"COME in," says the woman, and I did. She says: "Take a cheer."
I done it. She looked me all over with her little shiny eyes, and says:
"What might your name be?"
"Sarah Williams."
"Where 'bouts1 do you live? In this neighborhood?'
"No'm. In Hookerville, seven mile below. I've walked all the way and I'm all tired out."
"Hungry, too, I reckon. I'll find you something."
"No'm, I ain't hungry. I was so hungry I had to stop two miles below here at a farm; so I ain't hungry no more. It's what makes me so late. My mother's down sick, and out of money and everything, and I come to tell my uncle Abner Moore. He lives at the upper end of the town, she says. I hain't ever been here before. Do you know him?"
"No; but I don't know everybody yet. I haven't lived here quite two weeks. It's a considerable ways to the upper end of the town. You better stay here all night. Take off your bonnet2."
"No," I says; "I'll rest a while, I reckon, and go on. I ain't afeared of the dark."
She said she wouldn't let me go by myself, but her husband would be in by and by, maybe in a hour and a half, and she'd send him along with me. Then she got to talking about her husband, and about her relations up the river, and her relations down the river, and about how much better off they used to was, and how they didn't know but they'd made a mistake coming to our town, instead of letting well alone -- and so on and so on, till I was afeard I had made a mistake coming to her to find out what was going on in the town; but by and by she dropped on to pap and the murder, and then I was pretty willing to let her clatter3 right along. She told about me and Tom Sawyer finding the six thousand dollars (only she got it ten) and all about pap and what a hard lot he was, and what a hard lot I was, and at last she got down to where I was murdered. I says:
"Who done it? We've heard considerable about these goings on down in Hookerville, but we don't know who 'twas that killed Huck Finn."
"Well, I reckon there's a right smart chance of people HERE that'd like to know who killed him. Some think old Finn done it himself."
"No -- is that so?"
"Most everybody thought it at first. He'll never know how nigh he come to getting lynched. But before night they changed around and judged it was done by a runaway4 nigger named Jim."
"Why HE --"
I stopped. I reckoned I better keep still. She run on, and never noticed I had put in at all:
"The nigger run off the very night Huck Finn was killed. So there's a reward out for him -- three hundred dollars. And there's a reward out for old Finn, too -- two hundred dollars. You see, he come to town the morning after the murder, and told about it, and was out with 'em on the ferryboat hunt, and right away after he up and left. Before night they wanted to lynch him, but he was gone, you see. Well, next day they found out the nigger was gone; they found out he hadn't ben seen sence ten o'clock the night the murder was done. So then they put it on him, you see; and while they was full of it, next day, back comes old Finn, and went boo-hooing to Judge Thatcher5 to get money to hunt for the nigger all over Illinois with. The judge gave him some, and that evening he got drunk, and was around till after midnight with a couple of mighty6 hard-looking strangers, and then went off with them. Well, he hain't come back sence, and they ain't looking for him back till this thing blows over a little, for people thinks now that he killed his boy and fixed7 things so folks would think robbers done it, and then he'd get Huck's money without having to bother a long time with a lawsuit8. People do say he warn't any too good to do it. Oh, he's sly, I reckon. If he don't come back for a year he'll be all right. You can't prove anything on him, you know; everything will be quieted down then, and he'll walk in Huck's money as easy as nothing."
"Yes, I reckon so, 'm. I don't see nothing in the way of it. Has everybody guit thinking the nigger done it?"
"Oh, no, not everybody. A good many thinks he done it. But they'll get the nigger pretty soon now, and maybe they can scare it out of him."
"Why, are they after him yet?"
"Well, you're innocent, ain't you! Does three hundred dollars lay around every day for people to pick up? Some folks think the nigger ain't far from here. I'm one of them -- but I hain't talked it around. A few days ago I was talking with an old couple that lives next door in the log shanty9, and they happened to say hardly anybody ever goes to that island over yonder that they call Jackson's Island. Don't anybody live there? says I. No, nobody, says they. I didn't say any more, but I done some thinking. I was pretty near certain I'd seen smoke over there, about the head of the island, a day or two before that, so I says to myself, like as not that nigger's hiding over there; anyway, says I, it's worth the trouble to give the place a hunt. I hain't seen any smoke sence, so I reckon maybe he's gone, if it was him; but husband's going over to see -- him and another man. He was gone up the river; but he got back to-day, and I told him as soon as he got here two hours ago."
I had got so uneasy I couldn't set still. I had to do something with my hands; so I took up a needle off of the table and went to threading it. My hands shook, and I was making a bad job of it. When the woman stopped talking I looked up, and she was looking at me pretty curious and smiling a little. I put down the needle and thread, and let on to be interested -- and I was, too -- and says:
"Three hundred dollars is a power of money. I wish my mother could get it. Is your husband going over there to-night?"
"Oh, yes. He went up-town with the man I was telling you of, to get a boat and see if they could borrow another gun. They'll go over after midnight."
"Couldn't they see better if they was to wait till daytime?"
"Yes. And couldn't the nigger see better, too? After midnight he'll likely be asleep, and they can slip around through the woods and hunt up his camp fire all the better for the dark, if he's got one."
"I didn't think of that."
The woman kept looking at me pretty curious, and I didn't feel a bit comfortable. Pretty soon she says"
"What did you say your name was, honey?"
"M -- Mary Williams."
Somehow it didn't seem to me that I said it was Mary before, so I didn't look up -- seemed to me I said it was Sarah; so I felt sort of cornered, and was afeared maybe I was looking it, too. I wished the woman would say something more; the longer she set still the uneasier I was. But now she says:
"Honey, I thought you said it was Sarah when you first come in?"
"Oh, yes'm, I did. Sarah Mary Williams. Sarah's my first name. Some calls me Sarah, some calls me Mary."
"Oh, that's the way of it?"
"Yes'm."
I was feeling better then, but I wished I was out of there, anyway. I couldn't look up yet.
Well, the woman fell to talking about how hard times was, and how poor they had to live, and how the rats was as free as if they owned the place, and so forth10 and so on, and then I got easy again. She was right about the rats. You'd see one stick his nose out of a hole in the corner every little while. She said she had to have things handy to throw at them when she was alone, or they wouldn't give her no peace. She showed me a bar of lead twisted up into a knot, and said she was a good shot with it generly, but she'd wrenched11 her arm a day or two ago, and didn't know whether she could throw true now. But she watched for a chance, and directly banged away at a rat; but she missed him wide, and said "Ouch!" it hurt her arm so. Then she told me to try for the next one. I wanted to be getting away before the old man got back, but of course I didn't let on. I got the thing, and the first rat that showed his nose I let drive, and if he'd a stayed where he was he'd a been a tolerable sick rat. She said that was first-rate, and she reckoned I would hive the next one. She went and got the lump of lead and fetched it back, and brought along a hank of yarn12 which she wanted me to help her with. I held up my two hands and she put the hank over them, and went on talking about her and her husband's matters. But she broke off to say:
"Keep your eye on the rats. You better have the lead in your lap, handy."
So she dropped the lump into my lap just at that moment, and I clapped my legs together on it and she went on talking. But only about a minute. Then she took off the hank and looked me straight in the face, and very pleasant, and says:
"Come, now, what's your real name?"
"Wh -- what, mum?"
"What's your real name? Is it Bill, or Tom, or Bob? -- or what is it?"
I reckon I shook like a leaf, and I didn't know hardly what to do. But I says:
"Please to don't poke13 fun at a poor girl like me, mum. If I'm in the way here, I'll --"
"No, you won't. Set down and stay where you are. I ain't going to hurt you, and I ain't going to tell on you, nuther. You just tell me your secret, and trust me. I'll keep it; and, what's more, I'll help you. So'll my old man if you want him to. You see, you're a runaway 'prentice, that's all. It ain't anything. There ain't no harm in it. You've been treated bad, and you made up your mind to cut. Bless you, child, I wouldn't tell on you. Tell me all about it now, that's a good boy."
So I said it wouldn't be no use to try to play it any longer, and I would just make a clean breast and tell her everything, but she musn't go back on her promise. Then I told her my father and mother was dead, and the law had bound me out to a mean old farmer in the country thirty mile back from the river, and he treated me so bad I couldn't stand it no longer; he went away to be gone a couple of days, and so I took my chance and stole some of his daughter's old clothes and cleared out, and I had been three nights coming the thirty miles. I traveled nights, and hid daytimes and slept, and the bag of bread and meat I carried from home lasted me all the way, and I had a-plenty. I said I believed my uncle Abner Moore would take care of me, and so that was why I struck out for this town of Goshen.
"Goshen, child? This ain't Goshen. This is St. Petersburg. Goshen's ten mile further up the river. Who told you this was Goshen?"
"Why, a man I met at daybreak this morning, just as I was going to turn into the woods for my regular sleep. He told me when the roads forked I must take the right hand, and five mile would fetch me to Goshen."
"He was drunk, I reckon. He told you just exactly wrong."
"Well,,he did act like he was drunk, but it ain't no matter now. I got to be moving along. I'll fetch Goshen before daylight."
"Hold on a minute. I'll put you up a snack to eat. You might want it."
So she put me up a snack, and says:
"Say, when a cow's laying down, which end of her gets up first? Answer up prompt now -- don't stop to study over it. Which end gets up first?"
"Well, then, a horse?"
"The for'rard end, mum."
"Which side of a tree does the moss15 grow on?"
"North side."
"If fifteen cows is browsing16 on a hillside, how many of them eats with their heads pointed17 the same direction?"
"The whole fifteen, mum."
"Well, I reckon you HAVE lived in the country. I thought maybe you was trying to hocus me again. What's your real name, now?"
"George Peters, mum."
"Well, try to remember it, George. Don't forget and tell me it's Elexander before you go, and then get out by saying it's George Elexander when I catch you. And don't go about women in that old calico. You do a girl tolerable poor, but you might fool men, maybe. Bless you, child, when you set out to thread a needle don't hold the thread still and fetch the needle up to it; hold the needle still and poke the thread at it; that's the way a woman most always does, but a man always does t'other way. And when you throw at a rat or anything, hitch18 yourself up a tiptoe and fetch your hand up over your head as awkward as you can, and miss your rat about six or seven foot. Throw stiff-armed from the shoulder, like there was a pivot19 there for it to turn on, like a girl; not from the wrist and elbow, with your arm out to one side, like a boy. And, mind you, when a girl tries to catch anything in her lap she throws her knees apart; she don't clap them together, the way you did when you catched the lump of lead. Why, I spotted20 you for a boy when you was threading the needle; and I contrived21 the other things just to make certain. Now trot22 along to your uncle, Sarah Mary Williams George Elexander Peters, and if you get into trouble you send word to Mrs. Judith Loftus, which is me, and I'll do what I can to get you out of it. Keep the river road all the way, and next time you tramp take shoes and socks with you. The river road's a rocky one, and your feet'll be in a condition when you get to Goshen, I reckon."
I went up the bank about fifty yards, and then I doubled on my tracks and slipped back to where my canoe was, a good piece below the house. I jumped in, and was off in a hurry. I went up-stream far enough to make the head of the island, and then started across. I took off the sun-bonnet, for I didn't want no blinders on then. When I was about the middle I heard the clock begin to strike, so I stops and listens; the sound come faint over the water but clear -- eleven. When I struck the head of the island I never waited to blow, though I was most winded, but I shoved right into the timber where my old camp used to be, and started a good fire there on a high and dry spot.
Then I jumped in the canoe and dug out for our place, a mile and a half below, as hard as I could go. I landed, and slopped through the timber and up the ridge23 and into the cavern24. There Jim laid, sound asleep on the ground. I roused him out and says:
"Git up and hump yourself, Jim! There ain't a minute to lose. They're after us!"
Jim never asked no questions, he never said a word; but the way he worked for the next half an hour showed about how he was scared. By that time everything we had in the world was on our raft, and she was ready to be shoved out from the willow25 cove26 where she was hid. We put out the camp fire at the cavern the first thing, and didn't show a candle outside after that.
I took the canoe out from the shore a little piece, and took a look; but if there was a boat around I couldn't see it, for stars and shadows ain't good to see by. Then we got out the raft and slipped along down in the shade, past the foot of the island dead still -- never saying a word.
"进来。" 那女人说，我就进去了。她又说："坐吧。" 我坐下。她拿发亮的小眼睛仔细打量着我问道："你叫什么名字？""莎·威廉斯。""你住在什么地方？在这附近吗？""不，太太，我住在胡克韦尔，在下游七英里远的地方。我走了一路，累极了。""我看你也饿了吧。我去给你找点东西吃。""不，太太，我不饿。我本来饿得很，就在离这里两英里的农场上呆了一会儿，所以，我现在不再饿了。这样，我才会耽误到这么晚。我母亲病倒了，没有钱，也没有什么东西，所以我才来告诉阿伯纳·摩尔舅舅。她告诉我他住在这镇子上游那头。过去我从未来过这里。您认得他吗？""不，我还认不全这里的人。我住在这里还不到两个星期。离镇子上游那头还有很长一段路。你最好在这儿住一晚上。摘下你的帽子吧。""不了，"我说，" 我看我还是歇上一阵就继续赶路，我不怕天黑。"她说她不会让我一个人走，她丈夫快回来了，大概一个半小时就能回来，她叫他送我。接着，她就开始讲她的丈夫，说她在河上游住的亲戚，在河下游住的本家，还说他们过去的日子多么好过，还说不知怎么回事，放着好日子不过，偏偏打错主意到我们镇上来--等等。后来我挺担心我找她了解镇上的情况才真是打错了主意，可是慢慢地她就把话头转到了爸和那件杀人案上，接着，我就很乐意叫她一直唠叨下去了。她说到我和汤姆·索亚找到那六千块钱(只是说成了一万)，还说了爸的全部情况，说他多坏多坏，又说我有多坏，到末了，她说到我被人杀这件事。我问："到底是谁干的？我们在胡克维尔那边也听过好多事儿，可是我们不知道到底是谁杀了哈克·芬。""啊，我看就是在这里也有很多人想知道是谁杀了他。有人猜测是老芬自己干的。""不--这不可能吧？""可所有的人开始都这么想。他决不至于想到他都快被人处私刑了。可是没到天黑，人们又改变了想法，料定是一个名叫吉姆的逃跑黑人干的。""怎么他.."我不再问了。我想我最好别吱声。她可以一直说下去，一点儿也没注意我插嘴了。
"那个黑人就在哈克·芬被害的当天晚上出逃的。所以就出了赏钱抓他--三百块钱。也出了抓老芬的赏格--两百块钱。你瞧瞧，他在出了人命案的第二天一早来到镇上，给大家说了，还和他们一块儿坐渡船出去找，可是他露了一面以后马上又跑了。没到天黑，他们想把他给咬死，可是他已没影儿了，你瞧瞧。到了第二天，他们发觉那个黑人跑掉了。他们发现从杀人那天晚上十点起，他就已经不见了。所以，他们就把这件事栽到他头上，你瞧，他们正在忙乎之时，第二天老芬又回来了，呜呜哭着到萨切尔法官家要钱，说要踏遍伊利诺斯州去找那个黑人。法官给了他一些钱，那天晚上他就喝醉了，和两个长得面貌凶恶的陌生人胡乱转到半夜，然后才和他们一起走了。从那以后，他就没回来，他们都没指望他会回来，他非要等这事风声小点儿再说，因为大家认为他杀了他孩子又把现场弄成那样，人们就可能以为是强盗干的，随后他就能拿到哈克的钱而不用费什么周折去打官司了。大家都说他能干得出这种事。噢，我看他挺诡诈。要是他一年不回来的话，他就啥事也没了。你什么也证明不了他，你知道吧，到时候，什么事都会风平浪静，他也就轻轻巧巧地得到哈克的钱了，不费一点力气。""是，我也这么想，太太。我看不出这事儿有啥行不通。是不是每个人都不再认为是那个黑人干的了？""噢，不，不能说每个人。好多人还觉得是他干的。不过他们不久就会抓住那个黑人了，也许他们能逼他招供出来。""怎么，他们还在抓他吗？""是啊，你可真傻！难道说天天都有三百块钱放着让人捡吗？有人认为那个黑人离这里不远。我也这么想--可我不到处说。几天前，我跟住在隔壁木头屋里的一对老夫妇谈起了这件事，他们无意中说几乎还没人上过远处那座岛，他们叫它杰克逊岛。没有人住在那儿吗？我就问。没有，他们说。我就不再多问了，但是我动了脑筋。我几乎可以断定，我看到过那里冒烟，大概在岛头，是一两天前，于是我心里说，就算是那个黑人没躲在那边，不管怎么着，我想也值得麻烦一次去搜查搜查那个地方。我没有再看见冒烟，所以，我估计他也许跑了，那要是他的话；只是，我丈夫打算过去看看--他和另外一个人。他到河上游去了，不过今天回来了，两个小时以前他刚到家，我就跟他说这件事了。"我急得坐不住了。我得用手干点儿什么才行；于是，我捡起桌上的一根针来穿线。我的手打哆嗦，线也穿不好。那女人停止说话时，我抬起头，她正十分好奇地看着我，脸上还有些笑意。我放下针线，装作听得入了神--我也确实很入神--说："三百块可是一大笔钱。我希望我母亲能得到它。您丈夫今晚就过去吗？""对。他和我跟你说的那个人到镇上去了，去弄条船来，看看能不能再借一条枪。他们半夜以后过去。""要是他们能等到天亮，不是看得更明白吗？""是啊，可这样一来那个黑人不也看得更清楚了吗？半夜以后，他或许会睡着，他们就能悄悄穿过树林摸着他的篝火，天越黑越好找，他如果有个篝火的话。""我可没想到这个。"那女人始终很好奇地看着我，我觉得很不舒服。不久她说："你刚才说你叫什么名字啊，亲爱的？""玛--玛丽·威廉斯。"不知怎么回事，好像我刚才说的不是玛丽，所以我不抬头，好像我说的是莎拉，所以我感到窘迫，还担心自己脸上或许会露出来。我多想让那女人再多说些话呀，她在那儿静坐的时间越长，我越觉得不自在。可是，她这时候说道："亲爱的，我记得你刚进屋时说你叫莎拉的呀？""噢，太太，我说的是：莎拉·玛丽·威廉斯。莎拉是前头的名字。有人叫我莎拉，有人叫我玛丽。""噢，是这样的？""是的，太太。"这时，我觉得好些了，可我希望，不管怎样，我要赶快离开那里。我仍不敢抬头。
接着，那女人开始谈到时光过得多艰难，他们生活得多么贫苦，老鼠来回跑得多么自由自在，就跟这房子是它们的，如此等等，等等，这样我又放心了..可是，她只讲了一会儿。后来她拿掉线团儿，直盯着我的脸看，但是脸色很和气，她说："直说了吧--你的真名叫什么？""什--什么呀，太太？""你的真名叫什么？是比尔，汤姆，还是鲍勃？--还是别的什么？"我想我抖得像片风中的树叶，我简直不知道如何是好。可我还是说："请别跟我这个可怜的女孩儿开玩笑吧，太太。要是我在这儿碍事的话，我就..""不，你不碍事。你坐着别动。我不会伤害你，我也不会告发你。你可以放心告诉我你的秘密，你要相信我，我一定替你保密。此外，我还会帮助你。我的老头子也会帮助你，只要你需要他。你瞧，你是个逃跑的学徒--就这么回事儿。这算不了什么。这也没什么害处。人家待你相当不好，你就打定主意开小差。上帝保佑你，孩子，我不会告发你。现在，跟我说实话吧--那才是好孩子。呆会儿，我给你弄点儿吃的带上，你也许会用得着。"于是，她给我带上一份吃的东西，她问道："你说，一头牛卧着，它哪头儿先起来？现在赶快回答，别停下来细琢磨。哪头儿先起来？""后头，太太。""好，那么，一匹马？""前头，太太。""苔藓长在树的哪一边？""北边。""要是15 头牛在一个山坡上吃草，有几只牛把头冲同一边儿？""15 头全冲一边，太太。""好啦，你看你还确实在农村呆过。我还以为你又要欺骗我呢。喂，你的真名叫什么？""乔治·彼得斯，太太。""好吧，记住这个名字，乔治。别把这个名字也给忘了，到你临走的时候，又告诉我你叫亚历山大，等我抓住你的错儿了，你又说是乔治·亚历山大好出门走脱。别再穿这件破旧的印花袍子在女人眼前转悠了。你装女孩子装得很不像，但是，你可能会蒙过男人，也许吧。嗨，你在穿针的时候，我就看出你是个男孩子了。我又想出几个别的问题，只是为了证实一下。现在快跑去找你舅舅吧，莎拉·玛丽·威廉斯·乔治·亚历山大·彼得斯，要是你遇上了麻烦，捎个话儿给朱迪丝·劳特斯太太，那就是我，我会尽力帮你忙的。顺着河边的路，一直往前走，下回步行出门记住穿上鞋袜。河边的路石头多，等你到了地方，你的脚可就有好瞧的了。"我沿河边向上游走了约有50 码，然后立即调头，转身向回跑，窜回我**木舟的地方，那儿离房子有很长一段路。我跳上去，急忙划走。我向上水划，看准了岛头，然后横过河去。我甩掉太阳帽，因为这时我不想遮脸了。当我快划到河中心时，我听到钟开始敲了，因此，我停下来听听；声音隐隐传过水面，但是清清楚楚--11 下。等我靠上岛头，我连气都顾不上喘一口，尽管我也该换口气了，而是直接钻进我过去宿营的树林里，在那儿一块又干燥又高的地方生着一大堆火。
然后我跳进独木舟，急急划向我们的住地，离这里一英里半地，我死命地划。我登上岸，穿过树林，爬上山脊，钻到洞里。吉姆躺着，正在地上呼呼酣睡。我叫醒他说："起来，自己加把劲儿，吉姆！一分钟也不能耽搁。他们追我们来啦！"吉姆一句话没问，一个字没说，不过接下去半小时，从他那股干劲能看出来他被吓成了什么样。半小时后，我们的全部家当都搬上了木排，一切安置就绪，就等着把它从藏着的柳树湾里撑出去了。我们最要紧的是熄灭了洞口那堆篝火，连支蜡烛光都没在外面露出来。
我将独木舟划离岸近一点，四下看看，不过即使附近有一只船我也看不见，因为星光树影带来一片模糊。随后，我们撑出木排，在树影里顺流直下，经过岛尾时寂静无声，两个人都悄声无言。
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