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Well
,
pretty
soon
the
old
man
was
up
and
around
again
,
and
then
he
went
for
Judge
Thatcher
in
the
courts
to
make
him
give
up
that
money
,
and
he
went
for
me
,
too
,
for
not
stopping
school
.
He
catched
me
a
couple
of
times
and
thrashed
me
,
but
I
went
to
school
just
the
same
,
and
dodged
him
or
outrun
him
most
of
the
time
.
I
did
n't
want
to
go
to
school
much
before
,
but
I
reckoned
I
'd
go
now
to
spite
pap
.
That
law
trial
was
a
slow
business
--
appeared
like
they
war
n't
ever
going
to
get
started
on
it
;
so
every
now
and
then
I
'd
borrow
two
or
three
dollars
off
of
the
judge
for
him
,
to
keep
from
getting
a
cowhiding
.
Every
time
he
got
money
he
got
drunk
;
and
every
time
he
got
drunk
he
raised
Cain
around
town
;
and
every
time
he
raised
Cain
he
got
jailed
.
He
was
just
suited
--
this
kind
of
thing
was
right
in
his
line
.
He
got
to
hanging
around
the
widow
's
too
much
and
so
she
told
him
at
last
that
if
he
did
n't
quit
using
around
there
she
would
make
trouble
for
him
.
Well
,
WAS
N'T
he
mad
?
He
said
he
would
show
who
was
Huck
Finn
's
boss
.
So
he
watched
out
for
me
one
day
in
the
spring
,
and
catched
me
,
and
took
me
up
the
river
about
three
mile
in
a
skiff
,
and
crossed
over
to
the
Illinois
shore
where
it
was
woody
and
there
war
n't
no
houses
but
an
old
log
hut
in
a
place
where
the
timber
was
so
thick
you
could
n't
find
it
if
you
did
n't
know
where
it
was
.
He
kept
me
with
him
all
the
time
,
and
I
never
got
a
chance
to
run
off
.
We
lived
in
that
old
cabin
,
and
he
always
locked
the
door
and
put
the
key
under
his
head
nights
.
He
had
a
gun
which
he
had
stole
,
I
reckon
,
and
we
fished
and
hunted
,
and
that
was
what
we
lived
on
.
Every
little
while
he
locked
me
in
and
went
down
to
the
store
,
three
miles
,
to
the
ferry
,
and
traded
fish
and
game
for
whisky
,
and
fetched
it
home
and
got
drunk
and
had
a
good
time
,
and
licked
me
.
The
widow
she
found
out
where
I
was
by
and
by
,
and
she
sent
a
man
over
to
try
to
get
hold
of
me
;
but
pap
drove
him
off
with
the
gun
,
and
it
war
n't
long
after
that
till
I
was
used
to
being
where
I
was
,
and
liked
it
--
all
but
the
cowhide
part
.
It
was
kind
of
lazy
and
jolly
,
laying
off
comfortable
all
day
,
smoking
and
fishing
,
and
no
books
nor
study
.
Two
months
or
more
run
along
,
and
my
clothes
got
to
be
all
rags
and
dirt
,
and
I
did
n't
see
how
I
'd
ever
got
to
like
it
so
well
at
the
widow
's
,
where
you
had
to
wash
,
and
eat
on
a
plate
,
and
comb
up
,
and
go
to
bed
and
get
up
regular
,
and
be
forever
bothering
over
a
book
,
and
have
old
Miss
Watson
pecking
at
you
all
the
time
.
I
did
n't
want
to
go
back
no
more
.
I
had
stopped
cussing
,
because
the
widow
did
n't
like
it
;
but
now
I
took
to
it
again
because
pap
had
n't
no
objections
.
It
was
pretty
good
times
up
in
the
woods
there
,
take
it
all
around
.
But
by
and
by
pap
got
too
handy
with
his
hick
'
ry
,
and
I
could
n't
stand
it
.
I
was
all
over
welts
.
He
got
to
going
away
so
much
,
too
,
and
locking
me
in
.
Once
he
locked
me
in
and
was
gone
three
days
.
It
was
dreadful
lonesome
.
I
judged
he
had
got
drowned
,
and
I
was
n't
ever
going
to
get
out
any
more
.
I
was
scared
.
I
made
up
my
mind
I
would
fix
up
some
way
to
leave
there
.
I
had
tried
to
get
out
of
that
cabin
many
a
time
,
but
I
could
n't
find
no
way
.
There
war
n't
a
window
to
it
big
enough
for
a
dog
to
get
through
.
I
could
n't
get
up
the
chimbly
;
it
was
too
narrow
.
The
door
was
thick
,
solid
oak
slabs
.
Pap
was
pretty
careful
not
to
leave
a
knife
or
anything
in
the
cabin
when
he
was
away
;
I
reckon
I
had
hunted
the
place
over
as
much
as
a
hundred
times
;
well
,
I
was
most
all
the
time
at
it
,
because
it
was
about
the
only
way
to
put
in
the
time
.
But
this
time
I
found
something
at
last
;
I
found
an
old
rusty
wood-saw
without
any
handle
;
it
was
laid
in
between
a
rafter
and
the
clapboards
of
the
roof
.
I
greased
it
up
and
went
to
work
.
There
was
an
old
horse-blanket
nailed
against
the
logs
at
the
far
end
of
the
cabin
behind
the
table
,
to
keep
the
wind
from
blowing
through
the
chinks
and
putting
the
candle
out
.
I
got
under
the
table
and
raised
the
blanket
,
and
went
to
work
to
saw
a
section
of
the
big
bottom
log
out
--
big
enough
to
let
me
through
.
Well
,
it
was
a
good
long
job
,
but
I
was
getting
towards
the
end
of
it
when
I
heard
pap
's
gun
in
the
woods
.
I
got
rid
of
the
signs
of
my
work
,
and
dropped
the
blanket
and
hid
my
saw
,
and
pretty
soon
pap
come
in
.
Pap
war
n't
in
a
good
humor
--
so
he
was
his
natural
self
.
He
said
he
was
down
town
,
and
everything
was
going
wrong
.
His
lawyer
said
he
reckoned
he
would
win
his
lawsuit
and
get
the
money
if
they
ever
got
started
on
the
trial
;
but
then
there
was
ways
to
put
it
off
a
long
time
,
and
Judge
Thatcher
knowed
how
to
do
it
.
And
he
said
people
allowed
there
'd
be
another
trial
to
get
me
away
from
him
and
give
me
to
the
widow
for
my
guardian
,
and
they
guessed
it
would
win
this
time
.
This
shook
me
up
considerable
,
because
I
did
n't
want
to
go
back
to
the
widow
's
any
more
and
be
so
cramped
up
and
sivilized
,
as
they
called
it
.
Then
the
old
man
got
to
cussing
,
and
cussed
everything
and
everybody
he
could
think
of
,
and
then
cussed
them
all
over
again
to
make
sure
he
had
n't
skipped
any
,
and
after
that
he
polished
off
with
a
kind
of
a
general
cuss
all
round
,
including
a
considerable
parcel
of
people
which
he
did
n't
know
the
names
of
,
and
so
called
them
what
's
-
his-name
when
he
got
to
them
,
and
went
right
along
with
his
cussing
.
He
said
he
would
like
to
see
the
widow
get
me
.
He
said
he
would
watch
out
,
and
if
they
tried
to
come
any
such
game
on
him
he
knowed
of
a
place
six
or
seven
mile
off
to
stow
me
in
,
where
they
might
hunt
till
they
dropped
and
they
could
n't
find
me
.
That
made
me
pretty
uneasy
again
,
but
only
for
a
minute
;
I
reckoned
I
would
n't
stay
on
hand
till
he
got
that
chance
.
The
old
man
made
me
go
to
the
skiff
and
fetch
the
things
he
had
got
.
There
was
a
fifty-pound
sack
of
corn
meal
,
and
a
side
of
bacon
,
ammunition
,
and
a
four-gallon
jug
of
whisky
,
and
an
old
book
and
two
newspapers
for
wadding
,
besides
some
tow
.
I
toted
up
a
load
,
and
went
back
and
set
down
on
the
bow
of
the
skiff
to
rest
.
I
thought
it
all
over
,
and
I
reckoned
I
would
walk
off
with
the
gun
and
some
lines
,
and
take
to
the
woods
when
I
run
away
.
I
guessed
I
would
n't
stay
in
one
place
,
but
just
tramp
right
across
the
country
,
mostly
night
times
,
and
hunt
and
fish
to
keep
alive
,
and
so
get
so
far
away
that
the
old
man
nor
the
widow
could
n't
ever
find
me
any
more
.
I
judged
I
would
saw
out
and
leave
that
night
if
pap
got
drunk
enough
,
and
I
reckoned
he
would
.
I
got
so
full
of
it
I
did
n't
notice
how
long
I
was
staying
till
the
old
man
hollered
and
asked
me
whether
I
was
asleep
or
drownded
.
