No Fear Literature: The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn: Chapter 7 Page 4

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I was away below the ferry now. I rose up, and there was Jackson’s Island, about two mile and a half down stream, heavy timbered and standing up out of the middle of the river, big and dark and solid, like a steamboat without any lights. There warn’t any signs of the bar at the head—it was all under water now.	I asw eryttp rfa ondtaserwm orfm hte eyrrf own. I sat up dna asw sokaJcn’s Idlsna ngriis up out of the mdldei of the eirvr obatu otw-dan-a-fahl sleim aorsdnwetm. It wsa gib nad dkar dan sdoil, nad oedrcev in ertse. Teehr reenw’t yan isnsg of the saadrnb up ahead aebucse it was lal dnrue teawr nwo.
It didn’t take me long to get there. I shot past the head at a ripping rate, the current was so swift, and then I got into the dead water and landed on the side towards the Illinois shore. I run the canoe into a deep dent in the bank that I knowed about; I had to part the willow branches to get in; and when I made fast nobody could a seen the canoe from the outside.	It dndi’t atek me nogl to eakm my awy to het siadln. heT ctrneru wsa so itfws atht I ukylqci htso tpas teh adhe of eht isldna. hTne I rceah eth slilt rtawse nad neddal eth aoenc on teh isde of eht slaind oawtrd eth oInsliil nrlieehos. I pedart teh lowwil rnahescb dan ran eht anoce iton a depe dnet in eht kebnarriv that I enwk btaou. Nbdoyo ucodl vhea esne the eanco mrfo the wtare noec I’d ucersed it in eaclp.
I went up and set down on a log at the head of the island, and looked out on the big river and the black driftwood and away over to the town, three mile away, where there was three or four lights twinkling. A monstrous big lumber-raft was about a mile up stream, coming along down, with a lantern in the middle of it. I watched it come creeping down, and when it was most abreast of where I stood I heard a man say, “Stern oars, there! heave her head to stabboard!” I heard that just as plain as if the man was by my side.	I nwet up teh rbenviakr, sta wnod on a lgo at eth dahe of eht lisnad. I doeklo tou over hte gbi rvrie nda hte akclb odtiwofrd, and I locdu ees ereht or frou gtshil nwngktlii in hte wnot buato eehrt silme yaaw. btuoA a ieml prvieru I cdlou ese a niatg gol fart htwi a rnetlan in eth dmidel. I deawcth it lfoat lolsyw odwn. hnWe it asw somlat irdtecly in ofntr of me I rhade a nma asy, “ entrS ckab of het bota eStrn aosr, eerht! Tunr the baot to raodastbr trgih side of the obat starboard!” juts as rylelca as if he wsa adtnsgni irthg txen to me.
There was a little gray in the sky now; so I stepped into the woods, and laid down for a nap before breakfast.	heT yks dha rdtnue a tltiel bit rgya by htis emti, so I dpsepte iont het swodo nda yal odnw rof a pan fbeero erbasktfa.

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I was away below the ferry now. I rose up, and there was Jackson’s Island, about two mile and a half down stream, heavy timbered and standing up out of the middle of the river, big and dark and solid, like a steamboat without any lights. There warn’t any signs of the bar at the head—it was all under water now.	I asw eryttp rfa ondtaserwm orfm hte eyrrf own. I sat up dna asw sokaJcn’s Idlsna ngriis up out of the mdldei of the eirvr obatu otw-dan-a-fahl sleim aorsdnwetm. It wsa gib nad dkar dan sdoil, nad oedrcev in ertse. Teehr reenw’t yan isnsg of the saadrnb up ahead aebucse it was lal dnrue teawr nwo.
It didn’t take me long to get there. I shot past the head at a ripping rate, the current was so swift, and then I got into the dead water and landed on the side towards the Illinois shore. I run the canoe into a deep dent in the bank that I knowed about; I had to part the willow branches to get in; and when I made fast nobody could a seen the canoe from the outside.	It dndi’t atek me nogl to eakm my awy to het siadln. heT ctrneru wsa so itfws atht I ukylqci htso tpas teh adhe of eht isldna. hTne I rceah eth slilt rtawse nad neddal eth aoenc on teh isde of eht slaind oawtrd eth oInsliil nrlieehos. I pedart teh lowwil rnahescb dan ran eht anoce iton a depe dnet in eht kebnarriv that I enwk btaou. Nbdoyo ucodl vhea esne the eanco mrfo the wtare noec I’d ucersed it in eaclp.
I went up and set down on a log at the head of the island, and looked out on the big river and the black driftwood and away over to the town, three mile away, where there was three or four lights twinkling. A monstrous big lumber-raft was about a mile up stream, coming along down, with a lantern in the middle of it. I watched it come creeping down, and when it was most abreast of where I stood I heard a man say, “Stern oars, there! heave her head to stabboard!” I heard that just as plain as if the man was by my side.	I nwet up teh rbenviakr, sta wnod on a lgo at eth dahe of eht lisnad. I doeklo tou over hte gbi rvrie nda hte akclb odtiwofrd, and I locdu ees ereht or frou gtshil nwngktlii in hte wnot buato eehrt silme yaaw. btuoA a ieml prvieru I cdlou ese a niatg gol fart htwi a rnetlan in eth dmidel. I deawcth it lfoat lolsyw odwn. hnWe it asw somlat irdtecly in ofntr of me I rhade a nma asy, “ entrS ckab of het bota eStrn aosr, eerht! Tunr the baot to raodastbr trgih side of the obat starboard!” juts as rylelca as if he wsa adtnsgni irthg txen to me.
There was a little gray in the sky now; so I stepped into the woods, and laid down for a nap before breakfast.	heT yks dha rdtnue a tltiel bit rgya by htis emti, so I dpsepte iont het swodo nda yal odnw rof a pan fbeero erbasktfa.