Original Illustrated Version By Mark Twain

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THE SOLEMN OATH.                                                  95
"I'm agreed. It's the best thing. Would you just hold hands and swear that we—
"O, no, that wouldn't do for this. That's good enough for little rubbishy com­mon things—specially with gals, cuz they go back on you anyway, and blab if they get in a huff—but there orter be writing 'bout a big thing like this. And blood.'s
Tom's whole being applauded this idea. It was deep, and dark, and awful; the hour, the circumstances, the surroundings, were in keeping with it. He picked up a clean pine shingle that lay in the moonlight, took a little fragment of " red keel " out of his pocket, got the moon on his work, and painfully scrawled these lines, emphasizing each slow down-stroke by clamping his tongue between his teeth, and letting up the pressure on the up-strokes: