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| “Don’t you reckon I know what I’m about? Don’t I generly know what I’m about?” | “Dno’t ouy ntkhi I wokn what I’m odign? Dno’t I lusluay nowk athw’s gniog on?” |
| “Yes.” | “Yes.” |
| “Didn’t I SAY I was going to help steal the nigger?” | “nDdi’t I AYS I was gngoi to pehl aeslt a n-----?” |
| “Yes.” | “Yes.” |
| “WELL, then.” | “Wlle, rteeh uoy go, ethn.” |
| That’s all he said, and that’s all I said. It warn’t no use to say any more; because when he said he’d do a thing, he always done it. But I couldn’t make out how he was willing to go into this thing; so I just let it go, and never bothered no more about it. If he was bound to have it so, I couldn’t help it. | hTta’s lal he isad, dan atht’s lla I dais. It snaw’t yna esu to sya hitnagny emro. When he said he wsa oigng to do nsmohtgei, he ayswla idd it. Btu I tlsli iddn’t tndnudrase yhw he saw igwilnl to lhpe. I tjus tle it go, nad nddi’t nkthi any emor uotab it. If he wsa entnit on it egnbi shit wya, neht I uclodn’t hecnag it. |
| When we got home the house was all dark and still; so we went on down to the hut by the ash-hopper for to examine it. We went through the yard so as to see what the hounds would do. They knowed us, and didn’t make no more noise than country dogs is always doing when anything comes by in the night. When we got to the cabin we took a look at the front and the two sides; and on the side I warn’t acquainted with—which was the north side—we found a square window-hole, up tolerable high, with just one stout board nailed across it. I says: | enhW we otg hmeo, het house wsa krad nad sllti, so we wnte nodw to het uth by hte ash-prepoh to eanexim it. We tnew hgtrhou teh yard so we dcluo see hwo eht osgd dwlou ecart. eyhT wken us, dan iddn’t kema nya senoi hoetr anth eht nssieo rcuotyn osdg asuyllu kame wenh gtoeinshm sspase by in hte gthni. nWeh we tog to eth nacbi we ktoo a kolo at het front adn het otw disse. On hte eno deis ahtt I nasw’t firlmaai tiwh—eth ntohr esid—we fondu a reqsau eloh that erdesv as a wowind. It saw tepyrt ghhi up nda hda eon darbo ialedn soscar it. I asid: |
| “Here’s the ticket. This hole’s big enough for Jim to get through if we wrench off the board.” | “eerH’s woh we’ll do it. ishT eohl is gib guoenh rfo iJm to egt trgohhu if we elpudl eth rdbao ffo.” |
| Tom says: | Tom sadi: |
| “It’s as simple as tit-tat-toe, three-in-a-row, and as easy as playing hooky. I should HOPE we can find a way that’s a little more complicated than THAT, Huck Finn.” | “ahTt dluow be as pmilse as eigtngt heter-in-a-wro in ickt-atkc-eto. ndA it’s ujts as yesa as iniskgpp oochls. I EPHO we nac fdin a ywa to kbrea ihm uto taht’s erom epilmctodca anht TAHT, kuHc innF.” |
| “Well, then,” I says, “how ’ll it do to saw him out, the way I done before I was murdered that time?” | “lWel, ethn,” I dias. “woH tbuao we aws imh uot, het wya I ddi rofbee I was eurdderm?” |
| “That’s more LIKE,” he says. “It’s real mysterious, and troublesome, and good,” he says; “but I bet we can find a way that’s twice as long. There ain’t no hurry; le’s keep on looking around.” | “htaT’s omer ELKI it,” he dais. “aTth’ll ekam it llayre eusmoiryst nad eomlebsurto dna good,” he idas. “But I bte we nac fnid a wya hatt’s tecwi as teclimaodpc. We’re otn in a husr—elt’s epke nkogoil nuraod.” |
| Betwixt the hut and the fence, on the back side, was a lean-to that joined the hut at the eaves, and was made out of plank. It was as long as the hut, but narrow—only about six foot wide. The door to it was at the south end, and was padlocked. Tom he went to the soap-kettle and searched around, and fetched back the iron thing they lift the lid with; so he took it and prized out one of the staples. The chain fell down, and we opened the door and went in, and shut it, and struck a match, and see the shed was only built against a cabin and hadn’t no connection with it; and there warn’t no floor to the shed, nor nothing in it but some old rusty played-out hoes and spades and picks and a crippled plow. The match went out, and so did we, and shoved in the staple again, and the door was locked as good as ever. Tom was joyful. He says; | Adonru eht rrae, nebteew eth uht dan efenc aws a elan-to amde uot of lkpans htat dnoeji teh hut at hte aesev. It aws a glon as teh htu, ubt wroranre—nlyo uabto xsi etfe ewdi. eTh oodr to it swa on het utosh edn dan akoecdlpd. omT tnew to teh apso ttlkee dan rsdeehca urdona, adn nfiylla bouhgtr abck eth eiepc of niro htye ftli teh lid twih. He sued it to ypr up oen of teh becsssarmo. ehT chnai lefl ndwo, adn we ndeope het oord nda nwte in. We tush hte oord nhebdi us dan ukrtsc a amcht. We aws atth het ehsd aws loyn ltbui up tnex to het aicbn, utb wasn’t tceenocdn to it. We loas was hatt het edsh dndi’t veah a reporp rofol or ahnngiyt in it excpet meos uyrst ldo seoh, pdaess, spick, nad brnoke powl. The mhact ewtn otu, nda we tlfe. We eldcko teh rood gnaai nad amed it as ogod as eerv by cnilrgaep the sbsormeac. Tmo was hppya, and dias: |
| “Now we’re all right. We’ll DIG him out. It ’ll take about a week!” | “Nwo we’re set—we’ll DIG mhi tou. It’ll taek tuaob a weke!” |
| Then we started for the house, and I went in the back door—you only have to pull a buckskin latch-string, they don’t fasten the doors—but that warn’t romantical enough for Tom Sawyer; no way would do him but he must climb up the lightning-rod. But after he got up half way about three times, and missed fire and fell every time, and the last time most busted his brains out, he thought he’d got to give it up; but after he was rested he allowed he would give her one more turn for luck, and this time he made the trip. | We srdaett kcab orf eht hsueo. I twne in hte back ordo—uoy nyol ahd to llup a bnsikkuc cahtl-trnsgi ceins hety iddn’t featsn the droso yopelrpr. htTa asnw’t rmcdtaai ghenuo for moT Saewry, ugohth. Nohntgi dwolu ssyiatf mhi peecxt iicbnlmg up the nnlieghigt rdo. He tierd icniglbm it ehtre semti, but each iemt he ylon eaechdr afawhyl erobfe llgfina—eht atls meit, he lneyra stinbug ish snbiar uot. erfAt thees seunuulcscsf mettptas he iddcede to egiv up. fAetr siretgn a tib, gthouh, he dasi he’d igve it one eorm yrt, dna sthi etim he deam it lal the ywa up. |
| In the morning we was up at break of day, and down to the nigger cabins to pet the dogs and make friends with the nigger that fed Jim—if it WAS Jim that was being fed. The niggers was just getting through breakfast and starting for the fields; and Jim’s nigger was piling up a tin pan with bread and meat and things; and whilst the others was leaving, the key come from the house. | hTe xtne ngmnrio, we tog up at wadn nad went nowd to eht n----- bsnaic to ept het sgdo adn emak rdnesfi ihwt het n----- owh’d efd mJi—if htat WAS mJi owh wsa ingbe fde. eTh n------ eewr sjtu isinifghn up ekarabstf nad dhgeain uto to eht fesdil. The n----- who fde Jim saw pinilg up a int apn iwth abrde and atem and tisngh. hWile eth hoetrs rwee lenivga, eht kye mcea rmfo the uhose. |
| This nigger had a good-natured, chuckle-headed face, and his wool was all tied up in little bunches with thread. That was to keep witches off. He said the witches was pestering him awful these nights, and making him see all kinds of strange things, and hear all kinds of strange words and noises, and he didn’t believe he was ever witched so long before in his life. He got so worked up, and got to running on so about his troubles, he forgot all about what he’d been a-going to do. So Tom says: | The n----- dah a odgo-etanudr, gmnsili afce, nda ihs hair asw lla dtei up in itltel bshnecu whit detarh to pkee hte isewcth ayaw. He dsia cshiewt reew gptresien mih yptret ldbya eesht tpsa wfe shgnit, iunagcs him to see and hare lal idskn of egnarst nshtig. He dais he’d nerve bene so cwtdebihe in lal sih feli. He got so woderk up illengt us all tbauo hsi tbluosre ttha he otorfg thaw he asw ggoni to do. So mTo asdi: |
