? ? ? ? "No, he hain't," Tom says; "it's all there, yet- six thousand dollars and more; and your pap hain't ever been back since. Hadn't when I come away, anyhow."
? ? ? ? Jim says, kind of solemn:
? ? ? ? "He ain't a comin' back no mo', Huck."
? ? ? ? I says:
? ? ? ? "Why, Jim?"
? ? ? ? "Nemmine why, Huck- but he ain't comin' back no mo'."
? ? ? ? But I kept at him; so at last he says:
? ? ? ? "Doan' you 'member de house dat was float'n down de river, en dey wuz a man in dah, kivered up, en I went in en unkivered him and didn't let you come in? Well, den, you k'n git yo' money when you wants it; kase dat wuz him."
? ? ? ? Tom's most well, now, and got his bullet around his neck on a watch-guard for a watch, and is always seeing what time it is, and so there ain't nothing more to write about, and I am rotten glad of it, because if I'd a knowed what a trouble it was to make a book I wouldn't a tackled it and ain't agoing to no more. But I reckon I got to light out for the Territory ahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally she's going to adopt me and sivilize me and I can't stand it.
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