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"
I
thought
I
had
fixed
up
a
little
surprise
for
this
occasion
,
but
it
do
n't
amount
to
anything
now
.
This
one
makes
it
sing
mighty
small
,
I
'm
willing
to
allow
.
"
The
money
was
counted
.
The
sum
amounted
to
a
little
over
twelve
thousand
dollars
.
It
was
more
than
any
one
present
had
ever
seen
at
one
time
before
,
though
several
persons
were
there
who
were
worth
considerably
more
than
that
in
property
.
The
reader
may
rest
satisfied
that
Tom
's
and
Huck
's
windfall
made
a
mighty
stir
in
the
poor
little
village
of
St.
Petersburg
.
So
vast
a
sum
,
all
in
actual
cash
,
seemed
next
to
incredible
.
It
was
talked
about
,
gloated
over
,
glorified
,
until
the
reason
of
many
of
the
citizens
tottered
under
the
strain
of
the
unhealthy
excitement
.
Every
"
haunted
"
house
in
St.
Petersburg
and
the
neighboring
villages
was
dissected
,
plank
by
plank
,
and
its
foundations
dug
up
and
ransacked
for
hidden
treasure
--
and
not
by
boys
,
but
men
--
pretty
grave
,
unromantic
men
,
too
,
some
of
them
.
Wherever
Tom
and
Huck
appeared
they
were
courted
,
admired
,
stared
at
.
The
boys
were
not
able
to
remember
that
their
remarks
had
possessed
weight
before
;
but
now
their
sayings
were
treasured
and
repeated
;
everything
they
did
seemed
somehow
to
be
regarded
as
remarkable
;
they
had
evidently
lost
the
power
of
doing
and
saying
commonplace
things
;
moreover
,
their
past
history
was
raked
up
and
discovered
to
bear
marks
of
conspicuous
originality
.
The
village
paper
published
biographical
sketches
of
the
boys
.
The
Widow
Douglas
put
Huck
's
money
out
at
six
per
cent.
,
and
Judge
Thatcher
did
the
same
with
Tom
's
at
Aunt
Polly
's
request
.
Each
lad
had
an
income
,
now
,
that
was
simply
prodigious
--
a
dollar
for
every
week-day
in
the
year
and
half
of
the
Sundays
.
It
was
just
what
the
minister
got
--
no
,
it
was
what
he
was
promised
--
he
generally
could
n't
collect
it
.
A
dollar
and
a
quarter
a
week
would
board
,
lodge
,
and
school
a
boy
in
those
old
simple
days
--
and
clothe
him
and
wash
him
,
too
,
for
that
matter
.
Judge
Thatcher
had
conceived
a
great
opinion
of
Tom
.
He
said
that
no
commonplace
boy
would
ever
have
got
his
daughter
out
of
the
cave
.
When
Becky
told
her
father
,
in
strict
confidence
,
how
Tom
had
taken
her
whipping
at
school
,
the
Judge
was
visibly
moved
;
and
when
she
pleaded
grace
for
the
mighty
lie
which
Tom
had
told
in
order
to
shift
that
whipping
from
her
shoulders
to
his
own
,
the
Judge
said
with
a
fine
outburst
that
it
was
a
noble
,
a
generous
,
a
magnanimous
lie
--
a
lie
that
was
worthy
to
hold
up
its
head
and
march
down
through
history
breast
to
breast
with
George
Washington
's
lauded
Truth
about
the
hatchet
!
Becky
thought
her
father
had
never
looked
so
tall
and
so
superb
as
when
he
walked
the
floor
and
stamped
his
foot
and
said
that
.
She
went
straight
off
and
told
Tom
about
it
.
Judge
Thatcher
hoped
to
see
Tom
a
great
lawyer
or
a
great
soldier
some
day
.
He
said
he
meant
to
look
to
it
that
Tom
should
be
admitted
to
the
National
Military
Academy
and
afterward
trained
in
the
best
law
school
in
the
country
,
in
order
that
he
might
be
ready
for
either
career
or
both
.
Huck
Finn
's
wealth
and
the
fact
that
he
was
now
under
the
Widow
Douglas
'
protection
introduced
him
into
society
--
no
,
dragged
him
into
it
,
hurled
him
into
it
--
and
his
sufferings
were
almost
more
than
he
could
bear
.
The
widow
's
servants
kept
him
clean
and
neat
,
combed
and
brushed
,
and
they
bedded
him
nightly
in
unsympathetic
sheets
that
had
not
one
little
spot
or
stain
which
he
could
press
to
his
heart
and
know
for
a
friend
.
He
had
to
eat
with
a
knife
and
fork
;
he
had
to
use
napkin
,
cup
,
and
plate
;
he
had
to
learn
his
book
,
he
had
to
go
to
church
;
he
had
to
talk
so
properly
that
speech
was
become
insipid
in
his
mouth
;
whithersoever
he
turned
,
the
bars
and
shackles
of
civilization
shut
him
in
and
bound
him
hand
and
foot
.
He
bravely
bore
his
miseries
three
weeks
,
and
then
one
day
turned
up
missing
.
For
forty-eight
hours
the
widow
hunted
for
him
everywhere
in
great
distress
.
The
public
were
profoundly
concerned
;
they
searched
high
and
low
,
they
dragged
the
river
for
his
body
.
Early
the
third
morning
Tom
Sawyer
wisely
went
poking
among
some
old
empty
hogsheads
down
behind
the
abandoned
slaughter-house
,
and
in
one
of
them
he
found
the
refugee
.
Huck
had
slept
there
;
he
had
just
breakfasted
upon
some
stolen
odds
and
ends
of
food
,
and
was
lying
off
,
now
,
in
comfort
,
with
his
pipe
.
He
was
unkempt
,
uncombed
,
and
clad
in
the
same
old
ruin
of
rags
that
had
made
him
picturesque
in
the
days
when
he
was
free
and
happy
.
Tom
routed
him
out
,
told
him
the
trouble
he
had
been
causing
,
and
urged
him
to
go
home
.
Huck
's
face
lost
its
tranquil
content
,
and
took
a
melancholy
cast
.
He
said
:
