Part 12 (1/2)

But he says:

”Oh, it ain't that kind of duty The kind I mean is a tax Whenever you strike a frontier--that's the border of a country, you know--you find a custoes a tax, which they call a duty because it's their duty to bust you if they can, and if you don't pay the duty they'll hog your sand They call it confiscating, but that don't deceive nobody, it's just hogging, and that's all it is Noe try to carry this sand hoit tired--just frontier after frontier--Egypt, Arabia, Hindostan, and so on, and they'll all whack on a duty, and so you see, easy enough, we CAN'T go THAT road”

”Why, Toht over their old frontiers; how are THEY going to stop us?”

He looked sorrowful at rave:

”Huck Finn, do you think that would be honest?”

I hate the, and he went on:

”Well, we're shut off the other way, too If we go back the e've come, there's the New York custoether, on account of the kind of cargo we've got”

”Why?”

”Well, they can't raise Sahara sand in A there, the duty is fourteen hundred thousand per cent on it if you try to fetch it in from where they do raise it”

”There ain't no sense in that, Tom Sawyer”

”Who said there WAS? What do you talk to 's got sense in it before you go to accusingabout it, and sorry Go on”

Ji we can't raise in A?”

”Yes, that's what they do”

”Mars To dey is?”

”Yes, it is”

”Don't de preacher stan' up in de pulpit en call it down on de people?”

”Yes”

”Whah do it coht, 'deed you is, honey--it con country NOW, den! do dey put a tax on dat blessin'?”

”No, they don't”