1 I was itching in eleven different places now.
2 By and by they fetched the niggers in and had prayers, and then everybody was off to bed.
3 But I said no; he might wake and make a disturbance, and then they'd find out I warn't in.
4 Then Tom said he hadn't got candles enough, and he would slip in the kitchen and get some more.
5 Then I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use.
6 Well, I couldn't see no advantage in going where she was going, so I made up my mind I wouldn't try for it.
7 She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldn't do nothing but sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up.
8 Then I slipped down to the ground and crawled in among the trees, and, sure enough, there was Tom Sawyer waiting for me.
9 Now the way that the book winds up is this: Tom and me found the money that the robbers hid in the cave, and it made us rich.
10 Miss Watson's big nigger, named Jim, was setting in the kitchen door; we could see him pretty clear, because there was a light behind him.
11 Pretty soon a spider went crawling up my shoulder, and I flipped it off and it lit in the candle; and before I could budge it was all shriveled up.
12 I got up and turned around in my tracks three times and crossed my breast every time; and then I tied up a little lock of my hair with a thread to keep witches away.
13 Here she was a-bothering about Moses, which was no kin to her, and no use to anybody, being gone, you see, yet finding a power of fault with me for doing a thing that had some good in it.
14 Then away out in the woods I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell about something that's on its mind and can't make itself understood, and so can't rest easy in its grave, and has to go about that way every night grieving.
15 The Widow Douglas she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn't stand it no longer I lit out.
16 After supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the Bulrushers, and I was in a sweat to find out all about him; but by and by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so then I didn't care no more about him, because I don't take no stock in dead people.
17 The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die; and the wind was trying to whisper something to me, and I couldn't make out what it was, and so it made the cold shivers run over me.
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