Приключения Гекльберри Финна

Chapter 32

           Whenwegotthereshesetmedowninasplit-bottomedchair,andsetherselfdownonalittlelowstoolinfrontofme,holdingbothofmyhands,andsays:

           "NowIcanhaveaGOODlookatyou;and,laws-a-me,I’vebeenhungryforitamanyandamanyatime,alltheselongyears,andit’scomeatlast!Webeenexpectingyouacoupleofdaysandmore.Whatkep’you?—boatgetaground?"

           "Yes’m—she—"

           "Don’tsayyes’m—sayAuntSally.Where’dshegetaground?"

           Ididn’trightlyknowwhattosay,becauseIdidn’tknowwhethertheboatwouldbecominguptheriverordown.ButIgoagooddealoninstinct;andmyinstinctsaidshewouldbecomingup—fromdowntowardsOrleans.Thatdidn’thelpmemuch,though;forIdidn’tknowthenamesofbarsdownthatway.IseeI’dgottoinventabar,orforgetthenameoftheonewegotagroundon—or—NowIstruckanidea,andfetcheditout:

           "Itwarn’tthegrounding—thatdidn’tkeepusbackbutalittle.Weblowedoutacylinder-head."

           "Goodgracious!anybodyhurt?"

           "No’m.Killedanigger."

           "Well,it’slucky;becausesometimespeopledogethurt.TwoyearsagolastChristmasyouruncleSilaswascomingupfromNewrleansontheoldLallyRook,andsheblowedoutacylinder-headandcrippledaman.AndIthinkhediedafterwards.HewasaBaptist.YouruncleSilasknowedafamilyinBatonRougethatknowedhispeopleverywell.

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