Adventures of Huckleberry Finn - The Original Classic Edition. Mark Twain

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       Making up the "Deffisit" Going for him

       The Doctor

       The Bag of Money

       The Cubby

       Supper with the Hare-Lip

       Honest Injun

       The Duke looks under the Bed

       Huck takes the Money

       A Crack in the Dining-room Door

       The Undertaker

       "He had a Rat!"

       "Was you in my Room?"

       Jawing

       In Trouble

       Indignation

       How to Find Them

       He Wrote

       Hannah with the Mumps

       The Auction

       The True Brothers

       The Doctor leads Huck The Duke Wrote "Gentlemen, Gentlemen!" "Jim Lit Out"

       The King shakes Huck The Duke went for Him Spanish Moss

       "Who Nailed Him?"

       Thinking

       He gave him Ten Cents Striking for the Back Country Still and Sunday-like

       She hugged him tight

       "Who do you reckon it is?" "It was Tom Sawyer"

       "Mr. Archibald Nichols, I presume?"

       A pretty long Blessing Traveling By Rail Vittles

       A Simple Job Witches Getting Wood

       One of the Best Authorities The Breakfast-Horn Smouching the Knives

       Going down the Lightning-Rod

       Stealing spoons

       Tom advises a Witch Pie

       The Rubbage-Pile

       "Missus, dey's a Sheet Gone"

       In a Tearing Way

       One of his Ancestors

       Jim's Coat of Arms

       A Tough Job

       Buttons on their Tails

       Irrigation

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       Keeping off Dull Times

       Sawdust Diet Trouble is Brewing Fishing

       Every one had a Gun Tom caught on a Splinter Jim advises a Doctor

       The Doctor

       Uncle Silas in Danger Old Mrs. Hotchkiss Aunt Sally talks to Huck Tom Sawyer wounded

       The Doctor speaks for Jim Tom rose square up in Bed "Hand out them Letters" Out of Bondage

       Tom's Liberality

       Yours Truly

       EXPLANATORY

       IN this book a number of dialects are used, to wit: the Missouri negro dialect; the extremest form of the backwoods Southwestern dialect; the ordinary "Pike County" dialect; and four modified varieties of this last. The shadings have not been done in a haphazard fashion, or by guesswork; but painstakingly, and with the trustworthy guidance and support of personal familiarity with these several forms of speech.

       I make this explanation for the reason that without it many readers would suppose that all these characters were trying to talk alike and not succeeding.

       THE AUTHOR.

       HUCKLEBERRY FINN

       Scene: The Mississippi Valley Time: Forty to fifty years ago

       8

       CHAPTER I.

       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 mat-

       ter. 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 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 the 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 six thousand dollars 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 apiece 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 sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn't stand it no longer I lit 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 feel all cramped up. Well, then, the old thing commenced again. The widow rung a bell for supper, and you had to come to time. When you got to the table you couldn't go right to eating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuck down her head and grumble a little over the victuals, though there warn't really anything the matter with them,--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 swaps around, and the things go better.

       After supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the Bulrushers, 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 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 all right, because she done it herself.

       Her sister, Miss Watson, a tolerable slim old maid, with goggles on, had just come to live with her, and took a set at me now with

       a spelling-book. She worked me middling hard for about an hour, and then the widow made her ease up. I couldn't stood it much longer. СКАЧАТЬ