He
said we mightn't ever get another chance to see one,
and he was going to look his fill at this one if he died
for it. So I looked too, though it give me the fan-
tods to do it. Tom he HAD to talk, but he talked low.
He says:
"Poor Jakey, it's got all its things on, just as he
said he would. NOW you see what we wasn't certain
about -- its hair. It's not long now the way it was:
it's got it cropped close to its head, the way he said he
would. Huck, I never see anything look any more
naturaler than what It does."
"Nor I neither," I says; "I'd recognize it any-
wheres."
"So would I. It looks perfectly solid and genu-
wyne, just the way it done before it died."
So we kept a-gazing. Pretty soon Tom says:
"Huck, there's something mighty curious about this
one, don't you know? IT oughtn't to be going around
in the daytime."
"That's so, Tom -- I never heard the like of it
before."
"No, sir, they don't ever come out only at night --
and then not till after twelve. There's something
wrong about this one, now you mark my words. I
don't believe it's got any right to be around in the
daytime. But don't it look natural! Jake was going
to play deef and dumb here, so the neighbors wouldn't
know his voice. Do you reckon it would do that if we
was to holler at it?"
"Lordy, Tom, don't talk so! If you was to holler
at it I'd die in my tracks."
"Don't you worry, I ain't going to holler at it.
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