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The god pursued her, urged, and crown'd his fire.
The son confess'd his father's heavenly race,
And heir'd his mother's swiftness in the chase.
Strong Echecleus, bless'd in all those charms
That pleased a god, succeeded to her arms;
Not conscious of those loves, long hid from fame,
With gifts of price he sought and won the dame;
Her secret offspring to her sire she bare;
Her sire caress'd him with a parent's care.
Pisander follow'd; matchless in his art
To wing the spear,
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one.”
I says:
“What do we want of a moat when we're going to snake him out from under
the cabin?”
But he never heard me. He had forgot me and everything else. He had
his chin in his hand, thinking. Pretty soon he sighs and shakes his
head; then sighs again, and says:
“No, it wouldn't do--there ain't necessity enough for it.”
“For what?” I says.
“Why, to saw Jim's leg off,” he says.
“Good land!” I says; “why, there ain't _no_ necessity for it. And what
would you want to saw his leg off for, anyway?”
“Well, some of the best authorities has done it. They couldn't get the
chain off, so they just cut their hand off and shoved. And a leg would
be better still. But we got to let that go. There ain't necessity
enough in this case; and, besides, Jim's a nigger, and wouldn't
understand the reasons for it, and how it's the custom in Europe; so
we'll let it go. But there's one thing--he can have a rope ladder; we
can tear up our sheets and make him a rope ladder easy enough. And we
can send it to him in a pie; it's mostly done that way. And I've et
worse pies.”
“Why, Tom Sawyer, how you talk,” I says; “Jim ain't got no use for a
rope ladder.”
“He _has_ got use for it. How _you_ talk, you better say; you don't
know nothing about it. He's _got_ to have a rope ladder; they all do.”
“What in the nation can he _do_ with it?”
“_Do_ with it? He can hide it in his bed, can't he?” That's what they
all do; and _he's_ got to, too. Huck, you don't ever seem to want to do
anything that's regular; you want to be starting something fresh all the
time. S'pose he _don't_ do nothing with it? ain't it there in his bed,
for a clew, after he's gone? and don't you reckon they'll want clews?
Of course they will. And you wouldn't leave them any? That would be a
_pretty_ howdy-do, _wouldn't_ it! I never heard of such a thing.”
“Well,” I says, “if it's in the regulations, and he's got to have
it, all right, let him have it; because I don't wish to go back on no
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