The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn HTML version
RGIT up! What you 'bout?"
I opened my eyes and looked around, trying to make out where I was. It was
after sun-up, and I had been sound asleep. Pap was standing over me looking
sour and sick, too. He says:
"What you doin' with this gun?"
I judged he didn't know nothing about what he had been doing, so I says:
"Somebody tried to get in, so I was laying for him."
"Why didn't you roust me out?"
"Well, I tried to, but I couldn't; I couldn't budge you."
"Well, all right. Don't stand there palavering all day, but out with you and see if
there's a fish on the lines for breakfast. I'll be along in a minute."
He unlocked the door, and I cleared out up the river-bank. I noticed some pieces
of limbs and such things floating down, and a sprinkling of bark; so I knowed the
river had begun to rise. I reckoned I would have great times now if I was over at
the town. The June rise used to be always luck for me; because as soon as that
rise begins here comes cordwood floating down, and pieces of log rafts --
sometimes a dozen logs together; so all you have to do is to catch them and sell
them to the wood-yards and the sawmill.
I went along up the bank with one eye out for pap and t'other one out for what the
rise might fetch along. Well, all at once here comes a canoe; just a beauty, too,