Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume I, Part 1: 1835-1866 eBook

Albert Bigelow Paine
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 325 pages of information about Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume I, Part 1.

Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume I, Part 1: 1835-1866 eBook

Albert Bigelow Paine
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 325 pages of information about Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume I, Part 1.

Finally one Sunday, while they were digging, it suddenly got loose and started down.  They were not quite ready for it.  Nobody was coming but an old colored man in a cart, so it was going to be wasted.  It was not quite wasted, however.  They had planned for a thrilling result; and there was thrill enough while it lasted.  In the first place, the stone nearly caught Will Bowen when it started.  John Briggs had just that moment quit digging and handed Will the pick.  Will was about to step into the excavation when Sam Clemens, who was already there, leaped out with a yell: 

“Look out, boys, she’s coming!”

She came.  The huge stone kept to the ground at first, then, gathering a wild momentum, it went bounding into the air.  About half-way down the hill it struck a tree several inches through and cut it clean off.  This turned its course a little, and the negro in the cart, who heard the noise, saw it come crashing in his direction and made a wild effort to whip up his horse.  It was also headed toward a cooper-shop across the road.  The boys watched it with growing interest.  It made longer leaps with every bound, and whenever it struck the fragments the dust would fly.  They were certain it would demolish the negro and destroy the cooper-shop.  The shop was empty, it being Sunday, but the rest of the catastrophe would invite close investigation, with results.  They wanted to fly, but they could not move until they saw the rock land.  It was making mighty leaps now, and the terrified negro had managed to get directly in its path.  They stood holding their breath, their mouths open.  Then suddenly they could hardly believe their eyes; the boulder struck a projection a distance above the road, and with a mighty bound sailed clear over the negro and his mule and landed in the soft dirt beyond-only a fragment striking the shop, damaging but not wrecking it.  Half buried in the ground, that boulder lay there for nearly forty years; then it was blasted up for milling purposes.  It was the last rock the boys ever rolled down.  They began to suspect that the sport was not altogether safe.

Sometimes the boys needed money, which was not easy to get in those days.  On one occasion of this sort, Tom Blankenship had the skin of a coon he had captured, which represented the only capital in the crowd.  At Selms’s store on Wild Cat corner the coonskin would bring ten cents, but that was not enough.  They arranged a plan which would make it pay a good deal more than that.  Selins’s window was open, it being summer-time, and his pile of pelts was pretty handy.  Huck—­that is to say, Tom—­went in the front door and sold the skin for ten cents to Selms, who tossed it back on the pile.  Tom came back with the money and after a reasonable period went around to the open window, crawled in, got the coonskin, and sold it to Selms again.  He did this several times that afternoon; then John Pierce, Selins’s clerk, said: 

“Look here, Selms, there is something wrong about this.  That boy has been selling us coonskins all the afternoon.”

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