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THE ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY FINN.
four more showed–up on a hillside. It was a village. I closed in above the shore-light, and laid on my oars and floated. As I went by, I see it was a lantern hanging on the jackstaff of a double-hull ferry-boat. I skimmed around for the watchman, a-wondering whereabouts he slept; and by-and-by I found him roosting on the bitts, forward, with his head down between his
"HELLO, WHAT'S UP?"
knees. I give his shoulder two or three little shoves, and begun to cry.
He stirred up, in a kind of a startlish way; but when he see it was only me, he took a good gap and stretch, and then he says:
"Hello, what's up? Don't ery, bub. What's the trouble?"
I says:
