"It's lovely to live on a raft. We
had the sky, up there all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on
our backs and look up at them.... Once or twice of a night we would
see a steamboat slipping along in the dark, and now and then she would
belch a whole world of sparks up out of her chimbleys, and they would
rain down in the river and look awful pretty; then she would turn a
corner and her lights would wink out and her pow-wow shut off and
leave the river still again; and by-and-by her waves would get to us,
a long time after she was gone, and joggle the raft a bit, and after
that you wouldn't hear nothing for you couldn't tell how long, except
maybe frogs or something."
The Adventures of
Huckleberry Finn, chapter 19 |
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