tryin' him. Mars Tom, I's willin' to tackle most anything 'at ain't onreasonable, but ef you en Huck fetches a rattlesnake in heah for me to tame, I's gwyde to leave, dat's shore."
"Well, then, let it go, let it go, if you're so bullheaded about it. We can get you some garter-snakes and you can tie some buttons on their tails, and let on they're rattlesnakes, and I reckon that'll have to do."
"I k'n stan' dem, Mars Tom, but blame' 'f I couldn' get
BUTTONS ON THEIR TAILS.
along widout um, I tell you dat. I never knowed b'fo', 't was so much bother and trouble to be a prisoner."
"Well, it always is, when it's done right. You got any rats around here?"
"No, sah, I hain't seed none."
"Well, we'll get you some rats."
"Why, Mars Tom, I doan' want no rats. Dey's de dad-blamedest creturs to 'sturb a body, en rustle roun' over 'im, eu bite his feet, when he's tryin' to sleep, I ever see. No, sah,
