Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (Tom Sawyer's
comrade). Scene: The Mississippi Valley. Time: forty to fifty years ago |
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Chapter XLI.
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Chapter XLI.
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (Tom Sawyer's
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Chapter XLI.
The doctor was an old man; a very nice,
kind-looking old man, when I got
him up. I told him me and my
brother was over on Spanish Island
hunting, yesterday afternoon,
and
camped on a piece of a raft we found,
and about midnight he
must a kicked
his gun in his dreams, for it went off
and shot him
in the leg, and we
wanted him to go over there and
fix it and not
say nothing about it,
nor let anybody know, because we
wanted to
come home this evening,
and surprise the folks.
"Who is your folks?" he says.
"The Phelpses, down yonder."
"Oh," he says. And after a minute, he says: "How'd you say he got
shot?"
the doctor.
"He had a dream," I says, "and it shot him."
"Singular dream," he says.
So he lit up his lantern, and got his saddle-bags, and we started. But
when
he see the canoe, he didn't like the look of her—said
she was big enough for one,
but didn't look pretty safe for two. I
says:
"Oh, you needn't be afeard, sir, she carried the three of us, easy enough."
"What three?"
"Why, me and Sid, and—and—and the guns; that's what I mean."
"Oh," he says.
But he put his foot on the gunnel, and rocked her; and shook his head, and
said
he reckoned he'd look around for a bigger one. But they was all
locked and chained;
so he took my canoe, and said for me to wait till
he come back, or I could hunt
around further, or maybe I better go down
home and get them ready for the surprise,
if I wanted to. But I said I didn't; so I told him just how to find the
raft, and then he started.
I struck an idea, pretty soon. I says to myself, spos'n he can't fix
that
leg just in three shakes of a
sheep's tail, as the saying
is?
spos'n it takes him three or
four days? What are we going
to do?—lay around there till
he lets the cat out of the
bag? No, sir, I know what I'll
do. I'll wait,
and when he comes
back, if he says he's got to go
any more, I'll
get down there,
too, if I swim; and we'll take
and tie him, and
keep him, and
shove out down the river; and
when Tom's done with
him,
we'll give him what it's worth,
or all we got, and then let
him
get shore.
uncle silas in danger.
So then I crept into a lumber
pile to get some sleep; and next
time
I waked up the sun was
away up over my head! I shot
out and went
for the doctor's house, but they told me he'd gone away in the
night,
some time or other, and warn't back yet. Well, thinks I, that looks
shoved, and turned the corner, and nearly rammed my head into Uncle Silas's
stomach! He says:
"Why, Tom! Where you been, all this time, you rascal?"
"I hain't been nowheres," I says, "only just hunting
for the runaway nigger
—me and Sid."
"Why, where ever did you go?" he says. "Your aunt's been mighty uneasy."
"She needn't," I says, "because we was all right. We followed the men
and
the dogs, but they out-run us, and we lost them; but we thought we
heard them
on the water, so we got a canoe and took out after them, and
crossed over but
couldn't find nothing of them; so we cruised along
up-shore till we got kind of
tired and beat out; and tied up the canoe
and went to sleep, and never waked
up till about an hour ago, then we
paddled over here to hear the news, and
Sid's at the post-office to see
what he can hear, and I'm a branching out to get
something to eat for
us, and then we're going home."
So then we went to the post-office to get "Sid"; but just as I suspicioned,
he
warn't there; so the old man he got a letter out of the office, and
we waited a
while longer but Sid didn't come; so the old man said come
along, let Sid foot it
home, or canoe-it, when he got done fooling
around—but we would ride. I
couldn't get him to let me stay
and wait for Sid; and he said there warn't no
use in it, and I must
come along, and let Aunt Sally see we was all right.
When we got home, Aunt Sally was that glad to see me she laughed and
cried
both, and hugged me, and give me one of them lickings of hern
that don't amount
to shucks, and said she'd serve Sid the same when he
come.
And the place was plumb full of farmers and farmers' wives, to dinner;
and
such another clack a body never heard. Old Mrs. Hotchkiss was the
worst; her
tongue was agoing all the time. She says:
"Well, Sister Phelps, I've ransacked that-air cabin over an' I b'lieve
the
nigger was crazy. I says so to Sister Damrell—didn't I,
Sister Damrell?—s'I,
he's crazy, s'I—them's the
very words I said. You all hearn me: he's crazy, s'I;
everything shows
it, s'I. Look at that-air grindstone, s'I; want to tell me't any
grindstone, s'I? Here sich 'n' sich a person busted his heart; 'n' here so 'n' so
pegged along for thirty-seven year, 'n' all that—natcherl son o' Louis somebody,
'n' sich everlast'n rubbage. He's plumb crazy, s'I; it's what I says in the
fust place, it's what I says in the middle, 'n' it's what I says last 'n' all the time
—the nigger's crazy—crazy's Nebokoodneezer, s'I."
"An' look at that-air ladder made
out'n rags, Sister Hotchkiss," says
old
Mrs. Damrell, "what in the name o'
goodness could he ever want of——"
"The very words I was a-sayin' no
longer ago th'n this minute to
Sister
Utterback, 'n' she'll tell you so herself.
Sh-she, look at
that-air rag ladder,
sh-she; 'n' s'I, yes, look
at it, s'I—
what could he a wanted of
it, s'I.
Sh-she, Sister Hotchkiss, sh-she——"
"But how in the nation'd they
ever git that
grindstone in there, any-
way 'n' who dug that-air hole? 'n' who——"
old mrs. hotchkiss.
"My very words, Brer Penrod! I was
a-sayin'—pass that-air sasser o'
m'lasses, won't
ye?—I was a-sayin' to Sister Dunlap, jist this minute, how did
they git that grindstone in there, s'I.
Without help, mind you—'thout help!
Thar's wher' 'tis. Don't tell me, s'I; there wuz help, s'I; 'n' ther' wuz
a plenty
help, too, s'I; ther's ben a dozen a-helpin' that nigger, 'n' I lay I'd skin
every
last nigger on this place, but I'd find
out who done it, s'I; 'n' moreover, s'I——"
"A dozen says you!—forty couldn't a done everything that's been done.
Look at
them case-knife saws and things, how tedious they've been made; look
at
that bed-leg sawed off with 'm, a week's work for six men; look at that
nigger
made out'n straw on the bed; and look
at——"
"You may well say it, Brer Hightower! It's jist as I
was a-sayin' to Brer
Phelps, his own self. S'e, what do you think of it, Sister Hotchkiss, s'e? think
of it, s'I? I lay it never sawed itself off, s'I—somebody sawed it, s'I; that's my
opinion, take it or leave it, it mayn't be no 'count, s'I, but sich as 't is, it's my
opinion, s'I, 'n' if anybody k'n start a better one, s'I, let him do it, s'I, that's all.
I says to Sister Dunlap, s'I——"
"Why, dog my cats, they must a ben a house-full o' niggers in there
every
night for four weeks, to a done all that work, Sister Phelps.
Look at that shirt
—every last inch of it kivered over with
secret African writ'n done with blood!
Must a ben a raft uv 'm at it
right along, all the time, amost. Why, I'd give
two dollars to have it
read to me; 'n' as for the niggers that wrote it, I 'low I'd
take 'n'
lash 'm t'll——"
"People to help him, Brother Marples! Well, I reckon
you'd think so, if you'd
a been in this house
for a while back. Why, they've stole everything they could
lay their
hands on—and we a watching, all the time, mind you. They stole
that
shirt right off o' the line! and as for that sheet they made the
rag ladder out of
ther' ain't no telling how many times they didn't steal that; and flour, and
candles, and
candlesticks, and spoons, and the old warming-pan, and most a
thousand
things that I disremember, now, and my new calico dress; and me, and
Silas, and my Sid and Tom on the constant watch day and night, as I was a telling
you, and not a one of us could catch hide nor hair, nor sight nor sound
of
them; and here at the last minute, lo and behold you, they slides
right in under
our noses, and fools us, and not only fools us but the Injun Territory robbers too,
and
actuly gets away with that nigger, safe and sound,
and that with sixteen
men and twenty-two dogs right on their very heels
at that very time! I tell you, it
just bangs anything I ever heard of. Why, sperits
couldn't a done better, and
been no smarter. And I reckon they must a
been sperits—because, you know our
dogs, and ther' ain't no better;
well, them dogs never even got on the track of
'm, once! You explain that to me, if you
can!—any of you!"
"Well, it does beat——"
"Laws alive, I never——"
"So help me, I wouldn't a be——"
"House-thieves as well as——"
"Goodnessgracioussakes, I'd a ben afeard to live in sich a——"
"'Fraid to live!—why, I was that scared I
das'nt hardly go to bed, or get up, or
lay down, or set down, Sister Ridgeway. Why, they'd steal the
very—why, goodness
sakes, you
can guess what kind of a fluster I was in by the time
midnight
come, last night. I hope to gracious if I warn't afraid they'd
steal some o' the
family! I was just to that pass, I didn't have no
reasoning faculties no more.
It looks foolish enough, now, in the day-time; but I says to myself, there's my
two
poor boys asleep, 'way up stairs in that lonesome room, and I declare to
goodness
I was that uneasy 't I crep'
up there and locked 'em in! I did. And anybody
would. Because, you know, when you
get scared, that way, and it keeps running
on, and getting worse and worse, all the time, and your wits gets to
addling,
and you get to doing all sorts o' wild things, and by-and-by
you think to yourself,
spos'n I was a boy, and was away up there, and the door
ain't locked, and
you——" She stopped, looking
kind of wondering, and then she turned her
head around slow, and when
her eye lit on me—I got up and took a walk.
Says I to myself, I can explain better how we come to not be in that
room
this morning, if I go out to one side and study over it a little.
So I done it. But
I dasn't go fur, or she'd a sent for me. And when it
was late in the day, the
people all went, and then I come in and told
her the noise and shooting waked
up me and "Sid," and the door was
locked, and we wanted to see the fun, so we
went down the
lightning-rod, and both of us got hurt a little, and we didn't
never
want to try that no more. And then I went on and told
her all what I
told Uncle Silas before; and then she said she'd forgive
us, and maybe it was all
right enough anyway, and about what a body
might expect of boys, for all boys was a
pretty harum-scarum lot, as
fur as she could see; and so, as long as no harm
hadn't come of it, she
judged she better put in her time being grateful we was
alive and well
and she had us still, stead of fretting over what was past and done.
So
then she kissed me, and patted me on the head, and dropped into a kind of
a
brown study; and pretty soon jumps up, and says:
"Why, lawsamercy, it's most night, and Sid not come yet! What has become
of that boy?"
I see my chance; so I skips up and says:
"I'll run right up to town and get him," I says.
"No you won't," she says. "You'll stay right wher' you are; one's enough
to be lost at a time. If he ain't here to
supper, your uncle 'll go."
Well, he warn't there to supper; so right after supper uncle went.
He come back about ten, a little bit uneasy; hadn't run across Tom's
track.
Aunt Sally was a good deal uneasy; but
Uncle Silas he said there warn't no occasion
to be—boys will be boys, he said, and you'll
see this one turn up in the morning,
all sound and right. So she had to
be
satisfied. But she said she'd set up for
him a while, anyway,
and keep a light
burning, so he could see it.
And then when I went up to bed
she come up with me and fetched her
candle, and tucked me in, and
mothered me so good I felt mean, and
like I couldn't look her in the face;
and she set down on the bed
and
talked with me a long time, and said
what a splendid boy Sid
was, and didn't
seem to want to ever stop talking about
him; and
kept asking me every now
and then, if I reckoned he could a got
lost, or hurt, or maybe drownded, and
might be laying at this minute,
somewheres,
suffering or dead, and
she not
by him to help him, and so the tears would drip down, silent,
and I would tell
her that Sid was all right, and would be home in the
morning, sure; and she
would squeeze my hand, or maybe kiss me, and
tell me to say it again, and keep
on saying it, because it done her
good, and she was in so much trouble. And when
she was going away, she
looked down in my eyes, so steady and gentle, and says:
aunt sally talks to huck.
"The door ain't going to be locked, Tom; and there's the window and the
rod; but you'll be good, won't you? And you won't go?
For my sake."
Laws knows I wanted to go, bad enough, to see about
Tom, and was all intending
to go; but
after that, I wouldn't a went, not for kingdoms.
But she was on my mind, and Tom was on my mind; so I slept very
restless.
And twice I went down the rod, away in the night, and slipped
around front,
and see her setting there by her candle in the window
with her eyes towards the
road and the tears in them; and I wished I
could do something for her, but I
couldn't, only to swear that I
wouldn't never do nothing to grieve her any more.
And the third time, I
waked up at dawn, and slid down, and she was there yet,
and her candle
was most out, and her old gray head was resting on her hand, and
she
was asleep.
Chapter XLI.
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