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Adventures of HUCLKEBERRY FINN - Large Print : Tom Sawyer's Comrade by Mark Twain (2018, Trade Paperback)
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PublisherCreateSpace
ISBN-10198604842X
ISBN-139781986048422
eBay Product ID (ePID)22038607249
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Book TitleAdventures of Huclkeberry Finn-Large Print : Tom Sawyer's Comrade
Number of Pages282 Pages
LanguageEnglish
TopicAction & Adventure
Publication Year2018
FeaturesLarge Type
GenreFiction
AuthorMark Twain
FormatTrade Paperback
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Item Height0.6 in
Item Weight22.6 Oz
Item Length9.7 in
Item Width7.4 in
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Intended AudienceTrade
Edition DescriptionLarge Type / large print edition
SynopsisYOU don't know about me without you have read a book by thename of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter. Thatbook was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly.There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth.That is nothing. I never seen anybody but lied one time or another,without it was Aunt Polly, or the widow, or maybe Mary. Aunt Polly-Tom's Aunt Polly, she is-and Mary, and the Widow Douglas is all toldabout in that book, which is mostly a true book, with some stretchers,as I said before.Now the way that the book winds up is this: Tom and me found themoney that the robbers hid in the cave, and it made us rich. We gotsix thousand dollars apiece-all gold. It was an awful sight of moneywhen it was piled up. Well, Judge Thatcher he took it and put it out atinterest, and it fetched us a dollar a day apiece all the year round-more than a body could tell what to do with. The Widow Douglas shetook me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it wasrough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regularand decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn'tstand it no longer I lit out. I got into my old rags and my sugarhogsheadagain, and was free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer hehunted me up and said he was going to start a band of robbers, and Imight join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable. So Iwent back.The widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb, andshe called me a lot of other names, too, but she never meant no harmby it. She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldn't do nothingbut sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up. Well, then, the oldthing commenced again. The widow rung a bell for supper, and youhad to come to time. When you got to the table you couldn't go right toeating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuck down her head andgrumble a little over the victuals, though there warn't really anythingthe matter with them,-that is, nothing only everything was cooked by itself. In a barrel of odds and ends it is different; things get mixed up,and the juice kind of swaps around, and the things go better.After supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses andthe Bulrushers, and I was in a sweat to find out all about him; but byand by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable longtime; so then I didn't care no more about him, because I don't take nostock in dead people.Pretty soon I wanted to smoke, and asked the widow to let me. Butshe wouldn't. She said it was a mean practice and wasn't clean, and Imust try to not do it any more. That is just the way with some people.They get down on a thing when they don't know nothing about it.Here she was a-bothering about Moses, which was no kin to her, andno use to anybody, being gone, you see, yet finding a power of faultwith me for doing a thing that had some good in it. And she tooksnuff, too; of course that was all right, because she done it herself.Her sister, Miss Watson, a tolerable slim old maid, with goggles on,had just come to live with her, and took a set at me now with aspelling-book. She worked me middling hard for about an hour, andthen the widow made her ease up. I couldn't stood it much longer.Then for an hour it was deadly dull, and I was fidgety. Miss Watsonwould say, "Don't put your feet up there, Huckleberry;" and "Don'tscrunch up like that, Huckleberry-set up straight;" and pretty soonshe would say, "Don't gap and stretch like that, Huckleberry-whydon't you try to behave?" Then she told me all about the bad place,and I said I wished I was there. She got mad then, but I didn't meanno harm. All I wanted was to go somewheres; all I wanted was achange, I warn't particular. She said it was wicked to say what I said;said she wouldn't say it for the whole world; she was going to live soas to go to the good place.
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