The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn - online book

Complete illustrated version of Mark Twain's classic book.

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	IN THE FOG.                                                  117 you could float by in ten minutes. It had the big timber of a regular island ; it might be five or six mile long and more than a half a mile wide. I kept quiet, with my ears cocked, about fifteen minutes, I reckon. I was floating along, of course, four or five mile an hour ; but you don't ever think of that. No, you feel like you are laying dead still on the water; and if a little glimpse of a snag slips by, you don't think to yourself how fast you're going, but you catch your breath and think, my! how that snag's tearing along. If you
	think it ain't dismal and lonesome out in a fog that way, by yourself, in the night, you try it once—you'll see. Next, for about a half an hour, I whoops now and then; at last I hears the answer a long ways off, and tries to follow it, but I couldn't do it, and directly I judged I'd got into a nest of tow-heads, for I had little dim glimpses of them on both sides of me, sometimes just a narrow channel between; and some that I couldn't see, I knowed was there, because I'd hear the wash of the current against the old dead brush and trash that hung over the banks. Well, I warn't long losing the whoops, down amongst the tow-heads ; and I only tried to chase them