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Chapter no 11

Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

โ€œCome in,โ€ says the woman, and I did. She says: โ€œTake a cheer.โ€

I done it. She looked me all over with her little shiny eyes, and says:

โ€œWhat might your name be?โ€

โ€œSarah Williams.โ€

โ€œWhere โ€™bouts do you live? In this neighborhood?โ€™

โ€œNoโ€™m. In Hookerville, seven mile below. Iโ€™ve walked all the way and Iโ€™m all tired out.โ€

โ€œHungry, too, I reckon. Iโ€™ll find you something.โ€

โ€œNoโ€™m, I ainโ€™t hungry. I was so hungry I had to stop two miles below here at a farm; so I ainโ€™t hungry no more. Itโ€™s what makes me so late. My motherโ€™s down sick, and out of money and everything, and I come to tell my uncle Abner Moore. He lives at the upper end of the town, she says. I hainโ€™t ever been here before. Do you know him?โ€

โ€œNo; but I donโ€™t know everybody yet. I havenโ€™t lived here quite two weeks. Itโ€™s a considerable ways to the upper end of the town. You better stay here all night. Take off your bonnet.โ€

โ€œNo,โ€ I says; โ€œIโ€™ll rest a while, I reckon, and go on. I ainโ€™t afeared of the dark.โ€

She said she wouldnโ€™t let me go by myself, but her husband would be in by-and-by, maybe in a hour and a half, and sheโ€™d send him along with me. Then she got to talking about her husband, and about her relations up the river, and her relations down the river, and about how much better off they used to was, and how they didnโ€™t know but theyโ€™d made a mistake coming to our town, instead of letting well aloneโ€”and so on and so on, till I was afeardย Iย had made a mistake coming to her to find out what was going on in the town; but by-and-by she dropped on to pap and the murder, and then I was pretty willing to let her clatter right along. She told about me and Tom Sawyer finding the six thousand dollars (only she got it ten) and all about pap and what a hard lot he was, and what a hard lot I was, and at last she got down to where I was murdered. I says:

โ€œWho done it? Weโ€™ve heard considerable about these goings on down in Hookerville, but we donโ€™t know who โ€™twas that killed Huck Finn.โ€

โ€œWell, I reckon thereโ€™s a right smart chance of peopleย hereย thatโ€™d like to know who killed him. Some think old Finn done it himself.โ€

โ€œNoโ€”is that so?โ€

โ€œMost everybody thought it at first. Heโ€™ll never know how nigh he come to getting lynched. But before night they changed around and judged it was done by a runaway nigger named Jim.โ€

โ€œWhyย heโ€”โ€

I stopped. I reckoned I better keep still. She run on, and never noticed I had put in at all:

โ€œThe nigger run off the very night Huck Finn was killed. So thereโ€™s a reward out for himโ€”three hundred dollars. And thereโ€™s a reward out for old Finn, tooโ€”two hundred dollars. You see, he come to town the morning after the murder, and told about it, and was out with โ€™em on the ferry-boat hunt, and right away after he up and left. Before night they wanted to lynch him, but he was gone, you see. Well, next day they found out the nigger was gone; they found out he hadnโ€™t ben seen sence ten oโ€™clock the night the murder was done. So then they put it on him, you see; and while they was full of it, next day, back comes old Finn, and went boo-hooing to Judge Thatcher to get money to hunt for the nigger all over Illinois with. The judge gave him some, and that evening he got drunk, and was around till after midnight with a couple of mighty hard-looking strangers, and then went off with them. Well, he hainโ€™t come back sence, and they ainโ€™t looking for him back till this thing blows over a little, for people thinks now that he killed his boy and fixed things so folks would think robbers done it, and then heโ€™d get Huckโ€™s money without having to bother a long time with a lawsuit. People do say he warnโ€™t any too good to do it. Oh, heโ€™s sly, I reckon. If he donโ€™t come back for a year heโ€™ll be all right. You canโ€™t prove anything on him, you know; everything will be quieted down then, and heโ€™ll walk in Huckโ€™s money as easy as nothing.โ€

โ€œYes, I reckon so, โ€™m. I donโ€™t see nothing in the way of it. Has everybody quit thinking the nigger done it?โ€

โ€œOh, no, not everybody. A good many thinks he done it. But theyโ€™ll get the nigger pretty soon now, and maybe they can scare it out of him.โ€

โ€œWhy, are they after him yet?โ€

โ€œWell, youโ€™re innocent, ainโ€™t you! Does three hundred dollars lay around every day for people to pick up? Some folks think the nigger ainโ€™t far from here. Iโ€™m one of themโ€”but I hainโ€™t talked it around. A few days ago I was talking with an old couple that lives next door in the log shanty, and they happened to say hardly anybody ever goes to that island over yonder that they call Jacksonโ€™s Island. Donโ€™t anybody live there? says I. No, nobody, says they. I didnโ€™t say any more, but I done some thinking. I was pretty near certain Iโ€™d seen smoke over there, about the head of the island, a day or two before that, so I says to myself, like as not that niggerโ€™s hiding over there; anyway, says I, itโ€™s worth the trouble to give the place a hunt. I hainโ€™t seen any smoke sence, so I reckon maybe heโ€™s gone, if it was him; but husbandโ€™s going over to seeโ€”him and another man. He was gone up the river; but he got back to-day, and I told him as soon as he got here two hours ago.โ€

I had got so uneasy I couldnโ€™t set still. I had to do something with my hands; so I took up a needle off of the table and went to threading it. My hands shook, and I was making a bad job of it. When the woman stopped talking I looked up, and she was looking at me pretty curious and smiling a little. I put down the needle and thread, and let on to be interestedโ€”and I was, tooโ€”and says:

โ€œThree hundred dollars is a power of money. I wish my mother could get it. Is your husband going over there to-night?โ€

โ€œOh, yes. He went up-town with the man I was telling you of, to get a boat and see if they could borrow another gun. Theyโ€™ll go over after midnight.โ€

โ€œCouldnโ€™t they see better if they was to wait till daytime?โ€

โ€œYes. And couldnโ€™t the nigger see better, too? After midnight heโ€™ll likely be asleep, and they can slip around through the woods and hunt up his camp fire all the better for the dark, if heโ€™s got one.โ€

โ€œI didnโ€™t think of that.โ€

The woman kept looking at me pretty curious, and I didnโ€™t feel a bit comfortable. Pretty soon she says,

โ€œWhat did you say your name was, honey?โ€

โ€œMโ€”Mary Williams.โ€

Somehow it didnโ€™t seem to me that I said it was Mary before, so I didnโ€™t look upโ€”seemed to me I said it was Sarah; so I felt sort of cornered, and was afeared maybe I was looking it, too. I wished the woman would say something more; the longer she set still the uneasier I was. But now she says:

โ€œHoney, I thought you said it was Sarah when you first come in?โ€

โ€œOh, yesโ€™m, I did. Sarah Mary Williams. Sarahโ€™s my first name. Some calls me Sarah, some calls me Mary.โ€

โ€œOh, thatโ€™s the way of it?โ€

โ€œYesโ€™m.โ€

I was feeling better then, but I wished I was out of there, anyway. I couldnโ€™t look up yet.

Well, the woman fell to talking about how hard times was, and how poor they had to live, and how the rats was as free as if they owned the place, and so forth and so on, and then I got easy again. She was right about the rats. Youโ€™d see one stick his nose out of a hole in the corner every little while. She said she had to have things handy to throw at them when she was alone, or they wouldnโ€™t give her no peace. She showed me a bar of lead twisted up into a knot, and said she was a good shot with it generly, but sheโ€™d wrenched her arm a day or two ago, and didnโ€™t know whether she could throw true now. But she watched for a chance, and directly banged away at a rat; but she missed him wide, and said โ€œOuch!โ€ it hurt her arm so. Then she told me to try for the next one. I wanted to be getting away before the old man got back, but of course I didnโ€™t let on. I got the thing, and the first rat that showed his nose I let drive, and if heโ€™d a stayed where he was heโ€™d a been a tolerable sick rat. She said that was first-rate, and she reckoned I would hive the next one. She went and got the lump of lead and fetched it back, and brought along a hank of yarn which she wanted me to help her with. I held up my two hands and she put the hank over them, and went on talking about her and her husbandโ€™s matters. But she broke off to say:

โ€œKeep your eye on the rats. You better have the lead in your lap, handy.โ€

So she dropped the lump into my lap just at that moment, and I clapped my legs together on it and she went on talking. But only about a minute. Then she took off the hank and looked me straight in the face, and very pleasant, and says:

โ€œCome, now, whatโ€™s your real name?โ€

โ€œWhโ€”what, mum?โ€

โ€œWhatโ€™s your real name? Is it Bill, or Tom, or Bob?โ€”or what is it?โ€

I reckon I shook like a leaf, and I didnโ€™t know hardly what to do. But I says:

โ€œPlease to donโ€™t poke fun at a poor girl like me, mum. If Iโ€™m in the way here, Iโ€™llโ€”โ€

โ€œNo, you wonโ€™t. Set down and stay where you are. I ainโ€™t going to hurt you, and I ainโ€™t going to tell on you, nuther. You just tell me your secret, and trust me. Iโ€™ll keep it; and, whatโ€™s more, Iโ€™ll help you. Soโ€™ll my old man if you want him to. You see, youโ€™re a runaway โ€™prentice, thatโ€™s all. It ainโ€™t anything. There ainโ€™t no harm in it. Youโ€™ve been treated bad, and you made up your mind to cut. Bless you, child, I wouldnโ€™t tell on you. Tell me all about it now, thatโ€™s a good boy.โ€

So I said it wouldnโ€™t be no use to try to play it any longer, and I would just make a clean breast and tell her everything, but she musnโ€™t go back on her promise. Then I told her my father and mother was dead, and the law had bound me out to a mean old farmer in the country thirty mile back from the river, and he treated me so bad I couldnโ€™t stand it no longer; he went away to be gone a couple of days, and so I took my chance and stole some of his daughterโ€™s old clothes and cleared out, and I had been three nights coming the thirty miles. I traveled nights, and hid daytimes and slept, and the bag of bread and meat I carried from home lasted me all the way, and I had a-plenty. I said I believed my uncle Abner Moore would take care of me, and so that was why I struck out for this town of Goshen.

โ€œGoshen, child? This ainโ€™t Goshen. This is St. Petersburg. Goshenโ€™s ten mile further up the river. Who told you this was Goshen?โ€

โ€œWhy, a man I met at daybreak this morning, just as I was going to turn into the woods for my regular sleep. He told me when the roads forked I must take the right hand, and five mile would fetch me to Goshen.โ€

โ€œHe was drunk, I reckon. He told you just exactly wrong.โ€

โ€œWell, he did act like he was drunk, but it ainโ€™t no matter now. I got to be moving along. Iโ€™ll fetch Goshen before daylight.โ€

โ€œHold on a minute. Iโ€™ll put you up a snack to eat. You might want it.โ€

So she put me up a snack, and says:

โ€œSay, when a cowโ€™s laying down, which end of her gets up first? Answer up prompt nowโ€”donโ€™t stop to study over it. Which end gets up first?โ€

โ€œThe hind end, mum.โ€

โ€œWell, then, a horse?โ€

โ€œThe forโ€™rard end, mum.โ€

โ€œWhich side of a tree does the moss grow on?โ€

โ€œNorth side.โ€

โ€œIf fifteen cows is browsing on a hillside, how many of them eats with their heads pointed the same direction?โ€

โ€œThe whole fifteen, mum.โ€

โ€œWell, I reckon youย haveย lived in the country. I thought maybe you was trying to hocus me again. Whatโ€™s your real name, now?โ€

โ€œGeorge Peters, mum.โ€

โ€œWell, try to remember it, George. Donโ€™t forget and tell me itโ€™s Elexander before you go, and then get out by saying itโ€™s George Elexander when I catch you. And donโ€™t go about women in that old calico. You do a girl tolerable poor, but you might fool men, maybe. Bless you, child, when you set out to thread a needle donโ€™t hold the thread still and fetch the needle up to it; hold the needle still and poke the thread at it; thatโ€™s the way a woman most always does, but a man always does tโ€™other way. And when you throw at a rat or anything, hitch yourself up a tiptoe and fetch your hand up over your head as awkward as you can, and miss your rat about six or seven foot. Throw stiff-armed from the shoulder, like there was a pivot there for it to turn on, like a girl; not from the wrist and elbow, with your arm out to one side, like a boy. And, mind you, when a girl tries to catch anything in her lap she throws her knees apart; she donโ€™t clap them together, the way you did when you catched the lump of lead. Why, I spotted you for a boy when you was threading the needle; and I contrived the other things just to make certain. Now trot along to your uncle, Sarah Mary Williams George Elexander Peters, and if you get into trouble you send word to Mrs. Judith Loftus, which is me, and Iโ€™ll do what I can to get you out of it. Keep the river road all the way, and next time you tramp take shoes and socks with you. The river roadโ€™s a rocky one, and your feetโ€™ll be in a condition when you get to Goshen, I reckon.โ€

I went up the bank about fifty yards, and then I doubled on my tracks and slipped back to where my canoe was, a good piece below the house. I jumped in, and was off in a hurry. I went up-stream far enough to make the head of the island, and then started across. I took off the sun-bonnet, for I didnโ€™t want no blinders on then. When I was about the middle I heard the clock begin to strike, so I stops and listens; the sound come faint over the water but clearโ€”eleven. When I struck the head of the island I never waited to blow, though I was most winded, but I shoved right into the timber where my old camp used to be, and started a good fire there on a high and dry spot.

Then I jumped in the canoe and dug out for our place, a mile and a half below, as hard as I could go. I landed, and slopped through the timber and up the ridge and into the cavern. There Jim laid, sound asleep on the ground. I roused him out and says:

โ€œGit up and hump yourself, Jim! There ainโ€™t a minute to lose. Theyโ€™re after us!โ€

Jim never asked no questions, he never said a word; but the way he worked for the next half an hour showed about how he was scared. By that time everything we had in the world was on our raft, and she was ready to be shoved out from the willow cove where she was hid. We put out the camp fire at the cavern the first thing, and didnโ€™t show a candle outside after that.

I took the canoe out from the shore a little piece, and took a look; but if there was a boat around I couldnโ€™t see it, for stars and shadows ainโ€™t good to see by. Then we got out the raft and slipped along down in the shade, past the foot of the island dead stillโ€”never saying a word.

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