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Revered by all of the town's children and dreaded by all of its mothers, Huckleberry Finn is indisputably the mostappealing child-hero in American literature.

Unlike the tall-tale, idyllic world of Tom Sawyer, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn is firmly grounded in earlyreality. From the abusive drunkard who serves as Huckleberry's father, to Huck's first tentative grappling with issues ofpersonal liberty and the unknown, Huckleberry Finn endeavors to delve quite a bit deeper into the complexities-bothjoyful and tragic of life.

The adventures of a boy and a runaway slave as they travel down the Mississippi River on a raft.

About The Author

Born Samuel Langhorne Clemens in 1835, Mark Twain is arguably the best-known American author. Most celebratedfor his witty and satirical writing, Twain was also very well-known during his lifetime for his oratory and storytellingskills. Twain passed away on April of 1910.

Biography

Mark Twain was born Samuel Langhorne Clemens on November 30, 1835, in Florida, Missouri; his family moved tothe port town of Hannibal four years later. His father, an unsuccessful farmer, died when Twain was eleven. Soonafterward the boy began working as an apprentice printer, and by age sixteen he was writing newspaper sketches. Heleft Hannibal at eighteen to work as an itinerant printer in New York, Philadelphia, St. Louis, and Cincinnati. From1857 to 1861 he worked on Mississippi steamboats, advancing from cub pilot to licensed pilot.

After river shipping was interrupted by the Civil War, Twain headed west with his brother Orion, who had beenappointed secretary to the Nevada Territory. Settling in Carson City, he tried his luck at prospecting and wrotehumorous pieces for a range of newspapers. Around this time he first began using the pseudonym Mark Twain, derivedfrom a riverboat term. Relocating to San Francisco, he became a regular newspaper correspondent and a contributor tothe literary magazine the Golden Era. He made a five-month journey to Hawaii in 1866 and the following yeartraveled to Europe to report on the first organized tourist cruise. The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras Countyand Other Sketches (1867) consolidated his growing reputation as humorist and lecturer.

After his marriage to Livy Langdon, Twain settled first in Buffalo, New York, and then for two decades in Hartford,Connecticut. His European sketches were expanded into The Innocents Abroad (1869), followed by Roughing It(1872), an account of his Western adventures; both were enormously successful. Twain's literary triumphs were offsetby often ill-advised business dealings (he sank thousands of dollars, for instance, in a failed attempt to develop a newkind of typesetting machine, and thousands more into his own ultimately unsuccessful publishing house) andunrestrained spending that left him in frequent financial difficulty, a pattern that was to persist throughout his life.

Following The Gilded Age (1873), written in collaboration with Charles Dudley Warner, Twain began a literaryexploration of his childhood memories of the Mississippi, resulting in a trio of masterpieces --The Adventures of TomSawyer (1876), Life on the Mississippi (1883), and finally The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1885), on which hehad been working for nearly a decade. Another vein, of historical romance, found expression in The Prince and thePauper (1882), the satirical A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court (1889), and Personal Recollections of Joanof Arc (1896), while he continued to draw on his travel experiences in A Tramp Abroad (1880) and Following theEquator (1897). His close associates in these years included William Dean Howells, Bret Harte, and GeorgeWashington Cable, as well as the dying Ulysses S. Grant, whom Twain encouraged to complete his memoirs,published by Twain's publishing company in 1885.

For most of the 1890s Twain lived in Europe, as his life took a darker turn with the death of his daughter Susy in 1896and the worsening illness of his daughter Jean. The tone of Twain's writing also turned progressively more bitter. TheTragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson (1894), a detective story hinging on the consequences of slavery, was followed bypowerful anti-imperialist and anticolonial statements such as 'To the Person Sitting in Darkness' (1901), 'The WarPrayer' (1905), and 'King Leopold's Soliloquy' (1905), and by the pessimistic sketches collected in the privatelypublished What Is Man? (1906). The unfinished novel The Mysterious Stranger was perhaps the mostuncompromisingly dark of all Twain's later works. In his last years, his financial troubles finally resolved, Twainsettled near Redding, Connecticut, and died in his mansion, Stormfield, on April 21, 1910.

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ReviewsErnest Hemingway

All modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain called Huckleberry Finn. All American writing

comes from that. There was nothing before. There has been nothing as good since.

Children's Literature

What does a young boy do when he witnesses a murder but is terrified the murderer will come after him and kill himif he tells anyone what he saw? This terrible quandary is just one of the trials young Tom Sawyer and his friend

Huckleberry Finn face after they see a man killed. On top of this worry about being attacked by the murderer, Tomhas to deal with a meddlesome aunt, an ornery teacher, and a pretty girl who does not respond to his schoolboyaffection. Quite an adventure for a boy who started his summer trying to get out of having to whitewash a picketfence! Fans of adventure stories, mystery buffs, or readers who enjoyed getting into scrapes with Tom years ago

will enjoy this tale of a mischievous boy and his assorted pranks, trials, and intrigues. The book is funny,interesting, and thought provoking. Readers may be put off by archaic language and slang, but once you get

beyond the printed words, Tom Sawyer is a wonderful book about a loveable boy who could not stay out of trouble.Part of the "Adventure Classics" series. 2005 (orig. 1876), HarperCollins, Ages 8 to 12.

—Caitlyn Payne

Children's Literature - Kathie M. Josephs

What a classic story. The book about Tom Sawyer is in the elite class of novels that will never fade away. Mr. Hallhas taken the original story and condensed it into a graphic novel so that it can be enjoyed by a wider level andrange of readers. Because this book is written in graphic form, it opens the door to reading for ESL students and

reluctant readers, and provides high interest at a lower level. Young adults who want to read anything they can gettheir hands on will also enjoy the graphic format and fast paced text. The author includes a box on most pages thatincludes narration giving extra information to the reader to help with comprehension. Also helpful are the first twopages that introduce the characters by names and pictures. This is definitely an outstanding tool for helping the

reader to follow the story. When Huck and Tom are hunting for a treasure and discussing what each would do withthe money, Tom's friend Huck says he would buy a pie every day. I bet a lot of boys would agree with him.

Included at the end of the book is further information about Tom Sawyer, "Discussion Questions," and "WritingPrompts," other books in the "Graphic Library Series," and step-by-step directions about how to use the Fact

Hound web site. This web site is particularly beneficial because it is set up to allow the user to select the gradelevel of information they want. Every boy should read this story at least once in his life. It is also a wonderful book

for a father to read with a son.

From the Publisher

"For a hundred years, the argument that this novel is has been identified, reidentified, examined, waged andadvanced. What it cannot be is dismissed. It is classic literature, which is to say it heaves, manifests and lasts." â

€”Toni Morrison

"All modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain called Huckleberry Finn. . . . There was nothingbefore. There has been nothing as good since." —Ernest Hemingway

This was one of the most fun books I have ever read. It was very exciting. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn Wasnon stop adventure from start to finish. If you want a book to bring you back to your youth then this is it. I laughed outloud several times. This book is great for any one at any age. I would recommend this book to any one who justswants to have a good time reading. This book will suck you in and make you love it.

This book, quite superior, in my opinion, to 'The Adventures of Tom Sawyer', is definitely one of the best I have readlately. It presents various adventures that Huck has as he goes down the river with Jim, an honorable Black man who

wishes to obtain his freedom. Loaded with humor and criticism, the book is also very readable, and the way Twainmakes each of the characters speak, in a variety of dialects, enrich and give flavor to the book. Huck's practical visionof the world, and his severe moral doubts about how right it was to break the law, the portrayal of the uneducated buthonorable Jim, the weirdness and odd tricks of the 'King' and 'Duke', the diversity of situations that Huck encounterson his journey, and the freshness that the reader can actually feel as he imagines himself going down a river on a raft,lying face up in the night looking at the stars are all elements that really make this book stand out. Quiterecommndable.

Huckleberry Finn. By: Mark Twain ¿A Great Adventure Book¿ This story takes place in the states of Mississippi,Alabama, and Florida. These were three southern states; during the time of slavery. This was around the 1800¿s. Themain characters are Huckleberry Finn, a thirteen year-old boy who goes on an adventure and tries to live alone. Theother main character is Jim, a runaway slave who accompanies Huck on his adventure through the various states of thesouth. The plot of this story is that a young thirteen year-old boy named Huckleberry Finn who¿s father, the towndrunk, is trying to steal his six-thousand dollar treasure and abuses him when he gets drunk. His plan is to escape onenight to an island close to where he lives. Once he gets to this island he discovers he isn¿t alone on his island. Thiswhere he meets Jim, the runaway slave, and lets him come down the river with him on the raft. He then went in totown to withdraw his money and he went into a woman¿s house to find out where the bank was in a girl¿s dress as adisguise and got caught so he told the truth and she let him go. He went back and told Jim what had happened and thatthey needed to go. On the fifth night when they passed St. Louis there was a storm and a steamboat crashed on a rockand Huck wanted to check it out so he decided to pull the raft up to it and take a look. Once on the boat they heardvoices in the dark so Huck decided to check it out, but Jim thought it would be better to get to the raft, and fast. Hucksoon found out that there were men trying to kill someone for some sort of treachery or greed. Then Huck went to findthe raft and it was gone, so they took the criminals boat and got away. Then they went to look for their raft and loadedthe money they found on their boat on the raft and left for land. The next morning Huck went to get berries andencountered two men each with a fat, over-stuffed carpetbag. They cried out,¿ Help, save us! We¿re being chased bymen and dogs for no reason.¿ Huck took them to the raft and they joined them in their adventures. When on the raftthe younger man says he is of royalty and later that day the older of the two admits to royalty also and they get in afight that results in a competition for power on the raft. Soon they forgave each other and things were O.K. again.After their little bout they set off again. Soon upon arrival in a new city the ¿king¿ and his ¿duke¿ made plans for ahuge scam. They immediately rushed out to advertise and preach. They set up for a play called ¿The Royal Nonesuch!¿ It did fit it¿s name, all it was was the king butt nude with stripes on his body pretending to roar. Then to cover upthey told them to not be idiots and to let their friends come and be fooled. The last night they left on the spot and leftthe people with rotten foods. Then after barely escaping their graves they try to hitch a ride on a steamboat and meet achild on the banks waiting they take him and he tells the king what he¿s doing and where he¿s going. The king findshe is going to a funeral. They then decide to go and fake the brothers. When they get there they find the daughter¿shome and go. They say they are her uncles and they are here to pay homage to their dead brother. They get in, unpack,and go to bed. The next morning they go through with the ceremony and a man accuses them of lying and not beinghis brothers. He asks them what kind of tattoo he has on his chest, and before they could answer the real brothers walkup and say they are the real brothers and that their baggage just came before they did. The fake ¿brothers¿ left. ThenHuck goes to the city to find Jim who was gone. Then he goes to Jim¿s plantation and tries to blend in. He meets TomSawyer and his family and they plan to free Jim. Tom thinks up a devious way to spring Jim and they do it on aheavily guarded night and Tom gets shot in the leg, so he calls a doctor and he goes to the island they left to and Huck

Read An ExcerptCHAPTER 1

DISCOVER MOSES AND THE BULRUSHERS

You don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain'tno matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. There was things which hestretched, but mainly he told the truth. That is nothing. I never seen anybody but lied one time or another, without itwas Aunt Polly, or the widow, or maybe Mary. Aunt Polly—Tom's Aunt Polly, she is—and Mary, and the WidowDouglas is all told about in that book, which is mostly a true book, with some stretchers, as I said before.

Now the way that the book winds up is this: Tom and me found the money that the robbers hid in the cave, and itmade us rich. We got six thousand dollars apiece—all gold. It was an awful sight of money when it was piled up.Well, Judge Thatcher he took it and put it out at interest, and it fetched us a dollar a day apiece all the year round—more than a body could tell what to do with. The Widow Douglas she took me for her son, and allowed she wouldsivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow wasin all her ways; and so when I couldn't stand it no longer I lit out. I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again,and was free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer he hunted me up and said he was going to start a band of robbers, and Imight join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable. So I went back.

The widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb, and she called me a lot of other names, too, but shenever meant no harm by it. She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldn't do nothing but sweat and sweat, andfeel all cramped up. Well, then, the old thing commenced again. The widow rung a bell for supper, and you had tocome to time. When you got to the table you couldn't go right to eating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuckdown her head and grumble a little over the victuals, though there warn't really anything the matter with them—thatis, nothing only everything was cooked by itself. In a barrel of odds and ends it is different; things get mixed up, andthe juice kind of swaps around, and the things go better.

After supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the Bulrushers, and I was in a sweat to find out allabout him; but by and by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so then I didn't care nomore about him, because I don't take no stock in dead people.

Pretty soon I wanted to smoke, and asked the widow to let me. But she wouldn't. She said it was a mean practice andwasn't clean, and I must try to not do it any more. That is just the way with some people. They get down on a thingwhen they don't know nothing about it. Here she was a-bothering about Moses, which was no kin to her, and no use toanybody, being gone, you see, yet finding a power of fault with me for doing a thing that had some good in it. And shetook snuff, too; of course that was all right, because she done it herself.

Her sister, Miss Watson, a tolerable slim old maid, with goggles on, had just come to live with her, and took a set atme now with a spelling-book. She worked me middling hard for about an hour, and then the widow made her ease up.I couldn't stood it much longer. Then for an hour it was deadly dull, and I was fidgety. Miss Watson would say, "Don'tput your feet up there, Huckleberry"; and "Don't scrunch up like that, Huckleberry—set up straight"; and pretty soonshe would say, "Don't gap and stretch like that, Huckleberry—why don't you try to behave?" Then she told me allabout the bad place, and I said I wished I was there. She got mad then, but I didn't mean no harm. All I wanted was togo somewheres; all I wanted was a change, I warn't particular. She said it was wicked to say what I said; said shewouldn't say it for the whole world; she was going to live so as to go to the good place. Well, I couldn't see noadvantage in going where she was going, so I made up my mind I wouldn't try for it. But I never said so, because itwould only make trouble, and wouldn't do no good.

Now she had got a start, and she went on and told me all about the good place. She said all a body would have to dothere was to go around all day long with a harp and sing, forever and ever. So I didn't think much of it. But I neversaid so. I asked her if she reckoned Tom Sawyer would go there, and she said not by a considerable sight. I was gladabout that, because I wanted him and me to be together.

Miss Watson she kept pecking at me, and it got tiresome and lonesome. By and by they fetched the niggers in and hadprayers, and then everybody was off to bed. I went up to my room with a piece of candle, and put it on the table. ThenI set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use. I felt so lone-some I

most wished I was dead. The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard anowl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody thatwas going to die; and the wind was trying to whisper something to me, and I couldn't make out what it was, and so itmade the cold shivers run over me. Then away out in the woods I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes whenit wants to tell about something that's on its mind and can't make itself understood, and so can't rest easy in its grave,and has to go about that way every night grieving. I got so downhearted and scared I did wish I had some company.Pretty soon a spider went crawling up my shoulder, and I flipped it off and it lit in the candle; and before I couldbudge it was all shriveled up. I didn't need anybody to tell me that that was an awful bad sign and would fetch mesome bad luck, so I was scared and most shook the clothes off of me. I got up and turned around in my tracks threetimes and crossed my breast every time; and then I tied up a little lock of my hair with a thread to keep witches away.But I hadn't no confidence. You do that when you've lost a horseshoe that you've found, instead of nailing it up overthe door, but I hadn't ever heard anybody say it was any way to keep off bad luck when you'd killed a spider.

I set down again, a-shaking all over, and got out my pipe for a smoke; for the house was all as still as death now, andso the widow wouldn't know. Well, after a long time I heard the clock away off in the town go boom—boom—boom—twelve licks; and all still again—stiller than ever. Pretty soon I heard a twig snap down in the darkamongst the trees—something was a-stirring. I set still and listened. Directly I could just barely hear a "me-yow! me-yow!" down there. That was good! Says I, "me-yow! me-yow!" as soft as I could, and then I put out the light andscrambled out of the window on to the shed. Then I slipped down to the ground and crawled in among the trees, and,sure enough, there was Tom Sawyer waiting for me.

CHAPTER 2

OUR GANG'S DARK OATH

We went tiptoeing along a path amongst the trees back toward the end of the widow's garden, stooping down so as thebranches wouldn't scrape our heads. When we was passing by the kitchen I fell over a root and made a noise. Wescrouched down and laid still. Miss Watson's big nigger, named Jim, was setting in the kitchen door; we could see himpretty clear, because there was a light behind him. He got up and stretched his neck out about a minute, listening. Thenhe says:

"Who dah?"

He listened some more; then he came tiptoeing down and stood right between us; we could 'a' touched him, nearly.Well, likely it was minutes and minutes that there warn't a sound, and we all there so close together. There was a placeon my ankle that got to itching, but I dasn't scratch it; and then my ear begun to itch; and next my back, right betweenmy shoulders. Seemed like I'd die if I couldn't scratch. Well, I've noticed that thing plenty times since. If you are withthe quality, or at a funeral, or trying to go to sleep when you ain't sleepy—if you are anywheres where it won't do foryou to scratch, why you will itch all over in upward of a thousand places. Pretty soon Jim says:

"Say, who is you? Whar is you? Dog my cats ef I didn' hear sumf'n. Well, I know what I's gwyne to do: I's gwyne toset down here and listen tell I hears it ag'in."

So he set down on the ground betwixt me and Tom. He leaned his back up against a tree, and stretched his legs out tillone of them most touched one of mine. My nose begun to itch. It itched till the tears come into my eyes. But I dasn'tscratch. Then it begun to itch on the inside. Next I got to itching underneath. I didn't know how I was going to set still.This miserableness went on as much as six or seven minutes; but it seemed a sight longer than that. I was itching ineleven different places now. I reckoned I couldn't stand it more'n a minute longer, but I set my teeth hard and got readyto try. Just then Jim begun to breathe heavy; next he begun to snore—and then I was pretty soon comfortable again.

Tom he made a sign to me—kind of a little noise with his mouth—and we went creeping away on our hands andknees. When we was ten foot off Tom whispered to me, and wanted to tie Jim to the tree for fun. But I said no; hemight wake and make a disturbance, and then they'd find out I warn't in. Then Tom said he hadn't got candles enough,and he would slip in the kitchen and get some more. I didn't want him to try. I said Jim might wake up and come. ButTom wanted to resk it; so we slid in there and got three candles, and Tom laid five cents on the table for pay. Then we

got out, and I was in a sweat to get away; but nothing would do Tom but he must crawl to where Jim was, on hishands and knees, and play something on him. I waited, and it seemed a good while, everything was so still andlonesome.

As soon as Tom was back we cut along the path, around the garden fence, and by and by fetched up on the steep top ofthe hill the other side of the house. Tom said he slipped Jim's hat off of his head and hung it on a limb right over him,and Jim stirred a little, but he didn't wake. Afterward Jim said the witches bewitched him and put him in a trance, androde him all over the state, and then set him under the trees again, and hung his hat on a limb to show who done it.And next time Jim told it he said they rode him down to New Orleans; and, after that, every time he told it he spread itmore and more, till by and by he said they rode him all over the world, and tired him most to death, and his back wasall over saddle-boils. Jim was monstrous proud about it, and he got so he wouldn't hardly notice the other niggers.Niggers would come miles to hear Jim tell about it, and he was more looked up to than any nigger in that country.Strange niggers would stand with their mouths open and look him all over, same as if he was a wonder. Niggers isalways talking about witches in the dark by the kitchen fire; but whenever one was talking and letting on to know allabout such things, Jim would happen in and say, "Hm! What you know 'bout witches?" and that nigger was corked upand had to take a back seat. Jim always kept that five-center piece round his neck with a string, and said it was acharm the devil give to him with his own hands, and told him he could cure anybody with it and fetch witcheswhenever he wanted to just by saying something to it; but he never told what it was he said to it. Niggers would comefrom all around there and give Jim anything they had, just for a sight of that five-center piece; but they wouldn't touchit, because the devil had had his hands on it. Jim was most ruined for a servant, because he got stuck up on account ofhaving seen the devil and been rode by witches.

Well, when Tom and me got to the edge of the hilltop we looked away down into the village and could see three orfour lights twinkling, where there was sick folks, maybe; and the stars over us was sparkling ever so fine; and down bythe village was the river, a whole mile broad, and awful still and grand. We went down the hill and found Joe Harperand Ben Rogers, and two or three more of the boys, hid in the old tanyard. So we unhitched a skiff and pulled downthe river two mile and a half, to the big scar on the hillside, and went ashore.

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