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As
the
night
deepened
,
Huck
began
to
nod
,
and
presently
to
snore
.
Joe
followed
next
.
Tom
lay
upon
his
elbow
motionless
,
for
some
time
,
watching
the
two
intently
.
At
last
he
got
up
cautiously
,
on
his
knees
,
and
went
searching
among
the
grass
and
the
flickering
reflections
flung
by
the
camp-fire
.
He
picked
up
and
inspected
several
large
semi-cylinders
of
the
thin
white
bark
of
a
sycamore
,
and
finally
chose
two
which
seemed
to
suit
him
.
Then
he
knelt
by
the
fire
and
painfully
wrote
something
upon
each
of
these
with
his
"
red
keel
"
;
one
he
rolled
up
and
put
in
his
jacket
pocket
,
and
the
other
he
put
in
Joe
's
hat
and
removed
it
to
a
little
distance
from
the
owner
.
And
he
also
put
into
the
hat
certain
schoolboy
treasures
of
almost
inestimable
value
--
among
them
a
lump
of
chalk
,
an
India-rubber
ball
,
three
fishhooks
,
and
one
of
that
kind
of
marbles
known
as
a
"
sure
'n
ough
crystal
.
"
Then
he
tiptoed
his
way
cautiously
among
the
trees
till
he
felt
that
he
was
out
of
hearing
,
and
straightway
broke
into
a
keen
run
in
the
direction
of
the
sandbar
.
A
few
minutes
later
Tom
was
in
the
shoal
water
of
the
bar
,
wading
toward
the
Illinois
shore
.
Before
the
depth
reached
his
middle
he
was
half-way
over
;
the
current
would
permit
no
more
wading
,
now
,
so
he
struck
out
confidently
to
swim
the
remaining
hundred
yards
.
He
swam
quartering
upstream
,
but
still
was
swept
downward
rather
faster
than
he
had
expected
.
However
,
he
reached
the
shore
finally
,
and
drifted
along
till
he
found
a
low
place
and
drew
himself
out
.
He
put
his
hand
on
his
jacket
pocket
,
found
his
piece
of
bark
safe
,
and
then
struck
through
the
woods
,
following
the
shore
,
with
streaming
garments
.
Shortly
before
ten
o'clock
he
came
out
into
an
open
place
opposite
the
village
,
and
saw
the
ferryboat
lying
in
the
shadow
of
the
trees
and
the
high
bank
.
Everything
was
quiet
under
the
blinking
stars
.
He
crept
down
the
bank
,
watching
with
all
his
eyes
,
slipped
into
the
water
,
swam
three
or
four
strokes
and
climbed
into
the
skiff
that
did
"
yawl
"
duty
at
the
boat
's
stern
.
He
laid
himself
down
under
the
thwarts
and
waited
,
panting
.
Presently
the
cracked
bell
tapped
and
a
voice
gave
the
order
to
"
cast
off
.
"
A
minute
or
two
later
the
skiff
's
head
was
standing
high
up
,
against
the
boat
's
swell
,
and
the
voyage
was
begun
.
Tom
felt
happy
in
his
success
,
for
he
knew
it
was
the
boat
's
last
trip
for
the
night
.
At
the
end
of
a
long
twelve
or
fifteen
minutes
the
wheels
stopped
,
and
Tom
slipped
overboard
and
swam
ashore
in
the
dusk
,
landing
fifty
yards
downstream
,
out
of
danger
of
possible
stragglers
.
He
flew
along
unfrequented
alleys
,
and
shortly
found
himself
at
his
aunt
's
back
fence
.
He
climbed
over
,
approached
the
"
ell
,
"
and
looked
in
at
the
sitting-room
window
,
for
a
light
was
burning
there
.
There
sat
Aunt
Polly
,
Sid
,
Mary
,
and
Joe
Harper
's
mother
,
grouped
together
,
talking
.
They
were
by
the
bed
,
and
the
bed
was
between
them
and
the
door
.
Tom
went
to
the
door
and
began
to
softly
lift
the
latch
;
then
he
pressed
gently
and
the
door
yielded
a
crack
;
he
continued
pushing
cautiously
,
and
quaking
every
time
it
creaked
,
till
he
judged
he
might
squeeze
through
on
his
knees
;
so
he
put
his
head
through
and
began
,
warily
.
"
What
makes
the
candle
blow
so
?
"
said
Aunt
Polly
.
Tom
hurried
up
.
"
Why
,
that
door
's
open
,
I
believe
.
Why
,
of
course
it
is
.
No
end
of
strange
things
now
.
Go
'
long
and
shut
it
,
Sid
.
"
Tom
disappeared
under
the
bed
just
in
time
.
He
lay
and
"
breathed
"
himself
for
a
time
,
and
then
crept
to
where
he
could
almost
touch
his
aunt
's
foot
.
"
But
as
I
was
saying
,
"
said
Aunt
Polly
,
"
he
war
n't
BAD
,
so
to
say
--
only
mischEEvous
.
Only
just
giddy
,
and
harum-scarum
,
you
know
.
He
war
n't
any
more
responsible
than
a
colt
.
HE
never
meant
any
harm
,
and
he
was
the
best-hearted
boy
that
ever
was
"
--
and
she
began
to
cry
.
"
It
was
just
so
with
my
Joe
--
always
full
of
his
devilment
,
and
up
to
every
kind
of
mischief
,
but
he
was
just
as
unselfish
and
kind
as
he
could
be
--
and
laws
bless
me
,
to
think
I
went
and
whipped
him
for
taking
that
cream
,
never
once
recollecting
that
I
throwed
it
out
myself
because
it
was
sour
,
and
I
never
to
see
him
again
in
this
world
,
never
,
never
,
never
,
poor
abused
boy
!
"
And
Mrs.
Harper
sobbed
as
if
her
heart
would
break
.
"
I
hope
Tom
's
better
off
where
he
is
,
"
said
Sid
,
"
but
if
he
'd
been
better
in
some
ways
--
"
