Original Illustrated Version By Mark Twain

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194                                                    TOM SAWYER.
only just a given name, like a nigger. But say—where you going to dig first?" "Well, I don't know. S'pose we tackle that old dead-limb tree on the hill
t'other side of Still-House branch ? "
"I'm agreed."
So they got a crippled pick and a shovel, and set out on their three-mile tramp. They arrived hot and panting, and threw them­selves down in the shade of a neighboring elm to rest and have a smoke.
" I like this," said Tom.
"So do I."
" Say, Huck, if we find a treasure here, what you going to do with your share ? "
"Well I'll have pie and a glass of soda every day, and I'll go to every circus that comes along. I bet I'll have a gay time.
"Well ain't you going to save any of it? ' a king, poor fEllow!                     " Save it ? What for ? "
"Why so as to have something to live on, by and by."
"O, that ain't any use. Pap would come back to thish-yer town some day and get his claws on it if I didn't hurry up, and I tell you he'd clean it out pretty quick. What you going to do with yourn, Tom?'
" I'm going to buy a new drum, and a sure-'nough sword, and a red neck-tie and a bull pup, and get married."
"That's it."
" Tom, you—why you ain't in your right mind."
"Wait—you'll see."
"Well that's the foolishest thing you could do. Look at pap and my mother. Fight! Why they used to fight all the time. I remember, mighty well."
"That ain't anything. The girl I'm going to marry won't fight."