The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

1 THE Adventures OFTHE Adventures OFHUCKLEBERRHUCKLEBERRY FINNY FINNBY MARK TWAINA GLASSBOOK CLASSICHUCKLEBERRY FINNTheAdventures ofHuckleberryFinn(Tom Sawyer s Comrade)by Mark TwainA GLASSBOOKCLASSICNOTICEPERSONS attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be pros-ecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; per-sons attempting to find a plot in it will be ORDER OF THE AUTHOR,Per , Chief of this book a number of dialects are used, to wit: the Missourinegro dialect; the extremest form of the backwoods Southwesterndialect; the ordinary Pike County dialect; and four modified vari-eties of this last.

2 The shadings have not been done in a haphazardfashion, or by guesswork; but painstakingly, and with the trustworthyguidance and support of personal familiarity with these several formsof make this explanation for the reason that without it many readerswould suppose that all these characters were trying to talk alike andnot AUTHORCHAPTERONE1 CHAPTERTWO5 CHAPTERTHREE11 CHAPTERFOUR16 CHAPTERFIVE20 CHAPTERSIX25 CHAPTERSEVEN32 CHAPTEREIGHT39 CHAPTERNINE50 CHAPTERTEN54 CHAPTERELEVEN58 CHAPTERTWELVE66 CHAPTERTHIRTEEN73 CHAPTERFOURTEEN79 CHAPTERFIFTEEN84 CHAPTERSIXTEEN90

3 CHAPTERSEVENTEEN99 CHAPTEREIGHTEEN108 CHAPTERNINETEEN120 CONTENTSvCONTENTSviCHAPTERTWENTY129 CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE138 CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO148 CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE154 CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR160 CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE166 CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX174 CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN182 CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT189 CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE198 CHAPTERTHIRTY208 CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE212 CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO221 CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE227 CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR234 CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE240 CHAPTERTHIRTY-SIX247 CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN253 CHAPTERTHIRTY-EIGHT260 CHAPTERTHIRTY-NINE267 CHAPTERFORTY273 CHAPTERFORTY-ONE279 CHAPTERFORTY-TWO286 THECHAPTERLAST294 CHAPTER ONE1 Huckleberry FINNS cene: The Mississippi ValleyTime: Forty to fifty years agoYou don t know about me, without you have read a book by thename of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain t no matter.

4 Thatbook was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the is nothing. I never seen anybody but lied one time or another,without it was Aunt Polly, or the widow, or maybe Mary. AuntPolly Tom s Aunt Polly, she is and Mary, and the Widow Douglasis all told about in that book, which is mostly a true book, with somestretchers, as I said the way that the book winds up is this: Tom and me foundthe money that the robbers hid in the cave, and it made us rich.

5 Wegot six thousand dollars apiece all gold. It was an awful sight ofmoney when it was piled up. Well, Judge Thatcher he took it and putit out at interest, and it fetched us a dollar a day apiece all the yearround more than a body could tell what to do with. The WidowDouglas 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 dis-mal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when Icouldn t stand it no longer I lit out.

6 I got into my old rags and mysugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer hehunted me up and said he was going to start a band of robbers, andI might join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable. SoI went widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb, andshe called me a lot of other names, too, but she never meant no harmby it. She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldn t do noth-ing but sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up. Well, then, the oldthing commenced again.

7 The widow rung a bell for supper, and youhad to come to time. When you got to the table you couldn t goright to eating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuck down herhead and grumble a little over the victuals, though there warn t reallyanything the matter with them, that is, nothing only everythingwas 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 thethings go supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses andthe Bulrushers, and I was in a sweat to find out all about him; but byand by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable longtime; so then I didn t care no more about him, because I don t takeno stock in dead soon I wanted to smoke, and asked the widow to let me.

8 Butshe wouldn t. She said it was a mean practice and wasn t clean, and Imust try to not do it any more. That is just the way with some get down on a thing when they don t know nothing about she was a-bothering about Moses, which was no kin to her, andno use to anybody, being gone, you see, yet finding a power of faultwith me for doing a thing that had some good in it. And she tooksnuff, too; of course that was all right, because she done it sister, Miss Watson, a tolerable slim old maid, with goggles on, Huckleberry FINN2had just come to live with her, and took a set at me now with aspelling-book.

9 She worked me middling hard for about an hour, andthen the widow made her ease up. I couldn t stood it much for an hour it was deadly dull, and I was fidgety. Miss Watsonwould say, Don t put your feet up there, Huckleberry ; and Don tscrunch up like that, Huckleberry set up straight; and pretty soonshe would say, Don t gap and stretch like that, Huckleberry whydon t you try to behave? Then she told me all about the bad place,and I said I wished I was there.

10 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 place. Well, I couldn t see no advantage in goingwhere she was going, so I made up my mind I wouldn t try for it. ButI never said so, because it would only make trouble, and wouldn t dono she had got a start, and she went on and told me all about thegood place.