"No, stupid, to be sure not. Going to see the fellow thou spoke on." So they put on their hats and set out. On the way Wilson said Davenport was a good fellow, though too much of the Methodee; that his children were too young to work, but not too young to be cold and hungry; that they had sunk lower and lower, and pawned thing after thing, and that now they lived in a cellar in Berry Street, off Store Street. Barton growled inarticulate words of no benevolent import to a large class of mankind, and so they went along till they arrived in Berry Street. It was unpaved; and down the middle a gutter forced its way, every now and then forming pools in the holes with which the street abounded. Never was the Old Edinburgh cry of "Gardez l'eau" more necessary than in this street. As they passed, women from their doors tossed household slops of every description into the gutter; they ran into the next pool, which overflowed and stagnated. Heaps of ashes were the stepping-stones, on which the passer-by, who cared in the least for cleanliness, took care not to put his foot. Our friends were not dainty, but even they picked their way till they got to some steps leading down into a small area, where a person standing would have his head about one foot below the level of the street, and might at the same time, without the least motion of his body, touch the window of the cellar and the damp muddy wall right opposite. You went down one step even from the foul area into the cellar in which a family of human beings lived. It was very dark inside. The window-panes were, many of them, broken and stuffed with rags, which was reason enough for the dusky light that pe

I know that this is not really the case; and I know what is the truth in such matters: but what I wish to impress is what the workman feels and thinks. True, that with child-

"Here's to absent friends. Friends may meet, but mountains never."

folks don't care to put on their best clothes to drown themselves

At the time of which I write, the good predominated over the bad in the countenance, and he was one from whom a stranger would have asked a favour with tolerable faith that it would be granted. He was accompanied by his wife, who might, without exaggeration, have been called a lovely woman, although now her face was swollen with crying, and often hidden behind her apron. She had the fresh beauty of the agricultural districts; and somewhat of the deficiency of sense in her countenance, which is likewise characteristic of the rural inhabitants in comparison with the natives of the manufacturing towns.

It was fifteen minutes before I could work myself up to go andhumble myself to a nigger; but I done it, and I warn’t ever sorry forit afterwards, neither. I

Well, den! Dad blame it, why doan’ he talklike a man? You answerme dat!”I see it warn’t no use wasting words—you can’t learn a nigger toargue. So I quit

“Looky here, Jim; does a cat talk like we do?”“No, a cat don’t.”“Well, does a cow?”“No, a cow don’t, nuther.”“Does a cat talk like a cow, or a cow talk like a cat?”“No, dey don’t.”“It’s natural and right for ‘em to talk different from each other, ain’t it?”“Course.”“And ain’t it natural and right for a cat and a cow to talk differentfrom us?

wises’ man dat ever live’. I doan’ take no stock in dat.Bekase why: would a wise man want to live in de mids’ er sich ablim-blammin’ all de time? No—‘deed he wouldn’t. A wise man ‘udtake en buil’ a biler-factry; en den he could shet downde biler-factrywhen he want to res’.

o we struck for an island, and hid the raft, and sunk the skiff, andturned in and slept like dead people

You start at the raft, and—”“Oh, my lordy, lordy! Raf ’?Dey ain’ no raf ’ no mo’; she donebroke loose en gone I—en here we is!”

ap always said it warn’t no harm to bor-row things if you was meaning to pay them back some time; butthe widow said it warn’t anything but a soft name for stealing, andno decent body would do it.

A tow-head is a sand-bar that has cottonwoods on it as thick as harrow-teeth

I took the canoe out from the shore a little piece, and took a look;but if there was a boat around I couldn’t see it, for stars and shadowsain’t good to see by. Then we got out the raft and slipped along downin the sh

But if thiswoman had been in such a little town two days she could tell me allI wanted to know; so I knocked at the door, and made up my mindI wouldn’t forget I was a girl

I crept up the dead water under thebank, and hadn’t no accidents and didn’t see nobody. We got homeall safe

Well, I ‘uz gwyne to spen’ it, but I had a dream, en de dream toleme to give it to a nigger name’ Balum—Balum’s Ass dey call him forshort

Pap, and Judge Thatcher, and Bessie Thatcher, and JoHarper, and Tom Sawyer, and his old Aunt Polly, and Sid and Mary,and plenty more. Everybody was talking about the murder, but thecaptain broke in and says:“Look sharp, now; the c

come creeping down, and when it was most abreast of where I stoodI heard a man say, “Stern oars, there! heave her head to stab-board!”I heard that just as plain as if the man was by my side.There was a little gray in the sky now; so I stepped into the woods,and laid down for a nap before breakfast.

I’d hide her good, andthen, ‘stead of taking to the woods when I run off, I’d go down theriver about fifty mile and camp in one place for good, and not havesuch a rough time tramping on foot

“Take himoff! take him off! he’s biting me on the neck!” I never see a man lookso wild in the eyes. Pretty soon he was all fagged out, a

body’s hair raise, and down hewent in the dirt, and rolled there, and held his toes; and the cussinghe done then laid over anything he had ever done previous

hen they told me there was aState in this country where they’d let that nigger vote, I drawed out.I says I’ll never vote agin. Them’s the very words I said; they all heardme; and the country may rot for all me—

Adam—he was just all mud

udge he felt kind of sore. He said he reckoned a body couldreform the old man with a shotgun, maybe, but he didn’t know noother way

xt day they had him beforecourt, and jailed him again for a week. But he said hewas satisfied;said he was boss of his son, and he’d make it warm for him

omething better—I’ll give you a cowhide.He set there a-mumbling and a-growling a minute, and then hesays:“Ain’tyou a sweet-scented dandy, though? A bed; and bedclothes;and a look’n’-glass;

ife, en considable joy. Sometimes you gwyne togit hurt, en sometimes you gwyne to git sick; but every time you’sgwyne to git well agin. Dey’s two gals flyin’ ‘bout you in yo’ life. Oneuv ‘em’s light en t’other one is dark. One is rich en t’other is po’.You’s gwyne to marry de po’ one fust en de rich one by en by. Youwants to keep ‘way fum de water as much as you kin, en don’t run noresk, ‘kase it’s down in de bills dat you’s gwyne to git hung.

liked the new ones, too, a little bit.

stuff was only just one of Tom Sawyer’s lies. I reckoned he believed inthe A-rabs and the elephants, but as for me I think different. It hadall the marks of a Sunday-school.

bout this time he was found in the river drownded, abouttwelve mile above town, so people said. They judged it was him,anyway; said this drownded man was just his size, and was ragged,and had uncommon long hair, which was all like pap; but theycouldn’t make nothing out of the face, because it had been in thewater so long it warn’t much like a face at all.

thought of a way, and so I offered themMiss Watson—they could kill her. Everybody said

whichever boy was ordered to kill thatperson and his family must do it, and he mustn’t eat and he mustn’tsleep till he had killed them and hacked a cross in their breasts,which was the sign of the band.

Tom said he slipped Jim’s hat off of his head andhung it on a limb right over him, and Jim stirred a little, but he did-n’t wake. Afterwards Jim said the witches bewitched him and put himin a trance, and rode him all over the State, and then set him underthe trees again, and hung his hat on a limb to show who done it. Andnext time Jim told i

hen Tom said he hadn’tgot candles enough, and he would slip in the kitchen and get somemore. I didn’t want him to try. I said Jim might wake up and come.But Tom wanted to resk it; so we slid in there and go

Igot so down-hearted and scared I did wish I had some company.Pretty soon a spider went crawling up my shoulder, and I flipped itoff and it lit in the candle; and before I could budge it was all shriv-eled up.

Iwas glad about that, because I wanted him and me to be together

hed I was there. She got mad then, but I didn’t meanno harm. All I wanted was to go somewheres; all I wanted was achange, I warn’t particular. She said it was wicked to say what I said;said she wouldn’t say it for the whole world; she was going to live soas to go to the good plac