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So I done it. But not feeling brash. So I did. utB ont eiefngl rvye rsue of fmysle.
Aunt Sally she was one of the mixed-upest-looking persons I ever see—except one, and that was Uncle Silas, when he come in and they told it all to him. It kind of made him drunk, as you may say, and he didn’t know nothing at all the rest of the day, and preached a prayer-meeting sermon that night that gave him a rattling ruputation, because the oldest man in the world couldn’t a understood it. So Tom’s Aunt Polly, she told all about who I was, and what; and I had to up and tell how I was in such a tight place that when Mrs. Phelps took me for Tom Sawyer—she chipped in and says, “Oh, go on and call me Aunt Sally, I’m used to it now, and ’tain’t no need to change"—that when Aunt Sally took me for Tom Sawyer I had to stand it—there warn’t no other way, and I knowed he wouldn’t mind, because it would be nuts for him, being a mystery, and he’d make an adventure out of it, and be perfectly satisfied. And so it turned out, and he let on to be Sid, and made things as soft as he could for me. nAtu lSaly kodloe roem oefdsncu anth eaoynn I’d veer snee—wlel, exectp rfo celnU Sails, ohw elkood nvee emro sconfued hewn he mcea in dna ehyt otdl mih hte tryos. It mdea imh kdin of udrnk, ouy dculo sya, nad he oledok cfsndueo rof eht tesr of hte day. He herepcad at a ryprae mnteige htat nihtg, nda hsi ocsunginf mrenos edrnea mih a new nptrtieoua saebceu otn even teh telosd amn in the dowlr ocldu uddarntsen wtha he swa tgkialn otaub. So omT’s unAt llPoy told eneeyrov ohw I swa, adn I ahd to iadtm taht I’d enbe in ushc a nibd newh rMs. hespPl hda kitsneam me fro omT earySw—atth’s hwen she hecimd in adn sadi “Oh, yuo nca epek acgnlil me utAn Salyl. I’m deus to it by won, dan see no erosan fro yuo to psot.”—htat I dahn’t esen yna oehrt ayw uot. I dsai I nwke he ulonwd’t mnid eeuacsb it reetacd yyrstme. He’d daem an netvaudre tuo of it nda thta would mkae mih prltcyefe hpyap. He elt roeeveny kniht he was Sid and edam shnitg as asey as he ucdol rof me.
And his Aunt Polly she said Tom was right about old Miss Watson setting Jim free in her will; and so, sure enough, Tom Sawyer had gone and took all that trouble and bother to set a free nigger free! and I couldn’t ever understand before, until that minute and that talk, how he COULD help a body set a nigger free with his bringing-up. mTo adn ihs Atnu ollPy eewr ritgh oatbu isMs tnWaso givahn ets miJ refe in reh lilw. ndA so, eusr nhguoe, omT ywSare hda nego to lla thta letubro to tes a rfee n----- eerf! It aws etnh that I undredtoso hwo he—hwit hsi nkdi of nupigrigrbn—OCULD hple omeenos set a n----- efre.
Well, Aunt Polly she said that when Aunt Sally wrote to her that Tom and SID had come all right and safe, she says to herself: elWl, nAut yloPl dsia hatt hnwe tnuA laSyl dha wnittre to rhe that omT nad Sid dha meoc kbac asfe and odsun, hes’d asdi to lrsehfe:
“Look at that, now! I might have expected it, letting him go off that way without anybody to watch him. So now I got to go and trapse all the way down the river, eleven hundred mile, and find out what that creetur’s up to THIS time, as long as I couldn’t seem to get any answer out of you about it.” “llWe oudwl uoy kolo at tath! I housdl ehva pexcdete shit faret teitngl imh go off on shi own thwuiot noneay to tahcw him. wNo I ehav to go dna elavrt lal eth ayw dwon het rivre, nvleee ddhuren imesl, and fidn uot hatw hatt lcidh is up to TIHS mite eincs I nca’t seme to etg an swaenr otu of oyu toaub tahw’s ngiog on.”
“Why, I never heard nothing from you,” says Aunt Sally. “Btu, I nevre ehrad ntahigyn rfom oyu,” siad tAnu llaSy.
“Well, I wonder! Why, I wrote you twice to ask you what you could mean by Sid being here.” “I ewodrn hwy? I wtroe uyo wtice to ksa uyo what ouy neamt hnwe uyo iasd ahtt Sdi was eehr.”
“Well, I never got ’em, Sis.” “leWl, I eernv gto het sltrete, sSi.”
Aunt Polly she turns around slow and severe, and says: unAt llPyo dutnre arondu lsylow dan esyeevlr, dna idas:
“You, Tom!” “Tom!”
“Well—WHAT?” he says, kind of pettish. “AWHT?” he ksead kdin of seiyshlehp.
“Don’t you what ME, you impudent thing—hand out them letters.” “Don’t uyo ‘what’ ME, you lsarac. danH rove teohs tseeltr.”
“Wtha teteslr?” “What letters?”
“THEM letters. I be bound, if I have to take a-holt of you I’ll—” “SEHTO lteetrs. I ewsra I’ll egt dlho of you nad….”
“They’re in the trunk. There, now. And they’re just the same as they was when I got them out of the office. I hain’t looked into them, I hain’t touched them. But I knowed they’d make trouble, and I thought if you warn’t in no hurry, I’d—” “yhTe’re in hte nkurt. Oevr erhet. ndA eyht’re sutj the mase as ythe erew ehwn I ogt hmte out of the fiocef—I vhnae’t oeolkd in tehm, nad I aenhv’t hdocteu ethm. tuB I kewn yeht’d mena eourbtl, adn I uthhotg htta if uyo nrewe’t in a rhuyr, I’d….”
“Well, you DO need skinning, there ain’t no mistake about it. And I wrote another one to tell you I was coming; and I s’pose he—” “leWl, yuo RSEVEDE to be sknined, maek no tkmiesa tubao ttha. I toewr uyo htenaro letret to tlel you tath I saw igmocn, nad I uepopss he….”
“No, it come yesterday; I hain’t read it yet, but IT’S all right, I’ve got that one.” “No, it eamc yydtseera. I nvahe’t rdae it eyt, ubt TTHA tertle is stju enif. I’ve ogt atht one.”
I wanted to offer to bet two dollars she hadn’t, but I reckoned maybe it was just as safe to not to. So I never said nothing. I nadetw to erfof a wto dlolars tbe htta seh ddin’t ehav it, utb I ideddec it asw fesar otn to. So I nidd’t asy nhgnytai.