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A
brown
spotted
lady-bug
climbed
the
dizzy
height
of
a
grass
blade
,
and
Tom
bent
down
close
to
it
and
said
,
"
Lady-bug
,
lady-bug
,
fly
away
home
,
your
house
is
on
fire
,
your
children
's
alone
,
"
and
she
took
wing
and
went
off
to
see
about
it
--
which
did
not
surprise
the
boy
,
for
he
knew
of
old
that
this
insect
was
credulous
about
conflagrations
,
and
he
had
practised
upon
its
simplicity
more
than
once
.
A
tumblebug
came
next
,
heaving
sturdily
at
its
ball
,
and
Tom
touched
the
creature
,
to
see
it
shut
its
legs
against
its
body
and
pretend
to
be
dead
.
The
birds
were
fairly
rioting
by
this
time
.
A
catbird
,
the
Northern
mocker
,
lit
in
a
tree
over
Tom
's
head
,
and
trilled
out
her
imitations
of
her
neighbors
in
a
rapture
of
enjoyment
;
then
a
shrill
jay
swept
down
,
a
flash
of
blue
flame
,
and
stopped
on
a
twig
almost
within
the
boy
's
reach
,
cocked
his
head
to
one
side
and
eyed
the
strangers
with
a
consuming
curiosity
;
a
gray
squirrel
and
a
big
fellow
of
the
"
fox
"
kind
came
skurrying
along
,
sitting
up
at
intervals
to
inspect
and
chatter
at
the
boys
,
for
the
wild
things
had
probably
never
seen
a
human
being
before
and
scarcely
knew
whether
to
be
afraid
or
not
.
All
Nature
was
wide
awake
and
stirring
,
now
;
long
lances
of
sunlight
pierced
down
through
the
dense
foliage
far
and
near
,
and
a
few
butterflies
came
fluttering
upon
the
scene
.
Tom
stirred
up
the
other
pirates
and
they
all
clattered
away
with
a
shout
,
and
in
a
minute
or
two
were
stripped
and
chasing
after
and
tumbling
over
each
other
in
the
shallow
limpid
water
of
the
white
sandbar
.
They
felt
no
longing
for
the
little
village
sleeping
in
the
distance
beyond
the
majestic
waste
of
water
.
A
vagrant
current
or
a
slight
rise
in
the
river
had
carried
off
their
raft
,
but
this
only
gratified
them
,
since
its
going
was
something
like
burning
the
bridge
between
them
and
civilization
.
They
came
back
to
camp
wonderfully
refreshed
,
glad-hearted
,
and
ravenous
;
and
they
soon
had
the
camp-fire
blazing
up
again
.
Huck
found
a
spring
of
clear
cold
water
close
by
,
and
the
boys
made
cups
of
broad
oak
or
hickory
leaves
,
and
felt
that
water
,
sweetened
with
such
a
wildwood
charm
as
that
,
would
be
a
good
enough
substitute
for
coffee
.
While
Joe
was
slicing
bacon
for
breakfast
,
Tom
and
Huck
asked
him
to
hold
on
a
minute
;
they
stepped
to
a
promising
nook
in
the
river-bank
and
threw
in
their
lines
;
almost
immediately
they
had
reward
.
Joe
had
not
had
time
to
get
impatient
before
they
were
back
again
with
some
handsome
bass
,
a
couple
of
sun-perch
and
a
small
catfish
--
provisions
enough
for
quite
a
family
.
They
fried
the
fish
with
the
bacon
,
and
were
astonished
;
for
no
fish
had
ever
seemed
so
delicious
before
.
They
did
not
know
that
the
quicker
a
fresh-water
fish
is
on
the
fire
after
he
is
caught
the
better
he
is
;
and
they
reflected
little
upon
what
a
sauce
open-air
sleeping
,
open-air
exercise
,
bathing
,
and
a
large
ingredient
of
hunger
make
,
too
.
They
lay
around
in
the
shade
,
after
breakfast
,
while
Huck
had
a
smoke
,
and
then
went
off
through
the
woods
on
an
exploring
expedition
.
They
tramped
gayly
along
,
over
decaying
logs
,
through
tangled
underbrush
,
among
solemn
monarchs
of
the
forest
,
hung
from
their
crowns
to
the
ground
with
a
drooping
regalia
of
grape-vines
.
Now
and
then
they
came
upon
snug
nooks
carpeted
with
grass
and
jeweled
with
flowers
.
They
found
plenty
of
things
to
be
delighted
with
,
but
nothing
to
be
astonished
at
.
They
discovered
that
the
island
was
about
three
miles
long
and
a
quarter
of
a
mile
wide
,
and
that
the
shore
it
lay
closest
to
was
only
separated
from
it
by
a
narrow
channel
hardly
two
hundred
yards
wide
.
They
took
a
swim
about
every
hour
,
so
it
was
close
upon
the
middle
of
the
afternoon
when
they
got
back
to
camp
.
They
were
too
hungry
to
stop
to
fish
,
but
they
fared
sumptuously
upon
cold
ham
,
and
then
threw
themselves
down
in
the
shade
to
talk
.
But
the
talk
soon
began
to
drag
,
and
then
died
.
The
stillness
,
the
solemnity
that
brooded
in
the
woods
,
and
the
sense
of
loneliness
,
began
to
tell
upon
the
spirits
of
the
boys
.
They
fell
to
thinking
.
A
sort
of
undefined
longing
crept
upon
them
.
This
took
dim
shape
,
presently
--
it
was
budding
homesickness
.
Even
Finn
the
Red-Handed
was
dreaming
of
his
doorsteps
and
empty
hogsheads
.
But
they
were
all
ashamed
of
their
weakness
,
and
none
was
brave
enough
to
speak
his
thought
.
For
some
time
,
now
,
the
boys
had
been
dully
conscious
of
a
peculiar
sound
in
the
distance
,
just
as
one
sometimes
is
of
the
ticking
of
a
clock
which
he
takes
no
distinct
note
of
.
But
now
this
mysterious
sound
became
more
pronounced
,
and
forced
a
recognition
.
The
boys
started
,
glanced
at
each
other
,
and
then
each
assumed
a
listening
attitude
.
There
was
a
long
silence
,
profound
and
unbroken
;
then
a
deep
,
sullen
boom
came
floating
down
out
of
the
distance
.
"
What
is
it
!
"
exclaimed
Joe
,
under
his
breath
.
"
I
wonder
,
"
said
Tom
in
a
whisper
.
