Original Illustrated Version By Mark Twain

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half past nine, that night, Tom and Sid were sent to bed, as usual. They said their prayers, and Sid was soon asleep. Tom lay awake and waited, in restless impatience. When it seemed to him that it must be nearly daylight, he heard the clock strike ten ! This was despair. He would have tossed and fidgeted, as his nerves de­manded, but he was afraid he might wake Sid. So he lay still, and stared up into the dark. Everything was dis­mally still. By and by, out of the still­ness, little, scarcely preceptible noises began to emphasize themselves. The ticking of the clock began to bring itself into notice. Old beams began to
crack mysteriously. The stairs'creaked faintly. Evidently spirits were abroad.
A measured, muffled snore issued from Aunt Polly's chamber. And now the