Part 23 (1/2)
We never showed a light till as about ten e
Then we lit up and had a supper, and the king and the duke fairly laughed their bones loose over the way they'd served them people The duke says:
”Greenhorns, flatheads! I knew the first house would keep et roped in; and I knew they'd lay for us the third night, and consider it was _their_ turn now Well, it _is_ their turn, and I'd give so to kno much they'd take for it I _would_ just like to kno they're putting in their opportunity
They can turn it into a picnic if they want to?they brought plenty provisions”
Them rapscallions took in four hundred and sixty-five dollars in that three nights I never see on-load like that before By and by, when they was asleep and snoring, Jis carries on, Huck?”
”No,” I says, ”it don't”
”Why don't it, Huck?”
”Well, it don't, because it's in the breed I reckon they're all alike”
”But, Huck, dese kings o' ourn is reglar rapscallions; dat's jist what dey is; dey's reglar rapscallions”
”Well, that's what I's is mostly rapscallions, as fur as I can make out”
”Is dat so?”
”You read about theht; this 'n 's a Sunday-school Superintendent to _him_ And look at Charles Second, and Louis Fourteen, and Louis Fifteen, and James Second, and Edward Second, and Richard Third, and forty more; besides all them Saxon heptarchies that used to rip around so in old tiht when he was in bloom He _was_ a blossom He used toAnd he would do it just as indifferent as if he was ordering up eggs 'Fetch up Nell Gwynn,' he says They fetch her up
Next , 'Chop off her head!' And they chop it off 'Fetch up Jane Shore,' he says; and up she co, 'Chop off her head'?and they chop it off 'Ring up Fair Rosa, 'Chop off her head' And he ht; and he kept that up till he had hogged a thousand and one tales that way, and then he put theood nas, Jim, but I know them; and this old rip of ourn is one of the cleanest I've struck in history Well, Henry he takes a notion he wants to get up soive notice??give the country a show? No All of a sudden he heaves all the tea in Boston Harbor overboard, and whacks out a declaration of independence, and dares theive anybody a chance He had suspicions of his father, the Duke of Wellington Well, what did he do? Ask him to show up? No?drownded him in a butt ofaround where he hat did he do? He collared it
S'pose he contracted to do a thing, and you paid him, and didn't set down there and see that he done it?what did he do? He always done the other thing S'pose he opened his mouth?what then? If he didn't shut it up powerful quick he'd lose a lie every ti Henry was; and if we'd a had his he'd a fooled that town a heap worse than ourn done I don't say that ourn is laht down to the cold facts; but they ain't nothing to _that_ old raot to hty ornery lot It's the way they're raised”
”But dis one do _smell_ so like de nation, Huck”
”Well, they all do, Ji smells; history don't tell no way”
”Now de duke, he's a tolerble likely man in some ways”
”Yes, a duke's different But not very different This one's ahard lot for a duke When he's drunk there ain't no near-sighted ”
”Well, anyways, I doan' hanker for no mo' un um, Huck Dese is all I kin stan'”
”It's the way I feel, too, Jiot to remember what they are, and make allowances Sos”
What was the use to tell Jiood; and, besides, it was just as I said: you couldn't tell them from the real kind
I went to sleep, and Jim didn't call me when it was my turn He often done that When I waked up just at daybreak he was sitting there with his head down betwixt his knees,to himself I didn't take notice nor let on I knohat it was about He was thinking about his wife and his children, away up yonder, and he was low and homesick; because he hadn't ever been away from home before in his life; and I do believe he cared just as much for his people as white folks does for their'n It don't see and ed I was asleep, and saying, ”Po' little 'Lizabeth! po' little Johnny! it's wyne to see you no er, Ji to hi ones; and by and by he says:
”What makes me feel so bad dis time 'uz bekase I hear suo, en it mine me er de time I treat my little 'Lizabeth so ornery She warn't on'y 'bout fo' year ole, en she tuck de sk'yarlet fever, en had a powful rough spell; but she got well, en one day she was a-stannin' aroun', en I says to her, I says:
”'Shet de do''