The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Mark Twain. This web edition published by [email protected] Last updated Wednesday, December 17, at Free illustrated PDF, epub, Kindle ebook. With over illustrations. Mark Twains classic tale concerns young Huckleberry Finn who runs away from home. He. “All modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain called Huckleberry Finn. American writing comes from that. There was nothing before.
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Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by Project Gutenberg. Download our free ePUB, PDF or MOBI eBooks to read on almost any device — your desktop The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn Get your free eBook now!. HUCKLEBERRY FINN. Scene: The Mississippi Valley. Time: Forty to fifty years ago. You don't know about me, without you have read a book by the name of The .
Twain, M. Lit2Go Edition. June 20, Next The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! I laid there in the grass and the cool shade thinking about things, and feeling rested and ruther comfortable and satisfied.
So I took my paddle and slid out from shore just a step or two, and then let the canoe drop along down amongst the shadows. The moon was shining, and outside of the shadows it made it most as light as day.
I poked along well on to an hour, everything still as rocks and sound asleep.
Well, by this time I was most down to the foot of the island. A little ripply, cool breeze begun to blow, and that was as good as saying the night was about done. I give her a turn with the paddle and brung her nose to shore; then I got my gun and slipped out and into the edge of the woods. I sat down there on a log, and looked out through the leaves. I see the moon go off watch, and the darkness begin to blanket the river.
But in a little while I see a pale streak over the treetops, and knowed the day was coming. So I took my gun and slipped off towards where I had run across that camp fire, stopping every minute or two to listen.
But by and by, sure enough, I catched a glimpse of fire away through the trees. I went for it, cautious and slow. By and by I was close enough to have a look, and there laid a man on the ground. It most give me the fantods. He had a blanket around his head, and his head was nearly in the fire. I set there behind a clump of bushes in about six foot of him, and kept my eyes on him steady.
It was getting gray daylight now. I bet I was glad to see him. He bounced up and stared at me wild. I was ever so glad to see Jim. I talked along, but he only set there and looked at me; never said nothing. Make up your camp fire good.
Den we kin git sumfn better den strawbries. I think I could. But you got a gun.
Oh, yes, you got a gun. I catched a good big catfish, too, and Jim cleaned him with his knife, and fried him. When breakfast was ready we lolled on the grass and eat it smoking hot. Jim laid it in with all his might, for he was most about starved. Then when we had got pretty well stuffed, we laid off and lazied. I lit out mighty quick, I tell you. Well, I wuz dah all night.
Den I swum to de stern uv it en tuck a-holt. So I clumb up en laid down on de planks.
How could a body do it in de night? I knowed dey was arter you. So I went back. The widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb, and she called me a lot of other names, too, but she never meant no harm by it. She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldn't do nothing but sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up.
Well, then, the old thing commenced again. The widow rung a bell for supper, and you had to come to time.
When you got to the table you couldn't go right to eating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuck down her head and grumble a little over the victuals, though there warn't really anything the matter with them,—that is, nothing only everything was cooked by itself.
In a barrel of odds and ends it is different; things get mixed up, and the juice kind of swaps around, and the things go better. After supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the Bulrushers, and I was in a sweat to find out all about him; but by and by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so then I didn't care no more about him, because I don't take no stock in dead people.
Pretty soon I wanted to smoke, and asked the widow to let me.
But she wouldn't. She said it was a mean practice and wasn't clean, and I must try to not do it any more.
That is just the way with some people. They get down on a thing when they don't know nothing about it. YOU don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter.
That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly.
There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth. That is nothing.
I never seen anybody but lied one time or another, without it was Aunt Polly, or the widow, or maybe Mary. Aunt Polly—Tom's Aunt Polly, she is—and Mary, and the Widow Douglas is all told about in that book, which is mostly a true book, with some stretchers, as I said before. Now the way that the book winds up is this: Tom and me found the money that the robbers hid in the cave, and it made us rich. We got six thousand dollars apiece—all gold. It was an awful sight of money when it was piled up.
Well, Judge Thatcher he took it and put it out at interest, and it fetched us a dollar a day apiece all the year round—more than a body could tell what to do with. The Widow Douglas she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn't stand it no longer I lit out.
I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied.
But Tom Sawyer he hunted me up and said he was going to start a band of robbers, and I might join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable. So I went back. The widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb, and she called me a lot of other names, too, but she never meant no harm by it.
She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldn't do nothing but sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up.