1 All the town was drifting toward the graveyard.
2 Now the raft was passing before the distant town.
3 They sprang to their feet and hurried to the shore toward the town.
4 I'll take the chances on dropping into this town just once more, for a look.
5 The first of all the negro minstrel shows came to town, and made a sensation.
6 BUT there was no hilarity in the little town that same tranquil Saturday afternoon.
7 Shortly Tom came upon the juvenile pariah of the village, Huckleberry Finn, son of the town drunkard.
8 Bringing water from the town pump had always been hateful work in Tom's eyes, before, but now it did not strike him so.
9 Of course the schoolmaster gave holi-day for that afternoon; the town would have thought strangely of him if he had not.
10 Pap would come back to thish-yer town some day and get his claws on it if I didn't hurry up, and I tell you he'd clean it out pretty quick.
11 Three rows of benches on each side and six rows in front of him were occupied by the dignitaries of the town and by the parents of the pupils.
12 No, sir, you can bet he didn't, becuz he's the wartiest boy in this town; and he wouldn't have a wart on him if he'd knowed how to work spunk-water.
13 They resolved to keep a lookout for that Spaniard when he should come to town spying out for chances to do his revengeful job, and follow him to "Number Two," wherever that might be.
14 Smaller boys than himself flocked at his heels, as proud to be seen with him, and tolerated by him, as if he had been the drummer at the head of a procession or the elephant leading a menagerie into town.
15 Every boy he encountered added another ton to his depression; and when, in desperation, he flew for refuge at last to the bosom of Huckleberry Finn and was received with a Scriptural quotation, his heart broke and he crept home and to bed realizing that he alone of all the town was lost, forever and forever.
16 They had paddled over to the Missouri shore on a log, at dusk on Saturday, landing five or six miles below the village; they had slept in the woods at the edge of the town till nearly daylight, and had then crept through back lanes and alleys and finished their sleep in the gallery of the church among a chaos of invalided benches.
17 Here was a gorgeous triumph; they were missed; they were mourned; hearts were breaking on their account; tears were being shed; accusing memories of unkindness to these poor lost lads were rising up, and unavailing regrets and remorse were being indulged; and best of all, the departed were the talk of the whole town, and the envy of all the boys, as far as this dazzling notoriety was concerned.
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