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1There comes a time in every rightly-constructed boy's life when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for
2hidden treasure. This desire suddenly came upon Tom one day. He sallied out to find Joe Harper, but failed of success.
3Next he sought Ben Rogers; he had gone fishing. Presently he stumbled upon Huck Finn the Red-Handed. Huck would answer.
4Tom took him to a private place and opened the matter to him confidentially. Huck was willing. Huck was always willing
5to take a hand in any enterprise that offered entertainment and required no capital, for he had a troublesome
6superabundance of that sort of time which is not money. "Where'll we dig?" said Huck. "Oh, most anywhere." "Why, is it
7hid all around?" "No, indeed it ain't. It's hid in mighty particular places, Huck--sometimes on islands, sometimes in
8rotten chests under the end of a limb of an old dead tree, just where the shadow falls at midnight; but mostly under the
9floor in ha'nted houses." "Who hides it?" "Why, robbers, of course--who'd you reckon? Sunday-school sup'rintendents?" "I
10don't know. If 'twas mine I wouldn't hide it; I'd spend it and have a good time." "So would I. But robbers don't do that
11way. They always hide it and leave it there." "Don't they come after it any more?" "No, they think they will, but they
12generally forget the marks, or else they die. Anyway, it lays there a long time and gets rusty; and by and by somebody
13finds an old yellow paper that tells how to find the marks--a paper that's got to be ciphered over about a week because
14it's mostly signs and hy'roglyphics." "Hyro--which?" "Hy'roglyphics--pictures and things, you know, that don't seem to
15mean anything." "Have you got one of them papers, Tom?" "No." "Well then, how you going to find the marks?" "I don't
16want any marks. They always bury it under a ha'nted house or on an island, or under a dead tree that's got one limb
17sticking out. Well, we've tried Jackson's Island a little, and we can try it again some time; and there's the old
18ha'nted house up the Still-House branch, and there's lots of dead-limb trees--dead loads of 'em." "Is it under all of
19them?" "How you talk! No!" "Then how you going to know which one to go for?" "Go for all of 'em!" "Why, Tom, it'll take
20all summer." "Well, what of that? Suppose you find a brass pot with a hundred dollars in it, all rusty and gray, or
21rotten chest full of di'monds. How's that?" Huck's eyes glowed. "That's bully. Plenty bully enough for me. Just you
22gimme the hundred dollars and I don't want no di'monds." "All right. But I bet you I ain't going to throw off on
23di'monds. Some of 'em's worth twenty dollars apiece--there ain't any, hardly, but's worth six bits or a dollar." "No! Is
24that so?" "Cert'nly--anybody'll tell you so. Hain't you ever seen one, Huck?" "Not as I remember." "Oh, kings have
25slathers of them." "Well, I don' know no kings, Tom." "I reckon you don't. But if you was to go to Europe you'd see a
26raft of 'em hopping around." "Do they hop?" "Hop?--your granny! No!" "Well, what did you say they did, for?" "Shucks, I
27only meant you'd see 'em--not hopping, of course--what do they want to hop for?--but I mean you'd just see
28'em--scattered around, you know, in a kind of a general way. Like that old humpbacked Richard." "Richard? What's his
29other name?" "He didn't have any other name. Kings don't have any but a given name." "No?" "But they don't." "Well, if
30they like it, Tom, all right; but I don't want to be a king and have only just a given name, like a nigger. But
31say--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
32side of Still-House branch?" "I'm agreed." So they got a crippled pick and a shovel, and set out on their three-mile
33tramp. They arrived hot and panting, and threw themselves down in the shade of a neighboring elm to rest and have a
34smoke. "I like this," said Tom. "So do I." "Say, Huck, if we find a treasure here, what you going to do with your
35share?" "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
36have a gay time." "Well, ain't you going to save any of it?" "Save it? What for?" "Why, so as to have something to live
37on, by and by." "Oh, that ain't any use. Pap would come back to thish-yer town some day and get his claws on it if I
38didn'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
39a new drum, and a sure'nough sword, and a red necktie and a bull pup, and get married." "Married!" "That's it." "Tom,
40you--why, you ain't in your right mind." "Wait--you'll see." "Well, that's the foolishest thing you could do. Look at
41pap and my mother. Fight! Why, they used to fight all the time. I remember, mighty well." "That ain't anything. The girl
42I'm going to marry won't fight." "Tom, I reckon they're all alike. They'll all comb a body. Now you better think 'bout
43this awhile. 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
44same, I reckon; some says gal, some says girl--both's right, like enough. Anyway, what's her name, Tom?" "I'll tell you
45some time--not now." "All right--that'll do. Only if you get married I'll be more lonesomer than ever." "No you won't.
46You'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.
47No result. They toiled another halfhour. Still no result. Huck said: "Do they always bury it as deep as this?"
48"Sometimes--not always. Not generally. I reckon we haven't got the right place." So they chose a new spot and began
49again. The labor dragged a little, but still they made progress. They pegged away in silence for some time. Finally Huck
50leaned on his shovel, swabbed the beaded drops from his brow with his sleeve, and said: "Where you going to dig next,
51after we get this one?" "I reckon maybe we'll tackle the old tree that's over yonder on Cardiff Hill back of the
52widow'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
53it 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
54difference whose land it's on." That was satisfactory. The work went on. By and by Huck said: "Blame it, we must be in
55the wrong place again. What do you think?" "It is mighty curious, Huck. I don't understand it. Sometimes witches
56interfere. I reckon maybe that's what's the trouble now." "Shucks! Witches ain't got no power in the daytime." "Well,
57that's so. I didn't think of that. Oh, I know what the matter is! What a blamed lot of fools we are! You got to find out
58where the shadow of the limb falls at midnight, and that's where you dig!" "Then consound it, we've fooled away all this
59work for nothing. Now hang it all, we got to come back in the night. It's an awful long way. Can you get out?" "I bet I
60will. We've got to do it tonight, too, because if somebody sees these holes they'll know in a minute what's here and
61they'll go for it." "Well, I'll come around and maow tonight." "All right. Let's hide the tools in the bushes." The boys
62were there that night, about the appointed time. They sat in the shadow waiting. It was a lonely place, and an hour made
63solemn by old traditions. Spirits whispered in the rustling leaves, ghosts lurked in the murky nooks, the deep baying of
64a hound floated up out of the distance, an owl answered with his sepulchral note. The boys were subdued by these
65solemnities, and talked little. By and by they judged that twelve had come; they marked where the shadow fell, and began
66to dig. Their hopes commenced to rise. Their interest grew stronger, and their industry kept pace with it. The hole
67deepened and still deepened, but every time their hearts jumped to hear the pick strike upon something, they only
68suffered a new disappointment. It was only a stone or a chunk. At last Tom said: "It ain't any use, Huck, we're wrong
69again." "Well, but we can't be wrong. We spotted the shadder to a dot."
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