Original Illustrated Version By Mark Twain

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0 Tom, I reckon they're all alike. They'll all comb a body. Now you better think 'bout this a while. I tell you you better. What's the name of the gal? "
" It ain't a gal at all—it's a girl."
"It's all the same, I reckon; some says gal, some says girl—both's right, like enough. Anyway, what's her name, Tom? "
"111 tell you some time—not now."
"All right—that'll do. Only if you get married I'll be more lonesomer than ever."
" No you won't. You'll come and live with me. Now stir out of this and we'll go to digging."
They worked and sweated for half an hour. No result. They toiled another half hour. Still no result. Huck said :
" Do they always bury it as deep as this?"
"Sometimes—not always. Not gener­ally. I reckon we haven't got the right place."
So they chose a new spot and began again. The labor dragged a little, but still they made progress. They pegged away in silence for some time. Finally Huck leaned on his shovel, swabbed the
beaded drops from his brow with his
sleeve, and said:
" Where you going to dig next, after we get this one ? "
"I reckon maybe we'll tackle the old tree that's over yonder on Cardiff Hill back of the widow's."
"I reckon that'll be a good one. But won't the widow take it away from us Tom? It's on her land."
"She take it away! Maybe she'd like to try it once. Whoever finds one of these hid treasures, it belongs to him. It don't make any difference whose land it's on."