Mark Twain. Tom Sawyer Abroad
   Mark Twain. Tom Sawyer Abroad.
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Chapter I. TOM SEEKS NEW ADVENTURES
DO  you  reckon  Tom  Sawyer was satisfied after all them adventures? I
mean  the  adventures we had down the river, and the time we set the darky
Jim free and Tom got shot in the leg. No, he wasn't. It only just p'isoned
him  for more. That was all the effect it had. You see, when we three came
back up the river in glory, as you may say, from that long travel, and the
village  received  us  with  a  torchlight  procession  and  speeches, and
everybody  hurrah'd  and shouted, it made us heroes, and that was what Tom
Sawyer had always been hankering to be.
   For a while he WAS satisfied. Everybody made much of him, and he tilted
up his nose and stepped around the town as though he owned it. Some called
him Tom Sawyer the Traveler, and that just swelled him up fit to bust. You
see  he  laid  over me and Jim considerable, because we only went down the
river  on  a  raft  and  came  back  by the steamboat, but Tom went by the
steamboat  both  ways.  The  boys envied me and Jim a good deal, but land!
they just knuckled to the dirt before TOM.
   Well,  I  don't  know;  maybe he might have been satisfied if it hadn't
been  for  old  Nat  Parsons,  which was postmaster, and powerful long and
slim,  and  kind o' good-hearted and silly, and bald-headed, on account of
his  age,  and  about  the  talkiest old cretur I ever see. For as much as
thirty years he'd been the only man in the village that had a reputation-I
mean  a reputation for being a traveler, and of course he was mortal proud
of  it, and it was reckoned that in the course of that thirty years he had
told  about  that  journey over a million times and enjoyed it every time.
And  now  comes along a boy not quite fifteen, and sets everybody admiring
and  gawking  over HIS travels, and it just give the poor old man the high
strikes. It made him sick to listen to Tom, and to hear the people say "My
land!" "Did you ever!" "My goodness sakes alive!" and all such things; but
he couldn't pull away from it, any more than a fly that's got its hind leg
fast  in  the  molasses.  And always when Tom come to a rest, the poor old
cretur  would  chip  in on HIS same old travels and work them for all they
were worth; but they were pretty faded, and didn't go for much, and it was
pitiful  to see. And then Tom would take another innings, and then the old
man  again-and so on, and so on, for an hour and more, each trying to beat
out the other.
   You  see,  Parsons' travels happened like this: When he first got to be
postmaster and was green in the business, there come a letter for somebody
he  didn't know, and there wasn't any such person in the village. Well, he
didn't  know  what  to do, nor how to act, and there the letter stayed and
stayed,  week  in  and  week  out,  till  the  bare sight of it gave him a
conniption.  The  postage wasn't paid on it, and that was another thing to
worry  about.  There  wasn't  any  way  to  collect that ten cents, and he
reckon'd the gov'ment would hold him responsible for it and maybe turn him
out  besides,  when  they  found  he hadn't collected it. Well, at last he
couldn't  stand  it any longer. He couldn't sleep nights, he couldn't eat,
he was thinned down to a shadder, yet he da'sn't ask anybody's advice, for
the  very  person  he  asked  for  advice might go back on him and let the
gov'ment  know about the letter. He had the letter buried under the floor,
but  that  did  no  good; if he happened to see a person standing over the
place  it'd  give him the cold shivers, and loaded him up with suspicions,
and  he would sit up that night till the town was still and dark, and then
he  would  sneak  there  and  get  it out and bury it in another place. Of
course, people got to avoiding him and shaking their heads and whispering,
because,  the  way  he  was  looking and acting, they judged he had killed
somebody  or done something terrible, they didn't know what, and if he had
been a stranger they would've lynched him.
   Well, as I was saying, it got so he couldn't stand it any longer; so he
made  up his mind to pull out for Washington, and just go to the President
of  the  United  States  and  make  a clean breast of the whole thing, not
keeping  back an atom, and then fetch the letter out and lay it before the
whole  gov'ment, and say, "Now, there she is-do with me what you're a mind
to; though as heaven is my judge I am an innocent man and not deserving of
the  full  penalties  of  the law and leaving behind me a family that must
starve  and yet hadn't had a thing to do with it, which is the whole truth
and I can swear to it."
   So  he  did  it.  He  had  a  little  wee bit of steamboating, and some
stage-coaching, but all the rest of the way was horseback, and it took him
three weeks to get to Washington. He saw lots of land and lots of villages
and four cities. He was gone 'most eight weeks, and there never was such a
proud  man in the village as he when he got back. His travels made him the
greatest  man  in  all  that region, and the most talked about; and people
come  from  as  much as thirty miles back in the country, and from over in
the  Illinois bottoms, too, just to look at him-and there they'd stand and
gawk, and he'd gabble. You never see anything like it.
   Well,  there  wasn't  any  way  now  to  settle  which was the greatest
traveler;  some  said  it was Nat, some said it was Tom. Everybody allowed
that  Nat  had  seen  the  most  longitude,  but  they had to give in that
whatever  Tom  was  short  in  longitude  he  had  made up in latitude and
climate.  It  was about a stand-off; so both of them had to whoop up their
dangerous  adventures, and try to get ahead THAT way. That bullet-wound in
Tom's leg was a tough thing for Nat Parsons to buck against, but he bucked
the best he could; and at a disadvantage, too, for Tom didn't set still as
he'd  orter  done,  to be fair, but always got up and sauntered around and
worked  his  limp  while  Nat was painting up the adventure that HE had in
Washington;  for  Tom  never  let  go that limp when his leg got well, but
practiced it nights at home, and kept it good as new right along.
   Nat's  adventure  was  like this; I don't know how true it is; maybe he
got  it out of a paper, or somewhere, but I will say this for him, that he
DID  know  how  to  tell it. He could make anybody's flesh crawl, and he'd
turn  pale  and  hold  his breath when he told it, and sometimes women and
girls  got  so faint they couldn't stick it out. Well, it was this way, as
near as I can remember:
   He  come  a-loping into Washington, and put up his horse and shoved out
to  the President's house with his letter, and they told him the President
was  up  to  the  Capitol,  and just going to start for Philadelphia-not a
minute  to  lose if he wanted to catch him. Nat 'most dropped, it made him
so  sick.  His  horse  was put up, and he didn't know what to do. But just
then  along  comes  a darky driving an old ramshackly hack, and he see his
chance.  He  rushes  out and shouts: "A half a dollar if you git me to the
Capitol  in  half  an  hour,  and  a  quarter extra if you do it in twenty
minutes!"
   "Done!" says the darky.
   Nat he jumped in and slammed the door, and away they went a-ripping and
a-tearing over the roughest road a body ever see, and the racket of it was
something  awful.  Nat  passed  his arms through the loops and hung on for
life  and  death,  but  pretty soon the hack hit a rock and flew up in the
air,  and the bottom fell out, and when it come down Nat's feet was on the
ground, and he see he was in the most desperate danger if he couldn't keep
up  with  the  hack. He was horrible scared, but he laid into his work for
all he was worth, and hung tight to the arm-loops and made his legs fairly
fly.  He  yelled  and shouted to the driver to stop, and so did the crowds
along  the  street,  for  they could see his legs spinning along under the
coach,  and his head and shoulders bobbing inside through the windows, and
he  was in awful danger; but the more they all shouted the more the nigger
whooped  and  yelled  and  lashed the horses and shouted, "Don't you fret,
I'se  gwine  to  git you dah in time, boss; I's gwine to do it, sho'!" for
you  see  he  thought  they  were  all hurrying him up, and, of course, he
couldn't  hear  anything  for  the  racket he was making. And so they went
ripping  along,  and everybody just petrified to see it; and when they got
to  the  Capitol  at last it was the quickest trip that ever was made, and
everybody  said  so.  The  horses laid down, and Nat dropped, all tuckered
out,  and  he was all dust and rags and barefooted; but he was in time and
just  in  time,  and  caught  the  President  and give him the letter, and
everything  was all right, and the President give him a free pardon on the
spot,  and  Nat give the nigger two extra quarters instead of one, because
he  could  see  that if he hadn't had the hack he wouldn't'a' got there in
time, nor anywhere near it.
   It  WAS  a  powerful  good  adventure,  and  Tom Sawyer had to work his
bullet-wound mighty lively to hold his own against it.
   Well,  by and by Tom's glory got to paling down gradu'ly, on account of
other  things  turning up for the people to talk about-first a horse-race,
and  on  top  of that a house afire, and on top of that the circus, and on
top  of  that  the  eclipse; and that started a revival, same as it always
does,  and by that time there wasn't any more talk about Tom, so to speak,
and you never see a person so sick and disgusted.
   Pretty  soon he got to worrying and fretting right along day in and day
out,  and  when  I asked him what WAS he in such a state about, he said it
'most broke his heart to think how time was slipping away, and him getting
older  and older, and no wars breaking out and no way of making a name for
himself  that  he  could see. Now that is the way boys is always thinking,
but he was the first one I ever heard come out and say it.
   So  then  he  set  to work to get up a plan to make him celebrated; and
pretty  soon  he  struck it, and offered to take me and Jim in. Tom Sawyer
was  always  free  and  generous that way. There's a-plenty of boys that's
mighty  good  and  friendly  when YOU'VE got a good thing, but when a good
thing  happens  to come their way they don't say a word to you, and try to
hog  it  all.  That  warn't ever Tom Sawyer's way, I can say that for him.
There's  plenty  of boys that will come hankering and groveling around you
when you've got an apple and beg the core off of you; but when they've got
one, and you beg for the core and remind them how you give them a core one
time,  they say thank you 'most to death, but there ain't a-going to be no
core.  But  I notice they always git come up with; all you got to do is to
wait.
   Well,  we  went  out  in the woods on the hill, and Tom told us what it
was. It was a crusade.
   "What's a crusade?" I says.
   He  looked  scornful, the way he's always done when he was ashamed of a
person, and says:
   "Huck Finn, do you mean to tell me you don't know what a crusade is?"
   "No,"  says  I,  "I don't. And I don't care to, nuther. I've lived till
now  and  done without it, and had my health, too. But as soon as you tell
me,  I'll know, and that's soon enough. I don't see any use in finding out
things  and  clogging  up  my  head  with them when I mayn't ever have any
occasion  to  use  'em.  There  was Lance Williams, he learned how to talk
Choctaw  here till one come and dug his grave for him. Now, then, what's a
crusade?  But  I  can  tell  you  one  thing  before  you begin; if it's a
patent-right, there's no money in it. Bill Thompson he-"
   "Patent-right!"  says he. "I never see such an idiot. Why, a crusade is
a kind of war."
   I  thought  he must be losing his mind. But no, he was in real earnest,
and went right on, perfectly ca'm.
   "A crusade is a war to recover the Holy Land from the paynim."
   "Which Holy Land?"
   "Why, the Holy Land-there ain't but one."
   "What do we want of it?"
   "Why,  can't  you understand? It's in the hands of the paynim, and it's
our duty to take it away from them."
   "How did we come to let them git hold of it?"
   "We didn't come to let them git hold of it. They always had it."
   "Why, Tom, then it must belong to them, don't it?"
   "Why of course it does. Who said it didn't?"
   I studied over it, but couldn't seem to git at the right of it, no way.
I says:
   "It's too many for me, Tom Sawyer. If I had a farm and it was mine, and
another person wanted it, would it be right for him to-"
   "Oh, shucks! you don't know enough to come in when it rains, Huck Finn.
It  ain't  a  farm, it's entirely different. You see, it's like this. They
own  the  land, just the mere land, and that's all they DO own; but it was
our folks, our Jews and Christians, that made it holy, and so they haven't
any  business  to  be there defiling it. It's a shame, and we ought not to
stand  it  a  minute. We ought to march against them and take it away from
them."
   "Why,  it does seem to me it's the most mixed-up thing I ever see! Now,
if I had a farm and another person-"
   "Don't I tell you it hasn't got anything to do with farming? Farming is
business,  just  common  low-down business: that's all it is, it's all you
can  say  for  it;  but  this  is  higher,  this is religious, and totally
different."
   "Religious to go and take the land away from people that owns it?"
   "Certainly; it's always been considered so."
   Jim he shook his head, and says:
   "Mars  Tom, I reckon dey's a mistake about it somers-dey mos' sholy is.
I's religious myself, en I knows plenty religious people, but I hain't run
across none dat acts like dat."
   It made Tom hot, and he says:
   "Well,  it's  enough to make a body sick, such mullet-headed ignorance!
If  either  of  you'd read anything about history, you'd know that Richard
Cur  de  Loon,  and the Pope, and Godfrey de Bulleyn, and lots more of the
most  noble-hearted  and pious people in the world, hacked and hammered at
the paynims for more than two hundred years trying to take their land away
from  them,  and  swum  neck-deep in blood the whole time-and yet here's a
couple  of  sap-headed  country  yahoos  out  in the backwoods of Missouri
setting  themselves up to know more about the rights and wrongs of it than
they did! Talk about cheek!"
   Well,  of course, that put a more different light on it, and me and Jim
felt  pretty  cheap  and  ignorant,  and  wished  we  hadn't been quite so
chipper.  I couldn't say nothing, and Jim he couldn't for a while; then he
says:
   "Well,  den,  I  reckon it's all right; beca'se ef dey didn't know, dey
ain't  no  use for po' ignorant folks like us to be trying to know; en so,
ef  it's  our  duty,  we got to go en tackle it en do de bes' we can. Same
time,  I  feel as sorry for dem paynims as Mars Tom. De hard part gwine to
be  to kill folks dat a body hain't been 'quainted wid and dat hain't done
him  no  harm.  Dat's  it,  you  see. Ef we wuz to go 'mongst 'em, jist we
three,  en say we's hungry, en ast 'em for a bite to eat, why, maybe dey's
jist  like  yuther  people. Don't you reckon dey is? Why, DEY'D give it, I
know dey would, en den-"
   "Then what?"
   "Well,  Mars  Tom,  my idea is like dis. It ain't no use, we CAN'T kill
dem  po'  strangers  dat ain't doin' us no harm, till we've had practice-I
knows  it perfectly well, Mars Tom-'deed I knows it perfectly well. But ef
we  takes  a' axe or two, jist you en me en Huck, en slips acrost de river
to-night arter de moon's gone down, en kills dat sick fam'ly dat's over on
the Sny, en burns dey house down, en-"
   "Oh, you make me tired!" says Tom. "I don't want to argue any more with
people  like  you and Huck Finn, that's always wandering from the subject,
and ain't got any more sense than to try to reason out a thing that's pure
theology by the laws that protect real estate!"
   Now  that's just where Tom Sawyer warn't fair. Jim didn't mean no harm,
and  I didn't mean no harm. We knowed well enough that he was right and we
was  wrong, and all we was after was to get at the HOW of it, and that was
all;  and the only reason he couldn't explain it so we could understand it
was  because  we  was  ignorant-yes, and pretty dull, too, I ain't denying
that; but, land! that ain't no crime, I should think.
   But  he  wouldn't hear no more about it-just said if we had tackled the
thing  in  the  proper  spirit,  he  would 'a' raised a couple of thousand
knights  and  put  them  in  steel  armor from head to heel, and made me a
lieutenant  and Jim a sutler, and took the command himself and brushed the
whole paynim outfit into the sea like flies and come back across the world
in  a  glory  like  sunset.  But he said we didn't know enough to take the
chance when we had it, and he wouldn't ever offer it again. And he didn't.
When he once got set, you couldn't budge him.
   But  I  didn't  care  much.  I am peaceable, and don't get up rows with
people  that  ain't  doing  nothing  to  me.  I  allowed if the paynim was
satisfied I was, and we would let it stand at that.
   Now Tom he got all that notion out of Walter Scott's book, which he was
always  reading.  And it WAS a wild notion, because in my opinion he never
could've  raised  the  men,  and if he did, as like as not he would've got
licked. I took the book and read all about it, and as near as I could make
it  out, most of the folks that shook farming to go crusading had a mighty
rocky time of it.Chapter II. THE BALLOON ASCENSION
WELL, Tom got up one thing after another, but they all had tender spots
about  'em  somewheres,  and  he had to shove 'em aside. So at last he was
about  in  despair.  Then  the  St. Louis papers begun to talk a good deal
about  the  balloon  that  was  going  to  sail to Europe, and Tom sort of
thought  he  wanted  to  go down and see what it looked like, but couldn't
make  up  his mind. But the papers went on talking, and so he allowed that
maybe  if  he  didn't  go  he  mightn't  ever have another chance to see a
balloon; and next, he found out that Nat Parsons was going down to see it,
and  that  decided  him,  of  course.  He wasn't going to have Nat Parsons
coming back bragging about seeing the balloon, and him having to listen to
it and keep quiet. So he wanted me and Jim to go too, and we went.
   It  was  a  noble  big balloon, and had wings and fans and all sorts of
things,  and  wasn't like any balloon you see in pictures. It was away out
toward  the  edge  of town, in a vacant lot, corner of Twelfth street; and
there  was  a big crowd around it, making fun of it, and making fun of the
man,-a  lean pale feller with that soft kind of moonlight in his eyes, you
know,-and  they  kept saying it wouldn't go. It made him hot to hear them,
and  he would turn on them and shake his fist and say they was animals and
blind,  but  some day they would find they had stood face to face with one
of the men that lifts up nations and makes civilizations, and was too dull
to  know  it;  and  right  here  on  this  spot  their  own  children  and
grandchildren  would build a monument to him that would outlast a thousand
years,  but  his name would outlast the monument. And then the crowd would
burst out in a laugh again, and yell at him, and ask him what was his name
before  he  was married, and what he would take to not do it, and what was
his  sister's  cat's  grandmother's  name, and all the things that a crowd
says  when  they've  got  hold  of a feller that they see they can plague.
Well,  some things they said WAS funny,-yes, and mighty witty too, I ain't
denying  that,-but  all the same it warn't fair nor brave, all them people
pitching  on  one, and they so glib and sharp, and him without any gift of
talk  to  answer  back with. But, good land! what did he want to sass back
for?  You  see, it couldn't do him no good, and it was just nuts for them.
They  HAD  him,  you know. But that was his way. I reckon he couldn't help
it;  he  was  made  so,  I judge. He was a good enough sort of cretur, and
hadn't  no  harm  in him, and was just a genius, as the papers said, which
wasn't  his  fault.  We  can't all be sound: we've got to be the way we're
made.  As  near as I can make out, geniuses think they know it all, and so
they  won't take people's advice, but always go their own way, which makes
everybody forsake them and despise them, and that is perfectly natural. If
they  was humbler, and listened and tried to learn, it would be better for
them.
   The  part  the professor was in was like a boat, and was big and roomy,
and  had water-tight lockers around the inside to keep all sorts of things
in,  and  a  body  could  sit on them, and make beds on them, too. We went
aboard,  and there was twenty people there, snooping around and examining,
and  old  Nat  Parsons  was  there, too. The professor kept fussing around
getting ready, and the people went ashore, drifting out one at a time, and
old Nat he was the last. Of course it wouldn't do to let him go out behind
US. We mustn't budge till he was gone, so we could be last ourselves.
   But  he  was  gone  now, so it was time for us to follow. I heard a big
shout,  and turned around-the city was dropping from under us like a shot!
It made me sick all through, I was so scared. Jim turned gray and couldn't
say  a word, and Tom didn't say nothing, but looked excited. The city went
on  dropping  down,  and  down,  and  down; but we didn't seem to be doing
nothing  but  just hang in the air and stand still. The houses got smaller
and  smaller,  and the city pulled itself together, closer and closer, and
the  men and wagons got to looking like ants and bugs crawling around, and
the  streets  like  threads  and  cracks;  and  then it all kind of melted
together, and there wasn't any city any more it was only a big scar on the
earth,  and  it  seemed  to  me a body could see up the river and down the
river  about  a thousand miles, though of course it wasn't so much. By and
by  the  earth  was  a ball-just a round ball, of a dull color, with shiny
stripes wriggling and winding around over it, which was rivers. The Widder
Douglas  always  told me the earth was round like a ball, but I never took
any  stock in a lot of them superstitions o' hers, and of course I paid no
attention  to  that one, because I could see myself that the world was the
shape  of  a plate, and flat. I used to go up on the hill, and take a look
around  and  prove  it  for myself, because I reckon the best way to get a
sure  thing  on  a  fact  is  to go and examine for yourself, and not take
anybody's say-so. But I had to give in now that the widder was right. That
is,  she was right as to the rest of the world, but she warn't right about
the part our village is in; that part is the shape of a plate, and flat, I
take my oath!
   The professor had been quiet all this time, as if he was asleep; but he
broke loose now, and he was mighty bitter. He says something like this:
   "Idiots!  They  said it wouldn't go; and they wanted to examine it, and
spy  around  and  get  the secret of it out of me. But I beat them. Nobody
knows  the secret but me. Nobody knows what makes it move but me; and it's
a  new power-a new power, and a thousand times the strongest in the earth!
Steam's  foolishness  to it! They said I couldn't go to Europe. To Europe!
Why,  there's  power aboard to last five years, and feed for three months.
They are fools! What do they know about it? Yes, and they said my air-ship
was  flimsy.  Why, she's good for fifty years! I can sail the skies all my
life  if I want to, and steer where I please, though they laughed at that,
and  said I couldn't. Couldn't steer! Come here, boy; we'll see. You press
these buttons as I tell you."
   He  made  Tom  steer the ship all about and every which way, and learnt
him the whole thing in nearly no time; and Tom said it was perfectly easy.
He  made  him fetch the ship down 'most to the earth, and had him spin her
along  so  close  to  the  Illinois prairies that a body could talk to the
farmers,  and  hear everything they said perfectly plain; and he flung out
printed  bills  to them that told about the balloon, and said it was going
to  Europe.  Tom  got  so  he  could steer straight for a tree till he got
nearly  to  it,  and then dart up and skin right along over the top of it.
Yes,  and  he  showed Tom how to land her; and he done it first-rate, too,
and  set  her  down  in  the  prairies  as soft as wool. But the minute we
started  to  skip out the professor says, "No, you don't!" and shot her up
in  the  air  again.  It was awful. I begun to beg, and so did Jim; but it
only give his temper a rise, and he begun to rage around and look wild out
of his eyes, and I was scared of him.
   Well,  then  he  got on to his troubles again, and mourned and grumbled
about  the  way  he  was  treated,  and  couldn't seem to git over it, and
especially people's saying his ship was flimsy. He scoffed at that, and at
their  saying  she warn't simple and would be always getting out of order.
Get  out  of  order! That graveled him; he said that she couldn't any more
get out of order than the solar sister.
   He got worse and worse, and I never see a person take on so. It give me
the  cold  shivers  to  see  him,  and  so it did Jim. By and by he got to
yelling and screaming, and then he swore the world shouldn't ever have his
secret  at  all now, it had treated him so mean. He said he would sail his
balloon  around the globe just to show what he could do, and then he would
sink  it  in the sea, and sink us all along with it, too. Well, it was the
awfulest fix to be in, and here was night coming on!
   He  give  us  something  to eat, and made us go to the other end of the
boat, and he laid down on a locker, where he could boss all the works, and
put  his  old pepper-box revolver under his head, and said if anybody come
fooling around there trying to land her, he would kill him.
   We  set scrunched up together, and thought considerable, but didn't say
much-only  just a word once in a while when a body had to say something or
bust,  we  was  so  scared  and  worried. The night dragged along slow and
lonesome.  We  was pretty low down, and the moonshine made everything soft
and  pretty, and the farmhouses looked snug and homeful, and we could hear
the  farm  sounds,  and  wished we could be down there; but, laws! we just
slipped along over them like a ghost, and never left a track.
   Away in the night, when all the sounds was late sounds, and the air had
a  late feel, and a late smell, too-about a two-o'clock feel, as near as I
could  make  out-Tom  said the professor was so quiet this time he must be
asleep, and we'd better-
   "Better  what?" I says in a whisper, and feeling sick all over, because
I knowed what he was thinking about.
   "Better slip back there and tie him, and land the ship," he says.
   I says: "No, sir! Don' you budge, Tom Sawyer."
   And Jim-well, Jim was kind o' gasping, he was so scared. He says:
   "Oh,  Mars  Tom,  DON'T! Ef you teches him, we's gone-we's gone sho'! I
ain't  gwine anear him, not for nothin' in dis worl'. Mars Tom, he's plumb
crazy."
   Tom  whispers  and  says-"That's  WHY  we've got to do something. If he
wasn't  crazy I wouldn't give shucks to be anywhere but here; you couldn't
hire  me  to  get  out-now that I've got used to this balloon and over the
scare  of  being  cut  loose  from the solid ground-if he was in his right
mind.  But  it's  no good politics, sailing around like this with a person
that's out of his head, and says he's going round the world and then drown
us  all.  We've GOT to do something, I tell you, and do it before he wakes
up, too, or we mayn't ever get another chance. Come!"
   But it made us turn cold and creepy just to think of it, and we said we
wouldn't budge. So Tom was for slipping back there by himself to see if he
couldn't  get at the steering-gear and land the ship. We begged and begged
him  not  to, but it warn't no use; so he got down on his hands and knees,
and  begun  to  crawl  an  inch  at  a  time,  we a-holding our breath and
watching.  After  he  got  to  the middle of the boat he crept slower than
ever,  and it did seem like years to me. But at last we see him get to the
professor's  head,  and sort of raise up soft and look a good spell in his
face  and  listen.  Then  we  see him begin to inch along again toward the
professor's  feet  where  the steering-buttons was. Well, he got there all
safe,  and was reaching slow and steady toward the buttons, but he knocked
down  something that made a noise, and we see him slump down flat an' soft
in  the  bottom,  and  lay still. The professor stirred, and says, "What's
that?" But everybody kept dead still and quiet, and he begun to mutter and
mumble  and nestle, like a person that's going to wake up, and I thought I
was going to die, I was so worried and scared.
   Then  a cloud slid over the moon, and I 'most cried, I was so glad. She
buried  herself  deeper  and  deeper into the cloud, and it got so dark we
couldn't  see  Tom.  Then it began to sprinkle rain, and we could hear the
professor  fussing at his ropes and things and abusing the weather. We was
afraid  every  minute he would touch Tom, and then we would be goners, and
no  help;  but Tom was already on his way back, and when we felt his hands
on  our  knees my breath stopped sudden, and my heart fell down 'mongst my
other  works,  because  I  couldn't  tell  in the dark but it might be the
professor! which I thought it WAS.
   Dear! I was so glad to have him back that I was just as near happy as a
person  could  be that was up in the air that way with a deranged man. You
can't land a balloon in the dark, and so I hoped it would keep on raining,
for  I  didn't  want  Tom  to  go  meddling  any more and make us so awful
uncomfortable.  Well,  I  got  my wish. It drizzled and drizzled along the
rest  of  the  night,  which  wasn't  long,  though it did seem so; and at
daybreak it cleared, and the world looked mighty soft and gray and pretty,
and the forests and fields so good to see again, and the horses and cattle
standing  sober  and  thinking.  Next,  the  sun  come ablazing up gay and
splendid,  and  then  we  began  to  feel rusty and stretchy, and first we
knowed we was all asleep.Chapter III. TOM EXPLAINS
WE  went  to  sleep  about  four  o'clock, and woke up about eight. The
professor  was  setting back there at his end, looking glum. He pitched us
some breakfast, but he told us not to come abaft the midship compass. That
was  about  the  middle of the boat. Well, when you are sharp-set, and you
eat  and  satisfy yourself, everything looks pretty different from what it
done before. It makes a body feel pretty near comfortable, even when he is
up in a balloon with a genius. We got to talking together.
   There was one thing that kept bothering me, and by and by I says:
   "Tom, didn't we start east?"
   "Yes."
   "How fast have we been going?"
   "Well,  you  heard  what  the  professor said when he was raging round.
Sometimes,  he  said, we was making fifty miles an hour, sometimes ninety,
sometimes  a  hundred;  said  that with a gale to help he could make three
hundred  any  time,  and said if he wanted the gale, and wanted it blowing
the  right  direction,  he  only had to go up higher or down lower to find
it."
   "Well, then, it's just as I reckoned. The professor lied."
   "Why?"
   "Because if we was going so fast we ought to be past Illinois, oughtn't
we?"
   "Certainly."
   "Well, we ain't."
   "What's the reason we ain't?"
   "I  know  by  the color. We're right over Illinois yet. And you can see
for yourself that Indiana ain't in sight."
   "I wonder what's the matter with you, Huck. You know by the COLOR?"
   "Yes, of course I do."
   "What's the color got to do with it?"
   "It's got everything to do with it. Illinois is green, Indiana is pink.
You show me any pink down here, if you can. No, sir; it's green."
   "Indiana PINK? Why, what a lie!"
   "It ain't no lie; I've seen it on the map, and it's pink."
   You never see a person so aggravated and disgusted. He says:
   "Well,  if I was such a numbskull as you, Huck Finn, I would jump over.
Seen  it  on  the  map!  Huck Finn, did you reckon the States was the same
color out-of-doors as they are on the map?"
   "Tom Sawyer, what's a map for? Ain't it to learn you facts?"
   "Of course."
   "Well,  then, how's it going to do that if it tells lies? That's what I
want to know."
   "Shucks, you muggins! It don't tell lies."
   "It don't, don't it?"
   "No, it don't."
   "All  right,  then;  if  it  don't,  there ain't no two States the same
color. You git around THAT if you can, Tom Sawyer."
   He  see  I  had  him, and Jim see it too; and I tell you, I felt pretty
good, for Tom Sawyer was always a hard person to git ahead of. Jim slapped
his leg and says:
   "I  tell  YOU!  dat's smart, dat's right down smart. Ain't no use, Mars
Tom;  he  got you DIS time, sho'!" He slapped his leg again, and says, "My
LAN', but it was smart one!"
   I  never  felt  so  good in my life; and yet I didn't know I was saying
anything  much  till  it  was  out.  I  was  just mooning along, perfectly
careless,  and  not  expecting  anything  was  going  to happen, and never
THINKING  of such a thing at all, when, all of a sudden, out it came. Why,
it was just as much a surprise to me as it was to any of them. It was just
the same way it is when a person is munching along on a hunk of corn-pone,
and not thinking about anything, and all of a sudden bites into a di'mond.
Now  all that HE knows first off is that it's some kind of gravel he's bit
into; but he don't find out it's a di'mond till he gits it out and brushes
off  the  sand  and crumbs and one thing or another, and has a look at it,
and  then he's surprised and glad-yes, and proud too; though when you come
to look the thing straight in the eye, he ain't entitled to as much credit
as  he  would  'a'  been  if  he'd  been HUNTING di'monds. You can see the
difference  easy  if  you  think  it over. You see, an accident, that way,
ain't  fairly  as  big  a  thing as a thing that's done a-purpose. Anybody
could  find  that  di'mond in that corn-pone; but mind you, it's got to be
somebody  that's  got THAT KIND OF A CORN-PONE. That's where that feller's
credit comes in, you see; and that's where mine comes in. I don't claim no
great  things-I  don't reckon I could 'a' done it again-but I done it that
time;  that's  all  I  claim.  And I hadn't no more idea I could do such a
thing,  and  warn't  any  more thinking about it or trying to, than you be
this  minute.  Why, I was just as ca'm, a body couldn't be any ca'mer, and
yet,  all of a sudden, out it come. I've often thought of that time, and I
can  remember  just the way everything looked, same as if it was only last
week.  I  can  see it all: beautiful rolling country with woods and fields
and  lakes  for  hundreds  and hundreds of miles all around, and towns and
villages  scattered  everywheres  under us, here and there and yonder; and
the  professor  mooning  over  a  chart on his little table, and Tom's cap
flopping  in  the  rigging  where  it was hung up to dry. And one thing in
particular was a bird right alongside, not ten foot off, going our way and
trying  to  keep  up, but losing ground all the time; and a railroad train
doing  the  same  thing down there, sliding among the trees and farms, and
pouring  out a long cloud of black smoke and now and then a little puff of
white;  and  when the white was gone so long you had almost forgot it, you
would  hear a little faint toot, and that was the whistle. And we left the
bird and the train both behind, 'WAY behind, and done it easy, too.
   But  Tom  he  was  huffy,  and said me and Jim was a couple of ignorant
blatherskites, and then he says:
   "Suppose  there's  a  brown  calf and a big brown dog, and an artist is
making  a picture of them. What is the MAIN thing that that artist has got
to  do? He has got to paint them so you can tell them apart the minute you
look  at them, hain't he? Of course. Well, then, do you want him to go and
paint BOTH of them brown? Certainly you don't. He paints one of them blue,
and  then  you  can't  make  no mistake. It's just the same with the maps.
That's  why  they  make every State a different color; it ain't to deceive
you, it's to keep you from deceiving yourself."
   But  I  couldn't see no argument about that, and neither could Jim. Jim
shook his head, and says:
   "Why,  Mars Tom, if you knowed what chuckleheads dem painters is, you'd
wait  a  long time before you'd fetch one er DEM in to back up a fac'. I's
gwine  to  tell  you,  den  you  kin  see  for  you'self. I see one of 'em
a-paintin'  away,  one  day, down in ole Hank Wilson's back lot, en I went
down  to  see,  en  he  was  paintin' dat old brindle cow wid de near horn
gone-you knows de one I means. En I ast him what he's paintin' her for, en
he  say when he git her painted, de picture's wuth a hundred dollars. Mars
Tom,  he  could  a got de cow fer fifteen, en I tole him so. Well, sah, if
you'll  b'lieve  me,  he  jes' shuck his head, dat painter did, en went on
a-dobbin'. Bless you, Mars Tom, DEY don't know nothin'."
   Tom  lost  his  temper.  I notice a person 'most always does that's got
laid  out  in  an  argument.  He  told  us to shut up, and maybe we'd feel
better.  Then he see a town clock away off down yonder, and he took up the
glass  and looked at it, and then looked at his silver turnip, and then at
the clock, and then at the turnip again, and says:
   "That's funny! That clock's near about an hour fast."
   So  he  put  up his turnip. Then he see another clock, and took a look,
and it was an hour fast too. That puzzled him.
   "That's a mighty curious thing," he says. "I don't understand it."
   Then  he took the glass and hunted up another clock, and sure enough it
was an hour fast too. Then his eyes began to spread and his breath to come
out kinder gaspy like, and he says:
   "Ger-reat Scott, it's the LONGITUDE!"
   I says, considerably scared:
   "Well, what's been and gone and happened now?"
   "Why,  the thing that's happened is that this old bladder has slid over
Illinois  and  Indiana  and Ohio like nothing, and this is the east end of
Pennsylvania or New York, or somewheres around there."
   "Tom Sawyer, you don't mean it!"
   "Yes,  I do, and it's dead sure. We've covered about fifteen degrees of
longitude since we left St. Louis yesterday afternoon, and them clocks are
right. We've come close on to eight hundred miles."
   I  didn't believe it, but it made the cold streaks trickle down my back
just  the  same.  In my experience I knowed it wouldn't take much short of
two  weeks  to  do  it down the Mississippi on a raft. Jim was working his
mind and studying. Pretty soon he says:
   "Mars Tom, did you say dem clocks uz right?"
   "Yes, they're right."
   "Ain't yo' watch right, too?"
   "She's right for St. Louis, but she's an hour wrong for here."
   "Mars  Tom,  is  you  tryin'  to  let  on  dat  de  time  ain't de SAME
everywheres?"
   "No, it ain't the same everywheres, by a long shot."
   Jim looked distressed, and says:
   "It  grieves  me  to  hear  you talk like dat, Mars Tom; I's right down
ashamed to hear you talk like dat, arter de way you's been raised. Yassir,
it'd break yo' Aunt Polly's heart to hear you."
   Tom  was  astonished.  He  looked  Jim  over  wondering, and didn't say
nothing, and Jim went on:
   "Mars  Tom, who put de people out yonder in St. Louis? De Lord done it.
Who  put  de  people  here  whar we is? De Lord done it. Ain' dey bofe his
children? 'Cose dey is. WELL, den! is he gwine to SCRIMINATE 'twixt 'em?"
   "Scriminate!   I   never   heard   such   ignorance.   There  ain't  no
discriminating  about  it. When he makes you and some more of his children
black, and makes the rest of us white, what do you call that?"
   Jim see the p'int. He was stuck. He couldn't answer. Tom says:
   "He  does  discriminate,  you see, when he wants to; but this case HERE
ain't  no discrimination of his, it's man's. The Lord made the day, and he
made  the  night; but he didn't invent the hours, and he didn't distribute
them around. Man did that."
   "Mars Tom, is dat so? Man done it?"
   "Certainly."
   "Who tole him he could?"
   "Nobody. He never asked."
   Jim studied a minute, and says:
   "Well,  dat  do  beat  me.  I  wouldn't 'a' tuck no sich resk. But some
people ain't scared o' nothin'. Dey bangs right ahead; DEY don't care what
happens. So den dey's allays an hour's diff'unce everywhah, Mars Tom?"
   "An  hour?  No!  It's  four  minutes  difference  for  every  degree of
longitude,  you know. Fifteen of 'em's an hour, thirty of 'em's two hours,
and  so  on.  When  it's  one clock Tuesday morning in England, it's eight
o'clock the night before in New York."
   Jim  moved  a  little  way  along  the locker, and you could see he was
insulted.  He  kept shaking his head and muttering, and so I slid along to
him  and  patted  him  on the leg, and petted him up, and got him over the
worst of his feelings, and then he says:
   "Mars  Tom talkin' sich talk as dat! Choosday in one place en Monday in
t'other,  bofe  in  the same day! Huck, dis ain't no place to joke-up here
whah  we  is. Two days in one day! How you gwine to get two days inter one
day?  Can't  git  two hours inter one hour, kin you? Can't git two niggers
inter  one  nigger  skin, kin you? Can't git two gallons of whisky inter a
one-gallon  jug, kin you? No, sir, 'twould strain de jug. Yes, en even den
you  couldn't, I don't believe. Why, looky here, Huck, s'posen de Choosday
was New Year's-now den! is you gwine to tell me it's dis year in one place
en  las'  year  in  t'other,  bofe  in  de  identical same minute? It's de
beatenest  rubbage! I can't stan' it-I can't stan' to hear tell 'bout it."
Then he begun to shiver and turn gray, and Tom says:
   "NOW what's the matter? What's the trouble?"
   Jim could hardly speak, but he says:
   "Mars Tom, you ain't jokin', en it's SO?"
   "No, I'm not, and it is so."
   Jim shivered again, and says:
   "Den dat Monday could be de las' day, en dey wouldn't be no las' day in
England,  en de dead wouldn't be called. We mustn't go over dah, Mars Tom.
Please git him to turn back; I wants to be whah-"
   All  of  a  sudden  we  see  something,  and  all jumped up, and forgot
everything and begun to gaze. Tom says:
   "Ain't that the-" He catched his breath, then says: "It IS, sure as you
live! It's the ocean!"
   That made me and Jim catch our breath, too. Then we all stood petrified
but happy, for none of us had ever seen an ocean, or ever expected to. Tom
kept muttering:
   "Atlantic Ocean-Atlantic. Land, don't it sound great! And that's IT-and
WE are looking at it-we! Why, it's just too splendid to believe!"
   Then we see a big bank of black smoke; and when we got nearer, it was a
city-and  a  monster she was, too, with a thick fringe of ships around one
edge;  and  we  wondered  if it was New York, and begun to jaw and dispute
about  it,  and,  first  we  knowed, it slid from under us and went flying
behind,  and here we was, out over the very ocean itself, and going like a
cyclone. Then we woke up, I tell you!
   We  made  a break aft and raised a wail, and begun to beg the professor
to  turn  back  and  land us, but he jerked out his pistol and motioned us
back, and we went, but nobody will ever know how bad we felt.
   The  land  was gone, all but a little streak, like a snake, away off on
the  edge  of  the  water,  and  down  under  us  was  just  ocean, ocean,
ocean-millions  of  miles  of  it, heaving and pitching and squirming, and
white  sprays  blowing  from the wave-tops, and only a few ships in sight,
wallowing  around  and laying over, first on one side and then on t'other,
and sticking their bows under and then their sterns; and before long there
warn't  no  ships  at  all,  and we had the sky and the whole ocean all to
ourselves, and the roomiest place I ever see and the lonesomest.
   AND  it  got  lonesomer  and lonesomer. There was the big sky up there,
empty  and  awful deep; and the ocean down there without a thing on it but
just the waves. All around us was a ring, where the sky and the water come
together;  yes,  a  monstrous  big  ring  it was, and we right in the dead
center of it-plumb in the center. We was racing along like a prairie fire,
but it never made any difference, we couldn't seem to git past that center
no way. I couldn't see that we ever gained an inch on that ring. It made a
body feel creepy, it was so curious and unaccountable.
   Well,  everything  was  so awful still that we got to talking in a very
low  voice,  and  kept on getting creepier and lonesomer and less and less
talky, till at last the talk ran dry altogether, and we just set there and
"thunk," as Jim calls it, and never said a word the longest time.
   The professor never stirred till the sun was overhead, then he stood up
and  put  a kind of triangle to his eye, and Tom said it was a sextant and
he was taking the sun to see whereabouts the balloon was. Then he ciphered
a  little  and  looked  in a book, and then he begun to carry on again. He
said lots of wild things, and, among others, he said he would keep up this
hundred-mile  gait  till  the middle of to-morrow afternoon, and then he'd
land in London.
   We said we would be humbly thankful.
   He  was turning away, but he whirled around when we said that, and give
us  a  long  look  of  his  blackest  kind-one  of  the  maliciousest  and
suspiciousest looks I ever see. Then he says:
   "You want to leave me. Don't try to deny it."
   We didn't know what to say, so we held in and didn't say nothing at all.
   He went aft and set down, but he couldn't seem to git that thing out of
his  mind. Every now and then he would rip out something about it, and try
to make us answer him, but we dasn't.
   It  got  lonesomer  and  lonesomer right along, and it did seem to me I
couldn't  stand it. It was still worse when night begun to come on. By and
by Tom pinched me and whispers:
   "Look!"
   I  took  a  glance  aft,  and  see the professor taking a whet out of a
bottle.  I didn't like the looks of that. By and by he took another drink,
and  pretty  soon he begun to sing. It was dark now, and getting black and
stormy.  He  went  on singing, wilder and wilder, and the thunder begun to
mutter, and the wind to wheeze and moan among the ropes, and altogether it
was  awful.  It  got  so black we couldn't see him any more, and wished we
couldn't  hear  him,  but we could. Then he got still; but he warn't still
ten minutes till we got suspicious, and wished he would start up his noise
again,  so  we  could  tell  where  he was. By and by there was a flash of
lightning, and we see him start to get up, but he staggered and fell down.
We heard him scream out in the dark:
   "They  don't  want to go to England. All right, I'll change the course.
They want to leave me. I know they do. Well, they shall-and NOW!"
   I 'most died when he said that. Then he was still again-still so long I
couldn't  bear  it, and it did seem to me the lightning wouldn't EVER come
again.  But  at  last  there was a blessed flash, and there he was, on his
hands  and knees crawling, and not four feet from us. My, but his eyes was
terrible!  He  made  a lunge for Tom, and says, "Overboard YOU go!" but it
was  already  pitch-dark  again,  and I couldn't see whether he got him or
not, and Tom didn't make a sound.
   There  was  another  long, horrible wait; then there was a flash, and I
see  Tom's  head  sink  down outside the boat and disappear. He was on the
rope-ladder  that  dangled  down in the air from the gunnel. The professor
let  off  a  shout  and jumped for him, and straight off it was pitch-dark
again,  and Jim groaned out, "Po' Mars Tom, he's a goner!" and made a jump
for the professor, but the professor warn't there.
   Then  we  heard  a  couple of terrible screams, and then another not so
loud,  and  then another that was 'way below, and you could only JUST hear
it; and I heard Jim say, "Po' Mars Tom!"
   Then  it  was awful still, and I reckon a person could 'a' counted four
thousand  before the next flash come. When it come I see Jim on his knees,
with  his  arms  on  the  locker  and  his face buried in them, and he was
crying. Before I could look over the edge it was all dark again, and I was
glad,  because  I  didn't want to see. But when the next flash come, I was
watching,  and  down  there  I  see somebody a-swinging in the wind on the
ladder, and it was Tom!
   "Come up!" I shouts; "come up, Tom!"
   His voice was so weak, and the wind roared so, I couldn't make out what
he said, but I thought he asked was the professor up there. I shouts:
   "No, he's down in the ocean! Come up! Can we help you?"
   Of course, all this in the dark.
   "Huck, who is you hollerin' at?"
   "I'm hollerin' at Tom."
   "Oh, Huck, how kin you act so, when you know po' Mars Tom-" Then he let
off  an  awful  scream,  and  flung his head and his arms back and let off
another  one, because there was a white glare just then, and he had raised
up  his  face  just in time to see Tom's, as white as snow, rise above the
gunnel  and  look him right in the eye. He thought it was Tom's ghost, you
see.
   Tom  clumb aboard, and when Jim found it WAS him, and not his ghost, he
hugged  him, and called him all sorts of loving names, and carried on like
he was gone crazy, he was so glad. Says I:
   "What did you wait for, Tom? Why didn't you come up at first?"
   "I  dasn't,  Huck. I knowed somebody plunged down past me, but I didn't
know  who  it  was  in  the dark. It could 'a' been you, it could 'a' been
Jim."
   That was the way with Tom Sawyer-always sound. He warn't coming up till
he knowed where the professor was.
   The  storm  let  go  about  this  time  with  all its might; and it was
dreadful  the  way  the  thunder boomed and tore, and the lightning glared
out,  and  the  wind  sung  and screamed in the rigging, and the rain come
down.  One  second you couldn't see your hand before you, and the next you
could count the threads in your coatsleeve, and see a whole wide desert of
waves  pitching  and  tossing through a kind of veil of rain. A storm like
that  is  the  loveliest thing there is, but it ain't at its best when you
are  up  in  the sky and lost, and it's wet and lonesome, and there's just
been a death in the family.
   We  set  there  huddled  up  in  the bow, and talked low about the poor
professor;  and  everybody was sorry for him, and sorry the world had made
fun  of him and treated him so harsh, when he was doing the best he could,
and hadn't a friend nor nobody to encourage him and keep him from brooding
his mind away and going deranged. There was plenty of clothes and blankets
and  everything at the other end, but we thought we'd ruther take the rain
than go meddling back there.
   WE  tried  to make some plans, but we couldn't come to no agreement. Me
and  Jim  was for turning around and going back home, but Tom allowed that
by  the  time  daylight  come, so we could see our way, we would be so far
toward  England  that  we might as well go there, and come back in a ship,
and have the glory of saying we done it.
   About  midnight  the  storm  quit  and the moon come out and lit up the
ocean, and we begun to feel comfortable and drowsy; so we stretched out on
the  lockers  and  went to sleep, and never woke up again till sun-up. The
sea  was sparkling like di'monds, and it was nice weather, and pretty soon
our things was all dry again.
   We  went aft to find some breakfast, and the first thing we noticed was
that  there  was a dim light burning in a compass back there under a hood.
Then Tom was disturbed. He says:
   "You  know what that means, easy enough. It means that somebody has got
to  stay  on  watch  and  steer this thing the same as he would a ship, or
she'll wander around and go wherever the wind wants her to."
   "Well,"  I  says,  "what's  she  been  doing  since-er-since we had the
accident?"
   "Wandering,"  he  says, kinder troubled-" wandering, without any doubt.
She's  in  a  wind now that's blowing her south of east. We don't know how
long that's been going on, either."
   So  then  he p'inted her east, and said he would hold her there till we
rousted  out  the  breakfast.  The professor had laid in everything a body
could  want;  he  couldn't 'a' been better fixed. There wasn't no milk for
the coffee, but there was water, and everything else you could want, and a
charcoal  stove  and the fixings for it, and pipes and cigars and matches;
and  wine  and  liquor, which warn't in our line; and books, and maps, and
charts,  and  an accordion; and furs, and blankets, and no end of rubbish,
like brass beads and brass jewelry, which Tom said was a sure sign that he
had  an  idea  of  visiting  among savages. There was money, too. Yes, the
professor was well enough fixed.
   After breakfast Tom learned me and Jim how to steer, and divided us all
up into four-hour watches, turn and turn about; and when his watch was out
I took his place, and he got out the professor's papers and pens and wrote
a  letter home to his aunt Polly, telling her everything that had happened
to  us,  and  dated it "IN THE WELKIN, APPROACHING ENGLAND," and folded it
together  and  stuck  it fast with a red wafer, and directed it, and wrote
above  the direction, in big writing, "FROM TOM SAWYER, THE ERRONORT," and
said it would stump old Nat Parsons, the postmaster, when it come along in
the mail. I says:
   "Tom Sawyer, this ain't no welkin, it's a balloon."
   "Well, now, who SAID it was a welkin, smarty?"
   "You've wrote it on the letter, anyway."
   "What of it? That don't mean that the balloon's the welkin."
   "Oh, I thought it did. Well, then, what is a welkin?"
   I  see  in  a  minute  he was stuck. He raked and scraped around in his
mind, but he couldn't find nothing, so he had to say:
   "I  don't  know,  and  nobody  don't know. It's just a word, and it's a
mighty good word, too. There ain't many that lays over it. I don't believe
there's ANY that does."
   "Shucks!" I says. "But what does it MEAN?-that's the p'int. "
   "I  don't  know what it means, I tell you. It's a word that people uses
for-for-well, it's ornamental. They don't put ruffles on a shirt to keep a
person warm, do they?"
   "Course they don't."
   "But they put them ON, don't they?"
   "Yes."
   "All  right, then; that letter I wrote is a shirt, and the welkin's the
ruffle on it."
   I judged that that would gravel Jim, and it did.
   "Now,  Mars  Tom,  it ain't no use to talk like dat; en, moreover, it's
sinful.  You knows a letter ain't no shirt, en dey ain't no ruffles on it,
nuther.  Dey  ain't  no  place to put 'em on; you can't put em on, and dey
wouldn't stay ef you did."
   "Oh  DO  shut  up,  and  wait  till  something's  started that you know
something about."
   "Why,  Mars Tom, sholy you can't mean to say I don't know about shirts,
when, goodness knows, I's toted home de washin' ever sence-"
   "I tell you, this hasn't got anything to do with shirts. I only-"
   "Why, Mars Tom, you said yo'self dat a letter-"
   "Do  you  want  to  drive  me  crazy?  Keep  still. I only used it as a
metaphor."
   That  word  kinder  bricked  us  up  for a minute. Then Jim says-rather
timid, because he see Tom was getting pretty tetchy:
   "Mars Tom, what is a metaphor?"
   "A  metaphor's  a-well,  it's a-a-a metaphor's an illustration." He see
THAT  didn't  git  home, so he tried again. "When I say birds of a feather
flocks together, it's a metaphorical way of saying-"
   "But  dey  DON'T,  Mars  Tom.  No,  sir,  'deed dey don't. Dey ain't no
feathers  dat's  more  alike den a bluebird en a jaybird, but ef you waits
till you catches dem birds together, you'll-"
   "Oh,  give  us  a rest! You can't get the simplest little thing through
your thick skull. Now don't bother me any more."
   Jim  was  satisfied  to  stop. He was dreadful pleased with himself for
catching Tom out. The minute Tom begun to talk about birds I judged he was
a goner, because Jim knowed more about birds than both of us put together.
You  see,  he had killed hundreds and hundreds of them, and that's the way
to  find  out  about  birds.  That's the way people does that writes books
about  birds,  and loves them so that they'll go hungry and tired and take
any  amount  of  trouble  to  find  a  new bird and kill it. Their name is
ornithologers,  and  I  could  have been an ornithologer myself, because I
always  loved  birds  and  creatures; and I started out to learn how to be
one,  and  I see a bird setting on a limb of a high tree, singing with its
head tilted back and its mouth open, and before I thought I fired, and his
song stopped and he fell straight down from the limb, all limp like a rag,
and  I  run and picked him up and he was dead, and his body was warm in my
hand,  and  his  head  rolled  about  this way and that, like his neck was
broke,  and  there  was  a little white skin over his eyes, and one little
drop  of  blood on the side of his head; and, laws! I couldn't see nothing
more  for  the  tears;  and I hain't never murdered no creature since that
warn't doing me no harm, and I ain't going to.
   But  I  was  aggravated  about that welkin. I wanted to know. I got the
subject  up again, and then Tom explained, the best he could. He said when
a  person  made  a big speech the newspapers said the shouts of the people
made the welkin ring. He said they always said that, but none of them ever
told  what it was, so he allowed it just meant outdoors and up high. Well,
that seemed sensible enough, so I was satisfied, and said so. That pleased
Tom and put him in a good humor again, and he says:
   "Well,  it's all right, then; and we'll let bygones be bygones. I don't
know  for  certain what a welkin is, but when we land in London we'll make
it ring, anyway, and don't you forget it."
   He  said  an  erronort  was a person who sailed around in balloons; and
said  it was a mighty sight finer to be Tom Sawyer the Erronort than to be
Tom  Sawyer the Traveler, and we would be heard of all round the world, if
we  pulled  through  all  right,  and  so  he wouldn't give shucks to be a
traveler now.
   Toward the middle of the afternoon we got everything ready to land, and
we  felt  pretty  good,  too,  and  proud;  and  we kept watching with the
glasses,  like  Columbus  discovering America. But we couldn't see nothing
but ocean. The afternoon wasted out and the sun shut down, and still there
warn't no land anywheres. We wondered what was the matter, but reckoned it
would  come  out  all right, so we went on steering east, but went up on a
higher level so we wouldn't hit any steeples or mountains in the dark.
   It  was  my  watch till midnight, and then it was Jim's; but Tom stayed
up, because he said ship captains done that when they was making the land,
and didn't stand no regular watch.
   Well, when daylight come, Jim give a shout, and we jumped up and looked
over,  and  there  was the land sure enough-land all around, as far as you
could  see,  and  perfectly level and yaller. We didn't know how long we'd
been  over it. There warn't no trees, nor hills, nor rocks, nor towns, and
Tom  and  Jim  had took it for the sea. They took it for the sea in a dead
ca'm;  but  we  was  so  high  up, anyway, that if it had been the sea and
rough, it would 'a' looked smooth, all the same, in the night, that way.
   We  was  all  in a powerful excitement now, and grabbed the glasses and
hunted  everywheres for London, but couldn't find hair nor hide of it, nor
any  other  settlement-nor  any sign of a lake or a river, either. Tom was
clean  beat.  He  said it warn't his notion of England; he thought England
looked  like  America, and always had that idea. So he said we better have
breakfast,  and  then drop down and inquire the quickest way to London. We
cut  the  breakfast pretty short, we was so impatient. As we slanted along
down, the weather began to moderate, and pretty soon we shed our furs. But
it  kept  ON  moderating,  and in a precious little while it was 'most too
moderate. We was close down now, and just blistering!
   We  settled down to within thirty foot of the land-that is, it was land
if  sand is land; for this wasn't anything but pure sand. Tom and me clumb
down  the  ladder  and took a run to stretch our legs, and it felt amazing
good-that  is, the stretching did, but the sand scorched our feet like hot
embers.  Next,  we  see  somebody  coming, and started to meet him; but we
heard  Jim  shout, and looked around and he was fairly dancing, and making
signs,  and  yelling. We couldn't make out what he said, but we was scared
anyway,  and  begun  to  heel  it  back  to the balloon. When we got close
enough, we understood the words, and they made me sick:
   "Run! Run fo' yo' life! Hit's a lion; I kin see him thoo de glass! Run,
boys;  do please heel it de bes' you kin. He's bu'sted outen de menagerie,
en dey ain't nobody to stop him!"
   It made Tom fly, but it took the stiffening all out of my legs. I could
only  just  gasp  along  the  way  you  do in a dream when there's a ghost
gaining on you.
   Tom  got to the ladder and shinned up it a piece and waited for me; and
as  soon as I got a foothold on it he shouted to Jim to soar away. But Jim
had  clean lost his head, and said he had forgot how. So Tom shinned along
up  and  told  me  to  follow;  but the lion was arriving, fetching a most
ghastly  roar  with  every lope, and my legs shook so I dasn't try to take
one  of them out of the rounds for fear the other one would give way under
me.
   But  Tom  was  aboard  by  this  time,  and he started the balloon up a
little,  and  stopped it again as soon as the end of the ladder was ten or
twelve  feet  above ground. And there was the lion, a-ripping around under
me,  and  roaring  and  springing  up  in  the air at the ladder, and only
missing  it  about a quarter of an inch, it seemed to me. It was delicious
to  be  out  of  his reach, perfectly delicious, and made me feel good and
thankful  all  up  one side; but I was hanging there helpless and couldn't
climb, and that made me feel perfectly wretched and miserable all down the
other. It is most seldom that a person feels so mixed like that; and it is
not to be recommended, either.
   Tom  asked  me what he'd better do, but I didn't know. He asked me if I
could  hold  on  whilst  he  sailed away to a safe place and left the lion
behind.  I  said I could if he didn't go no higher than he was now; but if
he  went  higher  I would lose my head and fall, sure. So he said, "Take a
good grip," and he started.
   "Don't go so fast," I shouted. "It makes my head swim."
   He  had started like a lightning express. He slowed down, and we glided
over  the  sand  slower,  but  still in a kind of sickening way; for it IS
uncomfortable  to  see things sliding and gliding under you like that, and
not a sound.
   But  pretty  soon  there was plenty of sound, for the lion was catching
up.  His  noise fetched others. You could see them coming on the lope from
every direction, and pretty soon there was a couple of dozen of them under
me,  jumping up at the ladder and snarling and snapping at each other; and
so we went skimming along over the sand, and these fellers doing what they
could  to  help  us to not forgit the occasion; and then some other beasts
come,  without  an  invite, and they started a regular riot down there. We
see  this  plan was a mistake. We couldn't ever git away from them at this
gait,  and  I  couldn't  hold  on forever. So Tom took a think, and struck
another  idea.  That was, to kill a lion with the pepper-box revolver, and
then  sail  away while the others stopped to fight over the carcass. So he
stopped  the  balloon still, and done it, and then we sailed off while the
fuss  was going on, and come down a quarter of a mile off, and they helped
me  aboard;  but  by  the time we was out of reach again, that gang was on
hand once more. And when they see we was really gone and they couldn't get
us,  they  sat  down  on  their  hams  and  looked  up  at  us  so kind of
disappointed  that  it  was  as much as a person could do not to see THEIR
side of the matter.Chapter VI. IT'S A CARAVAN
I WAS so weak that the only thing I wanted was a chance to lay down, so
I  made straight for my locker-bunk, and stretched myself out there. But a
body  couldn't  get back his strength in no such oven as that, so Tom give
the command to soar, and Jim started her aloft.
   We  had  to  go up a mile before we struck comfortable weather where it
was breezy and pleasant and just right, and pretty soon I was all straight
again.  Tom  had  been setting quiet and thinking; but now he jumps up and
says:
   "I  bet  you  a thousand to one I know where we are. We're in the Great
Sahara, as sure as guns!"
   He was so excited he couldn't hold still; but I wasn't. I says:
   "Well, then, where's the Great Sahara? In England or in Scotland?"
   "'Tain't in either; it's in Africa."
   Jim's  eyes  bugged  out,  and  he  begun  to stare down with no end of
interest,  because  that  was  where his originals come from; but I didn't
more  than  half believe it. I couldn't, you know; it seemed too awful far
away for us to have traveled.
   But  Tom was full of his discovery, as he called it, and said the lions
and the sand meant the Great Desert, sure. He said he could 'a' found out,
before  we  sighted  land, that we was crowding the land somewheres, if he
had thought of one thing; and when we asked him what, he said:
   "These  clocks. They're chronometers. You always read about them in sea
voyages.  One  of  them is keeping Grinnage time, and the other is keeping
St.  Louis  time, like my watch. When we left St. Louis it was four in the
afternoon  by  my  watch  and  this clock, and it was ten at night by this
Grinnage clock. Well, at this time of the year the sun sets at about seven
o'clock.  Now I noticed the time yesterday evening when the sun went down,
and  it was half-past five o'clock by the Grinnage clock, and half past 11
A.M.  by my watch and the other clock. You see, the sun rose and set by my
watch  in  St. Louis, and the Grinnage clock was six hours fast; but we've
come so far east that it comes within less than half an hour of setting by
the  Grinnage  clock now, and I'm away out-more than four hours and a half
out.  You  see,  that  meant  that  we  was closing up on the longitude of
Ireland,  and would strike it before long if we was p'inted right-which we
wasn't. No, sir, we've been a-wandering-wandering 'way down south of east,
and  it's  my  opinion we are in Africa. Look at this map. You see how the
shoulder  of Africa sticks out to the west. Think how fast we've traveled;
if  we  had gone straight east we would be long past England by this time.
You watch for noon, all of you, and we'll stand up, and when we can't cast
a  shadow  we'll  find  that this Grinnage clock is coming mighty close to
marking twelve. Yes, sir, I think we're in Africa; and it's just bully."
   Jim was gazing down with the glass. He shook his head and says:
   "Mars  Tom,  I  reckon dey's a mistake som'er's. hain't seen no niggers
yit."
   "That's  nothing; they don't live in the desert. What is that, 'way off
yonder? Gimme a glass."
   He  took  a  long  look,  and said it was like a black string stretched
across the sand, but he couldn't guess what it was.
   "Well,"  I  says,  "I  reckon maybe you've got a chance now to find out
whereabouts  this  balloon is, because as like as not that is one of these
lines  here,  that's on the map, that you call meridians of longitude, and
we can drop down and look at its number, and-"
   "Oh,  shucks,  Huck  Finn,  I never see such a lunkhead as you. Did you
s'pose there's meridians of longitude on the EARTH?"
   "Tom  Sawyer,  they're  set  down on the map, and you know it perfectly
well, and here they are, and you can see for yourself."
   "Of  course  they're on the map, but that's nothing; there ain't any on
the GROUND."
   "Tom, do you know that to be so?"
   "Certainly I do."
   "Well,  then,  that map's a liar again. I never see such a liar as that
map."
   He  fired  up at that, and I was ready for him, and Jim was warming his
opinion, too, and next minute we'd 'a' broke loose on another argument, if
Tom hadn't dropped the glass and begun to clap his hands like a maniac and
sing out:
   "Camels!-Camels!"
   So  I  grabbed  a  glass  and  Jim,  too,  and  took  a look, but I was
disappointed, and says:
   "Camels your granny; they're spiders."
   "Spiders  in  a  desert, you shad? Spiders walking in a procession? You
don't  ever  reflect,  Huck  Finn,  and  I  reckon  you really haven't got
anything to reflect WITH. Don't you know we're as much as a mile up in the
air, and that that string of crawlers is two or three miles away? Spiders,
good land! Spiders as big as a cow? Perhaps you'd like to go down and milk
one of 'em. But they're camels, just the same. It's a caravan, that's what
it is, and it's a mile long."
   "Well,  then,  let's go down and look at it. I don't believe in it, and
ain't going to till I see it and know it."
   "All right," he says, and give the command:
   "Lower away."
   As we come slanting down into the hot weather, we could see that it was
camels,  sure  enough, plodding along, an everlasting string of them, with
bales strapped to them, and several hundred men in long white robes, and a
thing  like  a  shawl bound over their heads and hanging down with tassels
and  fringes;  and some of the men had long guns and some hadn't, and some
was  riding  and  some  was  walking.  And  the weatherJ-well, it was just
roasting. And how slow they did creep along! We swooped down now, all of a
sudden, and stopped about a hundred yards over their heads.
   The  men  all  set  up  a  yell,  and  some  of them fell flat on their
stomachs,  some  begun  to  fire  their guns at us, and the rest broke and
scampered every which way, and so did the camels.
   We see that we was making trouble, so we went up again about a mile, to
the cool weather, and watched them from there. It took them an hour to get
together  and  form  the procession again; then they started along, but we
could  see  by  the  glasses  that  they  wasn't  paying much attention to
anything  but  us.  We poked along, looking down at them with the glasses,
and by and by we see a big sand mound, and something like people the other
side  of it, and there was something like a man laying on top of the mound
that  raised his head up every now and then, and seemed to be watching the
caravan or us, we didn't know which. As the caravan got nearer, he sneaked
down  on the other side and rushed to the other men and horses-for that is
what  they was-and we see them mount in a hurry; and next, here they come,
like  a  house afire, some with lances and some with long guns, and all of
them yelling the best they could.
   They  come  a-tearing  down on to the caravan, and the next minute both
sides  crashed  together  and was all mixed up, and there was such another
popping  of  guns as you never heard, and the air got so full of smoke you
could only catch glimpses of them struggling together. There must 'a' been
six  hundred  men  in  that  battle, and it was terrible to see. Then they
broke up into gangs and groups, fighting tooth and nail, and scurrying and
scampering  around,  and  laying  into  each  other  like  everything; and
whenever  the smoke cleared a little you could see dead and wounded people
and  camels scattered far and wide and all about, and camels racing off in
every direction.
   At  last  the  robbers  see they couldn't win, so their chief sounded a
signal,  and  all  that  was  left  of them broke away and went scampering
across  the  plain.  The last man to go snatched up a child and carried it
off  in  front  of him on his horse, and a woman run screaming and begging
after  him,  and  followed  him  away  off  across  the plain till she was
separated  a  long ways from her people; but it warn't no use, and she had
to  give  it  up,  and we see her sink down on the sand and cover her face
with  her hands. Then Tom took the hellum, and started for that yahoo, and
we  come  a-whizzing  down  and  made  a swoop, and knocked him out of the
saddle,  child  and  all;  and  he  was jarred considerable, but the child
wasn't  hurt,  but laid there working its hands and legs in the air like a
tumble-bug that's on its back and can't turn over. The man went staggering
off  to  overtake  his horse, and didn't know what had hit him, for we was
three or four hundred yards up in the air by this time.
   We  judged the woman would go and get the child now; but she didn't. We
could see her, through the glass, still setting there, with her head bowed
down  on  her  knees;  so  of  course she hadn't seen the performance, and
thought  her  child  was  clean gone with the man. She was nearly a half a
mile  from  her people, so we thought we might go down to the child, which
was  about  a quarter of a mile beyond her, and snake it to her before the
caravan people could git to us to do us any harm; and besides, we reckoned
they  had  enough  business on their hands for one while, anyway, with the
wounded.  We  thought  we'd  chance  it,  and  we did. We swooped down and
stopped, and Jim shinned down the ladder and fetched up the kid, which was
a  nice  fat  little thing, and in a noble good humor, too, considering it
was  just  out  of  a  battle and been tumbled off of a horse; and then we
started for the mother, and stopped back of her and tolerable near by, and
Jim  slipped down and crept up easy, and when he was close back of her the
child  goo-goo'd,  the way a child does, and she heard it, and whirled and
fetched  a  shriek of joy, and made a jump for the kid and snatched it and
hugged  it,  and  dropped  it and hugged Jim, and then snatched off a gold
chain  and  hung it around Jim's neck, and hugged him again, and jerked up
the  child again, a-sobbing and glorifying all the time; and Jim he shoved
for  the  ladder  and up it, and in a minute we was back up in the sky and
the  woman was staring up, with the back of her head between her shoulders
and  the  child with its arms locked around her neck. And there she stood,
as long as we was in sight a-sailing away in the sky.Chapter VII. TOM RESPECTS THE FLEA
"NOON!" says Tom, and so it was. His shadder was just a blot around his
feet.  We  looked,  and  the  Grinnage  clock  was  so close to twelve the
difference didn't amount to nothing. So Tom said London was right north of
us  or  right  south of us, one or t'other, and he reckoned by the weather
and  the  sand  and  the camels it was north; and a good many miles north,
too; as many as from New York to the city of Mexico, he guessed.
   Jim said he reckoned a balloon was a good deal the fastest thing in the
world,  unless  it might be some kinds of birds-a wild pigeon, maybe, or a
railroad.
   But  Tom  said  he  had  read about railroads in England going nearly a
hundred miles an hour for a little ways, and there never was a bird in the
world that could do that-except one, and that was a flea.
   "A  flea?  Why,  Mars  Tom,  in de fust place he ain't a bird, strickly
speakin'-"
   "He ain't a bird, eh? Well, then, what is he?"
   "I  don't rightly know, Mars Tom, but I speck he's only jist a' animal.
No,  I  reckon dat won't do, nuther, he ain't big enough for a' animal. He
mus' be a bug. Yassir, dat's what he is, he's a bug."
   "I bet he ain't, but let it go. What's your second place?"
   "Well, in de second place, birds is creturs dat goes a long ways, but a
flea don't."
   "He don't, don't he? Come, now, what IS a long distance, if you know?"
   "Why, it's miles, and lots of 'em-anybody knows dat."
   "Can't a man walk miles?"
   "Yassir, he kin."
   "As many as a railroad?"
   "Yassir, if you give him time."
   "Can't a flea?"
   "Well-I s'pose so-ef you gives him heaps of time."
   "Now  you  begin  to  see,  don't you, that DISTANCE ain't the thing to
judge  by,  at  all;  it's  the  time  it takes to go the distance IN that
COUNTS, ain't it?"
   "Well, hit do look sorter so, but I wouldn't 'a' b'lieved it, Mars Tom."
   "It's  a  matter of PROPORTION, that's what it is; and when you come to
gauge a thing's speed by its size, where's your bird and your man and your
railroad,  alongside  of a flea? The fastest man can't run more than about
ten  miles in an hour-not much over ten thousand times his own length. But
all the books says any common ordinary third-class flea can jump a hundred
and  fifty  times his own length; yes, and he can make five jumps a second
too-seven hundred and fifty times his own length, in one little second-for
he don't fool away any time stopping and starting-he does them both at the
same  time; you'll see, if you try to put your finger on him. Now that's a
common,  ordinary,  third-class  flea's  gait;  but  you take an Eyetalian
FIRST-class,  that's been the pet of the nobility all his life, and hasn't
ever  knowed  what  want or sickness or exposure was, and he can jump more
than three hundred times his own length, and keep it up all day, five such
jumps  every  second, which is fifteen hundred times his own length. Well,
suppose  a  man  could  go  fifteen  hundred  times  his  own  length in a
second-say,  a  mile  and  a  half.  It's  ninety  miles  a  minute;  it's
considerable  more  than  five  thousand  miles  an hour. Where's your man
NOW?-yes,  and  your bird, and your railroad, and your balloon? Laws, they
don't  amount to shucks 'longside of a flea. A flea is just a comet b'iled
down small."
   Jim was a good deal astonished, and so was I. Jim said:
   "Is dem figgers jist edjackly true, en no jokin' en no lies, Mars Tom?"
   "Yes, they are; they're perfectly true."
   "Well,  den,  honey,  a  body's  got  to respec' a flea. I ain't had no
respec'  for um befo', sca'sely, but dey ain't no gittin' roun' it, dey do
deserve it, dat's certain."
   "Well,  I bet they do. They've got ever so much more sense, and brains,
and  brightness, in proportion to their size, than any other cretur in the
world.  A  person can learn them 'most anything; and they learn it quicker
than  any  other cretur, too. They've been learnt to haul little carriages
in  harness,  and  go  this  way and that way and t'other way according to
their  orders;  yes,  and  to  march  and drill like soldiers, doing it as
exact, according to orders, as soldiers does it. They've been learnt to do
all  sorts  of  hard  and troublesome things. S'pose you could cultivate a
flea up to the size of a man, and keep his natural smartness a-growing and
a-growing right along up, bigger and bigger, and keener and keener, in the
same  proportion-where'd the human race be, do you reckon? That flea would
be  President  of  the United States, and you couldn't any more prevent it
than you can prevent lightning."
   "My  lan',  Mars  Tom,  I never knowed dey was so much TO de beas'. No,
sir, I never had no idea of it, and dat's de fac'."
   "There's  more  to  him,  by  a  long sight, than there is to any other
cretur,  man  or  beast, in proportion to size. He's the interestingest of
them  all.  People  have  so  much  to say about an ant's strength, and an
elephant's,  and  a locomotive's. Shucks, they don't begin with a flea. He
can  lift  two or three hundred times his own weight. And none of them can
come  anywhere  near it. And, moreover, he has got notions of his own, and
is very particular, and you can't fool him; his instinct, or his judgment,
or  whatever  it  is,  is perfectly sound and clear, and don't ever make a
mistake. People think all humans are alike to a flea. It ain't so. There's
folks  that  he  won't go near, hungry or not hungry, and I'm one of them.
I've never had one of them on me in my life."
   "Mars Tom!"
   "It's so; I ain't joking."
   "Well,  sah,  I  hain't ever heard de likes o' dat befo'." Jim couldn't
believe  it,  and I couldn't; so we had to drop down to the sand and git a
supply  and  see. Tom was right. They went for me and Jim by the thousand,
but not a one of them lit on Tom. There warn't no explaining it, but there
it  was  and there warn't no getting around it. He said it had always been
just  so,  and  he'd  just as soon be where there was a million of them as
not; they'd never touch him nor bother him.
   We  went  up to the cold weather to freeze 'em out, and stayed a little
spell,  and  then  come  back  to the comfortable weather and went lazying
along twenty or twenty-five miles an hour, the way we'd been doing for the
last  few  hours.  The  reason was, that the longer we was in that solemn,
peaceful  desert,  the more the hurry and fuss got kind of soothed down in
us,  and  the  more happier and contented and satisfied we got to feeling,
and  the  more  we got to liking the desert, and then loving it. So we had
cramped  the speed down, as I was saying, and was having a most noble good
lazy time, sometimes watching through the glasses, sometimes stretched out
on the lockers reading, sometimes taking a nap.
   It  didn't  seem  like  we was the same lot that was in such a state to
find  land and git ashore, but it was. But we had got over that-clean over
it.  We  was  used  to the balloon now and not afraid any more, and didn't
want  to be anywheres else. Why, it seemed just like home; it 'most seemed
as if I had been born and raised in it, and Jim and Tom said the same. And
always  I had had hateful people around me, a-nagging at me, and pestering
of  me,  and  scolding,  and finding fault, and fussing and bothering, and
sticking to me, and keeping after me, and making me do this, and making me
do  that and t'other, and always selecting out the things I didn't want to
do, and then giving me Sam Hill because I shirked and done something else,
and  just  aggravating the life out of a body all the time; but up here in
the  sky  it  was so still and sunshiny and lovely, and plenty to eat, and
plenty  of  sleep,  and  strange  things  to  see,  and  no nagging and no
pestering,  and  no  good  people,  and just holiday all the time. Land, I
warn't  in no hurry to git out and buck at civilization again. Now, one of
the  worst  things  about civilization is, that anybody that gits a letter
with  trouble  in  it  comes and tells you all about it and makes you feel
bad, and the newspapers fetches you the troubles of everybody all over the
world,  and  keeps you downhearted and dismal 'most all the time, and it's
such  a  heavy  load  for  a  person.  I  hate them newspapers; and I hate
letters;  and if I had my way I wouldn't allow nobody to load his troubles
on  to other folks he ain't acquainted with, on t'other side of the world,
that  way.  Well,  up  in  a balloon there ain't any of that, and it's the
darlingest place there is.
   We  had  supper,  and that night was one of the prettiest nights I ever
see.  The moon made it just like daylight, only a heap softer; and once we
see  a lion standing all alone by himself, just all alone on the earth, it
seemed like, and his shadder laid on the sand by him like a puddle of ink.
That's the kind of moonlight to have.
   Mainly  we laid on our backs and talked; we didn't want to go to sleep.
Tom  said  we was right in the midst of the Arabian Nights now. He said it
was  right along here that one of the cutest things in that book happened;
so  we looked down and watched while he told about it, because there ain't
anything  that  is  so  interesting  to look at as a place that a book has
talked  about. It was a tale about a camel-driver that had lost his camel,
and he come along in the desert and met a man, and says:
   "Have you run across a stray camel to-day?"
   And the man says:
   "Was he blind in his left eye?"
   "Yes."
   "Had he lost an upper front tooth?"
   "Yes."
   "Was his off hind leg lame?"
   "Yes."
   "Was he loaded with millet-seed on one side and honey on the other?"
   "Yes,  but  you needn't go into no more details-that's the one, and I'm
in a hurry. Where did you see him?"
   "I hain't seen him at all," the man says.
   "Hain't seen him at all? How can you describe him so close, then?"
   "Because  when a person knows how to use his eyes, everything has got a
meaning  to  it; but most people's eyes ain't any good to them. I knowed a
camel  had  been  along, because I seen his track. I knowed he was lame in
his  off  hind  leg because he had favored that foot and trod light on it,
and his track showed it. I knowed he was blind on his left side because he
only  nibbled  the  grass  on the right side of the trail. I knowed he had
lost  an  upper  front  tooth  because  where  he  bit  into  the  sod his
teeth-print  showed  it.  The  millet-seed sifted out on one side-the ants
told  me that; the honey leaked out on the other-the flies told me that. I
know all about your camel, but I hain't seen him."
   Jim says:
   "Go on, Mars Tom, hit's a mighty good tale, and powerful interestin'."
   "That's all," Tom says.
   "ALL?" says Jim, astonished. "What 'come o' de camel?"
   "I don't know."
   "Mars Tom, don't de tale say?"
   "No."
   Jim puzzled a minute, then he says:
   "Well!  Ef  dat  ain't de beatenes' tale ever I struck. Jist gits to de
place  whah  de  intrust is gittin' red-hot, en down she breaks. Why, Mars
Tom,  dey  ain't  no  SENSE in a tale dat acts like dat. Hain't you got no
IDEA whether de man got de camel back er not?"
   "No, I haven't."
   I see myself there warn't no sense in the tale, to chop square off that
way  before  it  come to anything, but I warn't going to say so, because I
could  see  Tom was souring up pretty fast over the way it flatted out and
the  way Jim had popped on to the weak place in it, and I don't think it's
fair  for  everybody  to  pile  on  to a feller when he's down. But Tom he
whirls on me and says:
   "What do YOU think of the tale?"
   Of  course,  then, I had to come out and make a clean breast and say it
did  seem  to  me,  too,  same  as it did to Jim, that as long as the tale
stopped  square  in the middle and never got to no place, it really warn't
worth the trouble of telling.
   Tom's  chin  dropped  on  his  breast,  and  'stead  of being mad, as I
reckoned  he'd  be, to hear me scoff at his tale that way, he seemed to be
only sad; and he says:
   "Some people can see, and some can't-just as that man said. Let alone a
camel,  if  a  cyclone  had  gone by, YOU duffers wouldn't 'a' noticed the
track."
   I  don't know what he meant by that, and he didn't say; it was just one
of  his irrulevances, I reckon-he was full of them, sometimes, when he was
in a close place and couldn't see no other way out-but I didn't mind. We'd
spotted  the  soft  place  in that tale sharp enough, he couldn't git away
from  that  little  fact.  It graveled him like the nation, too, I reckon,
much as he tried not to let on.Chapter VIII. THE DISAPPEARING LAKE
WE  had  an early breakfast in the morning, and set looking down on the
desert,  and  the weather was ever so bammy and lovely, although we warn't
high  up.  You  have  to  come  down  lower and lower after sundown in the
desert,  because  it  cools off so fast; and so, by the time it is getting
toward dawn, you are skimming along only a little ways above the sand.
   We  was watching the shadder of the balloon slide along the ground, and
now and then gazing off across the desert to see if anything was stirring,
and  then  down  on  the  shadder again, when all of a sudden almost right
under  us we see a lot of men and camels laying scattered about, perfectly
quiet, like they was asleep.
   We  shut  off the power, and backed up and stood over them, and then we
see  that  they  was all dead. It give us the cold shivers. And it made us
hush  down,  too,  and talk low, like people at a funeral. We dropped down
slow and stopped, and me and Tom clumb down and went among them. There was
men,  and  women,  and  children.  They  was dried by the sun and dark and
shriveled and leathery, like the pictures of mummies you see in books. And
yet  they  looked  just  as human, you wouldn't 'a' believed it; just like
they was asleep.
   Some  of  the people and animals was partly covered with sand, but most
of them not, for the sand was thin there, and the bed was gravel and hard.
Most  of  the clothes had rotted away; and when you took hold of a rag, it
tore with a touch, like spiderweb. Tom reckoned they had been laying there
for years.
   Some  of  the  men  had  rusty guns by them, some had swords on and had
shawl belts with long, silvermounted pistols stuck in them. All the camels
had  their  loads on yet, but the packs had busted or rotted and spilt the
freight out on the ground. We didn't reckon the swords was any good to the
dead  people  any more, so we took one apiece, and some pistols. We took a
small box, too, because it was so handsome and inlaid so fine; and then we
wanted  to bury the people; but there warn't no way to do it that we could
think  of,  and  nothing  to do it with but sand, and that would blow away
again, of course.
   Then  we  mounted high and sailed away, and pretty soon that black spot
on  the  sand  was out of sight, and we wouldn't ever see them poor people
again  in  this  world.  We wondered, and reasoned, and tried to guess how
they  come  to  be there, and how it all happened to them, but we couldn't
make it out. First we thought maybe they got lost, and wandered around and
about  till  their  food and water give out and they starved to death; but
Tom  said  no  wild  animals nor vultures hadn't meddled with them, and so
that  guess  wouldn't do. So at last we give it up, and judged we wouldn't
think about it no more, because it made us low-spirited.
   Then we opened the box, and it had gems and jewels in it, quite a pile,
and some little veils of the kind the dead women had on, with fringes made
out  of  curious gold money that we warn't acquainted with. We wondered if
we  better go and try to find them again and give it back; but Tom thought
it  over  and said no, it was a country that was full of robbers, and they
would  come  and steal it; and then the sin would be on us for putting the
temptation  in their way. So we went on; but I wished we had took all they
had, so there wouldn't 'a' been no temptation at all left.
   We  had  had  two  hours  of  that  blazing weather down there, and was
dreadful thirsty when we got aboard again. We went straight for the water,
but  it  was  spoiled  and bitter, besides being pretty near hot enough to
scald  your  mouth.  We couldn't drink it. It was Mississippi river water,
the  best  in  the  world,  and we stirred up the mud in it to see if that
would  help,  but  no,  the mud wasn't any better than the water. Well, we
hadn't  been  so very, very thirsty before, while we was interested in the
lost  people,  but  we was now, and as soon as we found we couldn't have a
drink,  we  was more than thirty-five times as thirsty as we was a quarter
of  a  minute  before. Why, in a little while we wanted to hold our mouths
open and pant like a dog.
   Tom said to keep a sharp lookout, all around, everywheres, because we'd
got  to  find an oasis or there warn't no telling what would happen. So we
done  it.  We  kept the glasses gliding around all the time, till our arms
got  so  tired  we couldn't hold them any more. Two hours-three hours-just
gazing and gazing, and nothing but sand, sand, SAND, and you could see the
quivering heat-shimmer playing over it. Dear, dear, a body don't know what
real  misery  is  till he is thirsty all the way through and is certain he
ain't  ever  going to come to any water any more. At last I couldn't stand
it  to  look  around on them baking plains; I laid down on the locker, and
give it up.
   But  by  and by Tom raised a whoop, and there she was! A lake, wide and
shiny,  with  pa'm-trees leaning over it asleep, and their shadders in the
water just as soft and delicate as ever you see. I never see anything look
so  good.  It was a long ways off, but that warn't anything to us; we just
slapped  on  a  hundredmile  gait,  and  calculated  to  be there in seven
minutes;  but  she  stayed  the  same  old distance away, all the time; we
couldn't seem to gain on her; yes, sir, just as far, and shiny, and like a
dream;  but  we  couldn't get no nearer; and at last, all of a sudden, she
was gone!
   Tom's eyes took a spread, and he says:
   "Boys,  it  was  a  MYridge!"  Said  it  like he was glad. I didn't see
nothing to be glad about. I says:
   "Maybe.  I  don't care nothing about its name, the thing I want to know
is, what's become of it?"
   Jim  was  trembling  all  over, and so scared he couldn't speak, but he
wanted to ask that question himself if he could 'a' done it. Tom says:
   "What's BECOME of it? Why, you see yourself it's gone."
   "Yes, I know; but where's it gone TO?"
   He looked me over and says:
   "Well,  now,  Huck  Finn,  where  WOULD it go to! Don't you know what a
myridge is?"
   "No, I don't. What is it?"
   "It ain't anything but imagination. There ain't anything TO it. "
   It warmed me up a little to hear him talk like that, and I says:
   "What's  the  use  you talking that kind of stuff, Tom Sawyer? Didn't I
see the lake?"
   "Yes-you think you did."
   "I don't think nothing about it, I DID see it."
   "I tell you you DIDN'T see it either-because it warn't there to see."
   It  astonished  Jim to hear him talk so, and he broke in and says, kind
of pleading and distressed:
   "Mars  Tom,  PLEASE don't say sich things in sich an awful time as dis.
You  ain't  only  reskin' yo' own self, but you's reskin' us-same way like
Anna Nias en Siffra. De lake WUZ dah-I seen it jis' as plain as I sees you
en Huck dis minute."
   I says:
   "Why,  he seen it himself! He was the very one that seen it first. NOW,
then!"
   "Yes,  Mars  Tom,  hit's  so-you  can't deny it. We all seen it, en dat
PROVE it was dah."
   "Proves it! How does it prove it?"
   "Same  way  it  does  in de courts en everywheres, Mars Tom. One pusson
might  be  drunk,  or  dreamy  or suthin', en he could be mistaken; en two
might,  maybe;  but  I  tell  you,  sah, when three sees a thing, drunk er
sober,  it's  SO.  Dey  ain't no gittin' aroun' dat, en you knows it, Mars
Tom."
   "I  don't  know  nothing  of  the kind. There used to be forty thousand
million  people  that  seen  the  sun move from one side of the sky to the
other every day. Did that prove that the sun DONE it?"
   "Course  it  did. En besides, dey warn't no 'casion to prove it. A body
'at's got any sense ain't gwine to doubt it. Dah she is now-a sailin' thoo
de sky, like she allays done."
   Tom turned on me, then, and says:
   "What do YOU say-is the sun standing still?"
   "Tom  Sawyer,  what's  the  use to ask such a jackass question? Anybody
that ain't blind can see it don't stand still."
   "Well,"  he  says, "I'm lost in the sky with no company but a passel of
low-down  animals  that  don't  know  no  more  than  the  head  boss of a
university did three or four hundred years ago."
   It warn't fair play, and I let him know it. I says:
   "Throwin' mud ain't arguin', Tom Sawyer."
   "Oh,  my  goodness,  oh,  my  goodness  gracious, dah's de lake agi'n!"
yelled Jim, just then. "NOW, Mars Tom, what you gwine to say?"
   Yes,  sir,  there  was  the  lake again, away yonder across the desert,
perfectly plain, trees and all, just the same as it was before. I says:
   "I reckon you're satisfied now, Tom Sawyer."
   But he says, perfectly ca'm:
   "Yes, satisfied there ain't no lake there."
   Jim says:
   "DON'T  talk  so,  Mars  Tom-it sk'yers me to hear you. It's so hot, en
you's so thirsty, dat you ain't in yo' right mine, Mars Tom. Oh, but don't
she  look good! 'clah I doan' know how I's gwine to wait tell we gits dah,
I's SO thirsty."
   "Well,  you'll  have  to  wait;  and  it  won't do you no good, either,
because there ain't no lake there, I tell you."
   I says:
   "Jim, don't you take your eye off of it, and I won't, either."
   "'Deed I won't; en bless you, honey, I couldn't ef I wanted to."
   We  went  a-tearing  along  toward  it, piling the miles behind us like
nothing,  but  never gaining an inch on it-and all of a sudden it was gone
again! Jim staggered, and 'most fell down. When he got his breath he says,
gasping like a fish:
   "Mars  Tom,  hit's a GHOS', dat's what it is, en I hopes to goodness we
ain't  gwine to see it no mo'. Dey's BEEN a lake, en suthin's happened, en
de  lake's  dead,  en  we's  seen its ghos'; we's seen it twiste, en dat's
proof.  De  desert's  ha'nted,  it's ha'nted, sho; oh, Mars Tom, le''s git
outen  it;  I'd  ruther  die  den have de night ketch us in it ag'in en de
ghos'  er dat lake come a-mournin' aroun' us en we asleep en doan' know de
danger we's in."
   "Ghost,  you gander! It ain't anything but air and heat and thirstiness
pasted together by a person's imagination. If I-gimme the glass!"
   He grabbed it and begun to gaze off to the right.
   "It's  a  flock  of  birds," he says. "It's getting toward sundown, and
they're  making  a  bee-line  across  our  track for somewheres. They mean
business-maybe  they're  going  for  food or water, or both. Let her go to
starboard!-Port your hellum! Hard down! There-ease up-steady, as you go."
   We  shut  down  some of the power, so as not to outspeed them, and took
out  after  them.  We went skimming along a quarter of a mile behind them,
and  when  we  had followed them an hour and a half and was getting pretty
discouraged, and was thirsty clean to unendurableness, Tom says:
   "Take  the  glass,  one of you, and see what that is, away ahead of the
birds."
   Jim  got the first glimpse, and slumped down on the locker sick. He was
most crying, and says:
   "She's  dah  ag'in,  Mars Tom, she's dah ag'in, en I knows I's gwine to
die,  'case when a body sees a ghos' de third time, dat's what it means. I
wisht I'd never come in dis balloon, dat I does."
   He wouldn't look no more, and what he said made me afraid, too, because
I  knowed  it  was  true, for that has always been the way with ghosts; so
then  I  wouldn't look any more, either. Both of us begged Tom to turn off
and  go  some  other  way,  but  he  wouldn't,  and  said  we was ignorant
superstitious blatherskites. Yes, and he'll git come up with, one of these
days,  I says to myself, insulting ghosts that way. They'll stand it for a
while, maybe, but they won't stand it always, for anybody that knows about
ghosts knows how easy they are hurt, and how revengeful they are.
   So  we  was all quiet and still, Jim and me being scared, and Tom busy.
By and by Tom fetched the balloon to a standstill, and says:
   "NOW get up and look, you sapheads."
   We  done it, and there was the sure-enough water right under us!-clear,
and  blue,  and  cool,  and  deep, and wavy with the breeze, the loveliest
sight  that  ever was. And all about it was grassy banks, and flowers, and
shady  groves of big trees, looped together with vines, and all looking so
peaceful and comfortable-enough to make a body cry, it was so beautiful.
   Jim DID cry, and rip and dance and carry on, he was so thankful and out
of  his  mind for joy. It was my watch, so I had to stay by the works, but
Tom and Jim clumb down and drunk a barrel apiece, and fetched me up a lot,
and  I've  tasted  a  many  a good thing in my life, but nothing that ever
begun with that water.
   Then  we went down and had a swim, and then Tom came up and spelled me,
and  me and Jim had a swim, and then Jim spelled Tom, and me and Tom had a
foot-race  and  a  boxing-mill,  and I don't reckon I ever had such a good
time  in  my  life.  It  warn't  so  very  hot, because it was close on to
evening,  and  we hadn't any clothes on, anyway. Clothes is well enough in
school,  and in towns, and at balls, too, but there ain't no sense in them
when  there ain't no civilization nor other kinds of bothers and fussiness
around.
   "Lions a-comin'!-lions! Quick, Mars Tom! Jump for yo' life, Huck!"
   Oh,  and  didn't  we!  We never stopped for clothes, but waltzed up the
ladder  just so. Jim lost his head straight off-he always done it whenever
he got excited and scared; and so now, 'stead of just easing the ladder up
from the ground a little, so the animals couldn't reach it, he turned on a
raft  of power, and we went whizzing up and was dangling in the sky before
he  got his wits together and seen what a foolish thing he was doing. Then
he  stopped her, but he had clean forgot what to do next; so there we was,
so  high  that  the lions looked like pups, and we was drifting off on the
wind.
   But  Tom  he  shinned  up and went for the works and begun to slant her
down,  and  back  toward  the lake, where the animals was gathering like a
camp-meeting,  and I judged he had lost HIS head, too; for he knowed I was
too  scared  to  climb,  and  did  he want to dump me among the tigers and
things?
   But  no,  his  head  was level, he knowed what he was about. He swooped
down  to  within  thirty or forty feet of the lake, and stopped right over
the center, and sung out:
   "Leggo, and drop!"
   I  done  it,  and  shot down, feet first, and seemed to go about a mile
toward the bottom; and when I come up, he says:
   "Now  lay  on your back and float till you're rested and got your pluck
back, then I'll dip the ladder in the water and you can climb aboard."
   I done it. Now that was ever so smart in Tom, because if he had started
off somewheres else to drop down on the sand, the menagerie would 'a' come
along, too, and might 'a' kept us hunting a safe place till I got tuckered
out and fell.
   And all this time the lions and tigers was sorting out the clothes, and
trying  to  divide them up so there would be some for all, but there was a
misunderstanding about it somewheres, on account of some of them trying to
hog  more  than  their  share;  so there was another insurrection, and you
never  see  anything  like  it  in the world. There must 'a' been fifty of
them,  all mixed up together, snorting and roaring and snapping and biting
and  tearing,  legs  and tails in the air, and you couldn't tell which was
which,  and  the  sand  and fur a-flying. And when they got done, some was
dead.  and  some was limping off crippled, and the rest was setting around
on  the battlefield, some of them licking their sore places and the others
looking  up  at  us  and seemed to be kind of inviting us to come down and
have some fun, but which we didn't want any.
   As  for  the clothes, they warn't any, any more. Every last rag of them
was  inside  of the animals; and not agreeing with them very well, I don't
reckon,  for  there was considerable many brass buttons on them, and there
was  knives  in the pockets, too, and smoking tobacco, and nails and chalk
and  marbles  and  fishhooks and things. But I wasn't caring. All that was
bothering  me  was, that all we had now was the professor's clothes, a big
enough  assortment,  but  not suitable to go into company with, if we came
across any, because the britches was as long as tunnels, and the coats and
things according. Still, there was everything a tailor needed, and Jim was
a  kind of jack legged tailor, and he allowed he could soon trim a suit or
two down for us that would answer.Chapter IX. TOM DISCOURSES ON THE DESERT
STILL,  we  thought  we  would drop down there a minute, but on another
errand.  Most  of the professor's cargo of food was put up in cans, in the
new  way  that  somebody  had  just invented; the rest was fresh. When you
fetch  Missouri  beefsteak  to the Great Sahara, you want to be particular
and stay up in the coolish weather. So we reckoned we would drop down into
the lion market and see how we could make out there.
   We  hauled  in  the  ladder and dropped down till we was just above the
reach  of  the animals, then we let down a rope with a slip-knot in it and
hauled  up a dead lion, a small tender one, then yanked up a cub tiger. We
had to keep the congregation off with the revolver, or they would 'a' took
a hand in the proceedings and helped.
   We  carved  off  a  supply from both, and saved the skins, and hove the
rest  overboard.  Then  we  baited  some of the professor's hooks with the
fresh  meat  and  went a-fishing. We stood over the lake just a convenient
distance  above  the  water, and catched a lot of the nicest fish you ever
see.  It  was  a most amazing good supper we had; lion steak, tiger steak,
fried fish, and hot corn-pone. I don't want nothing better than that.
   We  had  some  fruit  to finish off with. We got it out of the top of a
monstrous  tall  tree.  It was a very slim tree that hadn't a branch on it
from  the  bottom  plumb  to  the  top,  and  there  it bursted out like a
featherduster.  It  was  a pa'm-tree, of course; anybody knows a pa'm-tree
the  minute he see it, by the pictures. We went for cocoanuts in this one,
but  there  warn't  none.  There was only big loose bunches of things like
oversized  grapes,  and  Tom  allowed they was dates, because he said they
answered  the  description  in  the Arabian Nights and the other books. Of
course  they  mightn't  be,  and they might be poison; so we had to wait a
spell,  and  watch  and see if the birds et them. They done it; so we done
it, too, and they was most amazing good.
   By  this  time monstrous big birds begun to come and settle on the dead
animals. They was plucky creturs; they would tackle one end of a lion that
was  being  gnawed at the other end by another lion. If the lion drove the
bird away, it didn't do no good; he was back again the minute the lion was
busy.
   The big birds come out of every part of the sky-you could make them out
with the glass while they was still so far away you couldn't see them with
your  naked  eye. Tom said the birds didn't find out the meat was there by
the smell; they had to find it out by seeing it. Oh, but ain't that an eye
for  you!  Tom  said  at  the  distance of five mile a patch of dead lions
couldn't  look  any  bigger  than  a person's finger-nail, and he couldn't
imagine how the birds could notice such a little thing so far off.
   It was strange and unnatural to see lion eat lion, and we thought maybe
they  warn't  kin.  But Jim said that didn't make no difference. He said a
hog  was  fond  of  her own children, and so was a spider, and he reckoned
maybe  a  lion  was pretty near as unprincipled though maybe not quite. He
thought  likely a lion wouldn't eat his own father, if he knowed which was
him,  but  reckoned  he  would  eat  his brother-in-law if he was uncommon
hungry,  and  eat  his  mother-in-law any time. But RECKONING don't settle
nothing.  You can reckon till the cows come home, but that don't fetch you
to no decision. So we give it up and let it drop.
   Generly it was very still in the Desert nights, but this time there was
music.  A  lot  of other animals come to dinner; sneaking yelpers that Tom
allowed  was jackals, and roached-backed ones that he said was hyenas; and
all  the  whole  biling of them kept up a racket all the time. They made a
picture  in  the moonlight that was more different than any picture I ever
see.  We  had  a  line  out and made fast to the top of a tree, and didn't
stand  no  watch,  but  all turned in and slept; but I was up two or three
times to look down at the animals and hear the music. It was like having a
front seat at a menagerie for nothing, which I hadn't ever had before, and
so it seemed foolish to sleep and not make the most of it; I mightn't ever
have such a chance again.
   We  went  a-fishing again in the early dawn, and then lazied around all
day  in  the  deep  shade on an island, taking turn about to watch and see
that  none of the animals come a-snooping around there after erronorts for
dinner.  We  was  going  to  leave  the next day, but couldn't, it was too
lovely.
   The  day after, when we rose up toward the sky and sailed off eastward,
we  looked  back  and watched that place till it warn't nothing but just a
speck  in  the  Desert,  and  I  tell you it was like saying good-bye to a
friend that you ain't ever going to see any more.
   Jim was thinking to himself, and at last he says:
   "Mars Tom, we's mos' to de end er de Desert now, I speck."
   "Why?"
   "Well,  hit  stan'  to  reason  we  is.  You  knows  how long we's been
a-skimmin'  over  it.  Mus'  be mos' out o' san'. Hit's a wonder to me dat
it's hilt out as long as it has."
   "Shucks, there's plenty sand, you needn't worry."
   "Oh, I ain't a-worryin', Mars Tom, only wonderin', dat's all. De Lord's
got  plenty  san',  I  ain't  doubtin' dat; but nemmine, He ain't gwyne to
WAS'E  it  jist  on  dat  account; en I allows dat dis Desert's plenty big
enough  now,  jist de way she is, en you can't spread her out no mo' 'dout
was'in' san'."
   "Oh,  go  'long!  we  ain't  much  more than fairly STARTED across this
Desert yet. The United States is a pretty big country, ain't it? Ain't it,
Huck?"
   "Yes," I says, "there ain't no bigger one, I don't reckon."
   "Well,"  he says, "this Desert is about the shape of the United States,
and  if you was to lay it down on top of the United States, it would cover
the  land  of  the  free  out of sight like a blanket. There'd be a little
corner  sticking  out,  up  at  Maine  and  away up northwest, and Florida
sticking  out  like a turtle's tail, and that's all. We've took California
away from the Mexicans two or three years ago, so that part of the Pacific
coast  is ours now, and if you laid the Great Sahara down with her edge on
the Pacific, she would cover the United States and stick out past New York
six hundred miles into the Atlantic ocean."
   I say:
   "Good land! have you got the documents for that, Tom Sawyer?"
   "Yes, and they're right here, and I've been studying them. You can look
for yourself. From New York to the Pacific is 2,600 miles. From one end of
the  Great  Desert  to  the  other  is  3,200.  The United States contains
3,600,000  square  miles, the Desert contains 4,162,000. With the Desert's
bulk you could cover up every last inch of the United States, and in under
where  the edges projected out, you could tuck England, Scotland, Ireland,
France, Denmark, and all Germany. Yes, sir, you could hide the home of the
brave and all of them countries clean out of sight under the Great Sahara,
and you would still have 2,000 square miles of sand left."
   "Well,"  I  says,  "it clean beats me. Why, Tom, it shows that the Lord
took  as much pains makin' this Desert as makin' the United States and all
them other countries."
   Jim  says:  "Huck, dat don' stan' to reason. I reckon dis Desert wa'n't
made  at  all. Now you take en look at it like dis-you look at it, and see
ef I's right. What's a desert good for? 'Taint good for nuthin'. Dey ain't
no way to make it pay. Hain't dat so, Huck?"
   "Yes, I reckon."
   "Hain't it so, Mars Tom?"
   "I guess so. Go on."
   "Ef a thing ain't no good, it's made in vain, ain't it?"
   "Yes."
   "NOW, den! Do de Lord make anything in vain? You answer me dat."
   "Well-no, He don't."
   "Den how come He make a desert?"
   "Well, go on. How DID He come to make it?"
   "Mars  Tom, I b'lieve it uz jes like when you's buildin' a house; dey's
allays a lot o' truck en rubbish lef' over. What does you do wid it? Doan'
you  take en k'yart it off en dump it into a ole vacant back lot? 'Course.
Now,  den, it's my opinion hit was jes like dat-dat de Great Sahara warn't
made at all, she jes HAPPEN'."
   I  said it was a real good argument, and I believed it was the best one
Jim  ever made. Tom he said the same, but said the trouble about arguments
is,  they  ain't nothing but THEORIES, after all, and theories don't prove
nothing,  they  only  give  you  a place to rest on, a spell, when you are
tuckered  out butting around and around trying to find out something there
ain't no way TO find out. And he says:
   "There's  another trouble about theories: there's always a hole in them
somewheres,  sure, if you look close enough. It's just so with this one of
Jim's. Look what billions and billions of stars there is. How does it come
that there was just exactly enough starstuff, and none left over? How does
it come there ain't no sand-pile up there?"
   But Jim was fixed for him and says:
   "What's  de  Milky Way?-dat's what I want to know. What's de Milky Way?
Answer me dat!"
   In  my  opinion  it  was just a sockdologer. It's only an opinion, it's
only  MY  opinion and others may think different; but I said it then and I
stand to it now-it was a sockdologer. And moreover, besides, it landed Tom
Sawyer.  He  couldn't  say  a  word.  He had that stunned look of a person
that's  been shot in the back with a kag of nails. All he said was, as for
people  like  me  and Jim, he'd just as soon have intellectual intercourse
with a catfish. But anybody can say that-and I notice they always do, when
somebody  has  fetched  them a lifter. Tom Sawyer was tired of that end of
the subject.
   So  we  got back to talking about the size of the Desert again, and the
more  we compared it with this and that and t'other thing, the more nobler
and  bigger  and grander it got to look right along. And so, hunting among
the  figgers,  Tom found, by and by, that it was just the same size as the
Empire  of China. Then he showed us the spread the Empire of China made on
the  map, and the room she took up in the world. Well, it was wonderful to
think of, and I says:
   "Why,  I've  heard  talk about this Desert plenty of times, but I never
knowed before how important she was."
   Then Tom says:
   "Important!  Sahara important! That's just the way with some people. If
a  thing's big, it's important. That's all the sense they've got. All they
can  see is SIZE. Why, look at England. It's the most important country in
the  world;  and yet you could put it in China's vest-pocket; and not only
that, but you'd have the dickens's own time to find it again the next time
you  wanted  it. And look at Russia. It spreads all around and everywhere,
and  yet  ain't  no more important in this world than Rhode Island is, and
hasn't  got half as much in it that's worth saving." Away off now we see a
little  hill,  a-standing  up just on the edge of the world. Tom broke off
his  talk, and reached for a glass very much excited, and took a look, and
says:
   "That's it-it's the one I've been looking for, sure. If I'm right, it's
the one the dervish took the man into and showed him all the treasures."
   So  we  begun to gaze, and he begun to tell about it out of the Arabian
Nights.Chapter X. THE TREASURE-HILL
TOM said it happened like this.
   A  dervish  was  stumping  it  along  through  the Desert, on foot, one
blazing hot day, and he had come a thousand miles and was pretty poor, and
hungry,  and  ornery  and  tired,  and along about where we are now he run
across  a camel-driver with a hundred camels, and asked him for some a'ms.
But the cameldriver he asked to be excused. The dervish said:
   "Don't you own these camels?"
   "Yes, they're mine."
   "Are you in debt?"
   "Who-me? No."
   "Well,  a  man that owns a hundred camels and ain't in debt is rich-and
not only rich, but very rich. Ain't it so?"
   The camel-driver owned up that it was so. Then the dervish says:
   "God  has  made  you rich, and He has made me poor. He has His reasons,
and  they  are  wise, blessed be His name. But He has willed that His rich
shall help His poor, and you have turned away from me, your brother, in my
need, and He will remember this, and you will lose by it."
   That  made  the  camel-driver  feel shaky, but all the same he was born
hoggish after money and didn't like to let go a cent; so he begun to whine
and  explain,  and  said  times  was hard, and although he had took a full
freight  down  to  Balsora  and  got a fat rate for it, he couldn't git no
return  freight,  and so he warn't making no great things out of his trip.
So the dervish starts along again, and says:
   "All  right,  if  you want to take the risk; but I reckon you've made a
mistake this time, and missed a chance."
   Of  course the camel-driver wanted to know what kind of a chance he had
missed,  because maybe there was money in it; so he run after the dervish,
and  begged  him  so hard and earnest to take pity on him that at last the
dervish gave in, and says:
   "Do  you  see that hill yonder? Well, in that hill is all the treasures
of  the  earth,  and I was looking around for a man with a particular good
kind heart and a noble, generous disposition, because if I could find just
that  man, I've got a kind of a salve I could put on his eyes and he could
see the treasures and get them out."
   So  then the camel-driver was in a sweat; and he cried, and begged, and
took  on,  and went down on his knees, and said he was just that kind of a
man,  and  said  he could fetch a thousand people that would say he wasn't
ever described so exact before.
   "Well,  then,"  says  the  dervish,  "all right. If we load the hundred
camels, can I have half of them?"
   The driver was so glad he couldn't hardly hold in, and says:
   "Now you're shouting."
   So they shook hands on the bargain, and the dervish got out his box and
rubbed  the  salve  on  the driver's right eye, and the hill opened and he
went  in,  and  there, sure enough, was piles and piles of gold and jewels
sparkling like all the stars in heaven had fell down.
   So  him  and the dervish laid into it, and they loaded every camel till
he  couldn't  carry  no  more;  then  they said good-bye, and each of them
started  off  with  his  fifty.  But  pretty  soon  the  camel-driver come
a-running and overtook the dervish and says:
   "You  ain't  in society, you know, and you don't really need all you've
got. Won't you be good, and let me have ten of your camels?"
   "Well,"  the dervish says, "I don't know but what you say is reasonable
enough."
   So  he  done  it,  and they separated and the dervish started off again
with  his forty. But pretty soon here comes the camel-driver bawling after
him again, and whines and slobbers around and begs another ten off of him,
saying  thirty  camel  loads  of  treasures  was  enough  to see a dervish
through,  because  they  live very simple, you know, and don't keep house,
but board around and give their note.
   But  that  warn't the end yet. That ornery hound kept coming and coming
till  he had begged back all the camels and had the whole hundred. Then he
was  satisfied, and ever so grateful, and said he wouldn't ever forgit the
dervish as long as he lived, and nobody hadn't been so good to him before,
and  liberal.  So they shook hands good-bye, and separated and started off
again.
   But  do  you  know,  it  warn't  ten  minutes till the camel-driver was
unsatisfied  again-he  was the lowdownest reptyle in seven counties-and he
come  arunning  again.  And  this  time the thing he wanted was to get the
dervish to rub some of the salve on his other eye.
   "Why?" said the dervish.
   "Oh, you know," says the driver.
   "Know what?"
   "Well, you can't fool me," says the driver. "You're trying to keep back
something  from me, you know it mighty well. You know, I reckon, that if I
had  the  salve  on  the  other  eye  I could see a lot more things that's
valuable. Come-please put it on."
   The dervish says:
   "I wasn't keeping anything back from you. I don't mind telling you what
would  happen  if I put it on. You'd never see again. You'd be stone-blind
the rest of your days."
   But  do  you  know  that  beat  wouldn't believe him. No, he begged and
begged,  and whined and cried, till at last the dervish opened his box and
told  him  to  put  it  on,  if he wanted to. So the man done it, and sure
enough he was as blind as a bat in a minute.
   Then  the dervish laughed at him and mocked at him and made fun of him;
and says:
   "Good-bye-a man that's blind hain't got no use for jewelry."
   And he cleared out with the hundred camels, and left that man to wander
around  poor  and  miserable  and  friendless  the rest of his days in the
Desert.
   Jim said he'd bet it was a lesson to him.
   "Yes,"  Tom  says,  "and  like a considerable many lessons a body gets.
They  ain't  no  account, because the thing don't ever happen the same way
again-and  can't.  The  time Hen Scovil fell down the chimbly and crippled
his  back  for life, everybody said it would be a lesson to him. What kind
of  a  lesson?  How was he going to use it? He couldn't climb chimblies no
more, and he hadn't no more backs to break."
   "All  de  same, Mars Tom, dey IS sich a thing as learnin' by expe'ence.
De Good Book say de burnt chile shun de fire."
   "Well, I ain't denying that a thing's a lesson if it's a thing that can
happen  twice  just  the  same  way. There's lots of such things, and THEY
educate  a  person, that's what Uncle Abner always said; but there's forty
MILLION  lots  of  the  other kind-the kind that don't happen the same way
twice-and  they ain't no real use, they ain't no more instructive than the
small-pox.  When  you've got it, it ain't no good to find out you ought to
been vaccinated, and it ain't no good to git vaccinated afterward, because
the  small-pox  don't  come  but once. But, on the other hand, Uncle Abner
said  that  the  person  that  had took a bull by the tail once had learnt
sixty  or seventy times as much as a person that hadn't, and said a person
that started in to carry a cat home by the tail was gitting knowledge that
was always going to be useful to him, and warn't ever going to grow dim or
doubtful.  But  I  can  tell you, Jim, Uncle Abner was down on them people
that's all the time trying to dig a lesson out of everything that happens,
no matter whether-"
   But  Jim  was  asleep.  Tom  looked kind of ashamed, because you know a
person  always  feels  bad when he is talking uncommon fine and thinks the
other person is admiring, and that other person goes to sleep that way. Of
course  he  oughtn't  to go to sleep, because it's shabby; but the finer a
person  talks  the certainer it is to make you sleep, and so when you come
to  look  at  it  it ain't nobody's fault in particular; both of them's to
blame.
   Jim begun to snore-soft and blubbery at first, then a long rasp, then a
stronger  one,  then  a  half  a  dozen  horrible ones like the last water
sucking down the plug-hole of a bath-tub, then the same with more power to
it,  and  some  big coughs and snorts flung in, the way a cow does that is
choking  to  death; and when the person has got to that point he is at his
level  best,  and  can  wake  up  a  man  that is in the next block with a
dipperful  of loddanum in him, but can't wake himself up although all that
awful noise of his'n ain't but three inches from his own ears. And that is
the  curiosest  thing  in  the world, seems to me. But you rake a match to
light  the candle, and that little bit of a noise will fetch him. I wish I
knowed  what  was the reason of that, but there don't seem to be no way to
find  out.  Now  there  was Jim alarming the whole Desert, and yanking the
animals  out,  for  miles  and miles around, to see what in the nation was
going  on  up  there; there warn't nobody nor nothing that was as close to
the  noise as HE was, and yet he was the only cretur that wasn't disturbed
by it. We yelled at him and whooped at him, it never done no good; but the
first  time  there  come a little wee noise that wasn't of a usual kind it
woke  him up. No, sir, I've thought it all over, and so has Tom, and there
ain't no way to find out why a snorer can't hear himself snore.
   Jim  said  he  hadn't  been  asleep;  he just shut his eyes so he could
listen better.
   Tom said nobody warn't accusing him.
   That  made  him  look  like  he  wished he hadn't said anything. And he
wanted  to  git away from the subject, I reckon, because he begun to abuse
the  cameldriver,  just  the  way a person does when he has got catched in
something  and  wants  to  take  it  out of somebody else. He let into the
camel-driver  the  hardest he knowed how, and I had to agree with him; and
he  praised  up  the dervish the highest he could, and I had to agree with
him there, too. But Tom says:
   "I  ain't  so  sure. You call that dervish so dreadful liberal and good
and  unselfish,  but  I don't quite see it. He didn't hunt up another poor
dervish,  did  he? No, he didn't. If he was so unselfish, why didn't he go
in  there  himself  and  take  a  pocketful  of jewels and go along and be
satisfied? No, sir, the person he was hunting for was a man with a hundred
camels. He wanted to get away with all the treasure he could."
   "Why,  Mars  Tom,  he  was  willin' to divide, fair and square; he only
struck for fifty camels."
   "Because he knowed how he was going to get all of them by and by."
   "Mars Tom, he TOLE de man de truck would make him bline."
   "Yes,  because he knowed the man's character. It was just the kind of a
man  he  was  hunting  for-a  man that never believes in anybody's word or
anybody's  honorableness,  because  he ain't got none of his own. I reckon
there's  lots  of  people like that dervish. They swindle, right and left,
but  they  always make the other person SEEM to swindle himself. They keep
inside  of  the  letter of the law all the time, and there ain't no way to
git  hold  of them. THEY don't put the salve on-oh, no, that would be sin;
but  they  know  how  to  fool  YOU into putting it on, then it's you that
blinds  yourself.  I  reckon  the  dervish and the camel-driver was just a
pair-a  fine,  smart, brainy rascal, and a dull, coarse, ignorant one, but
both of them rascals, just the same."
   "Mars  Tom,  does you reckon dey's any o' dat kind o' salve in de worl'
now?"
   "Yes,  Uncle  Abner  says there is. He says they've got it in New York,
and  they  put it on country people's eyes and show them all the railroads
in  the  world,  and  they  go in and git them, and then when they rub the
salve  on  the other eye the other man bids them goodbye and goes off with
their railroads. Here's the treasure-hill now. Lower away!"
   We  landed,  but  it warn't as interesting as I thought it was going to
be,  because  we  couldn't  find  the  place where they went in to git the
treasure.  Still,  it  was plenty interesting enough, just to see the mere
hill  itself  where  such a wonderful thing happened. Jim said he wou'dn't
'a' missed it for three dollars, and I felt the same way.
   And  to  me  and Jim, as wonderful a thing as any was the way Tom could
come  into  a  strange  big  country  like this and go straight and find a
little  hump  like that and tell it in a minute from a million other humps
that  was  almost  just  like it, and nothing to help him but only his own
learning  and  his  own  natural  smartness.  We talked and talked it over
together,  but  couldn't  make out how he done it. He had the best head on
him  I  ever  see;  and  all he lacked was age, to make a name for himself
equal to Captain Kidd or George Washington. I bet you it would 'a' crowded
either  of  THEM  to  find  that hill, with all their gifts, but it warn't
nothing  to  Tom Sawyer; he went across Sahara and put his finger on it as
easy as you could pick a nigger out of a bunch of angels.
   We  found  a  pond of salt water close by and scraped up a raft of salt
around the edges, and loaded up the lion's skin and the tiger's so as they
would keep till Jim could tan them.Chapter XI. THE SAND-STORM
WE  went  a-fooling  along  for a day or two, and then just as the full
moon  was  touching  the  ground on the other side of the desert, we see a
string  of  little  black  figgers  moving across its big silver face. You
could  see  them  as plain as if they was painted on the moon with ink. It
was  another  caravan. We cooled down our speed and tagged along after it,
just  to  have  company, though it warn't going our way. It was a rattler,
that  caravan, and a most bully sight to look at next morning when the sun
come  a-streaming  across  the  desert  and flung the long shadders of the
camels on the gold sand like a thousand grand-daddy-longlegses marching in
procession.  We never went very near it, because we knowed better now than
to act like that and scare people's camels and break up their caravans. It
was the gayest outfit you ever see, for rich clothes and nobby style. Some
of  the  chiefs rode on dromedaries, the first we ever see, and very tall,
and  they go plunging along like they was on stilts, and they rock the man
that is on them pretty violent and churn up his dinner considerable, I bet
you,  but  they make noble good time, and a camel ain't nowheres with them
for speed.
   The caravan camped, during the middle part of the day, and then started
again about the middle of the afternoon. Before long the sun begun to look
very  curious.  First  it kind of turned to brass, and then to copper, and
after  that it begun to look like a bloodred ball, and the air got hot and
close,  and  pretty  soon  all  the sky in the west darkened up and looked
thick  and  foggy, but fiery and dreadful-like it looks through a piece of
red  glass,  you  know. We looked down and see a big confusion going on in
the  caravan, and a rushing every which way like they was scared; and then
they all flopped down flat in the sand and laid there perfectly still.
   Pretty  soon we see something coming that stood up like an amazing wide
wall,  and reached from the Desert up into the sky and hid the sun, and it
was coming like the nation, too. Then a little faint breeze struck us, and
then  it  come  harder, and grains of sand begun to sift against our faces
and sting like fire, and Tom sung out:
   "It's a sand-storm-turn your backs to it!"
   We  done  it; and in another minute it was blowing a gale, and the sand
beat  against  us  by  the  shovelful, and the air was so thick with it we
couldn't  see a thing. In five minutes the boat was level full, and we was
setting  on  the lockers buried up to the chin in sand, and only our heads
out and could hardly breathe.
   Then the storm thinned, and we see that monstrous wall go a-sailing off
across  the desert, awful to look at, I tell you. We dug ourselves out and
looked  down,  and  where the caravan was before there wasn't anything but
just  the  sand  ocean  now,  and all still and quiet. All them people and
camels was smothered and dead and buried-buried under ten foot of sand, we
reckoned,  and  Tom  allowed  it  might be years before the wind uncovered
them,  and  all  that time their friends wouldn't ever know what become of
that caravan. Tom said:
   "NOW  we know what it was that happened to the people we got the swords
and pistols from."
   Yes, sir, that was just it. It was as plain as day now. They got buried
in  a  sand-storm, and the wild animals couldn't get at them, and the wind
never  uncovered them again until they was dried to leather and warn't fit
to  eat.  It  seemed  to me we had felt as sorry for them poor people as a
person  could for anybody, and as mournful, too, but we was mistaken; this
last caravan's death went harder with us, a good deal harder. You see, the
others  was  total  strangers, and we never got to feeling acquainted with
them  at  all,  except, maybe, a little with the man that was watching the
girl, but it was different with this last caravan. We was huvvering around
them  a  whole  night  and  'most a whole day, and had got to feeling real
friendly  with  them, and acquainted. I have found out that there ain't no
surer  way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel
with  them.  Just so with these. We kind of liked them from the start, and
traveling with them put on the finisher. The longer we traveled with them,
and  the  more  we  got used to their ways, the better and better we liked
them,  and  the gladder and gladder we was that we run across them. We had
come  to know some of them so well that we called them by name when we was
talking  about  them,  and  soon got so familiar and sociable that we even
dropped  the  Miss  and Mister and just used their plain names without any
handle, and it did not seem unpolite, but just the right thing. Of course,
it wasn't their own names, but names we give them. There was Mr. Elexander
Robinson  and  Miss  Adaline Robinson, and Colonel Jacob McDougal and Miss
Harryet  McDougal, and Judge Jeremiah Butler and young Bushrod Butler, and
these  was  big  chiefs  mostly  that  wore  splendid  great  turbans  and
simmeters,  and  dressed  like the Grand Mogul, and their families. But as
soon  as  we  come  to  know them good, and like them very much, it warn't
Mister,  nor  Judge, nor nothing, any more, but only Elleck, and Addy, and
Jake, and Hattie, and Jerry, and Buck, and so on.
   And  you  know the more you join in with people in their joys and their
sorrows,  the more nearer and dearer they come to be to you. Now we warn't
cold  and  indifferent,  the  way  most  travelers  is,  we was right down
friendly and sociable, and took a chance in everything that was going, and
the caravan could depend on us to be on hand every time, it didn't make no
difference what it was.
   When they camped, we camped right over them, ten or twelve hundred feet
up  in  the  air.  When they et a meal, we et ourn, and it made it ever so
much  homeliker to have their company. When they had a wedding that night,
and  Buck and Addy got married, we got ourselves up in the very starchiest
of the professor's duds for the blow-out, and when they danced we jined in
and shook a foot up there.
   But  it is sorrow and trouble that brings you the nearest, and it was a
funeral that done it with us. It was next morning, just in the still dawn.
We didn't know the diseased, and he warn't in our set, but that never made
no  difference; he belonged to the caravan, and that was enough, and there
warn't  no  more  sincerer tears shed over him than the ones we dripped on
him from up there eleven hundred foot on high.
   Yes,  parting  with  this caravan was much more bitterer than it was to
part  with  them others, which was comparative strangers, and been dead so
long,  anyway.  We  had knowed these in their lives, and was fond of them,
too,  and  now to have death snatch them from right before our faces while
we  was  looking, and leave us so lonesome and friendless in the middle of
that  big  desert, it did hurt so, and we wished we mightn't ever make any
more friends on that voyage if we was going to lose them again like that.
   We  couldn't  keep  from  talking about them, and they was all the time
coming  up in our memory, and looking just the way they looked when we was
all  alive  and  happy  together.  We could see the line marching, and the
shiny  spearheads  a-winking  in  the  sun;  we  could see the dromedaries
lumbering  along;  we  could  see  the  wedding  and the funeral; and more
oftener  than  anything else we could see them praying, because they don't
allow  nothing  to  prevent  that; whenever the call come, several times a
day,  they  would stop right there, and stand up and face to the east, and
lift  back  their  heads, and spread out their arms and begin, and four or
five  times  they  would go down on their knees, and then fall forward and
touch their forehead to the ground.
   Well, it warn't good to go on talking about them, lovely as they was in
their life, and dear to us in their life and death both, because it didn't
do no good, and made us too down-hearted. Jim allowed he was going to live
as  good a life as he could, so he could see them again in a better world;
and  Tom  kept  still  and  didn't  tell him they was only Mohammedans; it
warn't no use to disappoint him, he was feeling bad enough just as it was.
   When  we  woke up next morning we was feeling a little cheerfuller, and
had  had a most powerful good sleep, because sand is the comfortablest bed
there  is,  and  I  don't  see why people that can afford it don't have it
more.  And  it's  terrible  good  ballast, too; I never see the balloon so
steady before.
   Tom  allowed  we  had twenty tons of it, and wondered what we better do
with it; it was good sand, and it didn't seem good sense to throw it away.
Jim says:
   "Mars Tom, can't we tote it back home en sell it? How long'll it take?"
   "Depends on the way we go."
   "Well,  sah,  she's  wuth  a  quarter  of a dollar a load at home, en I
reckon  we's  got  as  much as twenty loads, hain't we? How much would dat
be?"
   "Five dollars."
   "By jings, Mars Tom, le's shove for home right on de spot! Hit's more'n
a dollar en a half apiece, hain't it?"
   "Yes."
   "Well,  ef  dat  ain't  makin' money de easiest ever I struck! She jes'
rained in-never cos' us a lick o' work. Le's mosey right along, Mars Tom."
   But  Tom  was  thinking and ciphering away so busy and excited he never
heard him. Pretty soon he says:
   "Five  dollars-sho!  Look here, this sand's worth-worth-why, it's worth
no end of money."
   "How is dat, Mars Tom? Go on, honey, go on!"
   "Well,  the  minute  people  knows it's genuwyne sand from the genuwyne
Desert  of  Sahara, they'll just be in a perfect state of mind to git hold
of  some  of it to keep on the what-not in a vial with a label on it for a
curiosity.  All we got to do is to put it up in vials and float around all
over  the United States and peddle them out at ten cents apiece. We've got
all of ten thousand dollars' worth of sand in this boat."
   Me   and  Jim  went  all  to  pieces  with  joy,  and  begun  to  shout
whoopjamboreehoo, and Tom says:
   "And  we can keep on coming back and fetching sand, and coming back and
fetching  more sand, and just keep it a-going till we've carted this whole
Desert  over  there  and sold it out; and there ain't ever going to be any
opposition, either, because we'll take out a patent."
   "My goodness," I says, "we'll be as rich as Creosote, won't we, Tom?"
   "Yes-Creesus,  you  mean.  Why, that dervish was hunting in that little
hill  for  the treasures of the earth, and didn't know he was walking over
the  real  ones  for  a  thousand  miles.  He was blinder than he made the
driver."
   "Mars Tom, how much is we gwyne to be worth?"
   "Well,  I  don't  know  yet.  It's got to be ciphered, and it ain't the
easiest  job to do, either, because it's over four million square miles of
sand at ten cents a vial."
   Jim was awful excited, but this faded it out considerable, and he shook
his head and says:
   "Mars  Tom, we can't 'ford all dem vials-a king couldn't. We better not
try to take de whole Desert, Mars Tom, de vials gwyne to bust us, sho'."
   Tom's  excitement  died out, too, now, and I reckoned it was on account
of  the  vials,  but  it  wasn't. He set there thinking, and got bluer and
bluer, and at last he says:
   "Boys, it won't work; we got to give it up."
   "Why, Tom?"
   "On account of the duties."
   I couldn't make nothing out of that, neither could Jim. I says:
   "What IS our duty, Tom? Because if we can't git around it, why can't we
just DO it? People often has to."
   But he says:
   "Oh, it ain't that kind of duty. The kind I mean is a tax. Whenever you
strike  a  frontier-that's  the  border  of a country, you know-you find a
customhouse there, and the gov'ment officers comes and rummages among your
things  and  charges  a big tax, which they call a duty because it's their
duty  to  bust  you if they can, and if you don't pay the duty they'll hog
your  sand. They call it confiscating, but that don't deceive nobody, it's
just  hogging, and that's all it is. Now if we try to carry this sand home
the  way  we're pointed now, we got to climb fences till we git tired-just
frontier  after  frontier-Egypt, Arabia, Hindostan, and so on, and they'll
all whack on a duty, and so you see, easy enough, we CAN'T go THAT road."
   "Why,  Tom,"  I  says, "we can sail right over their old frontiers; how
are THEY going to stop us?"
   He looked sorrowful at me, and says, very grave:
   "Huck Finn, do you think that would be honest?"
   I hate them kind of interruptions. I never said nothing, and he went on:
   "Well,  we're  shut off the other way, too. If we go back the way we've
come,  there's  the  New  York custom-house, and that is worse than all of
them others put together, on account of the kind of cargo we've got."
   "Why?"
   "Well,  they  can't  raise  Sahara sand in America, of course, and when
they  can't raise a thing there, the duty is fourteen hundred thousand per
cent. on it if you try to fetch it in from where they do raise it."
   "There ain't no sense in that, Tom Sawyer."
   "Who  said  there WAS? What do you talk to me like that for, Huck Finn?
You wait till I say a thing's got sense in it before you go to accusing me
of saying it."
   "All right, consider me crying about it, and sorry. Go on."
   Jim says:
   "Mars  Tom,  do  dey  jam  dat  duty  onto everything we can't raise in
America, en don't make no 'stinction 'twix' anything?"
   "Yes, that's what they do."
   "Mars Tom, ain't de blessin' o' de Lord de mos' valuable thing dey is?"
   "Yes, it is."
   "Don't de preacher stan' up in de pulpit en call it down on de people?"
   "Yes."
   "Whah do it come from?"
   "From heaven."
   "Yassir!  you's jes' right, 'deed you is, honey-it come from heaven, en
dat's a foreign country. NOW, den! do dey put a tax on dat blessin'?"
   "No, they don't."
   "Course  dey  don't;  en so it stan' to reason dat you's mistaken, Mars
Tom.  Dey  wouldn't put de tax on po' truck like san', dat everybody ain't
'bleeged  to  have,  en  leave it off'n de bes' thing dey is, which nobody
can't git along widout."
   Tom Sawyer was stumped; he see Jim had got him where he couldn't budge.
He  tried  to wiggle out by saying they had FORGOT to put on that tax, but
they'd  be  sure  to remember about it, next session of Congress, and then
they'd  put it on, but that was a poor lame come-off, and he knowed it. He
said there warn't nothing foreign that warn't taxed but just that one, and
so they couldn't be consistent without taxing it, and to be consistent was
the  first  law  of  politics.  So  he stuck to it that they'd left it out
unintentional  and would be certain to do their best to fix it before they
got caught and laughed at.
   But  I  didn't  feel  no  more  interest  in such things, as long as we
couldn't  git  our  sand through, and it made me low-spirited, and Jim the
same.  Tom  he  tried  to  cheer us up by saying he would think up another
speculation  for us that would be just as good as this one and better, but
it  didn't  do no good, we didn't believe there was any as big as this. It
was  mighty  hard;  such  a little while ago we was so rich, and could 'a'
bought  a country and started a kingdom and been celebrated and happy, and
now  we  was so poor and ornery again, and had our sand left on our hands.
The  sand  was  looking so lovely before, just like gold and di'monds, and
the  feel of it was so soft and so silky and nice, but now I couldn't bear
the  sight  of  it, it made me sick to look at it, and I knowed I wouldn't
ever  feel  comfortable again till we got shut of it, and I didn't have it
there  no  more  to  remind  us  of  what  we had been and what we had got
degraded down to. The others was feeling the same way about it that I was.
I knowed it, because they cheered up so, the minute I says le's throw this
truck overboard.
   Well, it was going to be work, you know, and pretty solid work, too; so
Tom  he  divided  it up according to fairness and strength. He said me and
him  would  clear out a fifth apiece of the sand, and Jim threefifths. Jim
he didn't quite like that arrangement. He says:
   "Course  I's  de stronges', en I's willin' to do a share accordin', but
by jings you's kinder pilin' it onto ole Jim, Mars Tom, hain't you?"
   "Well,  I didn't think so, Jim, but you try your hand at fixing it, and
let's see."
   So  Jim  reckoned it wouldn't be no more than fair if me and Tom done a
TENTH  apiece. Tom he turned his back to git room and be private, and then
he  smole  a  smile that spread around and covered the whole Sahara to the
westward,  back  to  the  Atlantic  edge of it where we come from. Then he
turned  around again and said it was a good enough arrangement, and we was
satisfied if Jim was. Jim said he was.
   So  then  Tom  measured off our two-tenths in the bow and left the rest
for Jim, and it surprised Jim a good deal to see how much difference there
was  and  what  a  raging  lot  of sand his share come to, and said he was
powerful  glad  now  that  he  had  spoke  up  in  time  and got the first
arrangement  altered,  for he said that even the way it was now, there was
more sand than enjoyment in his end of the contract, he believed.
   Then  we laid into it. It was mighty hot work, and tough; so hot we had
to  move  up  into  cooler weather or we couldn't 'a' stood it. Me and Tom
took  turn  about,  and  one worked while t'other rested, but there warn't
nobody to spell poor old Jim, and he made all that part of Africa damp, he
sweated  so.  We  couldn't  work good, we was so full of laugh, and Jim he
kept  fretting  and wanting to know what tickled us so, and we had to keep
making  up  things to account for it, and they was pretty poor inventions,
but  they  done  well enough, Jim didn't see through them. At last when we
got done we was 'most dead, but not with work but with laughing. By and by
Jim  was  'most  dead,  too, but: it was with work; then we took turns and
spelled  him, and he was as thankfull as he could be, and would set on the
gunnel  and swab the sweat, and heave and pant, and say how good we was to
a  poor  old  nigger,  and  he  wouldn't ever forgit us. He was always the
gratefulest  nigger  I ever see, for any little thing you done for him. He
was only nigger outside; inside he was as white as you be.Chapter XII. JIM STANDING SIEGE
THE  next few meals was pretty sandy, but that don't make no difference
when  you  are hungry; and when you ain't it ain't no satisfaction to eat,
anyway,  and so a little grit in the meat ain't no particular drawback, as
far as I can see.
   Then  we  struck  the  east  end  of  the  Desert at last, sailing on a
northeast course. Away off on the edge of the sand, in a soft pinky light,
we see three little sharp roofs like tents, and Tom says:
   "It's the pyramids of Egypt."
   It  made  my heart fairly jump. You see, I had seen a many and a many a
picture  of  them,  and  heard tell about them a hundred times, and yet to
come  on them all of a sudden, that way, and find they was REAL, 'stead of
imaginations,  'most  knocked  the  breath out of me with surprise. It's a
curious  thing,  that  the  more  you hear about a grand and big and bully
thing  or  person,  the  more it kind of dreamies out, as you may say, and
gets to be a big dim wavery figger made out of moonshine and nothing solid
to  it.  It's  just  so  with  George  Washington,  and the same with them
pyramids.
   And  moreover, besides, the thing they always said about them seemed to
me  to  be  stretchers. There was a feller come to the Sunday-school once,
and had a picture of them, and made a speech, and said the biggest pyramid
covered  thirteen acres, and was most five hundred foot high, just a steep
mountain,  all built out of hunks of stone as big as a bureau, and laid up
in  perfectly  regular  layers, like stair-steps. Thirteen acres, you see,
for  just one building; it's a farm. If it hadn't been in Sunday-school, I
would  'a'  judged  it  was a lie; and outside I was certain of it. And he
said  there  was  a  hole  in  the pyramid, and you could go in there with
candles, and go ever so far up a long slanting tunnel, and come to a large
room in the stomach of that stone mountain, and there you would find a big
stone  chest with a king in it, four thousand years old. I said to myself,
then, if that ain't a lie I will eat that king if they will fetch him, for
even Methusalem warn't that old, and nobody claims it.
   As  we  come a little nearer we see the yaller sand come to an end in a
long  straight edge like a blanket, and on to it was joined, edge to edge,
a  wide  country of bright green, with a snaky stripe crooking through it,
and  Tom  said  it was the Nile. It made my heart jump again, for the Nile
was  another  thing  that  wasn't real to me. Now I can tell you one thing
which is dead certain: if you will fool along over three thousand miles of
yaller  sand, all glimmering with heat so that it makes your eyes water to
look  at  it,  and you've been a considerable part of a week doing it, the
green  country  will look so like home and heaven to you that it will make
your eyes water AGAIN.
   It was just so with me, and the same with Jim.
   And  when  Jim  got so he could believe it WAS the land of Egypt he was
looking  at,  he  wouldn't enter it standing up, but got down on his knees
and  took off his hat, because he said it wasn't fitten' for a humble poor
nigger  to  come any other way where such men had been as Moses and Joseph
and  Pharaoh and the other prophets. He was a Presbyterian, and had a most
deep  respect for Moses which was a Presbyterian, too, he said. He was all
stirred up, and says:
   "Hit's  de lan' of Egypt, de lan' of Egypt, en I's 'lowed to look at it
wid  my own eyes! En dah's de river dat was turn' to blood, en I's looking
at de very same groun' whah de plagues was, en de lice, en de frogs, en de
locus',  en  de  hail,  en whah dey marked de door-pos', en de angel o' de
Lord  come  by  in  de darkness o' de night en slew de fust-born in all de
lan' o' Egypt. Ole Jim ain't worthy to see dis day!"
   And  then  he just broke down and cried, he was so thankful. So between
him  and Tom there was talk enough, Jim being excited because the land was
so full of history-Joseph and his brethren, Moses in the bulrushers, Jacob
coming  down  into  Egypt to buy corn, the silver cup in the sack, and all
them interesting things; and Tom just as excited too, because the land was
so  full  of history that was in HIS line, about Noureddin, and Bedreddin,
and  such  like monstrous giants, that made Jim's wool rise, and a raft of
other  Arabian  Nights folks, which the half of them never done the things
they let on they done, I don't believe.
   Then  we  struck  a  disappointment, for one of them early morning fogs
started  up,  and  it warn't no use to sail over the top of it, because we
would  go  by  Egypt, sure, so we judged it was best to set her by compass
straight  for the place where the pyramids was gitting blurred and blotted
out,  and then drop low and skin along pretty close to the ground and keep
a sharp lookout. Tom took the hellum, I stood by to let go the anchor, and
Jim  he  straddled  the bow to dig through the fog with his eyes and watch
out  for danger ahead. We went along a steady gait, but not very fast, and
the  fog  got solider and solider, so solid that Jim looked dim and ragged
and  smoky  through  it.  It  was  awful  still, and we talked low and was
anxious. Now and then Jim would say:
   "Highst  her  a  p'int, Mars Tom, highst her!" and up she would skip, a
foot  or  two, and we would slide right over a flat-roofed mud cabin, with
people  that  had been asleep on it just beginning to turn out and gap and
stretch;  and once when a feller was clear up on his hind legs so he could
gap  and  stretch  better,  we took him a blip in the back and knocked him
off.  By  and  by,  after  about an hour, and everything dead still and we
a-straining  our ears for sounds and holding our breath, the fog thinned a
little, very sudden, and Jim sung out in an awful scare:
   "Oh, for de lan's sake, set her back, Mars Tom, here's de biggest giant
outen de 'Rabian Nights acomin' for us!" and he went over backwards in the
boat.
   Tom  slammed  on  the  back-action,  and as we slowed to a standstill a
man's  face as big as our house at home looked in over the gunnel, same as
a  house  looks  out  of its windows, and I laid down and died. I must 'a'
been  clear dead and gone for as much as a minute or more; then I come to,
and  Tom  had  hitched a boathook on to the lower lip of the giant and was
holding  the balloon steady with it whilst he canted his head back and got
a good long look up at that awful face.
   Jim  was on his knees with his hands clasped, gazing up at the thing in
a  begging way, and working his lips, but not getting anything out. I took
only just a glimpse, and was fading out again, but Tom says:
   "He ain't alive, you fools; it's the Sphinx!"
   I never see Tom look so little and like a fly; but that was because the
giant's head was so big and awful. Awful, yes, so it was, but not dreadful
any  more, because you could see it was a noble face, and kind of sad, and
not  thinking  about you, but about other things and larger. It was stone,
reddish  stone, and its nose and ears battered, and that give it an abused
look, and you felt sorrier for it for that.
   We stood off a piece, and sailed around it and over it, and it was just
grand.  It  was  a  man's  head,  or  maybe a woman's, on a tiger's body a
hundred  and  twenty-five  foot  long,  and there was a dear little temple
between  its  front  paws. All but the head used to be under the sand, for
hundreds  of years, maybe thousands, but they had just lately dug the sand
away  and  found  that little temple. It took a power of sand to bury that
cretur; most as much as it would to bury a steamboat, I reckon.
   We landed Jim on top of the head, with an American flag to protect him,
it  being  a foreign land; then we sailed off to this and that and t'other
distance, to git what Tom called effects and perspectives and proportions,
and  Jim  he  done  the best he could, striking all the different kinds of
attitudes  and  positions  he could study up, but standing on his head and
working  his  legs  the  way  a frog does was the best. The further we got
away, the littler Jim got, and the grander the Sphinx got, till at last it
was  only  a  clothespin  on  a  dome,  as  you  might say. That's the way
perspective  brings  out  the correct proportions, Tom said; he said Julus
Cesar's niggers didn't know how big he was, they was too close to him.
   Then we sailed off further and further, till we couldn't see Jim at all
any more, and then that great figger was at its noblest, a-gazing out over
the  Nile  Valley  so  still  and  solemn and lonesome, and all the little
shabby  huts  and things that was scattered about it clean disappeared and
gone,  and  nothing around it now but a soft wide spread of yaller velvet,
which was the sand.
   That  was  the  right  place  to  stop,  and  we  done it. We set there
a-looking and a-thinking for a half an hour, nobody a-saying anything, for
it  made  us feel quiet and kind of solemn to remember it had been looking
over  that  valley just that same way, and thinking its awful thoughts all
to  itself for thousands of years. and nobody can't find out what they are
to this day.
   At last I took up the glass and see some little black things a-capering
around  on  that  velvet  carpet, and some more a-climbing up the cretur's
back,  and  then I see two or three wee puffs of white smoke, and told Tom
to look. He done it, and says:
   "They're  bugs.  No-hold on; they-why, I believe they're men. Yes, it's
men-men  and  horses  both.  They're  hauling  a  long  ladder up onto the
Sphinx's  back-now  ain't  that  odd? And now they're trying to lean it up
a-there's some more puffs of smoke-it's guns! Huck, they're after Jim."
   We  clapped on the power, and went for them abiling. We was there in no
time,  and come a-whizzing down amongst them, and they broke and scattered
every  which  way,  and some that was climbing the ladder after Jim let go
all  holts  and fell. We soared up and found him laying on top of the head
panting  and  most  tuckered  out, partly from howling for help and partly
from  scare. He had been standing a siege a long time-a week, HE said, but
it  warn't so, it only just seemed so to him because they was crowding him
so.  They  had  shot at him, and rained the bullets all around him, but he
warn't  hit,  and  when  they  found  he wouldn't stand up and the bullets
couldn't git at him when he was laying down, they went for the ladder, and
then  he knowed it was all up with him if we didn't come pretty quick. Tom
was  very indignant, and asked him why he didn't show the flag and command
them  to  GIT,  in the name of the United States. Jim said he done it, but
they  never  paid  no  attention. Tom said he would have this thing looked
into at Washington, and says:
   "You'll  see that they'll have to apologize for insulting the flag, and
pay an indemnity, too, on top of it even if they git off THAT easy."
   Jim says:
   "What's an indemnity, Mars Tom?"
   "It's cash, that's what it is."
   "Who gits it, Mars Tom?"
   "Why, WE do."
   "En who gits de apology?"
   "The  United  States.  Or, we can take whichever we please. We can take
the apology, if we want to, and let the gov'ment take the money."
   "How much money will it be, Mars Tom?"
   "Well,  in  an aggravated case like this one, it will be at least three
dollars apiece, and I don't know but more."
   "Well, den, we'll take de money, Mars Tom, blame de 'pology. Hain't dat
yo' notion, too? En hain't it yourn, Huck?"
   We  talked  it over a little and allowed that that was as good a way as
any,  so  we  agreed to take the money. It was a new business to me, and I
asked  Tom if countries always apologized when they had done wrong, and he
says:
   "Yes; the little ones does."
   We  was  sailing  around  examining  the pyramids, you know, and now we
soared up and roosted on the flat top of the biggest one, and found it was
just  like  what the man said in the Sunday-school. It was like four pairs
of stairs that starts broad at the bottom and slants up and comes together
in  a  point  at the top, only these stair-steps couldn't be clumb the way
you  climb  other  stairs; no, for each step was as high as your chin, and
you  have  to be boosted up from behind. The two other pyramids warn't far
away,  and  the  people  moving about on the sand between looked like bugs
crawling, we was so high above them.
   Tom  he  couldn't  hold  himself  he was so worked up with gladness and
astonishment to be in such a celebrated place, and he just dripped history
from every pore, seemed to me. He said he couldn't scarcely believe he was
standing  on  the  very  identical spot the prince flew from on the Bronze
Horse.  It  was  in  the  Arabian  Night times, he said. Somebody give the
prince  a bronze horse with a peg in its shoulder, and he could git on him
and  fly through the air like a bird, and go all over the world, and steer
it by turning the peg, and fly high or low and land wherever he wanted to.
   When  he  got  done  telling  it  there  was  one of them uncomfortable
silences  that  comes,  you know, when a person has been telling a whopper
and  you feel sorry for him and wish you could think of some way to change
the subject and let him down easy, but git stuck and don't see no way, and
before  you can pull your mind together and DO something, that silence has
got  in and spread itself and done the business. I was embarrassed, Jim he
was  embarrassed,  and  neither  of  us  couldn't say a word. Well, Tom he
glowered at me a minute, and says:
   "Come, out with it. What do you think?"
   I says:
   "Tom Sawyer, YOU don't believe that, yourself."
   "What's the reason I don't? What's to hender me?"
   "There's one thing to hender you: it couldn't happen, that's all."
   "What's the reason it couldn't happen?"
   "You tell me the reason it COULD happen."
   "This balloon is a good enough reason it could happen, I should reckon."
   "WHY is it?"
   "WHY  is  it?  I  never  saw  such an idiot. Ain't this balloon and the
bronze horse the same thing under different names?"
   "No,  they're  not. One is a balloon and the other's a horse. It's very
different. Next you'll be saying a house and a cow is the same thing."
   "By Jackson, Huck's got him ag'in! Dey ain't no wigglin' outer dat!"
   "Shut  your  head,  Jim;  you don't know what you're talking about. And
Huck  don't.  Look  here,  Huck,  I'll  make  it  plain to you, so you can
understand. You see, it ain't the mere FORM that's got anything to do with
their  being  similar  or  unsimilar, it's the PRINCIPLE involved; and the
principle is the same in both. Don't you see, now?"
   I turned it over in my mind, and says:
   "Tom,  it ain't no use. Principles is all very well, but they don't git
around  that  one  big fact, that the thing that a balloon can do ain't no
sort of proof of what a horse can do."
   "Shucks,  Huck,  you  don't  get  the  idea  at  all.  Now  look here a
minute-it's perfectly plain. Don't we fly through the air?"
   "Yes."
   "Very well. Don't we fly high or fly low, just as we please?"
   "Yes."
   "Don't we steer whichever way we want to?"
   "Yes."
   "And don't we land when and where we please?"
   "Yes."
   "How do we move the balloon and steer it?"
   "By touching the buttons."
   "NOW  I reckon the thing is clear to you at last. In the other case the
moving  and  steering  was  done  by turning a peg. We touch a button, the
prince  turned a peg. There ain't an atom of difference, you see. I knowed
I could git it through your head if I stuck to it long enough."
   He  felt so happy he begun to whistle. But me and Jim was silent, so he
broke off surprised, and says:
   "Looky here, Huck Finn, don't you see it YET?"
   I says:
   "Tom Sawyer, I want to ask you some questions."
   "Go ahead," he says, and I see Jim chirk up to listen.
   "As  I understand it, the whole thing is in the buttons and the peg-the
rest  ain't  of  no  consequence.  A button is one shape, a peg is another
shape, but that ain't any matter?"
   "No, that ain't any matter, as long as they've both got the same power."
   "All right, then. What is the power that's in a candle and in a match?"
   "It's the fire."
   "It's the same in both, then?"
   "Yes, just the same in both."
   "All  right.  Suppose I set fire to a carpenter shop with a match, what
will happen to that carpenter shop?"
   "She'll burn up."
   "And suppose I set fire to this pyramid with a candle-will she burn up?"
   "Of course she won't."
   "All  right.  Now  the  fire's  the same, both times. WHY does the shop
burn, and the pyramid don't?"
   "Because the pyramid CAN'T burn."
   "Aha! and A HORSE CAN'T FLY!"
   "My  lan',  ef  Huck ain't got him ag'in! Huck's landed him high en dry
dis  time,  I  tell  you!  Hit's  de  smartes' trap I ever see a body walk
inter-en ef I-"
   But  Jim  was so full of laugh he got to strangling and couldn't go on,
and Tom was that mad to see how neat I had floored him, and turned his own
argument  ag'in him and knocked him all to rags and flinders with it, that
all  he  could  manage to say was that whenever he heard me and Jim try to
argue  it  made him ashamed of the human race. I never said nothing; I was
feeling  pretty  well satisfied. When I have got the best of a person that
way,  it  ain't  my  way to go around crowing about it the way some people
does,  for  I  consider  that if I was in his place I wouldn't wish him to
crow over me. It's better to be generous, that's what I think.Chapter XIII. GOING FOR TOM'S PIPE
BY  AND  BY we left Jim to float around up there in the neighborhood of
the  pyramids, and we clumb down to the hole where you go into the tunnel,
and  went  in with some Arabs and candles, and away in there in the middle
of  the  pyramid we found a room and a big stone box in it where they used
to  keep  that king, just as the man in the Sunday-school said; but he was
gone,  now;  somebody  had  got  him. But I didn't take no interest in the
place, because there could be ghosts there, of course; not fresh ones, but
I don't like no kind.
   So  then  we come out and got some little donkeys and rode a piece, and
then  went  in  a  boat  another  piece, and then more donkeys, and got to
Cairo; and all the way the road was as smooth and beautiful a road as ever
I  see,  and  had  tall  date-pa'ms  on  both  sides,  and  naked children
everywhere,  and  the  men  was  as red as copper, and fine and strong and
handsome. And the city was a curiosity. Such narrow streets-why, they were
just  lanes,  and  crowded with people with turbans, and women with veils,
and  everybody  rigged  out  in  blazing  bright  clothes and all sorts of
colors,  and  you wondered how the camels and the people got by each other
in such narrow little cracks, but they done it-a perfect jam, you see, and
everybody  noisy.  The stores warn't big enough to turn around in, but you
didn't  have  to go in; the storekeeper sat tailor fashion on his counter,
smoking  his snaky long pipe, and had his things where he could reach them
to  sell,  and  he  was just as good as in the street, for the camel-loads
brushed him as they went by.
   Now  and  then  a grand person flew by in a carriage with fancy dressed
men  running  and  yelling in front of it and whacking anybody with a long
rod  that  didn't get out of the way. And by and by along comes the Sultan
riding  horseback at the head of a procession, and fairly took your breath
away  his clothes was so splendid; and everybody fell flat and laid on his
stomach while he went by. I forgot, but a feller helped me to remember. He
was one that had a rod and run in front.
   There  was  churches,  but  they don't know enough to keep Sunday; they
keep  Friday  and  break the Sabbath. You have to take off your shoes when
you  go  in.  There  was  crowds of men and boys in the church, setting in
groups on the stone floor and making no end of noise-getting their lessons
by  heart,  Tom  said,  out of the Koran, which they think is a Bible, and
people  that  knows  better knows enough to not let on. I never see such a
big  church  in  my  life before, and most awful high, it was; it made you
dizzy  to  look up; our village church at home ain't a circumstance to it;
if you was to put it in there, people would think it was a drygoods box.
   What  I  wanted  to  see  was  a  dervish,  because I was interested in
dervishes   on   accounts  of  the  one  that  played  the  trick  on  the
camel-driver.  So  we  found  a lot in a kind of a church, and they called
themselves  Whirling  Dervishes;  and  they  did  whirl,  too. I never see
anything  like it. They had tall sugar-loaf hats on, and linen petticoats;
and  they  spun  and  spun  and  spun,  round and round like tops, and the
petticoats  stood  out  on  a slant, and it was the prettiest thing I ever
see,  and made me drunk to look at it. They was all Moslems, Tom said, and
when  I asked him what a Moslem was, he said it was a person that wasn't a
Presbyterian. So there is plenty of them in Missouri, though I didn't know
it before.
   We didn't see half there was to see in Cairo, because Tom was in such a
sweat  to  hunt  out  places that was celebrated in history. We had a most
tiresome  time to find the granary where Joseph stored up the grain before
the  famine,  and  when we found it it warn't worth much to look at, being
such  an  old tumble-down wreck; but Tom was satisfied, and made more fuss
over  it than I would make if I stuck a nail in my foot. How he ever found
that  place  was  too many for me. We passed as much as forty just like it
before  we come to it, and any of them would 'a' done for me, but none but
just  the  right  one would suit him; I never see anybody so particular as
Tom Sawyer. The minute he struck the right one he reconnized it as easy as
I  would  reconnize  my  other  shirt  if I had one, but how he done it he
couldn't any more tell than he could fly; he said so himself.
   Then  we  hunted  a  long  time  for the house where the boy lived that
learned  the  cadi how to try the case of the old olives and the new ones,
and  said  it  was out of the Arabian Nights, and he would tell me and Jim
about  it when he got time. Well, we hunted and hunted till I was ready to
drop,  and  I  wanted Tom to give it up and come next day and git somebody
that  knowed  the  town and could talk Missourian and could go straight to
the  place;  but  no, he wanted to find it himself, and nothing else would
answer. So on we went. Then at last the remarkablest thing happened I ever
see.  The  house  was gone-gone hundreds of years ago-every last rag of it
gone  but  just  one  mud brick. Now a person wouldn't ever believe that a
backwoods  Missouri boy that hadn't ever been in that town before could go
and  hunt  that  place over and find that brick, but Tom Sawyer done it. I
know  he done it, because I see him do it. I was right by his very side at
the time, and see him see the brick and see him reconnize it. Well, I says
to myself, how DOES he do it? Is it knowledge, or is it instink?
   Now  there's the facts, just as they happened: let everybody explain it
their own way. I've ciphered over it a good deal, and it's my opinion that
some  of it is knowledge but the main bulk of it is instink. The reason is
this: Tom put the brick in his pocket to give to a museum with his name on
it  and  the facts when he went home, and I slipped it out and put another
brick  considerable  like  it  in  its  place,  and  he  didn't  know  the
difference-but  there  was  a  difference,  you  see. I think that settles
it-it's  mostly  instink, not knowledge. Instink tells him where the exact
PLACE is for the brick to be in, and so he reconnizes it by the place it's
in,  not  by  the  look of the brick. If it was knowledge, not instink, he
would  know  the  brick  again  by  the  look  of it the next time he seen
it-which  he  didn't.  So  it  shows  that for all the brag you hear about
knowledge  being  such a wonderful thing, instink is worth forty of it for
real unerringness. Jim says the same.
   When we got back Jim dropped down and took us in, and there was a young
man  there  with  a red skullcap and tassel on and a beautiful silk jacket
and  baggy  trousers  with a shawl around his waist and pistols in it that
could  talk English and wanted to hire to us as guide and take us to Mecca
and  Medina  and  Central Africa and everywheres for a half a dollar a day
and  his  keep,  and we hired him and left, and piled on the power, and by
the  time we was through dinner we was over the place where the Israelites
crossed  the Red Sea when Pharaoh tried to overtake them and was caught by
the  waters.  We  stopped,  then, and had a good look at the place, and it
done Jim good to see it. He said he could see it all, now, just the way it
happened;  he  could see the Israelites walking along between the walls of
water,  and  the Egyptians coming, from away off yonder, hurrying all they
could,  and  see  them  start in as the Israelites went out, and then when
they  was  all in, see the walls tumble together and drown the last man of
them.  Then  we piled on the power again and rushed away and huvvered over
Mount  Sinai, and saw the place where Moses broke the tables of stone, and
where  the children of Israel camped in the plain and worshiped the golden
calf, and it was all just as interesting as could be, and the guide knowed
every place as well as I knowed the village at home.
   But  we  had  an  accident,  now,  and  it  fetched  all the plans to a
standstill.  Tom's old ornery corn-cob pipe had got so old and swelled and
warped  that  she  couldn't  hold together any longer, notwithstanding the
strings  and bandages, but caved in and went to pieces. Tom he didn't know
WHAT to do. The professor's pipe wouldn't answer; it warn't anything but a
mershum,  and  a person that's got used to a cob pipe knows it lays a long
ways  over  all  the  other  pipes in this world, and you can't git him to
smoke  any other. He wouldn't take mine, I couldn't persuade him. So there
he was.
   He  thought  it over, and said we must scour around and see if we could
roust out one in Egypt or Arabia or around in some of these countries, but
the  guide  said  no,  it warn't no use, they didn't have them. So Tom was
pretty  glum  for a little while, then he chirked up and said he'd got the
idea and knowed what to do. He says:
   "I've  got another corn-cob pipe, and it's a prime one, too, and nearly
new. It's laying on the rafter that's right over the kitchen stove at home
in the village. Jim, you and the guide will go and get it, and me and Huck
will camp here on Mount Sinai till you come back."
   "But, Mars Tom, we couldn't ever find de village. I could find de pipe,
'case  I knows de kitchen, but my lan', we can't ever find de village, nur
Sent Louis, nur none o' dem places. We don't know de way, Mars Tom."
   That was a fact, and it stumped Tom for a minute. Then he said:
   "Looky  here, it can be done, sure; and I'll tell you how. You set your
compass  and  sail  west  as  straight as a dart, till you find the United
States.  It  ain't  any trouble, because it's the first land you'll strike
the  other side of the Atlantic. If it's daytime when you strike it, bulge
right  on,  straight west from the upper part of the Florida coast, and in
an  hour and three quarters you'll hit the mouth of the Mississippi-at the
speed that I'm going to send you. You'll be so high up in the air that the
earth  will  be  curved  considerable-sorter like a washbowl turned upside
down-and you'll see a raft of rivers crawling around every which way, long
before  you  get  there,  and you can pick out the Mississippi without any
trouble.  Then  you  can  follow the river north nearly, an hour and three
quarters,  till  you  see  the  Ohio come in; then you want to look sharp,
because  you're  getting  near.  Away  up  to your left you'll see another
thread  coming  in-that's  the  Missouri  and is a little above St. Louis.
You'll  come down low then, so as you can examine the villages as you spin
along.  You'll  pass  about  twenty-five  in the next fifteen minutes, and
you'll  recognize ours when you see it-and if you don't, you can yell down
and ask."
   "Ef  it's  dat easy, Mars Tom, I reckon we kin do it-yassir, I knows we
kin."
   The guide was sure of it, too, and thought that he could learn to stand
his watch in a little while.
   "Jim  can learn you the whole thing in a half an hour," Tom said. "This
balloon's as easy to manage as a canoe."
   Tom  got  out  the chart and marked out the course and measured it, and
says:
   "To  go  back  west is the shortest way, you see. It's only about seven
thousand  miles.  If  you  went east, and so on around, it's over twice as
far."  Then  he says to the guide, "I want you both to watch the tell-tale
all through the watches, and whenever it don't mark three hundred miles an
hour,  you  go  higher  or drop lower till you find a storm-current that's
going  your way. There's a hundred miles an hour in this old thing without
any  wind to help. There's twohundred-mile gales to be found, any time you
want to hunt for them."
   "We'll hunt for them, sir."
   "See  that  you  do. Sometimes you may have to go up a couple of miles,
and  it'll  be  p'ison cold, but most of the time you'll find your storm a
good  deal  lower.  If you can only strike a cyclone-that's the ticket for
you!  You'll  see  by the professor's books that they travel west in these
latitudes; and they travel low, too."
   Then he ciphered on the time, and says-
   "Seven  thousand  miles,  three  hundred miles an hour-you can make the
trip  in  a  day-twenty-four  hours. This is Thursday; you'll be back here
Saturday afternoon. Come, now, hustle out some blankets and food and books
and  things for me and Huck, and you can start right along. There ain't no
occasion  to  fool  around-I  want a smoke, and the quicker you fetch that
pipe the better."
   All  hands  jumped  for the things, and in eight minutes our things was
out and the balloon was ready for America. So we shook hands good-bye, and
Tom gave his last orders:
   "It's 1O minutes to 2 P.M. now, Mount Sinai time. In 24 hours you'll be
home,  and it'll be 6 to-morrow morning, village time. When you strike the
village,  land  a little back of the top of the hill, in the woods, out of
sight;   then  you  rush  down,  Jim,  and  shove  these  letters  in  the
post-office,  and  if you see anybody stirring, pull your slouch down over
your  face so they won't know you. Then you go and slip in the back way to
the  kitchen  and git the pipe, and lay this piece of paper on the kitchen
table,  and  put  something  on  it to hold it, and then slide out and git
away, and don't let Aunt Polly catch a sight of you, nor nobody else. Then
you  jump for the balloon and shove for Mount Sinai three hundred miles an
hour.  You  won't have lost more than an hour. You'll start back at 7 or 8
A.M.,  village  time,  and  be  here in 24 hours, arriving at 2 or 3 P.M.,
Mount Sinai time."
   Tom he read the piece of paper to us. He had wrote on it:
   "THURSDAY  AFTERNOON.  Tom  Sawyer  the Erronort sends his love to Aunt
Polly  from  Mount Sinai where the Ark was, and so does Huck Finn, and she
will get it to-morrow morning half-past six." *
   [This misplacing of the Ark is probably Huck's error, not Tom's.-M.T.]
   "That'll  make her eyes bulge out and the tears come," he says. Then he
says:
   "Stand by! One-two-three-away you go!"
   And away she DID go! Why, she seemed to whiz out of sight in a second.
   Then  we  found  a most comfortable cave that looked out over the whole
big plain, and there we camped to wait for the pipe.
   The balloon come hack all right, and brung the pipe; but Aunt Polly had
catched  Jim  when he was getting it, and anybody can guess what happened:
she sent for Tom. So Jim he says:
   "Mars Tom, she's out on de porch wid her eye sot on de sky a-layin' for
you,  en  she  say she ain't gwyne to budge from dah tell she gits hold of
you. Dey's gwyne to be trouble, Mars Tom, 'deed dey is."
   So then we shoved for home, and not feeling very gay, neither.
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