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The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

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One night we catched a little section of a lumber raft—nice pine planks. It was twelve foot wide and about fifteen or sixteen foot long, and the top stood above water six or seven inches—a solid, level floor. We could see saw-logs go by in the daylight sometimes, but we let them go; we didn’t show ourselves in daylight. One night we caught a small portion of a log raft made out of some fine pine planks. It was twelve feet wide and about fifteen or sixteen feet long, and the top rose above the water about six or seven inches to make a solid, level floor. We could see boards like these float by sometimes during the day, but we’d let them go because we didn’t ever show ourselves in the daylight.
Another night when we was up at the head of the island, just before daylight, here comes a frame-house down, on the west side. She was a two-story, and tilted over considerable. We paddled out and got aboard—clumb in at an upstairs window. But it was too dark to see yet, so we made the canoe fast and set in her to wait for daylight. Another night when we were up at the head of the island just before dawn, a frame house came floating down the river on the west side of the island. It was a two-story house that was tilted over to one side. We paddled out to it and climbed in through an upstairs window. But it was still too dark to see anything, so we hid the canoe and sat inside to wait for daylight.
The light begun to come before we got to the foot of the island. Then we looked in at the window. We could make out a bed, and a table, and two old chairs, and lots of things around about on the floor, and there was clothes hanging against the wall. There was something laying on the floor in the far corner that looked like a man. So Jim says: Daylight began to creep in before we reached the foot of the island. We looked in through one window and could make out a bed, a table, two old chairs, some clothes hanging against the wall, and lots of things scattered on the floor. There was something that looked like a man lying on the floor in the far corner. Jim said:
“Hello, you!” “Hello there!”
But it didn’t budge. So I hollered again, and then Jim says: But it didn’t budge. So I yelled again, and then Jim said:
“De man ain’t asleep—he’s dead. You hold still—I’ll go en see.” “That man isn’t asleep—he’s dead. You hold the canoe still, and I’ll go and see.”
He went, and bent down and looked, and says: He went over to the man, bend down and looked, and said:
“It’s a dead man. Yes, indeedy; naked, too. He’s ben shot in de back. I reck’n he’s ben dead two er three days. Come in, Huck, but doan’ look at his face—it’s too gashly.” “It’s a dead man. Yes, indeed. He’s naked too. He’s been shot in the back. I reckon he’s been dead two or three days. Come on in, Huck, but don’t look at his face—it’s too ghastly.”
I didn’t look at him at all. Jim throwed some old rags over him, but he needn’t done it; I didn’t want to see him. There was heaps of old greasy cards scattered around over the floor, and old whisky bottles, and a couple of masks made out of black cloth; and all over the walls was the ignorantest kind of words and pictures made with charcoal. There was two old dirty calico dresses, and a sun-bonnet, and some women’s underclothes hanging against the wall, and some men’s clothing, too. We put the lot into the canoe—it might come good. There was a boy’s old speckled straw hat on the floor; I took that, too. And there was a bottle that had had milk in it, and it had a rag stopper for a baby to suck. We would a took the bottle, but it was broke. There was a seedy old chest, and an old hair trunk with the hinges broke. They stood open, but there warn’t nothing left in them that was any account. The way things was scattered about we reckoned the people left in a hurry, and warn’t fixed so as to carry off most of their stuff. I didn’t look at the man at all. Jim threw some old rags over him, but he didn’t need to because I didn’t want to see him. There were piles of old, greasy cards scattered all over the floor along with old whisky bottles and a couple of masks made out of black cloth. And the stupidest kinds of words and pictures were written all over the walls in charcoal. There were two old, dirty calico dresses, a sun bonnet, and some women’s underclothes hanging against the wall along with some men’s clothing. We put all of this stuff into the canoe, since it might come in handy. There was a boy’s old speckled straw hat on the floor, and I tookt hat too. There was a rag stopper for a baby to suck and a bottle that had once had milk in it, which we would have taken had it not been broken. There was also a worn out old chest and and old hair trunk with broken hinges. They stood open, but there wasn’t anything of value left in them. The way everything was scattered around made us think that the people had left in a hurry and were unable to take most of their stuff.
We got an old tin lantern, and a butcher-knife without any handle, and a bran-new Barlow knife worth two bits in any store, and a lot of tallow candles, and a tin candlestick, and a gourd, and a tin cup, and a ratty old bedquilt off the bed, and a reticule with needles and pins and beeswax and buttons and thread and all such truck in it, and a hatchet and some nails, and a fishline as thick as my little finger with some monstrous hooks on it, and a roll of buckskin, and a leather dog-collar, and a horseshoe, and some vials of medicine that didn’t have no label on them; and just as we was leaving I found a tolerable good curry-comb, and Jim he found a ratty old fiddle-bow, and a wooden leg. The straps was broke off of it, but, barring that, it was a good enough leg, though it was too long for me and not long enough for Jim, and we couldn’t find the other one, though we hunted all around. We got an old tin lantern, a butcher knife that didn’t have a handle, some tallow candles, a tin candlestick, a hatchet, some nails, a fishline as thick as my little finger that had some giant fishhooks on it, a roll of buckskin, a leather dog collar, a horshoe, some vials of unlabeled medicine, a gourd, a tin cup, a ratty old bed quilt off the bed, and a brand new Barlow pocket knife that would sell for twenty-five cents at any store. We also got a handbag that had needles, pins, beeswax, buttons, thread, and a bunch of other stuff in it. And just as we were leaving I found a good

curry-comb

a brush used for grooming horses

curry-comb
, and Jim found a ratty old bow-fiddle and a wooden leg. The straps were broken off it, but other than that, it was a decent leg even though it was too long for me and not long enough for Jim. We looked all over the place, but we couldn’t find the other one.
And so, take it all around, we made a good haul. When we was ready to shove off we was a quarter of a mile below the island, and it was pretty broad day; so I made Jim lay down in the canoe and cover up with the quilt, because if he set up people could tell he was a nigger a good ways off. I paddled over to the Illinois shore, and drifted down most a half a mile doing it. I crept up the dead water under the bank, and hadn’t no accidents and didn’t see nobody. We got home all safe. All in all, we made a good haul. By the time we were ready to shove off, we had floated a quarter of a mile below the island. It was a fairly clear day, so I made Jim lie down in the canoe, underneath the quilt. People would notice that he was a n----- if he were sitting up. I paddled over to the Illinois shore and drifted downstream about a half a mile in the process. I paddled slowly through the still water under the riverbank. I didn’t get into any accidents or see anybody. We got home safe.

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