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"
Ah
,
now
you
're
all
right
.
What
was
the
matter
with
you
,
Tom
?
"
"
Oh
,
Judge
,
Injun
Joe
's
in
the
cave
!
"
Within
a
few
minutes
the
news
had
spread
,
and
a
dozen
skiff-loads
of
men
were
on
their
way
to
McDougal
's
cave
,
and
the
ferryboat
,
well
filled
with
passengers
,
soon
followed
.
Tom
Sawyer
was
in
the
skiff
that
bore
Judge
Thatcher
.
When
the
cave
door
was
unlocked
,
a
sorrowful
sight
presented
itself
in
the
dim
twilight
of
the
place
.
Injun
Joe
lay
stretched
upon
the
ground
,
dead
,
with
his
face
close
to
the
crack
of
the
door
,
as
if
his
longing
eyes
had
been
fixed
,
to
the
latest
moment
,
upon
the
light
and
the
cheer
of
the
free
world
outside
.
Tom
was
touched
,
for
he
knew
by
his
own
experience
how
this
wretch
had
suffered
.
His
pity
was
moved
,
but
nevertheless
he
felt
an
abounding
sense
of
relief
and
security
,
now
,
which
revealed
to
him
in
a
degree
which
he
had
not
fully
appreciated
before
how
vast
a
weight
of
dread
had
been
lying
upon
him
since
the
day
he
lifted
his
voice
against
this
bloody-minded
outcast
.
Injun
Joe
's
bowie-knife
lay
close
by
,
its
blade
broken
in
two
.
The
great
foundation-beam
of
the
door
had
been
chipped
and
hacked
through
,
with
tedious
labor
;
useless
labor
,
too
,
it
was
,
for
the
native
rock
formed
a
sill
outside
it
,
and
upon
that
stubborn
material
the
knife
had
wrought
no
effect
;
the
only
damage
done
was
to
the
knife
itself
.
But
if
there
had
been
no
stony
obstruction
there
the
labor
would
have
been
useless
still
,
for
if
the
beam
had
been
wholly
cut
away
Injun
Joe
could
not
have
squeezed
his
body
under
the
door
,
and
he
knew
it
.
So
he
had
only
hacked
that
place
in
order
to
be
doing
something
--
in
order
to
pass
the
weary
time
--
in
order
to
employ
his
tortured
faculties
.
Ordinarily
one
could
find
half
a
dozen
bits
of
candle
stuck
around
in
the
crevices
of
this
vestibule
,
left
there
by
tourists
;
but
there
were
none
now
.
The
prisoner
had
searched
them
out
and
eaten
them
.
He
had
also
contrived
to
catch
a
few
bats
,
and
these
,
also
,
he
had
eaten
,
leaving
only
their
claws
.
The
poor
unfortunate
had
starved
to
death
.
In
one
place
,
near
at
hand
,
a
stalagmite
had
been
slowly
growing
up
from
the
ground
for
ages
,
builded
by
the
water-drip
from
a
stalactite
overhead
.
The
captive
had
broken
off
the
stalagmite
,
and
upon
the
stump
had
placed
a
stone
,
wherein
he
had
scooped
a
shallow
hollow
to
catch
the
precious
drop
that
fell
once
in
every
three
minutes
with
the
dreary
regularity
of
a
clock-tick
--
a
dessertspoonful
once
in
four
and
twenty
hours
.
That
drop
was
falling
when
the
Pyramids
were
new
;
when
Troy
fell
;
when
the
foundations
of
Rome
were
laid
when
Christ
was
crucified
;
when
the
Conqueror
created
the
British
empire
;
when
Columbus
sailed
;
when
the
massacre
at
Lexington
was
"
news
.
"
It
is
falling
now
;
it
will
still
be
falling
when
all
these
things
shall
have
sunk
down
the
afternoon
of
history
,
and
the
twilight
of
tradition
,
and
been
swallowed
up
in
the
thick
night
of
oblivion
.
Has
everything
a
purpose
and
a
mission
?
Did
this
drop
fall
patiently
during
five
thousand
years
to
be
ready
for
this
flitting
human
insect
's
need
?
and
has
it
another
important
object
to
accomplish
ten
thousand
years
to
come
?
No
matter
.
It
is
many
and
many
a
year
since
the
hapless
half-breed
scooped
out
the
stone
to
catch
the
priceless
drops
,
but
to
this
day
the
tourist
stares
longest
at
that
pathetic
stone
and
that
slow-dropping
water
when
he
comes
to
see
the
wonders
of
McDougal
's
cave
.
Injun
Joe
's
cup
stands
first
in
the
list
of
the
cavern
's
marvels
;
even
"
Aladdin
's
Palace
"
can
not
rival
it
.
Injun
Joe
was
buried
near
the
mouth
of
the
cave
;
and
people
flocked
there
in
boats
and
wagons
from
the
towns
and
from
all
the
farms
and
hamlets
for
seven
miles
around
;
they
brought
their
children
,
and
all
sorts
of
provisions
,
and
confessed
that
they
had
had
almost
as
satisfactory
a
time
at
the
funeral
as
they
could
have
had
at
the
hanging
.
This
funeral
stopped
the
further
growth
of
one
thing
--
the
petition
to
the
governor
for
Injun
Joe
's
pardon
.
The
petition
had
been
largely
signed
;
many
tearful
and
eloquent
meetings
had
been
held
,
and
a
committee
of
sappy
women
been
appointed
to
go
in
deep
mourning
and
wail
around
the
governor
,
and
implore
him
to
be
a
merciful
ass
and
trample
his
duty
under
foot
.
Injun
Joe
was
believed
to
have
killed
five
citizens
of
the
village
,
but
what
of
that
?
If
he
had
been
Satan
himself
there
would
have
been
plenty
of
weaklings
ready
to
scribble
their
names
to
a
pardon-petition
,
and
drip
a
tear
on
it
from
their
permanently
impaired
and
leaky
water-works
.
The
morning
after
the
funeral
Tom
took
Huck
to
a
private
place
to
have
an
important
talk
.
Huck
had
learned
all
about
Tom
's
adventure
from
the
Welshman
and
the
Widow
Douglas
,
by
this
time
,
but
Tom
said
he
reckoned
there
was
one
thing
they
had
not
told
him
;
that
thing
was
what
he
wanted
to
talk
about
now
.
Huck
's
face
saddened
.
He
said
:
