This ain't no healthy place for a stranger to come. I'd be willing to stand a thousand such jokes to have you here. I don't deny it, I was most putrified with astonishment when you give me that smack. There was a considerable good deal of talk, all the afternoon, and me and Tom was on the lookout all the time, but it warn't no use, they didn't happen to say nothing about any runaway nigger, and we was afraid to try to work up to it. It was a dreadful thing to see.
Human beings can be awful cruel to one another.
So we poked along back home, and I warn't feeling so brash as I was before, but kind of ornery, and humble, and to blame, somehow- though I hadn't done nothing. If I had a yaller dog that didn't know no more than a person's conscience does, I would pison him. It takes up more room than all the rest of a person's insides, and yet ain't no good, nohow. Tom Sawyer he says the same.