? ? ? ? "What does he put sack-cloth and ashes on his head for?" inquired Huck.
? ? ? ? "I dono. But they've got to do it. Hermits always do. You'd have to do that if you was a hermit."
? ? ? ? "Dern'd if I would," said Huck.
? ? ? ? "Well what would you do?"
? ? ? ? "I dono. But I wouldn't do that."
? ? ? ? "Why Huck, you'd have to. How'd you get around it?"
? ? ? ? "Why I just wouldn't stand it. I'd run away."
? ? ? ? "Run away! Well you would be a nice old slouch of a hermit. You'd be a disgrace."
? ? ? ? The Red-Handed made no response, being better employed. He had finished gouging out a cob, and now he fitted a weed stem to it, loaded it with tobacco, and was pressing a coal to the charge and blowing a cloud of fragrant smoke- he was in the full bloom of luxurious contentment.
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