Thursday, February 26, 2015

6390. A BAND OF ANGELS

A BAND OF ANGELS
Once I was on the river it was just us, me and
Huck and Jim  -  a half-stupid slave guy and a 
kid, but they each knew more than me a thimble
full. Huck kept saying he 'clumbed' when I figured
he should have said he 'climbed'. But that wasn't
so much important as to know the currents and 
see the river itself as alive  - and these two knew
all that. 'Here comes a regular ripper'  -  Huck 
says that after the riverboat passed us on the 
raft and the big wave that it had pushed 
came right at us. 'A regular ripper.'
 I liked that. 

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