Adventures of huckleberry finn by mark twain – chapter iii

WELL, I got a good going-over in the morning from old Miss Watson on
Account of my clothes; but the widow she didn’t scold, but only cleaned
Off the grease and clay, and looked so sorry that I thought I would
Behave awhile if I could. Then Miss Watson she took me in the closet and
Prayed, but nothing come of it. She told me to pray every day, and
Whatever I asked for I would get it. But it warn’t so. I tried it.
Once I got a fish-line, but no hooks. It warn’t any good to me without
Hooks. I tried for the hooks three or four times, but somehow I couldn’t
Make it work. By and by, one day, I asked Miss Watson to try for me, but
She said I was a fool. She never told me why, and I couldn’t make it out
No way.

I set down one time back in the woods, and had a long think about it. I
Says to myself, if a body can get anything they pray for, why don’t
Deacon Winn get back the money he lost on pork? Why can’t the widow get
Back her silver snuffbox that was stole? Why can’t Miss Watson fat up?
No, says I to my self, there ain’t nothing in it. I went and told the
Widow about it, and she said the thing a body could get by praying for it
Was “spiritual gifts.” This was too many for me, but she told me what
She meant – I must help other people, and do everything I could for other
People, and look out for them all the time, and never think about myself.
This was including Miss Watson, as I took it. I went out in the woods
And turned it over in my mind a long time, but I couldn’t see no
Advantage about it – except for the other people; so at last I reckoned I
Wouldn’t worry about it any more, but just let it go. Sometimes the
Widow would take me one side and talk about Providence in a way to make a
Body’s mouth water; but maybe next day Miss Watson would take hold and
Knock it all down again. I judged I could see that there was two
Providences, and a poor chap would stand considerable show with the
Widow’s Providence, but if Miss Watson’s got him there warn’t no help for
Him any more. I thought it all out, and reckoned I would belong to the
Widow’s if he wanted me, though I couldn’t make out how he was a-going to
Be any better off then than what he was before, seeing I was so ignorant,
And so kind of low-down and ornery.

Pap he hadn’t been seen for more than a year, and that was comfortable
For me; I didn’t want to see him no more. He used to always whale me
When he was sober and could get his hands on me; though I used to take to
The woods most of the time when he was around. Well, about this time he
Was found in the river drownded, about twelve mile above town, so people
Said. They judged it was him, anyway; said this drownded man was just
His size, and was ragged, and had uncommon long hair, which was all like
Pap; but they couldn’t make nothing out of the face, because it had been
In the water so long it warn’t much like a face at all. They said he was
Floating on his back in the water. They took him and buried him on the
Bank. But I warn’t comfortable long, because I happened to think of
Something. I knowed mighty well that a drownded man don’t float on his
Back, but on his face. So I knowed, then, that this warn’t pap, but a
Woman dressed up in a man’s clothes. So I was uncomfortable again. I
Judged the old man would turn up again by and by, though I wished he
Wouldn’t.

We played robber now and then about a month, and then I resigned. All
The boys did. We hadn’t robbed nobody, hadn’t killed any people, but
Only just pretended.



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Adventures of huckleberry finn by mark twain – chapter iii