I wanted to know; so I knocked at the door, and made up my mind I wouldn’t forget I was a girl. |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 295 | CHAPTER XI. | “Come in,” says the woman, and I did. She says: “Take a cheer.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 296 | CHAPTER XI. | I done it. She looked me all over with her little shiny eyes, and says: |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 297 | CHAPTER XI. | “What might your name be?” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 298 | CHAPTER XI. | “Sarah Williams.” |
Adventures_of_Huckleberry_Finn_-_Mark_Twain | 0 | 299 | CHAPTER XI. | “Where ’bouts do you live? In this neighborhood?’ |