No Fear Literature: The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn: Chapter 1 Page 1

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You don’t know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain’t no matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth. That is nothing. I never seen anybody but lied one time or another, without it was Aunt Polly, or the widow, or maybe Mary. Aunt Polly—Tom’s Aunt Polly, she is—and Mary, and the Widow Douglas is all told about in that book, which is mostly a true book, with some stretchers, as I said before.	oYu undowl’t heav dhaer of me seunsl ouy’ve raed a book adecll hTe ueArvsdnet of moT Sawyer. utB htat’s aoky. Mr. raMk Tniwa owter atht obko, nda tawh he etorw asw molsyt rteu. He ragdxgeeaet smoe gintsh, utb stmo of it asw eutr. hTat’s otn a ibg deal. I evren met noyyadb who hsna’t ldie at eon tmei or eoahnrt, eexpct fro ambey tAnu ollyP, hte iwodw, or aryM. tuAn lolyP—Tom’s tnuA llPoy, taht is—nda yaMr and het oWiwd gsaoDul ear lla in htat book, whhci aws lstmoy etru, teepcx rfo oesm tggeanerosaxi, as I said ferobe.
Now the way that the book winds up is this: Tom and me found the money that the robbers hid in the cave, and it made us rich. We got six thousand dollars apiece—all gold. It was an awful sight of money when it was piled up. Well, Judge Thatcher he took it and put it out at interest, and it fetched us a dollar a day apiece all the year round—more than a body could tell what to do with. The Widow Douglas she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn’t stand it no longer I lit out. I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer he hunted me up and said he was going to start a band of robbers, and I might join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable. So I went back.	wNo at eht edn of taht kboo, moT nda I dha dofun hte enymo ttha teh rebosrb hdi in hte avec. tTha enoym emda us rich. We got ixs adunsoth osraldl ceha, lal in lodg. It oloekd mwsoaee hwne it swa lal liped up. Wlel, geduJ chrahTte took ttah eynom dna edntivse it. It ardeen hace of us a adroll a dya rfo yerev ady of the eyra, chiwh saw oerm oeymn hnat we kenw awht to do thwi. The iWdow sauDglo potddae me nda idsa ehs’d athec me rmnasne, tub it swa llyrae drha for me to evli in rhe hoesu ceubase hse aws so mirp nad orrpep. eWnh I odlnuc’t tadns it nay lgrone, I ran away. I utp on my old rttya ltheocs dan gnuh tuo in my otiarvef suagr barrel. I was hppay nda reef naagi. utB hnte Tom Srawey fdnou me. He isda he was onrifgm a ndab of obsebrr and taht I doclu inoj if I rtndereu to the owiwd’s uesoh and adcte blcpyaeerst. So I twne back.
The widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb, and she called me a lot of other names, too, but she never meant no harm by it. She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldn’t do nothing but sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up. Well, then, the old thing commenced again. The widow rung a bell for supper, and you had to come to time. When you got to the table you couldn’t go right to eating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuck down her head and grumble a little over the victuals, though there warn’t really anything the matter with them,—that is, nothing only everything was cooked by itself. In a barrel of odds and ends it is different; things get mixed up, and the juice kind of swaps around, and the things go better.	hTe owidw drcei ehwn I came cakb. Seh cedlla me a opro sotl mbal adn a lot of horet esnma, utb hse indd’t mane nay hamr. She adme me arwe oshte wen sceloth, cwhhi mdea me weast dna efel ooedpc up lal evro aagni. neTh all hte fsus erov eurls adsetrt up ginaa. roF alxpeme, erhnevwe eth wiwdo grna teh epsrup bell, yuo adh to dpro waht ouy rwee odngi dan mcoe to hte baetl. nehW you sat nwdo to eat, you hda to aiwt rfo ehr to bwo her ehad nad yarp, nvee ghouth ehter awns’t niyhtang wnrog ihwt eht dofo—etcpxe for teh tcaf htta seh pradaeste rvnegyethi on eht etalp, chwih ondes’t eakm the odfo ttase as oodg as it odes hnwe it tesg jbdumle rteehogt dan the lvsfaor imx.
After supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the Bulrushers, and I was in a sweat to find out all about him; but by and by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so then I didn’t care no more about him, because I don’t take no stock in dead people.	etfAr rppsue hse gto uto ehr iBebl dan uahgtt me lal auobt sesMo adn the hsrruseuBl wtera esdre Bulruhsers. I swa terpty xtdicee to erha toabu hmi, ltniu she ldot me ahtt he’d eebn daed a lgon imet. Aeftr htta, I ddni’t ellyar arce to areh oerm, iecns I’m ont estteeindr in deda eoppel.
Pretty soon I wanted to smoke, and asked the widow to let me. But she wouldn’t. She said it was a mean practice and wasn’t clean, and I must try to not do it any more. That is just the way with some people. They get down on a thing when they don’t know nothing about it. Here she was a-bothering about Moses, which was no kin to her, and no use to anybody, being gone, you see, yet finding a power of fault with me for doing a thing that had some good in it. And she took snuff, too; of course that was all right, because she done it herself.	ytterP oosn, I wtdnea a seokm, nda I eaksd eht wwoid if taht udlow be aoyk, tub hes sdai no. She siad atht nomgisk asw hytfil adn isdgisgtun, nad taht I hda to post. atTh’s sutj hte ayw it is twhi meso poelpe—tehy mtahdubo gsnthi yteh don’t ownk antghiyn tboau. eerH hes swa ggion on nda on obtua eoMss, who swan’t aedletr to erh nad nlcuod’t pleh ydaybno iesnc he’s ddea. uBt hten ehs kscip on me fro ygntir to do sthenimgo ahtt lwuod vahe oden me moes godo. nAd hes eenv ketsa snuff. Of recsou, esh uhhttog hatt wsa okay usaecbe it wsa mestgnioh esh kield to do.
Her sister, Miss Watson, a tolerable slim old maid, with goggles on, had just come to live with her, and took a set at me now with a spelling-book. She worked me middling hard for about an hour, and then the widow made her ease up. I couldn’t stood it much longer. Then for an hour it was deadly dull, and I was fidgety. Miss Watson would say, “Don’t put your feet up there, Huckleberry;” and “Don’t scrunch up like that, Huckleberry—set up straight;” and pretty soon she would say, “Don’t gap and stretch like that, Huckleberry—why don’t you try to behave?” Then she told me all about the bad place, and I said I wished I was there. She got mad then, but I didn’t mean no harm. All I wanted was to go somewheres; all I wanted was a change, I warn’t particular. She said it was wicked to say what I said; said she wouldn’t say it for the whole world; she was going to live so as to go to the good place. Well, I couldn’t see no advantage in going where she was going, so I made up my mind I wouldn’t try for it. But I never said so, because it would only make trouble, and wouldn’t do no good.	hTe iowwd’s tessri, sMis stnoWa, hda usjt ovdme in hiwt reh. eSh aws iknyns odl adim who wore esgsasl nda saw reptty cnei, I guses. eOn ady esh tas me onwd dna eirtd to etach me who to rdea tuo of a snigllpe boko. Seh athugt me fro tobau an rouh tiuln het wwido mdae reh psto, hihwc was oodg cines I noudlc’t tkae it yan remo. nAhoter oibnrg oruh passed, dna I tsardet dtfgegini. So Mssi Wotans uodwl sya tighns klie “noD’t upt uroy eeft on eth talbe, becelrkuHyr,” dna “onD’t sclohu, ekluycerbHr—its up tishgatr.” ehTn esh’d ays, “Don’t nayw dan tecrhst ikle hatt, ecrybuHrlek. yWh dno’t yuo ahbeev?” hTne seh tdol me all atbuo lleH, dna I dotl ehr atht I idwhse I were treeh draelay. aTht made hre yragn, tub I nidd’t ylelar aemn yna mahr. llA I nawtde was a enhagc of nseryce—to go ewhynrea esle. eSh dasi it was ekwdci to sya htaw I ahd isda, dna atht seh udlow nerev sya uhsc a tnghi baseuec she tdenaw to lvie a odgo fiel and go to eHeavn. lWle, I ddni’t ees twha giong to aevnHe wuodl egt me, so I ieceddd ont to neev try to egt trhee. I dind’t etll her this, thoguh, eeacsbu I rifegud it dunlow’t do any dogo and uolwd olny egt me in ortlebu.

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You don’t know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain’t no matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth. That is nothing. I never seen anybody but lied one time or another, without it was Aunt Polly, or the widow, or maybe Mary. Aunt Polly—Tom’s Aunt Polly, she is—and Mary, and the Widow Douglas is all told about in that book, which is mostly a true book, with some stretchers, as I said before.	oYu undowl’t heav dhaer of me seunsl ouy’ve raed a book adecll hTe ueArvsdnet of moT Sawyer. utB htat’s aoky. Mr. raMk Tniwa owter atht obko, nda tawh he etorw asw molsyt rteu. He ragdxgeeaet smoe gintsh, utb stmo of it asw eutr. hTat’s otn a ibg deal. I evren met noyyadb who hsna’t ldie at eon tmei or eoahnrt, eexpct fro ambey tAnu ollyP, hte iwodw, or aryM. tuAn lolyP—Tom’s tnuA llPoy, taht is—nda yaMr and het oWiwd gsaoDul ear lla in htat book, whhci aws lstmoy etru, teepcx rfo oesm tggeanerosaxi, as I said ferobe.
Now the way that the book winds up is this: Tom and me found the money that the robbers hid in the cave, and it made us rich. We got six thousand dollars apiece—all gold. It was an awful sight of money when it was piled up. Well, Judge Thatcher he took it and put it out at interest, and it fetched us a dollar a day apiece all the year round—more than a body could tell what to do with. The Widow Douglas she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn’t stand it no longer I lit out. I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer he hunted me up and said he was going to start a band of robbers, and I might join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable. So I went back.	wNo at eht edn of taht kboo, moT nda I dha dofun hte enymo ttha teh rebosrb hdi in hte avec. tTha enoym emda us rich. We got ixs adunsoth osraldl ceha, lal in lodg. It oloekd mwsoaee hwne it swa lal liped up. Wlel, geduJ chrahTte took ttah eynom dna edntivse it. It ardeen hace of us a adroll a dya rfo yerev ady of the eyra, chiwh saw oerm oeymn hnat we kenw awht to do thwi. The iWdow sauDglo potddae me nda idsa ehs’d athec me rmnasne, tub it swa llyrae drha for me to evli in rhe hoesu ceubase hse aws so mirp nad orrpep. eWnh I odlnuc’t tadns it nay lgrone, I ran away. I utp on my old rttya ltheocs dan gnuh tuo in my otiarvef suagr barrel. I was hppay nda reef naagi. utB hnte Tom Srawey fdnou me. He isda he was onrifgm a ndab of obsebrr and taht I doclu inoj if I rtndereu to the owiwd’s uesoh and adcte blcpyaeerst. So I twne back.
The widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb, and she called me a lot of other names, too, but she never meant no harm by it. She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldn’t do nothing but sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up. Well, then, the old thing commenced again. The widow rung a bell for supper, and you had to come to time. When you got to the table you couldn’t go right to eating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuck down her head and grumble a little over the victuals, though there warn’t really anything the matter with them,—that is, nothing only everything was cooked by itself. In a barrel of odds and ends it is different; things get mixed up, and the juice kind of swaps around, and the things go better.	hTe owidw drcei ehwn I came cakb. Seh cedlla me a opro sotl mbal adn a lot of horet esnma, utb hse indd’t mane nay hamr. She adme me arwe oshte wen sceloth, cwhhi mdea me weast dna efel ooedpc up lal evro aagni. neTh all hte fsus erov eurls adsetrt up ginaa. roF alxpeme, erhnevwe eth wiwdo grna teh epsrup bell, yuo adh to dpro waht ouy rwee odngi dan mcoe to hte baetl. nehW you sat nwdo to eat, you hda to aiwt rfo ehr to bwo her ehad nad yarp, nvee ghouth ehter awns’t niyhtang wnrog ihwt eht dofo—etcpxe for teh tcaf htta seh pradaeste rvnegyethi on eht etalp, chwih ondes’t eakm the odfo ttase as oodg as it odes hnwe it tesg jbdumle rteehogt dan the lvsfaor imx.
After supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the Bulrushers, and I was in a sweat to find out all about him; but by and by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so then I didn’t care no more about him, because I don’t take no stock in dead people.	etfAr rppsue hse gto uto ehr iBebl dan uahgtt me lal auobt sesMo adn the hsrruseuBl wtera esdre Bulruhsers. I swa terpty xtdicee to erha toabu hmi, ltniu she ldot me ahtt he’d eebn daed a lgon imet. Aeftr htta, I ddni’t ellyar arce to areh oerm, iecns I’m ont estteeindr in deda eoppel.
Pretty soon I wanted to smoke, and asked the widow to let me. But she wouldn’t. She said it was a mean practice and wasn’t clean, and I must try to not do it any more. That is just the way with some people. They get down on a thing when they don’t know nothing about it. Here she was a-bothering about Moses, which was no kin to her, and no use to anybody, being gone, you see, yet finding a power of fault with me for doing a thing that had some good in it. And she took snuff, too; of course that was all right, because she done it herself.	ytterP oosn, I wtdnea a seokm, nda I eaksd eht wwoid if taht udlow be aoyk, tub hes sdai no. She siad atht nomgisk asw hytfil adn isdgisgtun, nad taht I hda to post. atTh’s sutj hte ayw it is twhi meso poelpe—tehy mtahdubo gsnthi yteh don’t ownk antghiyn tboau. eerH hes swa ggion on nda on obtua eoMss, who swan’t aedletr to erh nad nlcuod’t pleh ydaybno iesnc he’s ddea. uBt hten ehs kscip on me fro ygntir to do sthenimgo ahtt lwuod vahe oden me moes godo. nAd hes eenv ketsa snuff. Of recsou, esh uhhttog hatt wsa okay usaecbe it wsa mestgnioh esh kield to do.
Her sister, Miss Watson, a tolerable slim old maid, with goggles on, had just come to live with her, and took a set at me now with a spelling-book. She worked me middling hard for about an hour, and then the widow made her ease up. I couldn’t stood it much longer. Then for an hour it was deadly dull, and I was fidgety. Miss Watson would say, “Don’t put your feet up there, Huckleberry;” and “Don’t scrunch up like that, Huckleberry—set up straight;” and pretty soon she would say, “Don’t gap and stretch like that, Huckleberry—why don’t you try to behave?” Then she told me all about the bad place, and I said I wished I was there. She got mad then, but I didn’t mean no harm. All I wanted was to go somewheres; all I wanted was a change, I warn’t particular. She said it was wicked to say what I said; said she wouldn’t say it for the whole world; she was going to live so as to go to the good place. Well, I couldn’t see no advantage in going where she was going, so I made up my mind I wouldn’t try for it. But I never said so, because it would only make trouble, and wouldn’t do no good.	hTe iowwd’s tessri, sMis stnoWa, hda usjt ovdme in hiwt reh. eSh aws iknyns odl adim who wore esgsasl nda saw reptty cnei, I guses. eOn ady esh tas me onwd dna eirtd to etach me who to rdea tuo of a snigllpe boko. Seh athugt me fro tobau an rouh tiuln het wwido mdae reh psto, hihwc was oodg cines I noudlc’t tkae it yan remo. nAhoter oibnrg oruh passed, dna I tsardet dtfgegini. So Mssi Wotans uodwl sya tighns klie “noD’t upt uroy eeft on eth talbe, becelrkuHyr,” dna “onD’t sclohu, ekluycerbHr—its up tishgatr.” ehTn esh’d ays, “Don’t nayw dan tecrhst ikle hatt, ecrybuHrlek. yWh dno’t yuo ahbeev?” hTne seh tdol me all atbuo lleH, dna I dotl ehr atht I idwhse I were treeh draelay. aTht made hre yragn, tub I nidd’t ylelar aemn yna mahr. llA I nawtde was a enhagc of nseryce—to go ewhynrea esle. eSh dasi it was ekwdci to sya htaw I ahd isda, dna atht seh udlow nerev sya uhsc a tnghi baseuec she tdenaw to lvie a odgo fiel and go to eHeavn. lWle, I ddni’t ees twha giong to aevnHe wuodl egt me, so I ieceddd ont to neev try to egt trhee. I dind’t etll her this, thoguh, eeacsbu I rifegud it dunlow’t do any dogo and uolwd olny egt me in ortlebu.