The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn Mark Twain (best thriller novels to read txt) đ
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I didnât see no diâmonds, and I told Tom Sawyer so. He said there was loads of them there, anyway; and he said there was A-rabs there, too, and elephants and things. I said, why couldnât we see them, then? He said if I warnât so ignorant, but had read a book called Don Quixote, I would know without asking. He said it was all done by enchantment. He said there was hundreds of soldiers there, and elephants and treasure, and so on, but we had enemies which he called magicians; and they had turned the whole thing into an infant Sunday-school, just out of spite. I said, all right; then the thing for us to do was to go for the magicians. Tom Sawyer said I was a numskull.
âWhy,â said he, âa magician could call up a lot of genies, and they would hash you up like nothing before you could say Jack Robinson. They are as tall as a tree and as big around as a church.â
âWell,â I says, âââpose we got some genies to help usâ âcanât we lick the other crowd then?â
âHow you going to get them?â
âI donât know. How do they get them?â
âWhy, they rub an old tin lamp or an iron ring, and then the genies come tearing in, with the thunder and lightning a-ripping around and the smoke a-rolling, and everything theyâre told to do they up and do it. They donât think nothing of pulling a shot-tower up by the roots, and belting a Sunday-school superintendent over the head with itâ âor any other man.â
âWho makes them tear around so?â
âWhy, whoever rubs the lamp or the ring. They belong to whoever rubs the lamp or the ring, and theyâve got to do whatever he says. If he tells them to build a palace forty miles long out of diâmonds, and fill it full of chewing-gum, or whatever you want, and fetch an emperorâs daughter from China for you to marry, theyâve got to do itâ âand theyâve got to do it before sunup next morning, too. And more: theyâve got to waltz that palace around over the country wherever you want it, you understand.â
âWell,â says I, âI think they are a pack of flatheads for not keeping the palace themselves âstead of fooling them away like that. And whatâs moreâ âif I was one of them I would see a man in Jericho before I would drop my business and come to him for the rubbing of an old tin lamp.â
âHow you talk, Huck Finn. Why, youâd have to come when he rubbed it, whether you wanted to or not.â
âWhat! and I as high as a tree and as big as a church? All right, then; I would come; but I lay Iâd make that man climb the highest tree there was in the country.â
âShucks, it ainât no use to talk to you, Huck Finn. You donât seem to know anything, somehowâ âperfect saphead.â
I thought all this over for two or three days, and then I reckoned I would see if there was anything in it. I got an old tin lamp and an iron ring, and went out in the woods and rubbed and rubbed till I sweat like an Injun, calculating to build a palace and sell it; but it warnât no use, none of the genies come. So then I judged that all that stuff was only just one of Tom Sawyerâs lies. I reckoned he believed in the A-rabs and the elephants, but as for me I think different. It had all the marks of a Sunday-school.
IVWell, three or four months run along, and it was well into the winter now. I had been to school most all the time and could spell and read and write just a little, and could say the multiplication table up to six times seven is thirty-five, and I donât reckon I could ever get any further than that if I was to live forever. I donât take no stock in mathematics, anyway.
At first I hated the school, but by and by I got so I could stand it. Whenever I got uncommon tired I played hookey, and the hiding I got next day done me good and cheered me up. So the longer I went to school the easier it got to be. I was getting sort of used to the widowâs
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