? ? ? ? "Smouch three," he says; "we want one to make a saw out of."
? ? ? ? "Tom, if it ain't unregular and irreligious to sejest it," I says, "there's an old rusty saw-blade around yonder sticking under the weatherboarding behind the smoke-house."
? ? ? ? He looked kind of weary and discouraged-like, and says:
? ? ? ? "It ain't no use to try to learn you nothing, Huck. Run along and smouch the knives- three of them." So I done it.
? ? ? ? As soon as we reckoned everybody was asleep, that night, we went down the lightning-rod, and shut ourselves up in the lean-to, and got out our pile of fox-fire, and went to work. We cleared everything out of the way, about four or five foot along the middle of the bottom log. Tom said he was right behind Jim's bed now, and we'd dig it under it, and when we got through there couldn't nobody in the cabin ever know there was any hole there, because Jim's counterpin hung down most to the ground, and you'd have to raise it up and look under to see the hole.
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