? ? ? ? "What is the talk around, Huck? I've heard a power of it."
? ? ? ? "Talk? Well, it's just Muff Potter, Muff Potter, Muff Potter all the time. It keeps me in a sweat, constant, so's I want to hide som'ers."
? ? ? ? "That's just the same way they go on round me. I reckon he's a goner. Don't you feel sorry for him, sometimes?"
? ? ? ? "Most always- most always. He ain't no account; but then he hain't ever done anything to hurt anybody. Just fishes a little, to get money to get drunk on- and loafs around considerable; but lord we all do that- leastways most of us,- preachers and such like. But he's kind of good- he give me half a fish, once, when there warn't enough for two; and lots of times he's kind of stood by me when I was out of luck."
? ? ? ? "Well, he's mended kites for me, Huck, and knitted hooks on to my line. I wish we could get him out of there."
? ? ? ? "My! we couldn't get him out Tom. And besides, It wouldn't do any good; they'd ketch him again."
? ? ? ? "Yes- so they would.
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