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Twain, Mark

"The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn"


  • Here a poor prisoner, forsook by the world and friends, fretted out his sorrowful life.

  • Here a lonely heart broke, and a worn spirit went to its rest, after thirty-seven years of solitary captivity.

  • Here, homeless and friendless, after thirty-seven years of bitter captivity, perished a noble stranger, natural son of Louis XIV.



  • ? ? ? ? Tom's voice trembled, whilst he was reading them, and he most broke down. When he got done, he couldn't no way make up his mind which one for Jim to scrabble onto the wall, they was all so good; but at last he allowed he would let him scrabble them all on. Jim said it would take him a year to scrabble such a lot of truck onto the logs with a nail, and he didn't know how to make letters, besides; but Tom said he would block them out for him, and then he wouldn't have nothing to do but just follow the lines. Then pretty soon he says:


    ? ? ? ? "Come to think, the logs ain't agoing to do; they don't have log walls in a dungeon: we got to dig the inscriptions into a rock. We'll fetch a rock."


    ? ? ? ? Jim said the rock was worse than the logs; he said it would take him such a pison long time to dig them into a rock, he wouldn't ever get out.


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