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EnglishVoice Age
Senior (55+)Accents
North American (Canadian-General) North American (General)Transcript
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After breakfast, they went whooping and prancing out on the bar and chased each other round and round. Shedding closes. They went until they were naked. And then they continued the frolic far away at the shoal of the bar against the stiff current, which later trip their legs from under them from time to time and greatly increased the fun. Now and then, they stopped in a group and splashed water on each other's faces, with their palms gradually approaching each other with averted faces to avoid the strangling sprays and finally gripping and struggling to the best man, ducked his neighbor. They all went under in a tangle of white legs and arms and came a blowing, sputtering, laughing and gasping for breath at one in the same time. When they were well exhausted, they would run out and sprawl in the dry hot sand and lie there and cover themselves up with it, and by and by break for the water again and go through the original performance once more. Finally, it occurred to them that their naked skin represented flesh colored tights very fairly, so they drew a ring in the sand and had a circus with three clowns in it for none would yield his proudest post to his neighbor. Next, they got their marbles and played knocks and Marine tha and keeps toe Lad. Amusement grew stale. Then Joe and Huck had another swim, but Tom would not venture because he found it in kicking off his trousers. He had kicked his string of rattlesnake rattles off his ankle, and he wondered how he escaped cramps so long without the protection of his mysterious charm. He did not venture again until he had found it, and by that time the other boys retired and ready to rest. They gradually wandered apart, dropping into the dumps, and fell to gazing longingly across the wide river toe where the village laid rousing in the sun. Tom found himself writing Becky in the sand with his big toe. He scratched it out. He was angry with himself for his weakness, but he wrote it again. Nevertheless, he could not help it. He erased it once more than took himself out of temptation by driving the other boys together and joining them