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"
I
reckon
it
's
wrong
--
but
--
"
"
But
shucks
!
Your
mother
wo
n't
know
,
and
so
what
's
the
harm
?
All
she
wants
is
that
you
'll
be
safe
;
and
I
bet
you
she
'd
'
a
'
said
go
there
if
she
'd
'
a
'
thought
of
it
.
I
know
she
would
!
"
The
Widow
Douglas
'
splendid
hospitality
was
a
tempting
bait
.
It
and
Tom
's
persuasions
presently
carried
the
day
.
So
it
was
decided
to
say
nothing
anybody
about
the
night
's
programme
.
Presently
it
occurred
to
Tom
that
maybe
Huck
might
come
this
very
night
and
give
the
signal
.
The
thought
took
a
deal
of
the
spirit
out
of
his
anticipations
.
Still
he
could
not
bear
to
give
up
the
fun
at
Widow
Douglas
'
.
And
why
should
he
give
it
up
,
he
reasoned
--
the
signal
did
not
come
the
night
before
,
so
why
should
it
be
any
more
likely
to
come
to-night
?
The
sure
fun
of
the
evening
outweighed
the
uncertain
treasure
;
and
,
boy-like
,
he
determined
to
yield
to
the
stronger
inclination
and
not
allow
himself
to
think
of
the
box
of
money
another
time
that
day
.
Three
miles
below
town
the
ferryboat
stopped
at
the
mouth
of
a
woody
hollow
and
tied
up
.
The
crowd
swarmed
ashore
and
soon
the
forest
distances
and
craggy
heights
echoed
far
and
near
with
shoutings
and
laughter
.
All
the
different
ways
of
getting
hot
and
tired
were
gone
through
with
,
and
by-and-by
the
rovers
straggled
back
to
camp
fortified
with
responsible
appetites
,
and
then
the
destruction
of
the
good
things
began
.
After
the
feast
there
was
a
refreshing
season
of
rest
and
chat
in
the
shade
of
spreading
oaks
.
By-and-by
somebody
shouted
:
"
Who
's
ready
for
the
cave
?
"
Everybody
was
.
Bundles
of
candles
were
procured
,
and
straightway
there
was
a
general
scamper
up
the
hill
.
The
mouth
of
the
cave
was
up
the
hillside
--
an
opening
shaped
like
a
letter
A.
Its
massive
oaken
door
stood
unbarred
.
Within
was
a
small
chamber
,
chilly
as
an
ice-house
,
and
walled
by
Nature
with
solid
limestone
that
was
dewy
with
a
cold
sweat
.
It
was
romantic
and
mysterious
to
stand
here
in
the
deep
gloom
and
look
out
upon
the
green
valley
shining
in
the
sun
.
But
the
impressiveness
of
the
situation
quickly
wore
off
,
and
the
romping
began
again
.
The
moment
a
candle
was
lighted
there
was
a
general
rush
upon
the
owner
of
it
;
a
struggle
and
a
gallant
defence
followed
,
but
the
candle
was
soon
knocked
down
or
blown
out
,
and
then
there
was
a
glad
clamor
of
laughter
and
a
new
chase
.
But
all
things
have
an
end
.
By-and-by
the
procession
went
filing
down
the
steep
descent
of
the
main
avenue
,
the
flickering
rank
of
lights
dimly
revealing
the
lofty
walls
of
rock
almost
to
their
point
of
junction
sixty
feet
overhead
.
This
main
avenue
was
not
more
than
eight
or
ten
feet
wide
.
Every
few
steps
other
lofty
and
still
narrower
crevices
branched
from
it
on
either
hand
--
for
McDougal
's
cave
was
but
a
vast
labyrinth
of
crooked
aisles
that
ran
into
each
other
and
out
again
and
led
nowhere
.
It
was
said
that
one
might
wander
days
and
nights
together
through
its
intricate
tangle
of
rifts
and
chasms
,
and
never
find
the
end
of
the
cave
;
and
that
he
might
go
down
,
and
down
,
and
still
down
,
into
the
earth
,
and
it
was
just
the
same
--
labyrinth
under
labyrinth
,
and
no
end
to
any
of
them
.
No
man
"
knew
"
the
cave
.
That
was
an
impossible
thing
.
Most
of
the
young
men
knew
a
portion
of
it
,
and
it
was
not
customary
to
venture
much
beyond
this
known
portion
.
Tom
Sawyer
knew
as
much
of
the
cave
as
any
one
.
The
procession
moved
along
the
main
avenue
some
three-quarters
of
a
mile
,
and
then
groups
and
couples
began
to
slip
aside
into
branch
avenues
,
fly
along
the
dismal
corridors
,
and
take
each
other
by
surprise
at
points
where
the
corridors
joined
again
.
Parties
were
able
to
elude
each
other
for
the
space
of
half
an
hour
without
going
beyond
the
"
known
"
ground
.
By-and-by
,
one
group
after
another
came
straggling
back
to
the
mouth
of
the
cave
,
panting
,
hilarious
,
smeared
from
head
to
foot
with
tallow
drippings
,
daubed
with
clay
,
and
entirely
delighted
with
the
success
of
the
day
.
Then
they
were
astonished
to
find
that
they
had
been
taking
no
note
of
time
and
that
night
was
about
at
hand
.
The
clanging
bell
had
been
calling
for
half
an
hour
.
However
,
this
sort
of
close
to
the
day
's
adventures
was
romantic
and
therefore
satisfactory
.
When
the
ferryboat
with
her
wild
freight
pushed
into
the
stream
,
nobody
cared
sixpence
for
the
wasted
time
but
the
captain
of
the
craft
.
