CHAPTER I. Civilizing Huck.–Miss Watson.–Tom Sawyer Waits.
CHAPTER II. The Boys Escape Jim.–Torn Sawyer’s Gang.–Deep-laid Plans.
CHAPTER III. A Good Going-over.–Grace Triumphant.–“One of Tom Sawyers’s
CHAPTER IV. Huck and the Judge.–Superstition.
CHAPTER V. Huck’s Father.–The Fond Parent.–Reform.
CHAPTER VI. He Went for Judge Thatcher.–Huck Decided to Leave.–Political
CHAPTER VII. Laying for Him.–Locked in the Cabin.–Sinking the
CHAPTER VIII. Sleeping in the Woods.–Raising the Dead.–Exploring the
Island.–Finding Jim.–Jim’s Escape.–Signs.–Balum.
CHAPTER IX. The Cave.–The Floating House.
CHAPTER X. The Find.–Old Hank Bunker.–In Disguise.
CHAPTER XI. Huck and the Woman.–The Search.–Prevarication.–Going to
CHAPTER XII. Slow Navigation.–Borrowing Things.–Boarding the Wreck.–The
Plotters.–Hunting for the Boat.
CHAPTER XIII. Escaping from the Wreck.–The Watchman.–Sinking.
CHAPTER XIV. A General Good Time.–The Harem.–French.
CHAPTER XV. Huck Loses the Raft.–In the Fog.–Huck Finds the Raft.–Trash.
CHAPTER XVI. Expectation.–A White Lie.–Floating Currency.–Running by
CHAPTER XVII. An Evening Call.–The Farm in Arkansaw.–Interior
Decorations.–Stephen Dowling Bots.–Poetical Effusions.
CHAPTER XVIII. Col. Grangerford.–Aristocracy.–Feuds.–The
Testament.–Recovering the Raft.–The Wood–pile.–Pork and Cabbage.
CHAPTER XIX. Tying Up Day–times.–An Astronomical Theory.–Running a
Temperance Revival.–The Duke of Bridgewater.–The Troubles of Royalty.
CHAPTER XX. Huck Explains.–Laying Out a Campaign.–Working the
Camp–meeting.–A Pirate at the Camp–meeting.–The Duke as a Printer.
CHAPTER XXI. Sword Exercise.–Hamlet’s Soliloquy.–They Loafed Around
Town.–A Lazy Town.–Old Boggs.–Dead.
CHAPTER XXII. Sherburn.–Attending the Circus.–Intoxication in the
Ring.–The Thrilling Tragedy.
CHAPTER XXIII. Sold.–Royal Comparisons.–Jim Gets Home-sick.
CHAPTER XXIV. Jim in Royal Robes.–They Take a Passenger.–Getting
CHAPTER XXV. Is It Them?–Singing the “Doxologer.”–Awful Square–Funeral
Orgies.–A Bad Investment .
CHAPTER XXVI. A Pious King.–The King’s Clergy.–She Asked His
Pardon.–Hiding in the Room.–Huck Takes the Money.
CHAPTER XXVII. The Funeral.–Satisfying Curiosity.–Suspicious of
Huck,–Quick Sales and Small.
CHAPTER XXVIII. The Trip to England.–“The Brute!”–Mary Jane Decides to
Leave.–Huck Parting with Mary Jane.–Mumps.–The Opposition Line.
CHAPTER XXIX. Contested Relationship.–The King Explains the Loss.–A
Question of Handwriting.–Digging up the Corpse.–Huck Escapes.
CHAPTER XXX. The King Went for Him.–A Royal Row.–Powerful Mellow.
CHAPTER XXXI. Ominous Plans.–News from Jim.–Old Recollections.–A Sheep
CHAPTER XXXII. Still and Sunday–like.–Mistaken Identity.–Up a Stump.–In
CHAPTER XXXIII. A Nigger Stealer.–Southern Hospitality.–A Pretty Long
Blessing.–Tar and Feathers.
CHAPTER XXXIV. The Hut by the Ash Hopper.–Outrageous.–Climbing the
Lightning Rod.–Troubled with Witches.
CHAPTER XXXV. Escaping Properly.–Dark Schemes.–Discrimination in
Stealing.–A Deep Hole.
CHAPTER XXXVI. The Lightning Rod.–His Level Best.–A Bequest to
Posterity.–A High Figure.
CHAPTER XXXVII. The Last Shirt.–Mooning Around.–Sailing Orders.–The
CHAPTER XXXVIII. The Coat of Arms.–A Skilled Superintendent.–Unpleasant
Glory.–A Tearful Subject.
CHAPTER XXXIX. Rats.–Lively Bed–fellows.–The Straw Dummy.
CHAPTER XL. Fishing.–The Vigilance Committee.–A Lively Run.–Jim Advises
CHAPTER XLI. The Doctor.–Uncle Silas.–Sister Hotchkiss.–Aunt Sally in
CHAPTER XLII. Tom Sawyer Wounded.–The Doctor’s Story.–Tom
Confesses.–Aunt Polly Arrives.–Hand Out Them Letters .
CHAPTER THE LAST. Out of Bondage.–Paying the Captive.–Yours Truly, Huck
Moses and the “Bulrushers”
Huck Stealing Away
They Tip-toed Along
Tom Sawyer’s Band of Robbers
Huck Creeps into his Window
Miss Watson’s Lecture
The Robbers Dispersed
Rubbing the Lamp
! ! ! !
Judge Thatcher surprised
Huck and his Father
Reforming the Drunkard
Falling from Grace
Getting out of the Way
Thinking it Over
Raising a Howl
Shooting the Pig
Taking a Rest
In the Woods
Watching the Boat
Discovering the Camp Fire
Jim and the Ghost
Misto Bradish’s Nigger
Exploring the Cave
In the Cave
Jim sees a Dead Man
They Found Eight Dollars
Jim and the Snake
Old Hank Bunker
“A Fair Fit”
“Him and another Man”
She puts up a Snack
On the Raft
He sometimes Lifted a Chicken
“Please don’t, Bill”
“It ain’t Good Morals”
“Oh! Lordy, Lordy!”
In a Fix
“Hello, What’s Up?”
We turned in and Slept
Turning over the Truck
Solomon and his Million Wives
The story of “Sollermun”
“We Would Sell the Raft”
Among the Snags
Asleep on the Raft
“Something being Raftsman”
“Boy, that’s a Lie”
“Here I is, Huck”
Climbing up the Bank
“It made Her look Spidery”
“They got him out and emptied Him”
Young Harney Shepherdson
“And asked me if I Liked Her”
“Behind the Wood-pile”
“And Dogs a-Coming”
“By rights I am a Duke!”
“I am the Late Dauphin”
On the Raft
The King as Juliet
“Courting on the Sly”
“A Pirate for Thirty Years”
Another little Job
“Gimme a Chaw”
A Little Monthly Drunk
The Death of Boggs
Sherburn steps out
A Dead Head
He shed Seventeen Suits
Their Pockets Bulged
Henry the Eighth in Boston Harbor
He fairly emptied that Young Fellow
“Alas, our Poor Brother”
“You Bet it is”
Making up the “Deffisit”
Going for him
The Bag of Money
Supper with the Hare-Lip
The Duke looks under the Bed
Huck takes the Money
A Crack in the Dining-room Door
“He had a Rat!”
“Was you in my Room?”
How to Find Them
Hannah with the Mumps
The True Brothers
The Doctor leads Huck
The Duke Wrote
“Jim Lit Out”
The King shakes Huck
The Duke went for Him
“Who Nailed Him?”
He gave him Ten Cents
Striking for the Back Country
Still and Sunday-like
She hugged him tight
“Who do you reckon it is?”
“It was Tom Sawyer”
“Mr. Archibald Nichols, I presume?”
A pretty long Blessing
Traveling By Rail
A Simple Job
One of the Best Authorities
Smouching the Knives
Going down the Lightning-Rod
Tom advises a Witch Pie
“Missus, dey’s a Sheet Gone”
In a Tearing Way
One of his Ancestors
Jim’s Coat of Arms
A Tough Job
Buttons on their Tails
Keeping off Dull Times
Trouble is Brewing
Every one had a Gun
Tom caught on a Splinter
Jim advises a Doctor
Uncle Silas in Danger
Old Mrs. Hotchkiss
Aunt Sally talks to Huck
Tom Sawyer wounded
The Doctor speaks for Jim
Tom rose square up in Bed
“Hand out them Letters”
Out of Bondage
IN this book a number of dialects are used, to wit: the Missouri negro
dialect; the extremest form of the backwoods Southwestern dialect; the
ordinary “Pike County” dialect; and four modified varieties of this
last. The shadings have not been done in a haphazard fashion, or by
guesswork; but painstakingly, and with the trustworthy guidance and
support of personal familiarity with these several forms of speech.
I make this explanation for the reason that without it many readers
would suppose that all these characters were trying to talk alike and
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 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. 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. Here she was a-bothering about Moses, which was no kin to her, and no use to anybody, being gone, you see, yet finding a power of fault with me for doing a thing that had some good in it. And she took snuff, too; of course that was all right, because she done it herself.
Her sister, Miss Watson, a tolerable slim old maid, with goggles on, had just come to live with her, and took a set at me now with a spelling-book. She worked me middling hard for about an hour, and then the widow made her ease up. I couldn’t stood it much longer. Then for an hour it was deadly dull, and I was fidgety. Miss Watson would say,
“Don’t put your feet up there, Huckleberry;” and “Don’t scrunch up like that, Huckleberry–set up straight;” and pretty soon she would
say, “Don’t gap and stretch like that, Huckleberry–why don’t you try to behave?” Then she told me all about the bad place, and I said I wished I was there. She got mad then, but I didn’t mean no harm. All I wanted was to go somewheres; all I wanted was a change, 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 so as to go to the good place. Well, I couldn’t see no advantage in going where she was going, so I made up my mind I wouldn’t try for it. But I never said so, because it would only make trouble, and wouldn’t do no good.
Now she had got a start, and she went on and told me all about the good place. She said all a body would have to do there was to go around all day long with a harp and sing, forever and ever. So I didn’t think
much of it. But I never said so. I asked her if she reckoned Tom Sawyer would go there, and she said not by a considerable sight. I was glad about that, because I wanted him and me to be together.
Miss Watson she kept pecking at me, and it got tiresome and lonesome. By and by they fetched the niggers in and had prayers, and then everybody was off to bed. I went up to my room with a piece of candle, and put it on the table. Then I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn’t no use. I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead. The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a
dog crying about somebody that was going to die; and the wind was trying to whisper something to me, and I couldn’t make out what it was, and so it made the cold shivers run over me. Then away out in the woods I heard
that kind of a sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell about something that’s on its mind and can’t make itself understood, and so can’t rest easy in its grave, and has to go about that way every night grieving. I got so down-hearted and scared I did wish I had some company. Pretty soon a spider went crawling up my shoulder, and I flipped it off and it lit in the candle; and before I could budge it was all shriveled up. I didn’t need anybody to tell me that that was an awful bad sign and would fetch me some bad luck, so I was scared and most shook the clothes off of me. I got up and turned around in my tracks three times and crossed my breast every time; and then I tied up a little lock of my hair with a thread to keep witches away. But I hadn’t no confidence. You do that when you’ve lost a horseshoe that you’ve found, instead of nailing it up over the door, but I hadn’t ever heard anybody say it was any way to keep off bad luck when you’d killed a spider.
I set down again, a-shaking all over, and got out my pipe for a smoke; for the house was all as still as death now, and so the widow wouldn’t know. Well, after a long time I heard the clock away off in the town go boom–boom–boom–twelve licks; and all still again–stiller than ever. Pretty soon I heard a twig snap down in the dark amongst the
trees–something was a stirring. I set still and listened. Directly I could just barely hear a “me-yow! me-yow!” down there. That was good! Says I, “me-yow! me-yow!” as soft as I could, and then I put out the light and scrambled out of the window on to the shed. Then I slipped down to the ground and crawled in among the trees, and, sure enough,
there was Tom Sawyer waiting for me.