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"
Do
n't
talk
about
it
,
Tom
.
I
've
tried
it
,
and
it
do
n't
work
;
it
do
n't
work
,
Tom
.
It
ai
n't
for
me
;
I
ai
n't
used
to
it
.
The
widder
's
good
to
me
,
and
friendly
;
but
I
ca
n't
stand
them
ways
.
She
makes
me
get
up
just
at
the
same
time
every
morning
;
she
makes
me
wash
,
they
comb
me
all
to
thunder
;
she
wo
n't
let
me
sleep
in
the
woodshed
;
I
got
to
wear
them
blamed
clothes
that
just
smothers
me
,
Tom
;
they
do
n't
seem
to
any
air
git
through
'em
,
somehow
;
and
they
're
so
rotten
nice
that
I
ca
n't
set
down
,
nor
lay
down
,
nor
roll
around
anywher
's
;
I
hai
n't
slid
on
a
cellar-door
for
--
well
,
it
'
pears
to
be
years
;
I
got
to
go
to
church
and
sweat
and
sweat
--
I
hate
them
ornery
sermons
!
I
ca
n't
ketch
a
fly
in
there
,
I
ca
n't
chaw
.
I
got
to
wear
shoes
all
Sunday
.
The
widder
eats
by
a
bell
;
she
goes
to
bed
by
a
bell
;
she
gits
up
by
a
bell
--
everything
's
so
awful
reg
'
lar
a
body
ca
n't
stand
it
.
"
"
Well
,
everybody
does
that
way
,
Huck
.
"
"
Tom
,
it
do
n't
make
no
difference
.
I
ai
n't
everybody
,
and
I
ca
n't
STAND
it
.
It
's
awful
to
be
tied
up
so
.
And
grub
comes
too
easy
--
I
do
n't
take
no
interest
in
vittles
,
that
way
.
I
got
to
ask
to
go
a-fishing
;
I
got
to
ask
to
go
in
a-swimming
--
dern
'd
if
I
hai
n't
got
to
ask
to
do
everything
.
Well
,
I
'd
got
to
talk
so
nice
it
was
n't
no
comfort
--
I
'd
got
to
go
up
in
the
attic
and
rip
out
awhile
,
every
day
,
to
git
a
taste
in
my
mouth
,
or
I
'd
a
died
,
Tom
.
The
widder
would
n't
let
me
smoke
;
she
would
n't
let
me
yell
,
she
would
n't
let
me
gape
,
nor
stretch
,
nor
scratch
,
before
folks
--
"
(
Then
with
a
spasm
of
special
irritation
and
injury
)
--
"
And
dad
fetch
it
,
she
prayed
all
the
time
!
I
never
see
such
a
woman
!
I
HAD
to
shove
,
Tom
--
I
just
had
to
.
And
besides
,
that
school
's
going
to
open
,
and
I
'd
a
had
to
go
to
it
--
well
,
I
would
n't
stand
THAT
,
Tom
.
Looky
here
,
Tom
,
being
rich
ai
n't
what
it
's
cracked
up
to
be
.
It
's
just
worry
and
worry
,
and
sweat
and
sweat
,
and
a-wishing
you
was
dead
all
the
time
.
Now
these
clothes
suits
me
,
and
this
bar
'
l
suits
me
,
and
I
ai
n't
ever
going
to
shake
'em
any
more
.
Tom
,
I
would
n't
ever
got
into
all
this
trouble
if
it
had
n't
'
a
'
ben
for
that
money
;
now
you
just
take
my
sheer
of
it
along
with
your
'n
,
and
gim
me
a
ten-center
sometimes
--
not
many
times
,
becuz
I
do
n't
give
a
dern
for
a
thing
'
thout
it
's
tollable
hard
to
git
--
and
you
go
and
beg
off
for
me
with
the
widder
.
"
"
Oh
,
Huck
,
you
know
I
ca
n't
do
that
.
'
Tai
n't
fair
;
and
besides
if
you
'll
try
this
thing
just
a
while
longer
you
'll
come
to
like
it
.
"
"
Like
it
!
Yes
--
the
way
I
'd
like
a
hot
stove
if
I
was
to
set
on
it
long
enough
.
No
,
Tom
,
I
wo
n't
be
rich
,
and
I
wo
n't
live
in
them
cussed
smothery
houses
.
I
like
the
woods
,
and
the
river
,
and
hogsheads
,
and
I
'll
stick
to
'em
,
too
.
Blame
it
all
!
just
as
we
'd
got
guns
,
and
a
cave
,
and
all
just
fixed
to
rob
,
here
this
dern
foolishness
has
got
to
come
up
and
spile
it
all
!
"
Tom
saw
his
opportunity
--
"
Lookyhere
,
Huck
,
being
rich
ai
n't
going
to
keep
me
back
from
turning
robber
.
"
"
No
!
Oh
,
good-licks
;
are
you
in
real
dead-wood
earnest
,
Tom
?
"
"
Just
as
dead
earnest
as
I
'm
sitting
here
.
But
Huck
,
we
ca
n't
let
you
into
the
gang
if
you
ai
n't
respectable
,
you
know
.
"
