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āYes, Miss Mary Jane she wanted you to do that. She says, āTell them to give Uncle Harvey and William my love and a kiss, and say Iāve run over the river to see Mr.āāMr.āwhat is the name of that rich family your uncle Peter used to think so much of?āI mean the one thatāā
āWhy, you must mean the Apthorps, aināt it?ā
āOf course; bother them kind of names, a body canāt ever seem to remember them, half the time, somehow. Yes, she said, say she has run over for to ask the Apthorps to be sure and come to the auction and buy this house, because she allowed her uncle Peter would ruther they had it than anybody else; and sheās going to stick to them till they say theyāll come, and then, if she aināt too tired, sheās coming home; and if she is, sheāll be home in the morning anyway. She said, donāt say nothing about the Proctors, but only about the Apthorpsāwhich āll be perfectly true, because she is going there to speak about their buying the house; I know it, because she told me so herself.ā
āAll right,ā they said, and cleared out to lay for their uncles, and give them the love and the kisses, and tell them the message.
Everything was all right now. The girls wouldnāt say nothing because they wanted to go to England; and the king and the duke would ruther Mary Jane was off working for the auction than around in reach of Doctor Robinson. I felt very good; I judged I had done it pretty neatāI reckoned Tom Sawyer couldnāt a done it no neater himself. Of course he would a throwed more style into it, but I canāt do that very handy, not being brung up to it.
Well, they held the auction in the public square, along towards the end of the afternoon, and it strung along, and strung along, and the old man he was on hand and looking his level pisonest, up there longside of the auctioneer, and chipping in a little Scripture now and then, or a little goody-goody saying of some kind, and the duke he was around goo-gooing for sympathy all he knowed how, and just spreading himself generly.
But by and by the thing dragged through, and everything was soldāeverything but a little old trifling lot in the graveyard. So theyād got to work that offāI never see such a girafft as the king was for wanting to swallow everything. Well, whilst they was at it a steamboat landed, and in about two minutes up comes a crowd a-whooping and yelling and laughing and carrying on, and singing out:
āHereās your opposition line! hereās your two sets oā heirs to old Peter Wilksāand you pays your money and you takes your choice!ā
CHAPTER XXIX.
THEY was fetching a very nice-looking old gentleman along, and a nice-looking younger one, with his right arm in a sling. And, my souls, how the people yelled and laughed, and kept it up. But I didnāt see no joke about it, and I judged it would strain the duke and the king some to see any. I reckoned theyād turn pale. But no, nary a pale did they turn. The duke he never let on he suspicioned what was up, but just went a goo-gooing around, happy and satisfied, like a jug thatās googling out buttermilk; and as for the king, he just gazed and gazed down sorrowful on them new-comers like it give him the stomach-ache in his very heart to think there could be such frauds and rascals in the world. Oh, he done it admirable. Lots of the principal people gethered around the king, to let him see they was on his side. That old gentleman that had just come looked all puzzled to death. Pretty soon he begun to speak, and I see straight off he pronounced like an Englishmanānot the kingās way, though the kingās was pretty good for an imitation. I canāt give the old gentās words, nor I canāt imitate him; but he turned around to the crowd, and says, about like this:
āThis is a surprise to me which I wasnāt looking for; and Iāll acknowledge, candid and frank, I aināt very well fixed to meet it and answer it; for my brother and me has had misfortunes; heās broke his arm, and our baggage got put off at a town above here last night in the night by a mistake. I am Peter Wilksā brother Harvey, and this is his brother William, which canāt hear nor speakāand canāt even make signs to amount to much, nowāt heās only got one hand to work them with. We are who we say we are; and in a day or two, when I get the baggage, I can prove it. But up till then I wonāt say nothing more, but go to the hotel and wait.ā
So him and the new dummy started off; and the king he laughs, and blethers out:
āBroke his armāvery likely, aināt it?āand very convenient, too, for a fraud thatās got to make signs, and aināt learnt how. Lost their baggage! Thatās mighty good!āand mighty ingeniousāunder the circumstances!ā
So he laughed again; and so did everybody else, except three or four, or maybe half a dozen. One of these was that doctor; another one was a sharp-looking gentleman, with a carpet-bag of the old-fashioned kind made out of carpet-stuff, that had just come off of the steamboat and was talking to him in a low voice, and glancing towards the king now and then and nodding their headsāit was Levi Bell, the lawyer that was gone up to Louisville; and another one was a big rough husky that come along and listened to all the old gentleman said, and was listening to the king now. And when the king got done this husky up and says:
āSay, looky here; if you are Harvey Wilks, whenād you come to this town?ā
āThe day before the funeral, friend,ā says the king.
āBut what time oā day?ā
āIn the evenināāābout an hour er two before sundown.ā
āHowād you come?ā
āI come down on the Susan Powell from Cincinnati.ā
āWell, then, howād you come to be up at the Pint in the mornināāin a canoe?ā
āI warnāt up at the Pint in the morninā.ā
āItās a lie.ā
Several of them jumped for him and begged him not to talk that way to an old man and a preacher.
āPreacher be hanged, heās a fraud and a liar. He was up at the Pint that morninā. I live up there, donāt I? Well, I was up there, and he was up there. I see him there. He come in a canoe, along with Tim Collins and a boy.ā
The doctor he up and says:
āWould you know the boy again if you was to see him, Hines?ā
āI reckon I would, but I donāt know. Why, yonder he is, now. I know him perfectly easy.ā
It was me he pointed at. The doctor says:
āNeighbors, I donāt know whether the new couple is frauds or not; but if these two aināt frauds, I am an idiot, thatās all. I think itās our duty to see that they donāt get away from here till weāve looked into this thing. Come along, Hines; come along, the rest of you. Weāll take these fellows to the tavern and affront them with tāother couple, and I reckon weāll find out something before we get through.ā
It was nuts for the crowd, though maybe not for the kingās friends; so we all started. It was about sundown. The doctor he led me along by the hand, and was plenty kind enough, but he never let go my hand.
We all got in a big room in the hotel, and lit up some candles, and fetched in the new couple. First, the doctor says:
āI donāt wish to be too hard on these two men, but I think theyāre frauds, and they may have complices that we donāt know nothing about. If they have, wonāt the complices get away with that bag of gold Peter Wilks left? It aināt unlikely. If these men aināt frauds, they wonāt object to sending for that money and letting us keep it till they prove theyāre all rightāaināt that so?ā
Everybody agreed to that. So I judged they had our gang in a pretty tight place right at the outstart. But the king he only looked sorrowful, and says:
āGentlemen, I wish the money was there, for I aināt got no disposition to throw anything in the way of a fair, open, out-and-out investigation oā this misable business; but, alas, the money aināt there; you kān send and see, if you want to.ā
āWhere is it, then?ā
āWell, when my niece give it to me to keep for her I took and hid it inside oā the straw tick oā my bed, not wishinā to bank it for the few days weād be here, and considerinā the bed a safe place, we not beinā used to niggers, and supposānā āem honest, like servants in England. The niggers stole it the very next morninā after I had went down stairs; and when I sold āem I hadnāt missed the money yit, so they got clean away with it. My servant here kān tell you ābout it, gentlemen.ā
The doctor and several said āShucks!ā and I see nobody didnāt altogether believe him. One man asked me if I see the niggers steal it. I said no, but I see them sneaking out of the room and hustling away, and I never thought nothing, only I reckoned they was afraid they had waked up my master and was trying to get away before he made trouble with them. That was all they asked me. Then the doctor whirls on me and says:
āAre you English, too?ā
I says yes; and him and some others laughed, and said, āStuff!ā
Well, then they sailed in on the general investigation, and there we had it, up and down, hour in, hour out, and nobody never said a word about supper, nor ever seemed to think about itāand so they kept it up, and kept it up; and it was the worst mixed-up thing you ever see. They made the king tell his yarn, and they made the old gentleman tell hisān; and anybody but a lot of prejudiced chuckleheads would a seen that the old gentleman was spinning truth and tāother one lies. And by and by they had me up to tell what I knowed. The king he give me a left-handed look out of the corner of his eye, and so I knowed enough to talk on the right side. I begun to tell about Sheffield, and how we lived there, and all about the English Wilkses, and so on; but I didnāt get pretty fur till the doctor begun to laugh; and Levi Bell, the lawyer, says:
āSet down, my boy; I wouldnāt strain myself if I was you. I reckon you aināt used to lying, it donāt seem to come handy; what you want is practice. You do it pretty awkward.ā
I didnāt care nothing for the compliment, but I was glad to be let off, anyway.
The doctor he started to say something, and turns and says:
āIf youād been in town at first, Levi Bellāā The king broke in and reached out his hand, and says:
āWhy, is this my poor dead brotherās old friend that heās wrote so often about?ā
The lawyer and him shook hands, and the lawyer smiled and looked pleased, and they talked right along awhile, and then got to one side and talked low; and at last the lawyer speaks up and says:
āThat āll fix it. Iāll take the order and send it, along with your brotherās, and then theyāll know itās all right.ā
So they got some paper and a pen, and the king he set down and twisted his head to one side, and chawed his tongue, and scrawled off something; and then they
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