He got to hanging around the widows too much and so she told him at last that if he didnt quit using around there she would make trouble for him. Well, WASNT he mad? He said he would show who was Huck Finns boss. So he watched out for me one day in the spring, and catched me, and took me up the river about three mile in a skiff, and crossed over to the Illinois shore where it was woody and there warnt no houses but an old log hut in a place where the timber was so thick you couldnt find it if you didnt know where it was.
He kept me with him all the time, and I never got a chance to run off. We lived in that old cabin, and he always locked the door and put the key under his head nights. He had a gun which he had stole, I reckon, and we fished and hunted, and that was what we lived on. Every little while he locked me in and went down to the store, three miles, to the ferry, and traded fish and game for whisky, and fetched it home and got drunk and had a good time, and licked me. The widow she found out where I was by and by, and she sent a man over to try to get hold of me; but pap drove him off with the gun, and it warnt long after that till I was used to being where I was, and liked it all but the cowhide part[42].
It was kind of lazy and jolly, laying off comfortable all day, smoking and fishing, and no books nor study. Two months or more run along, and my clothes got to be all rags and dirt, and I didnt see how Id ever got to like it so well at the widows, where you had to wash, and eat on a plate, and comb up, and go to bed and get up regular, and be forever bothering over a book, and have old Miss Watson pecking at you all the time. I didnt want to go back no more. I had stopped cussing, because the widow didnt like it; but now I took to it again[43] because pap hadnt no objections. It was pretty good times up in the woods there, take it all around.
But by and by pap got too handy with his hickry, and I couldnt stand it. I was all over welts. He got to going away so much, too, and locking me in. Once he locked me in and was gone three days. It was dreadful lonesome. I judged he had got drowned, and I wasnt ever going to get out any more. I was scared. I made up my mind I would fix up some way to leave there. I had tried to get out of that cabin many a time, but I couldnt find no way. There warnt a window to it big enough for a dog to get through. I couldnt get up the chimbly; it was too narrow. The door was thick, solid oak slabs. Pap was pretty careful not to leave a knife or anything in the cabin when he was away; I reckon I had hunted the place over as much as a hundred times; well, I was most all the time at it, because it was about the only way to put in the time. But this time I found something at last; I found an old rusty wood-saw without any handle; it was laid in between a rafter and the clapboards of the roof. I greased it up and went to work. There was an old horse-blanket nailed against the logs at the far end of the cabin behind the table, to keep the wind from blowing through the chinks and putting the candle out. I got under the table and raised the blanket, and went to work to saw a section of the big bottom log out big enough to let me through. Well, it was a good long job, but I was getting towards the end of it when I heard paps gun in the woods. I got rid of the signs of my work, and dropped the blanket and hid my saw, and pretty soon pap come in.
Pap warnt in a good humor so he was his natural self. He said he was down town, and everything was going wrong. His lawyer said he reckoned he would win his lawsuit and get the money if they ever got started on the trial; but then there was ways to put it off a long time, and Judge Thatcher knowed how to do it. And he said people allowed thered be another trial to get me away from him and give me to the widow for my guardian, and they guessed it would win this time. This shook me up considerable, because I didnt want to go back to the widows any more and be so cramped up and sivilized, as they called it. Then the old man got to cussing, and cussed everything and everybody he could think of, and then cussed them all over again to make sure he hadnt skipped any, and after that he polished off with a kind of a general cuss all round, including a considerable parcel of people which he didnt know the names of, and so called them whats-his-name when he got to them, and went right along with his cussing.
He said he would like to see the widow get me. He said he would watch out, and if they tried to come any such game on him he knowed of a place six or seven mile off to stow me in, where they might hunt till they dropped and they couldnt find me. That made me pretty uneasy again, but only for a minute; I reckoned I wouldnt stay on hand[44] till he got that chance.
The old man made me go to the skiff and fetch the things he had got. There was a fifty-pound sack of corn meal, and a side of bacon, ammunition, and a four-gallon jug of whisky, and an old book and two newspapers for wadding, besides some tow. I toted up a load, and went back and set down on the bow of the skiff to rest. I thought it all over, and I reckoned I would walk off with the gun and some lines, and take to the woods when I run away. I guessed I wouldnt stay in one place, but just tramp right across the country, mostly night times, and hunt and fish to keep alive, and so get so far away that the old man nor the widow couldnt ever find me any more. I judged I would saw out and leave that night if pap got drunk enough, and I reckoned he would. I got so full of it I didnt notice how long I was staying till the old man hollered and asked me whether I was asleep or drownded.
I got the things all up to the cabin, and then it was about dark. While I was cooking supper the old man took a swig or two and got sort of warmed up, and went to ripping again. He had been drunk over in town, and laid in the gutter all night, and he was a sight to look at. A body would a thought he was Adam he was just all mud. Whenever his liquor begun to work he most always went for the govment[45], this time he says:
Call this a govment! why, just look at it and see what its like. Heres the law a-standing ready to take a mans son away from him a mans own son, which he has had all the trouble and all the anxiety and all the expense of raising. Yes, just as that man has got that son raised at last, and ready to go to work and begin to do suthin for HIM and give him a rest, the law up and goes for him. And they call THAT govment! That aint all, nuther. The law backs that old Judge Thatcher up and helps him to keep me out o my property. Heres what the law does: The law takes a man worth six thousand dollars and upards, and jams him into an old trap of a cabin like this, and lets him go round in clothes that aint fitten for a hog. They call that govment! A man cant get his rights in a govment like this. Sometimes Ive a mighty notion to just leave the country for good and all. Yes, and I TOLD em so; I told old Thatcher so to his face. Lots of em heard me, and can tell what I said. Says I, for two cents Id leave the blamed country and never come a-near it agin. Thems the very words. I says look at my hat if you call it a hat but the lid raises up and the rest of it goes down till its below my chin, and then it aint rightly a hat at all, but more like my head was shoved up through a jint o stove-pipe. Look at it, says I such a hat for me to wear one of the wealthiest men in this town if I could git my rights[46].
Oh, yes, this is a wonderful govment, wonderful. Why, looky here. There was a free nigger there from Ohio a mulatter, most as white as a white man. He had the whitest shirt on you ever see, too, and the shiniest hat; and there aint a man in that town thats got as fine clothes as what he had; and he had a gold watch and chain, and a silver-headed cane the awfulest old gray-headed nabob in the State. And what do you think? They said he was a pfessor in a college, and could talk all kinds of languages, and knowed everything. And that aint the wust. They said he could VOTE when he was at home. Well, that let me out. Thinks I, what is the country a-coming to? It was lection day, and I was just about to go and vote myself if I warnt too drunk to get there; but when they told me there was a State in this country where theyd let that nigger vote, I drawed out. I says Ill never vote agin. Thems the very words I said; they all heard me; and the country may rot for all me Ill never vote agin as long as I live. And to see the cool way of that nigger why, he wouldnt a give me the road if I hadnt shoved him out o the way. I says to the people, why aint this nigger put up at auction and sold? thats what I want to know. And what do you reckon they said? Why, they said he couldnt be sold till hed been in the State six months, and he hadnt been there that long yet. There, now thats a specimen. They call that a govment that cant sell a free nigger till hes been in the State six months. Heres a govment that calls itself a govment, and lets on to be a govment, and thinks it is a govment, and yets got to set stock-still for six whole months before it can take a hold of a prowling, thieving, infernal, white-shirted free nigger, and
Oh, yes, this is a wonderful govment, wonderful. Why, looky here. There was a free nigger there from Ohio a mulatter, most as white as a white man. He had the whitest shirt on you ever see, too, and the shiniest hat; and there aint a man in that town thats got as fine clothes as what he had; and he had a gold watch and chain, and a silver-headed cane the awfulest old gray-headed nabob in the State. And what do you think? They said he was a pfessor in a college, and could talk all kinds of languages, and knowed everything. And that aint the wust. They said he could VOTE when he was at home. Well, that let me out. Thinks I, what is the country a-coming to? It was lection day, and I was just about to go and vote myself if I warnt too drunk to get there; but when they told me there was a State in this country where theyd let that nigger vote, I drawed out. I says Ill never vote agin. Thems the very words I said; they all heard me; and the country may rot for all me Ill never vote agin as long as I live. And to see the cool way of that nigger why, he wouldnt a give me the road if I hadnt shoved him out o the way. I says to the people, why aint this nigger put up at auction and sold? thats what I want to know. And what do you reckon they said? Why, they said he couldnt be sold till hed been in the State six months, and he hadnt been there that long yet. There, now thats a specimen. They call that a govment that cant sell a free nigger till hes been in the State six months. Heres a govment that calls itself a govment, and lets on to be a govment, and thinks it is a govment, and yets got to set stock-still for six whole months before it can take a hold of a prowling, thieving, infernal, white-shirted free nigger, and
Pap was agoing on so he never noticed where his old limber legs was taking him to[47], so he went head over heels over the tub of salt pork and barked both shins, and the rest of his speech was all the hottest kind of language mostly hove at the nigger and the govment, though he give the tub some, too, all along, here and there. He hopped around the cabin considerable, first on one leg and then on the other, holding first one shin and then the other one, and at last he let out with his left foot all of a sudden and fetched the tub a rattling kick. But it warnt good judgment, because that was the boot that had a couple of his toes leaking out of the front end of it; so now he raised a howl that fairly made a bodys hair raise, and down he went in the dirt, and rolled there, and held his toes; and the cussing he done then laid over anything he had ever done previous. He said so his own self afterwards. He had heard old Sowberry Hagan in his best days, and he said it laid over him, too; but I reckon that was sort of piling it on, maybe.
After supper pap took the jug, and said he had enough whisky there for two drunks and one delirium tremens[48]. That was always his word. I judged he would be blind drunk[49] in about an hour, and then I would steal the key, or saw myself out, one or tother. He drank and drank, and tumbled down on his blankets by and by; but luck didnt run my way. He didnt go sound asleep, but was uneasy. He groaned and moaned and thrashed around this way and that for a long time. At last I got so sleepy I couldnt keep my eyes open all I could do, and so before I knowed what I was about I was sound asleep, and the candle burning.
I dont know how long I was asleep, but all of a sudden there was an awful scream and I was up. There was pap looking wild, and skipping around every which way and yelling about snakes. He said they was crawling up his legs; and then he would give a jump and scream, and say one had bit him on the cheek but I couldnt see no snakes. He started and run round and round the cabin, hollering Take him off! take him off! hes biting me on the neck! I never see a man look so wild in the eyes. Pretty soon he was all fagged out, and fell down panting; then he rolled over and over wonderful fast, kicking things every which way, and striking and grabbing at the air with his hands, and screaming and saying there was devils a-hold of him. He wore out by and by, and laid still a while, moaning. Then he laid stiller, and didnt make a sound. I could hear the owls and the wolves away off in the woods, and it seemed terrible still. He was laying over by the corner. By and by he raised up part way and listened, with his head to one side. He says, very low:
Tramp-tramp-tramp; thats the dead; tramp-tramp-tramp; theyre coming after me; but I wont go. Oh, theyre here! dont touch me dont! hands off theyre cold; let go. Oh, let a poor devil alone!
Then he went down on all fours[50] and crawled off, begging them to let him alone, and he rolled himself up in his blanket and wallowed in under the old pine table, still a-begging; and then he went to crying. I could hear him through the blanket.
By and by he rolled out and jumped up on his feet looking wild, and he see me and went for me. He chased me round and round the place with a clasp-knife, calling me the Angel of Death, and saying he would kill me, and then I couldnt come for him no more. I begged, and told him I was only Huck; but he laughed SUCH a screechy laugh, and roared and cussed, and kept on chasing me up. Once when I turned short and dodged under his arm he made a grab and got me by the jacket between my shoulders, and I thought I was gone[51]; but I slid out of the jacket quick as lightning, and saved myself. Pretty soon he was all tired out, and dropped down with his back against the door, and said he would rest a minute and then kill me. He put his knife under him, and said he would sleep and get strong, and then he would see who was who.
So he dozed off pretty soon. By and by I got the old split-bottom chair and clumb up as easy as I could, not to make any noise, and got down the gun. I slipped the ramrod down it to make sure it was loaded, then I laid it across the turnip barrel, pointing towards pap, and set down behind it to wait for him to stir. And how slow and still the time did drag along.
Chapter VII
Git up! What you bout?
I opened my eyes and looked around, trying to make out where I was. It was after sun-up, and I had been sound asleep. Pap was standing over me looking sour and sick, too. He says:
What you doin with this gun?
I judged he didnt know nothing about what he had been doing, so I says:
Somebody tried to get in, so I was laying for him[52].
Why didnt you roust me out?
Well, I tried to, but I couldnt; I couldnt budge you.
Well, all right. Dont stand there palavering all day, but out with you and see if theres a fish on the lines for breakfast. Ill be along in a minute.
He unlocked the door, and I cleared out up the river-bank. I noticed some pieces of limbs and such things floating down, and a sprinkling of bark; so I knowed the river had begun to rise. I reckoned I would have great times now if I was over at the town. The June rise used to be always luck for me; because as soon as that rise begins here comes cordwood floating down, and pieces of log rafts sometimes a dozen logs together; so all you have to do is to catch them and sell them to the wood-yards and the sawmill.
I went along up the bank with one eye out for pap and tother one out for what the rise might fetch along. Well, all at once here comes a canoe; just a beauty, too, about thirteen or fourteen foot long, riding high like a duck. I shot head-first off of the bank like a frog, clothes and all on, and struck out for the canoe. I just expected thered be somebody laying down in it, because people often done that to fool folks, and when a chap had pulled a skiff out most to it theyd raise up and laugh at him. But it warnt so this time. It was a drift-canoe sure enough, and I clumb in and paddled her[53] ashore. Thinks I, the old man will be glad when he sees this shes worth ten dollars. But when I got to shore pap wasnt in sight yet, and as I was running her into a little creek like a gully, all hung over with vines and willows, I struck another idea: I judged Id hide her good, and then, stead of taking to the woods when I run off, Id go down the river about fifty mile and camp in one place for good, and not have such a rough time tramping on foot.