1 We went about two hundred yards, and then the cave opened up.
2 They get down on a thing when they don't know nothing about it.
3 He got up and stretched his neck out about a minute, listening.
4 I was glad about that, because I wanted him and me to be together.
5 I set down one time back in the woods, and had a long think about it.
6 Now she had got a start, and she went on and told me all about the good place.
7 She worked me middling hard for about an hour, and then the widow made her ease up.
8 Jim was monstrous proud about it, and he got so he wouldn't hardly notice the other niggers.
9 Well, about this time he was found in the river drownded, about twelve mile above town, so people said.
10 Niggers would come miles to hear Jim tell about it, and he was more looked up to than any nigger in that country.
11 YOU don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter.
12 Tom poked about amongst the passages, and pretty soon ducked under a wall where you wouldn't a noticed that there was a hole.
13 Sometimes the widow would take me one side and talk about Providence in a way to make a body's mouth water; but maybe next day Miss Watson would take hold and knock it all down again.
14 Here she was a-bothering about Moses, which was no kin to her, and no use to anybody, being gone, you see, yet finding a power of fault with me for doing a thing that had some good in it.
15 Then away out in the woods I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell about something that's on its mind and can't make itself understood, and so can't rest easy in its grave, and has to go about that way every night grieving.
16 After supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the Bulrushers, and I was in a sweat to find out all about him; but by and by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so then I didn't care no more about him, because I don't take no stock in dead people.
17 The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die; and the wind was trying to whisper something to me, and I couldn't make out what it was, and so it made the cold shivers run over me.
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