Huck Finn
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Huckleberry Finn. Tom Sires comrade by Mark Twain. You don't know about me without You have read a book by the name of the ventures of Tom Sawyer, but that ain't no matter. That book was made by Mr Mark Twain, and he told the truth. Mainly there was things which he stretched that mainly he told the truth. That is nothing. I never seen anybody but lied one time or another without it was Aunt Polly all the widow? Well, maybe Mary, Aunt Polly, Tom's Aunt Polly she is, and Mary and the widow, Douglas is all told about that book, which is mostly a true book. Some stretches, as I said before. Now the way that book winds up is this. Tom and me found the money that the robbers hid in the cave and it made us ridge. We got $6000 apiece on gold. It was an awful side of money when it was about up. Well, Judge Thatcher. He took it and put it out of interest, and it fetched us. A dollar a day of peace all year round, molding a body could tell what to do with the widow Douglas. She took me for her son and allowed she would civilize me. But it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal, regular and decent, the widow wasn't all her ways. And so when I couldn't stand it no longer, I let out. I got into my old rags, my sugar hogshead again and was free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer he had a meeting and said he was going to start a band of robbers. And I might join if I go back to the widow and be respectable. So I went back. The widow, she cried over me and called me a pole long slam, and she called me out a lot of the names, too, but she never meant no harm by She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldn't do nothing but sweat and sweat. I feel all cramped up well in the old thing, convinced again, the widow Wrong bell for supper, and you had to come to time. When you got to the table, you couldn't go right to eaten, but you had to wait for the widow that tucked down her head and grumble a little over the Victuals, though there weren't really anything the matter with him. That is nothing. Only everything was cooked by itself in a barrel of odds and ends, it is different. Things get mixed up and the juice kind of swamps around and the things go better after suffer. She got out of book and learn me about Moses and the bulrushes, and I was in a sweat to find all about him. But by and by, she let it out that Moses had been dead a considered a long time. So then I didn't count on about him because I don't take no stocking dead people. Pretty soon I wanted to smoke and asked the widow to let me, but she wouldn't. She said it was a mean practice. It wasn't clean, and I must try not to do it anymore. That is just the way with some people, they get down on the thing when they don't know nothing about it. Here she was bothering about Moses, which was no kin to her and no use to anybody being gone. You see it finding a powerful fault with me for doing the thing that had some good in it and she took to snuff, too. Of course, that was all right because she done it herself. Her sister, Miss Watson. A terrible Slim Omei with goggles on. I had just come to live with her and took a set at me. Now with a spelling book. She worked me middle and half about an hour. And then the widow made her ease up. I couldn't stood it much longer. Then for an hour it was deadly dull. And I was fidgety. Miss Watts would say, Don't put your feet up there, Huckleberry. And don't score job like that. And Huckleberry set up street. Pretty soon she would say, Don't get stretch like that, Huckleberry, Why don't you try to behave? Then she told me about the bad place and I said I wished I was there. She got mad then, but I didn't mean no home. All I wanted was to go somewheres. All I wanted was change. I want particular. She said it was wicked to say what I said. She said she wouldn't say it for the whole world. She was going to live so as to go to the good place where I couldn't see no advantage and going what 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. They wouldn't do no good now. She had got a start. She went on and told me all about the good place. She said all the body would have to do There was to go around all day long with a hard and sing forever and ever so I didn't think much of it. But I never said so. I asked if she reckoned Tom saw you would go there and she said, not by considerable sign. I was glad about that because I wanted him to me to be together. Miss Watson. She kept pecking at me and he got tires. Lonesome Gobind bhai. They fits the *** in and prayers. And then everybody was off the bed. I went up to my room with a piece of candle, put it on the table. Then I sit down in a chair by the window and try to think of something cheerful. But it weren't no use. I felt so long term. I most wished I was dead. The stars were shining and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful, and I heard it now way off won't amount somebody that was dead and a Whipple will in a dull crying about somebody that was going to die and the wind was trying to whisper something to me. I couldn't make out what it was. And so it made the cold shivers run over me in a way out in the woods. I heard that kind of sound that 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 the way every night Grieve and I got so downhearted and scared I did wish I had some company pretty soon a spider with crown at my shoulder. I flipped it off, living in the candle and before I could budget was all shriveled up. I didn't need anybody to tell me that that was an awful bad sign, and I would fetch some bad look. So I was scared most and shook the clothes off of me. I got up and turned around in my tracks three times and cross my breast every time they're not tied up a little lock of my hair with a thread. Keep the witches away. But I had no confidence You do that when you've lost a whole shoe that you found instead of Nellie in up over the door. But I had never heard anybody say it was a way to keep off that look. When you killed a spider, I sat down again on shaking all over and I got up my pie for a smoke. So the house is all steel is death now, and so the widow would know Well, after a long time, I heard the clock way off in the down go boom, boom, boom 12 legs and I'll steal again Stiller than ever. Pretty soon heard a twig snapped down in the dark amongst trees, Something I said. Still, this is right. I could just better here. I mean, mill down there, that was good, says I know how me how soft is are good. And then I put out the light and scrambled out to the window onto the shared, and I slipped down to the ground and crawled in among the trees. And sure enough, there was Tom Sawyer waiting for me