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M. Twain was born in 1884.Chapter 20.There is aLit2Go edition of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.The adventures of huskyberry was published on June 2, 2021.

Mark Twain."Chapter 20."The adventures of a boy.The edition is called Lit2Go.1884.There is a website.The adventures of huskyberry can be found in chapter 20.June 2, 2021.

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They wanted to know if Jim was a runaway nigger and if we covered up the raft in the daytime instead of running.Says I.

My family lived in Missouri where I was born and they all died off but me and my brother.He told Pa that he would go down and live with Uncle Ben, who had a place on the river below Orleans.Pa had debts and was pretty poor, so when he got there he warned us that there was nothing left but 16 dollars and Jim.It is enough to take us fourteen hundred mile, deck passage and no other way.We thought we would go to Orleans on this piece of a raft because the river had a streak of luck one day.One night, a steamboat ran over the forrard corner of the raft, and we all went under the wheel, but Pa was drunk and I was only four years old.For the next day or two we had a lot of trouble because people were trying to take Jim away from me because they thought he was a nigger.We don't run daytimes anymore; nights are fine with us.

If we want to run in the daytime, leave me alone to cipher out a way.I will come up with a plan that will fix it.We don't want to go by that town in daylight, so we'll let it be.

It was easy to see that it was going to be pretty ugly, as it began to look like rain, heat lightning was hitting low in the sky, and the leaves were starting to shiver.The duke and the king went to see what the beds were like.I had a straw tick that was better than Jim's, which was a cornshuck tick, and they poke into you and hurt, when you roll over the dry shucks.The duke allowed him to take my bed, but the king wouldn't.He says something.

The difference in rank would cause a corn-shuck bed to warn me to sleep on.Your Grace will take the bed.

Jim and I were worried that there was going to be more trouble amongst us, so we were happy when the duke said:

It is my fate to be ground into the mire under the oppression.My once haughty spirit has been broken by mistake.Let me suffer, I can bear it.

It was good and dark when we got away.We were told by the king not to show a light until we got a long way below the town.We came in sight of the little bunch of lights by the town and slid by, about a half a mile out.When we were three-quarters of a mile below we hoisted up our signal lantern and the king told us to stay on watch until the weather got better.I wouldn't have turned in if I'd had a bed, because a storm like that is not seen by a body for a long time.The wind did scream!There would be a glare that lit up the white-caps for a half a mile around and you would see the islands looking dusty through the rain and the trees blowing around in the wind.It's bum!That's a good thing!There was a time when the thunder would go rumbling and grumbling away, and then it would stop.The waves washed me off the raft at times, but I had no clothes on.We didn't have a problem with the lightning, it was glaring and constant, so we could see them plenty soon enough to throw her head this way or that and miss them.

Jim said he would stand the first half of it for me, even though I was sleepy, because he was always good that way.I crawled into the wigwam, but the king and the duke had their legs sprawled around so there was no show for me, so I lay outside.Jim was going to call me when they came up again, but he changed his mind because he thought they warned him not to do any harm.Jim was most killed by it.He was the easiest nigger to laugh at.

The first cabin-light that showed I rousted him out, and we slid the raft into hiding quarters for the day, came after I took the watch and Jim lay down and snored away.

The king and the duke played a game of seven-up for five cents after breakfast.They allowed them to "lay out a campaign," as they called it, after they got tired of it.The duke went into his carpetbag and found a lot of little printed bills.One bill said that the celebrated Dr. de Montalban, of Paris, would give a lecture on the science of phrenology at ten cents admission and furnish charts of character at twenty-five cents.He was the world-famous Shakespearian tragedian, Garrick the Younger, of Drury Lane, London, in one of the bills.He says by and by.

The duke says you must before you are three days older.The sword fight in Richard III will be the first good town we come to.There is a balcony scene in Juliet.How do you feel about that?

I am up to the hub for anything that will pay, Bilgewater, but I have never seen much of it.I was too small to have them at the palace.Do you think you can learn me?

The duke told him that he was used to being Juliet so he could be the king.

If Juliet is such a young gal, duke, my peeled head and my white whiskers is goin' to look odd on her, maybe.

These country jakes will never think of that.Juliet is in a balcony, enjoying the moon before she goes to bed, and she has on her ruffled night cap.The costumes are for the parts.

He said that the curtain-calico suits were meedyevil armor for Richard III.There is a long white cotton nightshirt and a ruffled night cap to match.The king was satisfied, so the duke got out his book and read the parts over in the most splendid spread-eagle way, prancing around and acting at the same time, to show how it had to be done, and then he gave the book to the king.

After dinner the duke said he had an idea about how to run in daylight without being a danger to Jim, so he allowed him to go down to the town and fix that thing.The king allowed him to go and see if he could hit something.Jim told me to go with them in the canoe and get some coffee.

When we got there, the streets were empty and dead.We found a sick nigger in a back yard, and he said everyone that warned of too young or too sick or old was gone to campmeeting, about two mile back in the woods.The king allowed him to work that camp-meeting for all it was worth because he got the directions.

The duke wanted a printing-office.There were no locked doors at the carpenter shop where carpenters and printers went to the meeting.There were pictures of horses and niggers on the walls and it was a dirty place.The duke said he was all right.The king and I lit up for the meeting.

It was a hot day and we got there in about half an hour.There were as many as a thousand people there.The woods were full of teams and wagons and they were feeding out of the wagon-troughs.There were sheds made out of poles and roofed over with branches, where they had lemonade and gingerbread to sell, and piles of watermelons and green corn.

The sheds where the preaching was taking place were bigger and held more people.The benches were made from outside slabs of logs, with holes in the round side to drive sticks into for legs.They did not have any backs.At one end of the sheds, the preachers had high platforms to stand on.Some of the women wore sun-bonnets, some wore linsey-woolsey dresses, and a few wore gingham.Some of the young men and children were barefoot, and some of them didn't have any clothes on.The old women were knitting and the young people were courting.

The preacher's first shed was lined with a hymn.He lined out two lines, everybody sang it, and it was great to hear, there was so many of them and they did it in such a rousing way.The people woke up louder and louder, and began to groan and shout at the end.The preacher began to preach, and began in earnest, as well, weaving first to one side of the platform and then the other, with his arms and his body going all the time.People would shout out, "Glory! Look upon it and live!"The people were groaning and crying and saying amen.

Come to the mourners bench!Come, black with sin!AMEN!Come, sick and sore!AMEN!Come, stop and blind!AMEN!Come, poor and needy, sunk in shame!A-A-men!All that is worn and suffering!Come with a broken spirit!Come with a heart of contriteness!Come in with your dirty rags and sins!The waters that cleanse are free and the door of heaven is open.GLORY, GLORY HALLELUJAH!

And so on.You couldn't tell what the preacher said because of the shouting and crying.When all the mourners had got up there to the front benches in a crowd, they sung and shouted, and flung themselves down on the straw.

The first I knew, the king got going, and you could hear him over everyone; and the preacher begged him to speak to the people, but he did it.He told them he had been a pirate for thirty years in the Indian Ocean and that he was home to take out some fresh men after his crew was decimated in a fight last spring.

He broke into tears and so did everyone.A half a dozen people made a jump to do it, but someone else said, "Let him pass the hat around!"

The king went all through the crowd with his hat covering his eyes and blessing the people and thanking them for being so good to the poor pirates away off there, and every little while the prettiest kind of girls, with the tears running down their cheeks, would up.

He came to count up the money he had collected when we got back to the raft.He found a three-gallon jug of whiskey under a wagon while he was going home through the woods.The king told them to take it all around.He said that if you want to work a camp-meeting with pirates, you should not talk.

The duke thought he had been doing well until the king showed up.He set up and printed two small jobs for farmers in that printing-office and took four dollars.He got in ten dollars worth of advertisements for the paper, which he said he would put in for four dollars if they paid in advance.The price of the paper was two dollars a year, but he took in three subscriptions for half a dollar apiece on condition of them paying him in advance, and he said he had just bought the concern and knocked down the price.He set up a little piece of poetry, which he made, himself, out of his own head, and the name of it was, "Yes, crush, cold world, this breaking heart."He said he did a pretty square day's work for nine dollars and a half.

He showed us another job that he had printed and didn't charge for because it was for us.There was a picture of a nigger with a bundle on a stick over his shoulder and a $200 reward under it.Jim was described to a dot by the reading.He ran away from St. Jacques' plantation, forty miles below New Orleans, last winter, and whoever caught him would have the reward and expenses.

The duke says that they can run in the daytime after to-night.We can tie Jim's hand and foot with a rope and lay him in the wigwam and say we captured him up the river and were too poor to travel on a steamboat, so we got this little raft on credit from our friends.It wouldn't go well with the story of us being so poor to have handcuffs and chains on Jim.It's too much like jewelry.The unities must be preserved, as we say on the boards.

The duke was smart and could run daytimes.We thought we could make enough money that night to get away from the powwow and that the duke's work in the printing office would make a difference in that little town.

We didn't hoist our lantern until we were clear out of sight of it, after we slid by, pretty wide away from the town.

He says, "dat's all right, den."I have one and two kings, but it's enough.Dis one's powerful drunk, en de duke ain't much better.

Jim was trying to get him to speak French so he could hear what it was like, but he said he had been in this country so long, and had so much trouble, he forgot it.