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Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

Mark Twain

1884

Twain's Mississippi River novel, prepared chapter by chapter from Project Gutenberg plaintext for vocabulary-focused reading.

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CHAPTER XV.

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Chapter 15 — CHAPTER XV. Central question What does the fog episode reveal about Huck’s sense of Jim? Main argument Separated by fog, Huck lies to Jim about what happened, treating the practical joke as harmless....

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every now and then, and if we didn’t try hard to make out to understand them they’d just take us into bad luck, ’stead of keeping us out of it. The lot of tow-heads was troubles we was going to get into with quarrelsome people and all kinds of mean folks, but if we minded our business and didn’t talk back and aggravate them, we would pull through and get out of the fog and into the big clear river, which was the free States, and wouldn’t have no more trouble. It had clouded up pretty dark just after I got on to the raft, but it was clearing up again now. “Oh, well, that’s all interpreted well enough as far as it goes, Jim,” I says; “but what does _these_ things stand for?” It was the leaves and rubbish on the raft and the smashed oar. You could see them first-rate now. Jim looked at the trash, and then looked at me, and back at the trash again. He had got the dream fixed so strong in his head that he couldn’t seem to shake it loose and get the facts back into its place again right away. But when he did get the thing straightened around he looked at me steady without ever smiling, and says: “What do dey stanfor? I’se gwyne to tell you. When I got all wore out wid work, en wid de callinfor you, en went to sleep, my heart wuz mosbroke bekase you wuz los’, en I didnk’yer nomowhat become er me en de raf’. En when I wake up en fine you back agin, all safe en soun’, de tears come, en I could a got down on my knees en kiss yofoot, I’s so thankful. En all you wuz thinkin’ ’bout wuz how you could make a fool uv ole Jim wid a lie. Dat truck dah is _trash;_ en trash is what people is dat puts dirt on de head er dey fren’s en makesem ashamed.” Then he got up slow and walked to the wigwam, and went in there without saying anything but that. But that was enough. It made me feel so mean I could almost kissed _his_ foot to get him to take it back. It was fifteen minutes before I could work myself up to go and humble myself to a nigger; but I done it, and I warn’t ever sorry for it afterwards, neither. I didn’t do him no more mean tricks, and I wouldn’t done that one if I’d a knowed it would make him feel that way.

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