It Was the Raft and Mighty Glad Was We to Get Aboard of It Again

We didn't touch an oar, and we didn't speak nor whisper, nor hardly even breathe. We went gliding swift along, dead silent, by the tip of the paddlebox, and past the stern; then in a 2nd or two more we was a hundred yards below the wreck, and the darkness soaked her up, every last sign of her, and we was condom, and knowed it....

Then Jim manned the oars, and we took out subsequently our raft. Now was the first time I begun to worry about the men- I reckon I hadn't had time to before. I begun to call back how dreadful information technology was, even for murderers, to exist in such a prepare. I says to myself, there ain't no telling but I might come up to be a murderer myself, nonetheless, and then how would I like it? So says I to Jim:

"The commencement light we see, we'll country a hundred yards below information technology or to a higher place it, in a identify where it'southward a practiced hiding-place for yous and the skiff, and then I'll go and fix upward some kind of a yarn, and get somebody to go for that gang and become them out of their scrape, then they can be hung when their time comes."

Merely that thought was a failure; for pretty soon information technology begun to storm once more, and this time worse than ever. The rain poured downward, and never a light showed; everybody in bed, I reckon. We boomed along down the river, watching for lights and watching for our raft. Later a long time the rain let up, just the clouds staid, and the lightning kept whimpering, and past-and-by a flash showed us a black thing ahead, floating, and nosotros fabricated for it.

It was the raft, and mighty glad was we to get aboard of it over again. We seen a light, now, abroad downwards to the right, on shore. So I said I would go for it. The skiff was half full of plunder which that gang had stole, there on the wreck. We hustled information technology onto the raft in a pile, and I told Jim to float along down, and evidence a lite when he judged he had gone about two mile, and keep it burning till I come; and so I manned my oars and shoved for the light. As I got down towards it, iii or four more showed- up on a hillside. Information technology was a village. I closed in higher up the shore-light, and laid on my oars and floated. Every bit I went past, I see it was a lantern hanging on the jackstaff of a double-hull ferry-boat. I skimmed effectually for the watchman, a-wondering whereabouts he slept; and by-and-past I institute him roosting on the bitts, forrad, with his caput down between his knees. I give his shoulder 2 or 3 little shoves, and begun to cry.

-Huckleberry Finn
An extract taken from
The Adventures of Blueberry Finn past Mark Twain (pgs 79-80)

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