The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn - online book

Complete illustrated version of Mark Twain's classic book.

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I got there it was all still and Sunday­like, and hot and sunshiny—the hands was gone to the fields ; and there was them kind of faint dronings of bugs and flies in the air that makes it seem so lonesome and like every­body's dead and gone ; and if a breeze fans along and quivers the leaves, it makes you feel mournful, because you feel like it's spirits whispering —spirits that's been dead ever so many years—and you always think they're talking about you. As a gen­eral thing it makes a body wish he was dead, too, and done with it all.
Phelps's was one of these little one-horse cotton plantations; and they all look alike. A rail fence round a two-acre yard ; a stile, made out of logs sawed off and up-ended, in steps, like barrels of a different length, to climb over the fence with, and for the women to stand on when they are going to jump onto a horse ; some sickly grass-patches in the big yard, but mostly it was bare and smooth, like an old hat with the nap rubbed off ; big double log house for the white folks—hewed logs, with the chinks stopped up with mud or mortar, and these mud-stripes been whitewashed some time or another ; round-log kitchen, with a big broad, open but roofed passage joining it to the house ; log smoke-house