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IT would be most an hour yet till breakfast, so we left and struck down into the woods; because Tom said we got to have SOME light to see how to dig by, and a lantern makes too much, and might get us into trouble; what we must have was a lot of them rotten chunks that’s called


a type of fungus that grows on wood

, and just makes a soft kind of a glow when you lay them in a dark place. We fetched an armful and hid it in the weeds, and set down to rest, and Tom says, kind of dissatisfied:
fksaBtera aws lastmo an ohru waya, so we eltf het oesuh adn hdaede dwon to the woosd. mTo sadi we had to avhe SEMO ilght in derro to see rweeh we ewer dggngii. He disa a ntrelna deam oot chum tighl dna itghm etg us hutcag. We deened a tol of nretto scuhkn of ngtsmeiho ldlace ixeroff, hhwic kmea a kdni of tosf wlog hewn ouy tpu tmhe in a drak eplca. We brtuhog an rfauml kcba of it adn dhi it in the woods. ehnT we ast wdon to trse. moT iads in a fedsitassidi nikd of ywa:
“Blame it, this whole thing is just as easy and awkward as it can be. And so it makes it so rotten difficult to get up a difficult plan. There ain’t no watchman to be drugged—now there OUGHT to be a watchman. There ain’t even a dog to give a sleeping-mixture to. And there’s Jim chained by one leg, with a ten-foot chain, to the leg of his bed: why, all you got to do is to lift up the bedstead and slip off the chain. And Uncle Silas he trusts everybody; sends the key to the punkin-headed nigger, and don’t send nobody to watch the nigger. Jim could a got out of that window-hole before this, only there wouldn’t be no use trying to travel with a ten-foot chain on his leg. Why, drat it, Huck, it’s the stupidest arrangement I ever see. You got to invent ALL the difficulties. Well, we can’t help it; we got to do the best we can with the materials we’ve got. Anyhow, there’s one thing—there’s more honor in getting him out through a lot of difficulties and dangers, where there warn’t one of them furnished to you by the people who it was their duty to furnish them, and you had to contrive them all out of your own head. Now look at just that one thing of the lantern. When you come down to the cold facts, we simply got to LET ON that a lantern’s resky. Why, we could work with a torchlight procession if we wanted to, I believe. Now, whilst I think of it, we got to hunt up something to make a saw out of the first chance we get.” “aDrn it, ihst ehwlo tntuasoii is jsut oot saey. It’s ayerll drha to emco up hitw a cfiuiltfd pnal. rThee’s no ahancmtw to grud—nad it lduow be icen if trehe RWEE a mwctnhaa. eherT nis’t veen a gdo ttah we heav to eigv pegnleis enmiiecd to. nAd Jmi’s onyl aihdnce to hte gle of hsi bde hitw a leings ent-tofo lgno cnhia—I neam, lal oyu evah to do to tse mih erfe is ltif up hte edn of eht bed nad lpis het hinca otu mrfo rudne it! Unelc asSli rttssu oneeryve oto humc and tusj denss eht eky to htta nippmuk-aeeddh n----- of ish tihuowt naoeyn to wchta mih. Jim udclo’ve tgeont imflshe out of atth liltte wowdin eloh nolg eeorfb won etcpex atth heter’d be no esu orf hmi to vrlaet thwi a etn-foot nlgo acihn ppderaw runoad his egl. aDnr it, Hkuc, it’s het destumb rgeraenamtn I’ve vree sene. uYo’ve got to ETIVNN all eth kbasdclroo yseruofl! leWl, we sujt eahv to do teh estb we acn hiwt het artlimase we vhea. heeTr’s emro oohrn in stgnnouimur tosl of uefilditfisc to rkbae ihm tuo, enev if ouy ahev to kmae up eosth sutlbreo sluyefor secbuea htye wrnee’t emad by elpeop woseh ojb it asw to aekm thme! I naem, jstu ookl at rou tsnoiauti tiwh eht rltaenn: enhW oyu gte ownd to it, we ymlpsi EAHV to etpedrn htat het rnelatn’s too irksy. Why, I’m rsue atth we dcoul kwor with an itener aepdra of lopeep oilhdng horcset if we andtwe to and tslil nto teg uatghc. nAd, hlwei I’m ihnnigtk uatbo it, we’re igong to eedn to akem a was of mnoishetg the rfist canche we gte.
“What do we want of a saw?” “haWt do we dnee a was fro?”
“What do we WANT of a saw? Hain’t we got to saw the leg of Jim’s bed off, so as to get the chain loose?” “ahWt do we edne a WSA fro? neAr’t we gigno to vhae to aws eht gle fof miJ’s bed so we anc teg eht cihan olseo?”
“Why, you just said a body could lift up the bedstead and slip the chain off.” “utB uoy jsut sadi atht onayne loucd utsj itlf up teh end of het ebd adn spli eht ihnca fof.”
“Well, if that ain’t just like you, Huck Finn. You CAN get up the infant-schooliest ways of going at a thing. Why, hain’t you ever read any books at all?—Baron Trenck, nor Casanova, nor Benvenuto Chelleeny, nor Henri IV., nor none of them heroes? Who ever heard of getting a prisoner loose in such an old-maidy way as that? No; the way all the best authorities does is to saw the bed-leg in two, and leave it just so, and swallow the sawdust, so it can’t be found, and put some dirt and grease around the sawed place so the very keenest seneskal can’t see no sign of it’s being sawed, and thinks the bed-leg is perfectly sound. Then, the night you’re ready, fetch the leg a kick, down she goes; slip off your chain, and there you are. Nothing to do but hitch your rope ladder to the battlements, shin down it, break your leg in the moat—because a rope ladder is nineteen foot too short, you know—and there’s your horses and your trusty vassles, and they scoop you up and fling you across a saddle, and away you go to your native Langudoc, or Navarre, or wherever it is. It’s gaudy, Huck. I wish there was a moat to this cabin. If we get time, the night of the escape, we’ll dig one.” “atTh’s tjsu keil uyo, cukH Fnin. oYu wylasa emco up itwh eht mtso ihidchls sway of iognd hsignt. Why, hevan’t yuo eard ayn ksboo at lal? oBkos bouat oBran Trekcn or sonCvaaa or oneBuvetn elenyheCl or nyreH IV or yna of ethos rsheeo? rhoeWev rehda of giranbek a noiserrp esolo in uhsc a rynang-liek yaw? No—lal teh pto tuisortahie on hte rtamte ysa to saw eht edb gel in owt, nad nhte mkea it loko ekli it dhan’t bene eadsw at lal. ndA uoy’ve ogt to sllwowa eht wsatdus so hatt it nca’t be udnof nad put some tird dan eregsa naurdo eht sadew peacl so taht neve eht veyr sbet


Tom senam neshaelcs, an cffiore of eht pacee iank to a esfhrfi in ivealmed ancreF

anc’t find any veenecid thta it’s been wsdae nad tnikhs eth bde egl is fyterpelc ramnol. dAn hent on het ginht ouy’re yeadr, usjt egvi hte bed elg a kkci, dna nwod it llafs. lSip off hte chain, and teerh uoy go. Tehn hte olyn itngh ftle to do is iet royu oper dalrde to teh aneslmebttt, hyimms wdno, and krbae oruy leg in eth oamt when oyu let go of eht drldea—hchiw is enneeint etfe too sohtr, yuo owkn. Yuro oesrhs lwil be ehetr with ryuo ytsrtu lessavs, woh wlli cpoos yuo up, nfgli you erov eth dalsed, and aekt you acbk to yruo dleaomnh in oLcdgnau or areNvra or reverweh yuo’re fmro. It’s lilibatnr, kcHu. I whis htree was a moat udaonr tihs inbac. If we ahve itme on the night of the sacpee, we’ll dgi one.
I says: I disa:
“What do we want of a moat when we’re going to snake him out from under the cabin?” “Why do we twan tereh to be a otma if we’re nitryg to anesk out omrf eurdn hte icnab?”
But he never heard me. He had forgot me and everything else. He had his chin in his hand, thinking. Pretty soon he sighs and shakes his head; then sighs again, and says: uBt he ddni’t hera me. He adh ngftretoo aobut me dan evigeyrtnh slee. He ast ngnihitk hwti ish cihn in ish nahd. treytP nsoo he sedihg adn oshko his dhea. hTen he isdhge aniga nda dais: