He capered and raced
around ever so friendly, and powerful glad to be free
and have a holiday; but Tom was so cut up he couldn't
take any intrust in him, and said he wished he'd stopped
and thought a minute before he ever started on such a
fool errand. He said old Jeff Hooker would tell every-
body, and we'd never hear the last of it.
So we loafed along home down the back lanes, feel-
ing pretty glum and not talking. When we was pass-
ing the far corner of our tobacker field we heard the
dog set up a long howl in there, and we went to the
place and he was scratching the ground with all his
might, and every now and then canting up his head
sideways and fetching another howl.
It was a long square, the shape of a grave; the rain
had made it sink down and show the shape. The
minute we come and stood there we looked at one
another and never said a word. When the dog had
dug down only a few inches he grabbed something and
pulled it up, and it was an arm and a sleeve. Tom
kind of gasped out, and says:
"Come away, Huck -- it's found."
I just felt awful. We struck for the road and
fetched the first men that come along. They got a
spade at the crib and dug out the body, and you never
see such an excitement. You couldn't make anything
out of the face, but you didn't need to. Everybody
said:
"Poor Jubiter; it's his clothes, to the last rag!"
Some rushed off to spread the news and tell the
justice of the peace and have an inquest, and me and
Tom lit out for the house.
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