? ? ? ? "Please, Mars Tom- doan' talk so! I can't stan' it! He'd let me shove his head in my mouf- fer a favor, hain't it? I lay he'd wait a pow'ful long time 'fo' I ast him. En mo' en dat, I doan' want him to sleep wid me."
? ? ? ? "Jim, don't act so foolish. A prisoner's got to have some kind of a dumb pet, and if a rattlesnake hain't ever been tried, why, there's more glory to be gained in your being the first to ever try it than any other way you could ever think of to save your life."
? ? ? ? "Why, Mars Tom, I doan' want no sich glory. Snake take 'n bite Jim's chin off, den whah is de glory? No, sah, I doan' want no sich doin's."
? ? ? ? "Blame it, can't you try? I only want you to try- you needn't keep it up if it don't work."
? ? ? ? "But de trouble all done, ef de snake bite me while I's a tryin' him. Mars Tom, I's willin' to tackle mos'anything' at ain't onreasonable, but ef you en Huck fetches a rattlesnake in heah for me to tame, I's gwyne to leave, dat's shore."
? ? ? ? "Well, then, let it go, let it go, if you're so bullheaded about it.
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