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1"Git up! What you 'bout?" I opened my eyes and looked around, trying to make out where I was. It was after sun-up, and I
2had been sound asleep. Pap was standing over me looking sour and sick, too. He says: "What you doin' with this gun?" I
3judged he didn't know nothing about what he had been doing, so I says: "Somebody tried to get in, so I was laying for
4him." "Why didn't you roust me out?" "Well, I tried to, but I couldn't; I couldn't budge you." "Well, all right. Don't
5stand there palavering all day, but out with you and see if there's a fish on the lines for breakfast. I'll be along in
6a minute." He unlocked the door, and I cleared out up the river-bank. I noticed some pieces of limbs and such things
7floating down, and a sprinkling of bark; so I knowed the river had begun to rise. I reckoned I would have great times
8now if I was over at the town. The June rise used to be always luck for me; because as soon as that rise begins here
9comes cordwood floating down, and pieces of log rafts--sometimes a dozen logs together; so all you have to do is to
10catch them and sell them to the wood-yards and the sawmill. I went along up the bank with one eye out for pap and
11t'other one out for what the rise might fetch along. Well, all at once here comes a canoe; just a beauty, too, about
12thirteen or fourteen foot long, riding high like a duck. I shot head-first off of the bank like a frog, clothes and all
13on, and struck out for the canoe. I just expected there'd be somebody laying down in it, because people often done that
14to fool folks, and when a chap had pulled a skiff out most to it they'd raise up and laugh at him. But it warn't so this
15time. It was a drift-canoe sure enough, and I clumb in and paddled her ashore. Thinks I, the old man will be glad when
16he sees this--she's worth ten dollars. But when I got to shore pap wasn't in sight yet, and as I was running her into a
17little creek like a gully, all hung over with vines and willows, I struck another idea: I judged I'd hide her good, and
18then, 'stead of taking to the woods when I run off, I'd go down the river about fifty mile and camp in one place for
19good, and not have such a rough time tramping on foot. It was pretty close to the shanty, and I thought I heard the old
20man coming all the time; but I got her hid; and then I out and looked around a bunch of willows, and there was the old
21man down the path a piece just drawing a bead on a bird with his gun. So he hadn't seen anything. When he got along I
22was hard at it taking up a "trot" line. He abused me a little for being so slow; but I told him I fell in the river, and
23that was what made me so long. I knowed he would see I was wet, and then he would be asking questions. We got five
24catfish off the lines and went home. While we laid off after breakfast to sleep up, both of us being about wore out, I
25got to thinking that if I could fix up some way to keep pap and the widow from trying to follow me, it would be a
26certainer thing than trusting to luck to get far enough off before they missed me; you see, all kinds of things might
27happen. Well, I didn't see no way for a while, but by-and-by pap raised up a minute to drink another barrel of water,
28and he says: "Another time a man comes a-prowling round here you roust me out, you hear? That man warn't here for no
29good. I'd a shot him. Next time you roust me out, you hear?" Then he dropped down and went to sleep again; but what he
30had been saying give me the very idea I wanted. I says to myself, I can fix it now so nobody won't think of following
31me. About twelve o'clock we turned out and went along up the bank. The river was coming up pretty fast, and lots of
32driftwood going by on the rise. By-and-by along comes part of a log raft--nine logs fast together. We went out with the
33skiff and towed it ashore. Then we had dinner. Anybody but pap would a waited and seen the day through, so as to catch
34more stuff; but that warn't pap's style. Nine logs was enough for one time; he must shove right over to town and sell.
35So he locked me in and took the skiff, and started off towing the raft about half-past three. I judged he wouldn't come
36back that night. I waited till I reckoned he had got a good start; then I out with my saw, and went to work on that log
37again. Before he was t'other side of the river I was out of the hole; him and his raft was just a speck on the water
38away off yonder. I took the sack of corn meal and took it to where the canoe was hid, and shoved the vines and branches
39apart and put it in; then I done the same with the side of bacon; then the whisky-jug. I took all the coffee and sugar
40there was, and all the ammunition; I took the wadding; I took the bucket and gourd; I took a dipper and a tin cup, and
41my old saw and two blankets, and the skillet and the coffee-pot. I took fish-lines and matches and other
42things--everything that was worth a cent. I cleaned out the place. I wanted an axe, but there wasn't any, only the one
43out at the woodpile, and I knowed why I was going to leave that. I fetched out the gun, and now I was done. I had wore
44the ground a good deal crawling out of the hole and dragging out so many things. So I fixed that as good as I could from
45the outside by scattering dust on the place, which covered up the smoothness and the sawdust. Then I fixed the piece of
46log back into its place, and put two rocks under it and one against it to hold it there, for it was bent up at that
47place and didn't quite touch ground. If you stood four or five foot away and didn't know it was sawed, you wouldn't
48never notice it; and besides, this was the back of the cabin, and it warn't likely anybody would go fooling around
49there. It was all grass clear to the canoe, so I hadn't left a track. I followed around to see. I stood on the bank and
50looked out over the river. All safe. So I took the gun and went up a piece into the woods, and was hunting around for
51some birds when I see a wild pig; hogs soon went wild in them bottoms after they had got away from the prairie farms. I
52shot this fellow and took him into camp. I took the axe and smashed in the door. I beat it and hacked it considerable
53a-doing it. I fetched the pig in, and took him back nearly to the table and hacked into his throat with the axe, and
54laid him down on the ground to bleed; I say ground because it was ground--hard packed, and no boards. Well, next I took
55an old sack and put a lot of big rocks in it--all I could drag--and I started it from the pig, and dragged it to the
56door and through the woods down to the river and dumped it in, and down it sunk, out of sight. You could easy see that
57something had been dragged over the ground. I did wish Tom Sawyer was there; I knowed he would take an interest in this
58kind of business, and throw in the fancy touches. Nobody could spread himself like Tom Sawyer in such a thing as that.
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