I’m a little embarrassed to say that I’m just now, at the age of forty, reading Adventures of Huckleberry Finn for the first time in my life. I’m not a complete Twain novice, but I am surprised by how funny I find this novel. This is from chapter eight after Huck has escaped from his pap and is exploring the island where he’s hiding out and discovers that he’s not alone:
I clipped along, and all of a sudden I bounded right on to the ashes of a camp fire that was still smoking.
My heart jumped up amongst my lungs. I never waited for to look further, but uncocked my gun and went sneaking back on my tiptoes as fast as ever I could. Every now and then I stopped a second amongst the thick leaves and listened, but my breath come so hard I couldn’t hear nothing else. I slunk along another piece further, then listened again; and so on, and so on. If I see a stump, I took it for a man; if I trod on a stick and broke it, it made me feel like a person had cut one of my breaths in two and I only got half, and the short half, too. (chapter 8)
Have you read this classic? Do you like it or dislike it?