The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

You don't know me, unless you've read Tom Sawyer, and that doesn't matter.That book is Mark?Most of what Twain wrote was true.While some are exaggerated, most are true.It's nothing.I've never met anyone who never lied once, with the exception of Aunt Polly, and probably the widow, and perhaps Mary.Aunt Polly--Tom's Aunt Polly--and Mary and Widow Douglas are all in that book--that book is mostly true; as I said, but there are some exaggerations in it.

By the way, that's how the book ended: Tom and I found the treasure that the pirates hid in the cave, and got rich in no time.We each got 6000 yuan—all in gold coins.It was delightful to see these gold coins piled up in a heap.Later, Judge Thatcher took the money and saved it to make a profit. The two of us could enjoy one gold coin every day for 360 five days a year-I really don't know how to spend it all.Widow Douglas recognized me as her adopted son, and said she wanted to educate me well; but I always felt that life in her house was too hard. The widow was always so well-behaved and dull, and I couldn't stand it, so I ran away.I put on my old rags again and got into my big wooden barrel, feeling at ease and satisfied.But Tom?Sawyer found me and said he was going to get a band of brigands together, and if I got back to the widow's house and behaved, I could join him.So I went back.

The widow sighed at me and called me a lost lamb and kept calling me names, but she didn't mean to hurt me.She put me in new clothes, which made me cringe and sweat like I was in solitary confinement.This is great, the old days have begun as usual.When the widow rings the bell when the meal is served, you have to come to the table immediately and sit down in your seat. You can't eat right away, you have to wait for the widow to lower her head and grumble and complain about the food for a while. In fact, this has nothing to do with the food. irrelevant.That is to say, everything was cooked separately, and it would be much better if they were mixed together to make a pot of chowder, and all kinds of flavors were mixed together, so she didn't have to complain.

When supper was over, she took out the book, and told me about Moses and some rush-box; By the time Moses was dead a long time ago, I don't care about him any more when I hear that, because I'm not interested in dead people.

Soon, I became addicted to smoking, so I asked the widow to allow me to smoke, but she refused.She said that smoking is a bad habit and unhygienic, and I must quit smoking.Some people are like this, and they hate things that they don't understand at all.You see she babbles on and on, but this Moses she's talking about has nothing to do with her, and is of no use to anyone, because he's dead long ago.That's not counting, I want to do something useful, but she is still poor.She took snuff herself, which was all right, of course, because she always did it herself.

Her sister, Miss Watson, a slim old lady with spectacles who had recently moved in with the widow, was holding a spelling-book to make me learn.She taught me laboriously for about an hour before the widow told her to relax.I can't stand it any longer.The next hour was terribly boring, and it made me restless.Miss Watson said, "Don't put your feet up there, Huckleberry," "Don't shrink your head like that, Huckleberry, stand up straight." Then she said, "Don't yawn and stretch like that." Huckleberry, why can't you behave yourself?" Then she told me a lot of bad things about that bad place (Hell here.) and I said I really wanted to go there.She was pissed off, but I didn't mean to hurt her.I just want to go to a certain place, I just want to change my appearance, and I don't mean any particular place.She said that what I said was evil, and she herself would not have said such things.If she wants to live a decent life, she will be able to go to that good place in the future (here refers to heaven.).Well, I don't see any good in where she's going, so I make up my mind not to work on it.I didn't say that, though, because it would get in trouble and not do any good.

When the subject came up, she told me endlessly about the wonderful place.She said that people don't have to do anything else all day long in that place, just roam around with their harp in their hands, play and sing, and it will always be like this.I don't think that's any good, but I don't say so.I asked her Tom?Would Sawyer go there, she said, his prospects were not good.I cheered up when I heard that because I wanted to be with him.

Miss Watson's always finding fault with me, and it's making me very sick.After a while, they got the Negro to say prayers together, and after that they went away to go to bed.I went upstairs to my room with a candle, and put it on the table, and sat myself in a chair by the window, trying to think of something pleasant, but could not.I felt so lonely, and thought it would be better to die.The stars twinkled in the sky, and the leaves rustled in the woods, and it sounded very sad.I heard owls hooting in the distance. Someone must be dead.A nightjar and a dog were also heard barking, and someone must be dying.The wind was blowing gently, as if telling me something, but I didn't understand, I just felt shivering from the cold.

I also heard a ghost screaming in the woods in the distance. This ghost wanted to speak out, but no one understood, so he couldn't find peace in the tomb, so he ran out every night to lament.I felt so alone, so scared, and wished I had company.After a while, a spider climbed up my shoulder, and I flicked it off, and landed right on the candle, and before I could get it away, it was burned and shrunk.I don't need others to tell me that this is an ominous sign, and it will bring me bad luck.I immediately stood up and turned around three times, drawing a cross on my chest every time I turned around, and tied a strand of hair with a thread to scare the monster away.But I'm still not at ease.That's what you'd do to frighten a monster if you picked up a horseshoe and didn't nail it to the door and lost it.But I have never heard that if a spider is killed, this method is used to eliminate disasters.

I sat down again, still shaking, and took out my pipe and smoked, for the widow wouldn't know it was dead silent in the house now.After a long time, I heard the sound of the big bell in the city coming from a distance, clang, clang, clang... After twelve rings, it fell silent again, even more silent than before.Suddenly I heard the sound of a branch snapping in the dark woods—something was thrashing in the tree.I held my breath and listened intently.I could only vaguely hear the sound of "Mi-voo! Mi-voo!".awesome!I said in my heart, and at the same time gave a soft "me-voo, me-voo" twice, then I blew out the candle, climbed out of the window, climbed to the roof of the shed outside, and then jumped lightly onto the ground, cat waist Into the bushes, sure, Tom?Sawyer must be waiting for me.

(End of this chapter)