1 Then I set out a line to catch some fish for breakfast.
2 It was as big a fish as was ever catched in the Mississippi, I reckon.
3 We catched fish and talked, and we took a swim now and then to keep off sleepiness.
4 We took some fish off of the lines and set them again, and begun to get ready for dinner.
5 He had a gun which he had stole, I reckon, and we fished and hunted, and that was what we lived on.
6 It was kind of lazy and jolly, laying off comfortable all day, smoking and fishing, and no books nor study.
7 Don't stand there palavering all day, but out with you and see if there's a fish on the lines for breakfast.
8 A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast.
9 They peddle out such a fish as that by the pound in the market-house there; everybody buys some of him; his meat's as white as snow and makes a good fry.
10 When she'd got pretty well along down towards me, I put out my pipe and went to where I fished out the bread, and laid down behind a log on the bank in a little open place.
11 Every little while he locked me in and went down to the store, three miles, to the ferry, and traded fish and game for whisky, and fetched it home and got drunk and had a good time, and licked me.
12 She kept a-raging right along, running her insurrection all by herself, and everybody else mighty meek and quiet; and at last Uncle Silas, looking kind of foolish, fishes up that spoon out of his pocket.
13 I guessed I wouldn't stay in one place, but just tramp right across the country, mostly night times, and hunt and fish to keep alive, and so get so far away that the old man nor the widow couldn't ever find me any more.