Adventures of Col. Daniel Boone

The Adventures of Huckleberry
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by Mark Twain (Samuel
Clemens)

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Title: The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)
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NOTICE
PERSONS attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be
prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished;
persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot.
BY ORDER OF THE AUTHOR, Per G.G., Chief of Ordnance.

EXPLANATORY
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 not
succeeding.
THE AUTHOR.

HUCKLEBERRY FINN
Scene: The Mississippi Valley Time: Forty to fifty years ago
CHAPTER I.
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