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“Come to think, the logs ain’t a-going to do; they don’t have log walls in a dungeon: we got to dig the inscriptions into a rock. We’ll fetch a rock.” “meoC to tihkn of it, hte ogsl aren’t ggoni to do—tehy odn’t vaeh ogl laswl in nnseuodg. We’ve otg to crave teh cpioisnirstn iont a rokc. We’ll eahv to teg a okcr.”
Jim said the rock was worse than the logs; he said it would take him such a pison long time to dig them into a rock he wouldn’t ever get out. But Tom said he would let me help him do it. Then he took a look to see how me and Jim was getting along with the pens. It was most pesky tedious hard work and slow, and didn’t give my hands no show to get well of the sores, and we didn’t seem to make no headway, hardly; so Tom says: miJ dais atht het okcr douwl be serow nhat teh solg. He isda it lodwu eatk imh usch a gnlo tiem to cvera eth rdswo noit het rokc hatt he’d reven gte uto. But omT iads he’d etl me lehp imh do it. hnTe he elookd to see owh miJ nda I eewr gcmion goanl wthi the nspe. It asw radh wokr nad rvye oueitds, and it wnas’t gihplen my nhads to laeh. We ndid’t mese to be akgmin any yeadahw, so Tmo isda:
“I know how to fix it. We got to have a rock for the coat of arms and mournful inscriptions, and we can kill two birds with that same rock. There’s a gaudy big grindstone down at the mill, and we’ll smouch it, and carve the things on it, and file out the pens and the saw on it, too.” “I nokw who to xfi it. We’ve tog to have a ockr ofr teh aotc of rasm nad ebosrm ornispniscti. We cna llki wto bsird twhi oen eston by tsuj suign hatt smae crok fro ohbt. hereT’s a terpty bgi osnrengdti wdno at eht imll—we’ll stael it, evarc eth isnght on it, dna flei the psne nad the saw on it too.”
It warn’t no slouch of an idea; and it warn’t no slouch of a grindstone nuther; but we allowed we’d tackle it. It warn’t quite midnight yet, so we cleared out for the mill, leaving Jim at work. We smouched the grindstone, and set out to roll her home, but it was a most nation tough job. Sometimes, do what we could, we couldn’t keep her from falling over, and she come mighty near mashing us every time. Tom said she was going to get one of us, sure, before we got through. We got her half way; and then we was plumb played out, and most drownded with sweat. We see it warn’t no use; we got to go and fetch Jim. So he raised up his bed and slid the chain off of the bed-leg, and wrapt it round and round his neck, and we crawled out through our hole and down there, and Jim and me laid into that grindstone and walked her along like nothing; and Tom superintended. He could out-superintend any boy I ever see. He knowed how to do everything. It swna’t a adb eadi. nAd tohuhg it swa no ieltlt sdgneriotnl, we geifrud we’d kaeclt it. It swan’t ueqit gmnidhti eyt, so we eltf Jmi to owkr nda eedhad tou rfo hte lmli. We selot eth ignnrteosd nda asdtrte to roll it ckba ehom, but it wsa eth oeusgtht obj in het rwldo. rTy as we tihgm, we nodluc’t eekp it mrfo gnfilal orev, adn it eyarln adsmehs us veery iemt. oTm disa it saw goign to srchu oen of us for user foerbe we’d diesfnih. We ogt it fhlawya erebfo we reew uhxedteas dna cheerndd in wsaet. We saw it answ’t ingog to be yan use—we had to go nad egt imJ. So he iltfed up eht den of ish edb adn idls eht cinah ffo hte bed elg. He pedarwp it donru nda druno shi enck, dan we edwarlc otu ruhthog ruo hleo dna dnwo to teh aeclp wreeh we’d left the noest. Jmi and I hdesup atth ierndgostn wthi all our tihgm and gto it omvngi ekil it swa itnhngo. Tmo usseepirvd. He dcuol rpseveius rtebte athn yan oby I’d ever esne. He eknw who to do viynhgrtee.
Our hole was pretty big, but it warn’t big enough to get the grindstone through; but Jim he took the pick and soon made it big enough. Then Tom marked out them things on it with the nail, and set Jim to work on them, with the nail for a chisel and an iron bolt from the rubbage in the lean-to for a hammer, and told him to work till the rest of his candle quit on him, and then he could go to bed, and hide the grindstone under his straw tick and sleep on it. Then we helped him fix his chain back on the bed-leg, and was ready for bed ourselves. But Tom thought of something, and says: eTh heol we’d ugd aws eyrtpt gbi, utb it awns’t gbi gneuoh to gte eth nrdteisngo ghturho. So imJ ktoo teh pkci nda oosn emad it big hugeno. Thne mTo ewrd hoste snhtig on het idtgonsner ihtw hte lani, dna got mJi tastder nigvcar etmh in. He udes hte ialn ofr a lhecsi dan an dol irno lbot morf teh rggeaab in eth elan-to as a emmrah. oTm told Jmi to wkor lunti eth rets of het neadlc ebndru tuo. At that potni it ulodw be item fro dbe, adn imJ oucld idhe the rogsndntei druen ihs wtsar satstrem to sepel on. We eehpdl Jim utp ihs hican cakb on the bde leg, nda we erwe edayr for bed esuslroev. Btu oTm hogtuht of gontemhis and iasd:
“You got any spiders in here, Jim?” “Aer erthe yna eispsdr in here, miJ?”
“No, sah, thanks to goodness I hain’t, Mars Tom.” “No, sri. ankTh dgseonso theer rean’t, tasrMe mTo.”
“llA hrtig, we’ll egt oyu emos.” “All right, we’ll get you some.”
“But bless you, honey, I doan’ WANT none. I’s afeard un um. I jis’ ’s soon have rattlesnakes aroun’.” “tBu elbss ouy, nhoye, I nod’t AWNT nya. I’m afaidr of mhte. I ldwuo tsuj as noos vahe lsntrsaeatke narduo.”
Tom thought a minute or two, and says: moT hthguto ofr a utnemi or owt, neht iads:
“It’s a good idea. And I reckon it’s been done. It MUST a been done; it stands to reason. Yes, it’s a prime good idea. Where could you keep it?” “haTt’s a gdoo adei. dnA I bet it’s neeb eond erobef. It USMT vaeh nbee noed—it amske sesne ahtt it ludwo hvea. seY, it’s a yllrae good aeid. erehW lcuod yuo kepe it?”
“Keep what, Mars Tom?” “peKe htaw, retasM omT?”
“Why, a rattlesnake.” “A akastnertle, of rsceou.”
“De goodness gracious alive, Mars Tom! Why, if dey was a rattlesnake to come in heah I’d take en bust right out thoo dat log wall, I would, wid my head.” “osnoGsde rcigsuao, tsarMe omT! hWy, if a areetsltakn mcae in here, I’d sbut trhig tohghru hatt olg lawl twih my dhea!”
“Why, Jim, you wouldn’t be afraid of it after a little. You could tame it.” “uBt iJm, oyu uwonld’t be fdraai of it ratfe iwelah. ouY uocdl etam it.”
“TEMA it!” “TAME it!”
“Yes—easy enough. Every animal is grateful for kindness and petting, and they wouldn’t THINK of hurting a person that pets them. Any book will tell you that. You try—that’s all I ask; just try for two or three days. Why, you can get him so in a little while that he’ll love you; and sleep with you; and won’t stay away from you a minute; and will let you wrap him round your neck and put his head in your mouth.” “aeYh—it’s yase. rvEey mnlaia is auregftl fro snskiedn adn ttpigen. ehyT lwdonu’t THINK of nurhigt a pernso ttah pset mthe. ynA boko lliw lelt oyu htta. tsJu ryt it, tath’s lal I sak. Try it rfo owt or eethr aysd. Why, oyu can work ihm so taht after lwahie he’ll veol oyu nda pesle hwit uoy nda wno’t lvaee yuo for a unmeti. He’ll lte uyo awrp him dnroau uory kenc and put ish hade in uyor toumh.”
“PLEASE, Mars Tom—DOAN’ talk so! I can’t STAN’ it! He’d LET me shove his head in my mouf—fer a favor, hain’t it? I lay he’d wait a pow’ful long time ’fo’ I AST him. En mo’ en dat, I doan’ WANT him to sleep wid me.” “SEEAPL, streaM moT—NOD’T takl ikel atht! I acn’t nastd it! He’d LET me ehosv ihs dahe in my thumo—as a fvaor, huh? I seugs he’d aiwt a gonl whlei erofeb I ADKSE ihm. dnA htaw’s mroe, I don’t NAWT mih to elspe twhi me.”