Pretty soon I wanted to
smoke, and asked the widow
to let me. But she wouldn't. She said it was a mean practice and wasn't clean,
and I must try to not do it any more. That is just the way with some people.
They get down on a thing when they don't know nothing about it. Here she was
a-bothering about Moses,
which was no kin to her, and no use to anybody, being gone, you see, yet
finding a power of fault with me for
doing a thing that had some good in it. And she took snuff, too; of course that
was fine, because she done it herself.
Miss Watson would say, "Don't
put your feet up there, Huckleberry;" and "Don't scrunch up like that,
Huckleberry -- set up straight;" and pretty soon she would say, "Don't gap and
stretch like that, Huckleberry -- why don't you try to
behave?" Then she told
me all about the bad place, and I said I wished I was there.
mad then, but I didn't mean no harm. All I
wanted was to go somewheres; all I wanted was a change, I warn't particular.
She said it was wicked to say what I said;
said she wouldn't say it for the whole
world; she was going to live
so as to go to the good place.
Well, I couldn't see no advantage in
going where she was going, so I made up my mind I wouldn't try for it. But I
never said so, because it would only make trouble, and wouldn't do no good. I
asked her if she reckoned Tom Sawyer would go there, and she said not by a
considerable sight. I was glad about that, because I wanted him and me to be
I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead. The stars
were shining, and the leaves rustled in the
woods ever so mournful; and I
heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a
whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die; and the wind
was trying to whisper something to me, and I couldn't make out what it was,
and so it made the cold shivers run over me.
Then away out in the
I heard that
category of a
sound that a
ghost makes when it wants to tell about
something that's on its mind and can't make itself understood, and so can't
rest easy in its grave, and has to go
about that way every night grieving.
Pretty soon a spider went crawling up my shoulder, and I flipped it off
and it lit in the candle; and before I could budge it was all shriveled up. I
didn't need anybody to tell me that that was an awful bad sign and would fetch
me some bad luck, so I was scared and most
shook the clothes off of me.
up and turned around in my tracks three times and crossed my
breast every time; and
then I tied up a little lock of my hair with a
thread to keep
witches away. But I hadn't no confidence.
You do that when you've lost a horseshoe that you've found, instead of nailing
it up over the door, but I hadn't ever heard anybody say it was any way to
keep off bad luck when you'd killed a spider.
"Now, we'll start
this band of robbers and call it Tom
Everybody that wants to join has got to take an oath, and
write his name in blood."
Everybody was willing. So Tom got out a
sheet of paper that he had wrote the oath< on, and
read it. It swore every boy to stick
to the band, and never tell any of the
secrets; and if anybody done
anything to any boy in the band, whichever boy was ordered to kill that
individual and his family must do it, and he mustn't
eat and he mustn't
sleep till he had killed them
and hacked a cross in their breasts, which was the sign
of the band.
And nobody that didn't belong to the band could use that
mark, and if he did he must be sued; and if he done it again he must be killed.
And if anybody that belonged to the band told the
secrets, he must have his
throat cut, and then have his carcass burnt up and the ashes scattered all around,
and his name blotted off of the list with
blood and never mentioned
again by the gang, but have a curse put on it and be forgot forever.
Everybody said it was a realbeautiful oath, and asked Tom if he got it
out of his own head. He said, some of it, but the rest was out of
robber-books, and every gang that was
high-toned had it.
"Now," says Ben Rogers, "what's the line of
business of this
robbery and murder," Tom said.
"Must we always kill the victims?"
"Oh, certainly. It's best.
Some authorities think
different, but mostly it's considered best to kill them - except some that
you bring to the cave here, and keep them till they're ransomed."
played robbers now and then about a
month, and then I resigned. All the boys did. We hadn't
robbed nobody, hadn't killed any victims,
but only just pretended.
Pap got too
handy with his hick'ry, and I
couldn't stand it.
I was all over welts. He got to going away so
much, too, and locking me in.
Once he locked me in and was gone three
days. It was dreadful lonesome.
judged he had got drowned, and I wasn't
ever going to get out any more.
I was scared. I made up my
mind I would fix up some way to
I had tried to get out of that cabin many a time, but I
couldn't find no way.
There warn't a window to it big enough for a dog
to get through.
I couldn't get up the chimbly; it was too narrow.
The door was thick, solid oak
Pap was pretty careful not to leave a
knife or anything in the cabin when
he was away;
I reckon I had hunted the place over as much as a hundred
well, I was most all the time at it, because it was about the only
way to put in the time.
But this time I found something at last; I
found an old rusty wood saw without
it was laid in
between a rafter and the clapboards of the roof. I greased it up and went to
There was an old horse-blanket nailed against the logs at the far end
of the cabin behind the table, to keep the wind from blowing through the chinks
and putting the candle out.
under the table and raised the blanket, and went to
work to saw a section of the big bottom log
out -- big enough to let me through. Well, it was a good long job, but I was
getting towards the end of it when I heard pap's gun in the
I got rid of the
signs of my work, and dropped the blanket and hid my saw, and pretty soon pap
come in. Pap warn't in a good humor -- so he was
his natural self.
After supper pap took the jug,
and said he had enough whisky there for two
drunks and one delirium tremens. That was always his word. I judged he would be
blind drunk in about an hour, and then I would steal the key, or saw myself
out, one or t'other.
drank and drank, and tumbled down on his blankets by and by; but luck didn't
run my way. He didn't go sound asleep, but was uneasy. He
groaned and moaned and thrashed around this way and that for a long time.
At last I got so sleepy I couldn't keep my eyes
open , and so before I knowed what I
was about I was sound asleep,
and the candle burning.
know how long I was
asleep, but all of a sudden
there was an awful scream and I was up. There was pap looking
wild, and skipping around
every which way and yelling about snakes.
He said they was crawling up his legs; and then he would give a jump and
scream, and say one had bit him on the cheek - but I couldn't see no
He started and run round
and round the cabin, hollering "Take him off! take him off! he's biting me on
the neck!" I never seen a man look so wild in the eyes.
Pretty soon he
was all fagged out, and fell down panting; then he rolled over and over
wonderful fast, kicking things every which way, and striking and grabbing at
the air with his hands, and screaming and saying there was devils a-hold of
him. He wore out by and by, and laid still a while, moaning.
laid stiller, and didn't make a sound. I could
hear the owls and the wolves away
off in the woods, and it seemed
terrible still. He was laying over by the
By and by he raised
up part way and listened, with his head to one side.
He says, very low:
"Tramp -- tramp -- tramp; that's the dead; tramp -- tramp -- tramp; they're
coming after me; but I won't go. Oh, they're here! don't
touch me -- don't! hands off --
they're cold; let go. Oh, let a poor
Then he went down on
all fours and crawled off, begging them to let him alone, and he rolled himself
up in his blanket and wallowed in under the old pine table, still a-begging;
and then he went to crying. I could hear him through the blanket.
By and by he rolled out and jumped up on his feet looking wild, and he
sees me and went for me. He chased me round and round the place with a
clasp-knife, calling me the Angel of
Death, and saying he would kill me, and then I couldn't come for him no more.
I begged, and told him I was only Huck; but he laughed such a screechy
laugh, and roared and cussed, and kept on chasing me up.
Once when I
turned short and dodged under his arm he made a grab and got me by the jacket
between my shoulders, and I thought I was gone; but I slid out of the jacket
quick as lightening, and saved myself.
Pretty soon he was all tired out, and dropped down with his back
against the door, and said he would rest a minute and then kill me. He put his
knife under him, and said he would
sleep and get strong, and
then he would see who was who.
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