Huckleberry Finn - Dave Mckay, Mark Twain (reading books for 7 year olds TXT) š
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Pap wasnāt in a good spirit -- like he is most of the time. He said he had been down in town, and everything was going wrong. His lawyer said he believed he would win his argument and get the money if they ever got started; but then there was ways to put it off a long time, and Judge Thatcher knowed how to do it. And he said people were saying thereād be another move to get me away from him and give me to the widow for my care, and they believed it would win this time. This shook me up a lot, because I didnāt want to go back to the widowās any more and be so squeezed up and straight. Then the old man got to using bad words, and he used them against everything and everybody he could think of, and then did them all over again to make sure he hadnāt missed any, and after that he finished off with a kind of a general shout all around, with quite a lot of people which he didnāt know the names of, and so he called them whatās-his-name when he got to them, and went right along with his bad words.
He said he would like to see the widow try and get me. He said he would watch out, and if they tried any such game on him he knowed of a place six or seven mile off to hide me in, where they might hunt until they dropped and they couldnāt find me. That made me pretty scared again, but only for a minute; I made my mind up that I wouldnāt stay on hand long enough for him to do that.
The old man made me go to the boat and bring the things he had got. There was a fifty-pound bag of corn meal, and a side of salted pig meat, bullets, and a four-gallon container of whiskey, and a few other things. I carried up some of it, and went back and sat down on the front of the boat to rest. I thought it all over, and I thought I would walk off with the rifle and some lines, and take to the trees when I run away. I wouldnāt stay in one place, but just walk right across the country, mostly night times, and hunt and fish to keep alive, and get so far away that the old man or the widow couldnāt ever find me any more. I planned to saw my way out and leave that night if pap got drunk enough, and I believed he would. I got so full of thinking about it I didnāt know how long I had been staying at the boat until the old man shouted and asked me if I was asleep or drowned.
I got the things all up to the cabin, and then it was about dark. While I was cooking dinner the old man took a drink or two and got himself warmed up, and went to angry talking again. He had been drunk over in town, sleeping all night in the open, and he was something to look at. A body would a thought he was Adam -- he was just all mud.
Whenever his whiskey started to work he most always went for the government. This time he says: āCall this a government? Why, just look at it and see what itās like. Hereās the law a-standing ready to take a manās son away from him -- a manās own son, which he has had all the trouble and all the worry and all the cost of caring for. Yes, just as that man has got that son growed up at last, and ready to go to work and start to do something for him and give him a rest, the law up and goes for him. And they call that government! That aināt all, either. The law backs that old Judge Thatcher up and helps him to keep me out of my money. Hereās what the law does: The law takes a man worth six thousand dollars and more, and squeezes him into an old prison of a cabin like this, and lets him go round in clothes that aināt good enough for a pig. They call that government? A man canāt get his rights in a government like this. Sometimes Iāve a strong feeling to just leave the country for good and all. Yes, and I told āem so; I told old Thatcher so to his face. Lots of 'em heard me, and can tell what I said. Says I, for two cents Iād leave this awful country and never come near it again. Themās the very words. I says look at my hat -- if you can call it a hat -- but the top sticks up and the rest of it goes down until itās below my face, and then it aināt really a hat at all, but more like my head was pushed up through a piece of stove pipe. Look at it, says I -- such a hat for me to wear -- and me one of the richest men in this town if I could get my rights.
āOh, yes, this is a wonderful government, wonderful. Why, look here. There was a free nigger there from Ohio -- half and half he was, almost as white as a white man. He had the whitest shirt on you ever seen, too, and the cleanest hat; and there aināt a man in that town thatās got as good clothes as what he had; and he had a gold watch and chain, and a silver-headed walking stick -- the awfulest old grey-headed businessman in the country. And what do you think? They said he was a teacher in a university, and could talk all kinds of languages, and knowed everything. And that aināt the worst. They said he could vote when he was at home. Well, that let me out. Thinks I, what is the country a-coming to? It was voting day, and I was just about to go and vote myself if I wasnāt too drunk to get there; but when they told me there was a place in this country where theyād let that nigger vote, I pulled out. I says Iāll never vote again. Themās the very words I said; they all heard me; and the country may come to nothing for all I care -- Iāll never vote again as long as I live. And to see the cool way of that nigger -- why, he wouldnāt a give me the road if I hadnāt pushed him out of the way. I says to the people, why aināt this nigger put up for sale and sold? -- thatās what I want to know. And what do you think they said? Why, they said he couldnāt be sold until heād been here for six months, and he hadnāt been there that long yet. There, now - - thatās proof. They call that a government that canāt sell a free nigger until heās been one place six months. Hereās a government that calls itself a government, and lets on to be a government, and thinks it is a government, and yet itās got to sit doing nothing for six whole months before it can take a hold of a travelling, robbing, awful, white-shirted free nigger, and -- ā
Pap was a-going on so he never saw where his old legs was taking him to, so he went head over heels over the bucket of salted pig meat and took skin off the front of both legs. After that his talking was all the hottest kind of language -- mostly hitting at black people and the government, but he give the bucket some, too, all along, here and there. He jumped around the cabin a lot, first on one leg and then on the other, holding first on one leg and then onto the other, and at last he let out with his left foot and give the bucket a shaking kick.
But it werenāt a good choice, because that was the shoe that had two or three of his toes hanging out the front end of it; so now he let out a shout that was enough to make a bodyās hair stand up, and down he went in the dirt, and lay there, holding his toes; and the bad words he used then stood over anything he had ever done before. He said so himself after that. He had heard old Sowberry Hagan in his best days, and he said it stood over him, too; but I think that was kind of putting it on, maybe.
After dinner pap took the bottle, and said he had enough whiskey there for two drunks and one round of the dreaming shakes. I judged he would be blind drunk in about an hour, and then I would take the key, or saw myself out, one or tāother. He went on drinking and drinking, and fell down on his blankets by and by; but luck didnāt run my way. He didnāt go deep asleep, but was moving around. He groaned and moaned and threw his arms and legs around this way and that for a long time. At last I got so tired it was all I could do to keep my eyes open, and so before I knowed what I was about I was deep asleep, and the candle was still burning.
I donāt know how long I was asleep, but all out of the quiet there was an awful shout and I was up. There was pap looking wild, and jumping around every which way and shouting about snakes. He said they was coming up his legs; and then he would give a jump and shout, and say one was biting him on the cheek -- but I couldnāt see no snakes. He started to run around and around the cabin, shouting āTake him off! take him off! heās biting me on the neck!ā I never seen a man look so wild in the eyes. Pretty soon he was all tired out, and fell down breathing real fast; then he turned over and over wonderful fast, kicking things every which way, and hitting and reaching at the air with his hands, and crying and saying there was devils took a-hold of him. He tired out by and by, and was quiet a while, moaning. Then he was quieter still, and didnāt make a sound. I could hear the owls and the wolves away off in the trees, and it seemed awful quiet. He was laying over by the corner of the cabin.
By and by he lifted himself up part way and listened, with his head to one side.
He says, very low: āStep -- step -- step; thatās the dead; step -- step -- step; theyāre coming after me; but I wonāt go. Oh, theyāre here! Donāt touch me -- donāt! Hands off -- theyāre cold; let go. Oh, let a poor devil alone!ā
Then he went down on all fours and moved around like that, begging them to let him alone, and he covered himself up in his blanket and squeezed in under the old table, still a-begging; and then he went to crying. I could hear him through the blanket.
By and by he come out and jumped up on his feet looking wild, and he seen me and went for me. He ran after me around and around the place with a pocket-knife, calling me the Angel of Death, and saying he would kill me, and then I couldnāt come for him no more. I begged, and told him I was only Huck; but he laughed such an awful laugh, and shouted and used bad words, and kept on coming after me. Once when I turned short and raced under his arm he made a reach and got me by the coat between my shoulders, and I thought I was gone; but I come out of that coat fast as lightning, and saved myself. Pretty soon he was all tired out, and dropped down with his back against the door, and said he would rest a minute and then kill me. He put his knife under him, and said he would sleep and get strong, and then he would see who was who.
I climbed up as soft as I could, not to make any noise, and got down the rifle. I pushed the stick down it to make sure it had gunpowder in it, then I rested it on the top of a barrel, pointing toward pap, and sat down behind it to wait for him to move. And how slow and quiet the time did go by.
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