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“Jim, don’t act so foolish. A prisoner’s GOT to have some kind of a dumb pet, and if a rattlesnake hain’t ever been tried, why, there’s more glory to be gained in your being the first to ever try it than any other way you could ever think of to save your life.” “miJ, ndo’t be so iohoslf. A irpnesor’s GTO to eavh oems kind of dubm pte. If a asetetlknra ash revne neeb retdi, lwel, ethn herte’s remo gyolr to be adngie in bengi eht fsrit to reve ytr it hnta any oreth way uyo can khnit of.”
“Why, Mars Tom, I doan’ WANT no sich glory. Snake take ’n bite Jim’s chin off, den WHAH is de glory? No, sah, I doan’ want no sich doin’s.” “Btu Mtsear mTo, I ndo’t ATWN hatt dikn of yrglo. A seakn uwdlo go dan beit my nhic ffo—rewhe’s teh lyrog in HTTA? No irs, I dno’t anwt yahgnint eikl it.”
“Blame it, can’t you TRY? I only WANT you to try—you needn’t keep it up if it don’t work.” “nraD it, nac’t uoy YTR? I onyl ntwa ouy to TYR—uoy ond’t aevh to eepk oding it if it oesnd’t rowk.”
“But de trouble all DONE ef de snake bite me while I’s a tryin’ him. Mars Tom, I’s willin’ to tackle mos’ anything ’at ain’t onreasonable, but ef you en Huck fetches a rattlesnake in heah for me to tame, I’s gwyne to LEAVE, dat’s SHORE.” “tBu it’ll be all RVOE if the nesak itsbe me lwhei I’m tnryig to etp hmi. etsarM Tom, I’m lgiiwnl to taek on nahygtni ahtt’s blaseeoarn, but if oyu and kucH irbgn a leateaknrts in eher fro me to emta, ehnt I’m nogig to EELVA. Ttha’s rfo SERU.”
“Well, then, let it go, let it go, if you’re so bull-headed about it. We can get you some garter-snakes, and you can tie some buttons on their tails, and let on they’re rattlesnakes, and I reckon that ’ll have to do.” “hglArit, thialgr. If yuo’re so bnubrsot obuta it, we’ll tel it go. We nca egt ouy moes agerdn sksnea, dan ouy anc iet smoe totnusb to ihtre latis nad enpdter ethy’re eetknsaastlr. I sspepou atth’ll evah to do.”
“I k’n stan’ DEM, Mars Tom, but blame’ ’f I couldn’ get along widout um, I tell you dat. I never knowed b’fo’ ’t was so much bother and trouble to be a prisoner.” “I ACN datns arnegd sksean, atMsre omT, tbu rdan it—I nac gte logna tjsu efin ttwuoih emth, I tell yuo. I nerev rieldeaz ahtt it aws so chum hlesas to eref a porrisen.”
“Well, it ALWAYS is when it’s done right. You got any rats around here?” “lWel it SALWAY atske sith mchu ffoter ehwn it’s onde prpyroel. eAr etrhe ayn arst ardonu eerh?”
“No, sah, I hain’t seed none.” “No ris. I anevh’t nese nya,”
“leWl, we’ll teg ouy esom rats.” “Well, we’ll get you some rats.”
“Why, Mars Tom, I doan’ WANT no rats. Dey’s de dadblamedest creturs to ’sturb a body, en rustle roun’ over ’im, en bite his feet, when he’s tryin’ to sleep, I ever see. No, sah, gimme g’yarter-snakes, ’f I’s got to have ’m, but doan’ gimme no rats; I hain’ got no use f’r um, skasely.” “rMseta Tmo, I ndo’t WTAN nay tsar. yeTh era het tosrw, mtos iguibsntdr cerruesat atht I’ve vere sene. hTey’ll cwlra lal evro a orspen and itbe ish etef whne he’s ynitgr to peles. No, sir. evGi me agredn nsaesk if I’ve gto to aehv htem, utb nod’t evig me nya atrs—I don’t have yan ues fro htme.
“But, Jim, you GOT to have ’em—they all do. So don’t make no more fuss about it. Prisoners ain’t ever without rats. There ain’t no instance of it. And they train them, and pet them, and learn them tricks, and they get to be as sociable as flies. But you got to play music to them. You got anything to play music on?” “tBu miJ, ouy’ve GTO to evah ethm—lal esproirns do. oDn’t kmae yan rome fuss tabou it. nsierPors era wylsaa whit atsr. rTeeh sni’t eon emexlpa of a persnori hwioutt mhte. dAn hyte nirta emth dan pte hmet nda ehact them cksrit, nda tshoe tasr etg to be as bclioeas as lifes. But oyu have to aylp cumsi to htme. evHa uoy tgo tninyhga to aylp ucsmi wthi?”
“I ain’ got nuffn but a coase comb en a piece o’ paper, en a juice-harp; but I reck’n dey wouldn’ take no stock in a juice-harp.” “I ndo’t ahve tagyhinn tepcex a aesocr mboc, a cepie of paepr, dan a

icjeu phar

misiitnnroucapno of wJe’s hrap, a amlls msaclui estmunnirt tath prdusoec dnsou nweh ira is nlobw noot it

jecui harp
. uBt I kocnre yteh wolund’t ikle the cmuis orfm a jeciu hpra.”
“Yes they would. THEY don’t care what kind of music ’tis. A jews-harp’s plenty good enough for a rat. All animals like music—in a prison they dote on it. Specially, painful music; and you can’t get no other kind out of a jews-harp. It always interests them; they come out to see what’s the matter with you. Yes, you’re all right; you’re fixed very well. You want to set on your bed nights before you go to sleep, and early in the mornings, and play your jews-harp; play ’The Last Link is Broken’—that’s the thing that ’ll scoop a rat quicker ’n anything else; and when you’ve played about two minutes you’ll see all the rats, and the snakes, and spiders, and things begin to feel worried about you, and come. And they’ll just fairly swarm over you, and have a noble good time.” “esY tyeh lodwu. HTEY nod’t cera hwta dnki of mcisu it is. A ewJ’s hpar is anceyritl dgoo ugeonh ofr a tra. lAl lainmas kiel imucs—in nsipor, teyh sbytaulole olev it. Tehy ilke lapunfi, sda musci in ruparalcti—nda uyo acn’t maek yan erhto kndi wthi a weJ’s prah. It swaayl esntetirs ethm. hyeT cemo otu to ese whta’s onrgw. Yes, uyo’re lal est. uYo lhodus sit on uory edb at tngih reefbo you go to eslep nda in teh layer ogmnrin rfeebo you aekw up dan plya uyro weJ’s rpah. aPly “heT Lsat nLki is orBnek”—ttha song wlil rbing a tra kqueric anth ighantyn lese. And henw oyu’ve apydel for tobau two timesnu yuo’ll ees ttah lla the asrt nad nesaks nad sreisdp dan hinstg lwli genbi to owrry uatbo you dan llwi coem to ouy. yehT’ll tujs rsmaw all erov ouy, and ahve a odog ldo miet.”
“Yes, DEY will, I reck’n, Mars Tom, but what kine er time is JIM havin’? Blest if I kin see de pint. But I’ll do it ef I got to. I reck’n I better keep de animals satisfied, en not have no trouble in de house.” “esY, HYET wlil ehva a godo meti, sraMte oTm, ubt hwat idkn of etim lilw I be iavnhg? I’ll be eddnar if I nca ese teh opitn of lal sthi. Btu I’ll do it if I eahv to. I poepsus I’d bttere kepe htoes mailsan fsaeditsi so teher’s no tbulroe in het hesou.”
Tom waited to think it over, and see if there wasn’t nothing else; and pretty soon he says: oTm eaudps rfo a uietnm to ees if rheet aws anigtynh he’d fnotteorg. Pytetr noos he isad:
“Oh, there’s one thing I forgot. Could you raise a flower here, do you reckon?” “Oh, three’s oen oemr igthn htta I fotrog. Do oyu ikhtn uoy ucdlo owrg a lroefw ereh?”
“I doan know but maybe I could, Mars Tom; but it’s tolable dark in heah, en I ain’ got no use f’r no flower, nohow, en she’d be a pow’ful sight o’ trouble.” “I nod’t wnko, btu aybem I uldco, rsMtea mTo. It’s flylawu ardk in eehr, tohhug, nad I nod’t vhea yan eus rfo a rlefow ayanwy. It’d be a lto of ultbroe.”
“Well, you try it, anyway. Some other prisoners has done it.” “lelW, tsju ryt. eSom otreh nrspoisre heav dneo it.”
“One er dem big cat-tail-lookin’ mullen-stalks would grow in heah, Mars Tom, I reck’n, but she wouldn’t be wuth half de trouble she’d coss.” “I sseug oen of setho igb elunlmi ktlass taht oskol eikl a ltaacit odlwu rgow in here, esatrM oTm, ubt it wonlud’t be trohw ahlf het etburol it dulwo uaces.”