The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain, 4 minute clip.

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This is a slightly longer clip of the beginning of the book.

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English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

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North American (General) North American (South West - Texas) North American (US South)

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The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain. One I discover moses and the Bull rushers. You don't know about me without. You have read a book by the name of The Adventures 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, but mainly he told the truth. That is nothing. I've never seen anybody, but lied. One time or another without. It was Aunt Polly or the Widow, or maybe mary Aunt Polly Tom's Aunt Polly, she is, and mary and the widow Douglas is all told about in that book, which is mostly a true book with some stretchers. 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 rich. We got $6,000 apiece, all gold. It was an awful sight of money when it was piled up. Well, judge Thatcher, he took it and put it out at interest, and it fetched us a dollar a day a piece all the year round, more than 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, indecent the widow was in all her ways, and so when I couldn't stand it no longer, I let out. I got into my old rags and my sugar hogshead again, and was free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer! He hunted me up, and said he was going to start a band of robbers, and I might join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable. So I went back. The widow! She cried over me, and called me a poor, lost lamb, and she called me a lot of other names too. But she never meant no harm by it. She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldn't do nothing but sweat and sweat, and fell all cramped up. Well, then the old thing commenced again. The winner, rung a 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 to tuck down her head and grumble a little over the Victuals, though there weren't really anything the matter with them, that is nothing. Only everything was cooked by itself, and a barrel, odds and ends. It is different things get mixed up, and the juice kind of swamps around, and things go better after supper. She got out her book and learned me. How about moses and the bull rushers, and I was in a sweat to find out all about him, but by and by she let it out that moses had been dead a considerable long time. So then I didn't care no more about him, because I don't take no stock in dead people pretty soon. I wanted to smoke and ask the waiter 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 anymore. 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 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 to. Of course that was all right, because she'd done it herself.