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He
got
home
pretty
late
that
night
,
and
when
he
climbed
cautiously
in
at
the
window
,
he
uncovered
an
ambuscade
,
in
the
person
of
his
aunt
;
and
when
she
saw
the
state
his
clothes
were
in
her
resolution
to
turn
his
Saturday
holiday
into
captivity
at
hard
labor
became
adamantine
in
its
firmness
.
Saturday
morning
was
come
,
and
all
the
summer
world
was
bright
and
fresh
,
and
brimming
with
life
.
There
was
a
song
in
every
heart
;
and
if
the
heart
was
young
the
music
issued
at
the
lips
.
There
was
cheer
in
every
face
and
a
spring
in
every
step
.
The
locust-trees
were
in
bloom
and
the
fragrance
of
the
blossoms
filled
the
air
.
Cardiff
Hill
,
beyond
the
village
and
above
it
,
was
green
with
vegetation
and
it
lay
just
far
enough
away
to
seem
a
Delectable
Land
,
dreamy
,
reposeful
,
and
inviting
.
Tom
appeared
on
the
sidewalk
with
a
bucket
of
whitewash
and
a
long-handled
brush
.
He
surveyed
the
fence
,
and
all
gladness
left
him
and
a
deep
melancholy
settled
down
upon
his
spirit
.
Thirty
yards
of
board
fence
nine
feet
high
.
Life
to
him
seemed
hollow
,
and
existence
but
a
burden
.
Sighing
,
he
dipped
his
brush
and
passed
it
along
the
topmost
plank
;
repeated
the
operation
;
did
it
again
;
compared
the
insignificant
whitewashed
streak
with
the
far-reaching
continent
of
unwhitewashed
fence
,
and
sat
down
on
a
tree-box
discouraged
.
Jim
came
skipping
out
at
the
gate
with
a
tin
pail
,
and
singing
Buffalo
Gals
.
Bringing
water
from
the
town
pump
had
always
been
hateful
work
in
Tom
's
eyes
,
before
,
but
now
it
did
not
strike
him
so
.
He
remembered
that
there
was
company
at
the
pump
.
White
,
mulatto
,
and
negro
boys
and
girls
were
always
there
waiting
their
turns
,
resting
,
trading
playthings
,
quarrelling
,
fighting
,
skylarking
.
And
he
remembered
that
although
the
pump
was
only
a
hundred
and
fifty
yards
off
,
Jim
never
got
back
with
a
bucket
of
water
under
an
hour
--
and
even
then
somebody
generally
had
to
go
after
him
.
Tom
said
:
"
Say
,
Jim
,
I
'll
fetch
the
water
if
you
'll
whitewash
some
.
"
Jim
shook
his
head
and
said
:
"
Ca
n't
,
Mars
Tom
.
Ole
missis
,
she
tole
me
I
got
to
go
an
'
git
dis
water
an
'
not
stop
foolin
'
roun
'
wid
anybody
.
She
say
she
spec
'
Mars
Tom
gwine
to
ax
me
to
whitewash
,
an
'
so
she
tole
me
go
'
long
an
'
'
tend
to
my
own
business
--
she
'
lowed
SHE
'D
'
tend
to
de
whitewashin
'
.
"
"
Oh
,
never
you
mind
what
she
said
,
Jim
.
That
's
the
way
she
always
talks
.
Gim
me
the
bucket
--
I
wo
n't
be
gone
only
a
a
minute
.
SHE
wo
n't
ever
know
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
das
n't
,
Mars
Tom
.
Ole
missis
she
'd
take
an
'
tar
de
head
off
'n
me
.
'D
eed
she
would
.
"
"
SHE
!
She
never
licks
anybody
--
whacks
'em
over
the
head
with
her
thimble
--
and
who
cares
for
that
,
I
'd
like
to
know
.
She
talks
awful
,
but
talk
do
n't
hurt
--
anyways
it
do
n't
if
she
do
n't
cry
.
Jim
,
I
'll
give
you
a
marvel
.
I
'll
give
you
a
white
alley
!
"
Jim
began
to
waver
.
