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The old man made me go to the skiff and fetch the things he had got. There was a fifty-pound sack of corn meal, and a side of bacon, ammunition, and a four-gallon jug of whisky, and an old book and two newspapers for wadding, besides some tow. I toted up a load, and went […]
Read MoreHe got to hanging around the widow’s too much and so she told him at last that if he didn’t quit using around there she would make trouble for him. Well, wasn’t he mad? He said he would show who was Huck Finn’s boss.
Read MoreHe was most fifty, and he looked it. His hair was long and tangled and greasy, and hung down, and you could see his eyes shining through like he was behind vines. It was all black, no gray; so was his long, mixed-up whiskers. There warn’t no color in his face, where his face showed; […]
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So he watched out for me one day in the spring, and catched me, and took me up the river…
There was a fifty-pound sack of corn meal, and a side of bacon, ammunition, and a four-gallon jug of whisky,…
I guessed I wouldn’t stay in one place, but just tramp right across the country, mostly night times, and hunt…
I borrowed three dollars from Judge Thatcher, and pap took it and got drunk, and went a-blowing around and cussing…
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