"Adventures of Huckleberry Finn"
by Mark Twain

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     "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 had been sound asleep. Pap was standing over me looking sour and sick, too. He says:

     "What you doin' with this gun?"

     I judged he didn't know nothing about what he had been doing, so I says:

     "Somebody tried to get in, so I was laying for him."

     "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 stand 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 a minute."

     He unlocked the door, and I cleared out up the river-bank. I noticed some pieces of limbs and such things floating down, and a sprinkling of bark; so I knowed the river had begun to rise. I reckoned I would have great times now 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 comes cordwood floating down, and pieces of log rafts--sometimes a dozen logs together; so all you have to do is to catch them and sell them to the wood-yards and the sawmill.

 
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