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THERE comes a time in every rightly-constructed boy's life

when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig

for hidden treasure. This desire suddenly came upon Tom

one day. He sallied out to find Joe Harper, but failed

of success. Next he sought Ben Rogers; he had gone

fishing. Presently he stumbled upon Huck Finn the

Red-Handed. Huck would answer. Tom took him to

a private place and opened the matter to him confi-

dentially. Huck was willing. Huck was always willing

to take a hand in any enterprise that offered enter-

tainment and required no capital, for he had a troub-

lesome superabundance of that sort of time which is

not money. "Where'll we dig?" said Huck.

"Oh, most anywhere."

"Why, is it hid all around?"

"No, indeed it ain't. It's hid in mighty particular

places, Huck -- sometimes on islands, sometimes in rot-

ten chests under the end of a limb of an old dead tree,

just where the shadow falls at midnight; but mostly

under the floor in ha'nted houses."

"Who hides it?"

"Why, robbers, of course -- who'd you reckon? Sun-

day-school sup'rintendents?"

"I don't know. If 'twas mine I wouldn't hide it;

I'd spend it and have a good time."

"So would I. But robbers don't do that way. They

always hide it and leave it there."

"Don't they come after it any more?"

"No, they think they will, but they generally forget

the marks, or else they die. Anyway, it lays there a

long time and gets rusty; and by and by somebody

finds an old yellow paper that tells how to find the

marks -- a paper that's got to be ciphered over about a

week because it's mostly signs and hy'roglyphics."


"Hy'roglyphics -- pictures and things, you know, that

don't seem to mean anything."

"Have you got one of them papers, Tom?"


"Well then, how you going to find the marks?"

"I don't want any marks. They always bury it

under a ha'nted house or on an island, or under a

dead tree that's got one limb sticking out. Well,

we've tried Jackson's Island a little, and we can try

it again some time; and there's the old ha'nted house

up the Still-House branch, and there's lots of dead-

limb trees -- dead loads of 'em."

"Is it under all of them?"

"How you talk! No!"

"Then how you going to know which one to go for?"

"Go for all of 'em!"

"Why, Tom, it'll take all summer."

"Well, what of that? Suppose you find a brass

pot with a hundred dollars in it, all rusty and gray, or

rotten chest full of di'monds. How's that?"

Huck's eyes glowed.

"That's bully. Plenty bully enough for me. Just you gimme

the hundred dollars and I don't want no di'monds."

"All right. But I bet you I ain't going to throw

off on di'monds. Some of 'em's worth twenty dol-

lars apiece -- there ain't any, hardly, but's worth six

bits or a dollar."

"No! Is that so?"

"Cert'nly -- anybody'll tell you so. Hain't you ever

seen one, Huck?"

"Not as I remember."

"Oh, kings have slathers of them."

"Well, I don' know no kings, Tom."

"I reckon you don't. But if you was to go to

Europe you'd see a raft of 'em hopping around."

"Do they hop?"

"Hop? -- your granny! No!"

"Well, what did you say they did, for?"

"Shucks, I only meant you'd SEE 'em -- not hopping,

of course -- what do they want to hop for? -- but I mean

you'd just see 'em -- scattered around, you know, in a

kind of a general way. Like that old humpbacked Richard."

"Richard? What's his other name?"

"He didn't have any other name. Kings don't

have any but a given name."


"But they don't."

"Well, if they like it, Tom, all right; but I don't want

to be a king and have only just a given name, like a

nigger. But say -- where you going to dig first?"

"Well, I don't know. S'pose we tackle that old

dead-limb tree on the hill t'other side of Still-House branch?"

"I'm agreed."

So they got a crippled pick and a shovel, and set

out on their three-mile tramp. They arrived hot and

panting, and threw themselves down in the shade of a

neighboring elm to rest and have a smoke.

"I like this," said Tom.

"So do I."

"Say, Huck, if we find a treasure here, what you

going to do with your share?"

"Well, I'll have pie and a glass of soda every day,

and I'll go to every circus that comes along. I bet I'll

have a gay time."

"Well, ain't you going to save any of it?"

"Save it? What for?"

"Why, so as to have something to live on, by and by."

"Oh, that ain't any use. Pap would come back to

thish-yer town some day and get his claws on it if I

didn't hurry up, and I tell you he'd clean it out pretty

quick. What you going to do with yourn, Tom?"

"I'm going to buy a new drum, and a sure-'nough

sword, and a red necktie and a bull pup, and get married."


"That's it."

"Tom, you -- why, you ain't in your right mind."

"Wait -- you'll see."

"Well, that's the foolishest thing you could do.

Look at pap and my mother. Fight! Why, they used

to fight all the time. I remember, mighty well."

"That ain't anything. The girl I'm going to marry won't fight."

"Tom, I reckon they're all alike. They'll all comb

a body. Now you better think 'bout this awhile. I

tell you you better. What's the name of the gal?"

"It ain't a gal at all -- it's a girl."

"It's all the same, I reckon; some says gal, some

says girl -- both's right, like enough. Anyway, what's

her name, Tom?"

"I'll tell you some time -- not now."

"All right -- that'll do. Only if you get married I'll

be more lonesomer than ever."

"No you won't. You'll come and live with me.

Now stir out of this and we'll go to digging."

They worked and sweated for half an hour. No

result. They toiled another half-hour. Still no result.

Huck said:

"Do they always bury it as deep as this?"

"Sometimes -- not always. Not generally. I reckon

we haven't got the right place."

So they chose a new spot and began again. The

labor dragged a little, but still they made progress.

They pegged away in silence for some time. Finally

Huck leaned on his shovel, swabbed the beaded drops

from his brow with his sleeve, and said:

"Where you going to dig next, after we get this one?"

"I reckon maybe we'll tackle the old tree that's

over yonder on Cardiff Hill back of the widow's."

"I reckon that'll be a good one. But won't the

widow take it away from us, Tom? It's on her land."

"SHE take it away! Maybe she'd like to try it once.

Whoever finds one of these hid treasures, it belongs

to him. It don't make any difference whose land it's on."

That was satisfactory. The work went on. By

and by Huck said:

"Blame it, we must be in the wrong place again.

What do you think?"

"It is mighty curious, Huck. I don't understand it.

Sometimes witches interfere. I reckon maybe that's

what's the trouble now."

"Shucks! Witches ain't got no power in the daytime."

"Well, that's so. I didn't think of that. Oh, I

know what the matter is! What a blamed lot of fools

we are! You got to find out where the shadow of the

limb falls at midnight, and that's where you dig!"

"Then consound it, we've fooled away all this work

for nothing. Now hang it all, we got to come back

in the night. It's an awful long way. Can you get out?"

"I bet I will. We've got to do it to-night, too, be-

cause if somebody sees these holes they'll know in a

minute what's here and they'll go for it."

"Well, I'll come around and maow to-night."

"All right. Let's hide the tools in the bushes."

The boys were there that night, about the appoint-

ed time. They sat in the shadow waiting. It was a

lonely place, and an hour made solemn by old traditions.

Spirits whispered in the rustling leaves, ghosts lurked

in the murky nooks, the deep baying of a hound floated

up out of the distance, an owl answered with his

sepulchral note. The boys were subdued by these

solemnities, and talked little. By and by they judged

that twelve had come; they marked where the shadow

fell, and began to dig. Their hopes commenced to rise.

Their interest grew stronger, and their industry kept

pace with it. The hole deepened and still deepened,

but every time their hearts jumped to hear the pick

strike upon something, they only suffered a new disap-

pointment. It was only a stone or a chunk. At last Tom said:

"It ain't any use, Huck, we're wrong again."

"Well, but we CAN'T be wrong. We spotted the

shadder to a dot."

"I know it, but then there's another thing."

"What's that?".

"Why, we only guessed at the time. Like enough

it was too late or too early."

Huck dropped his shovel.

"That's it," said he. "That's the very trouble.

We got to give this one up. We can't ever tell the

right time, and besides this kind of thing's too awful,

here this time of night with witches and ghosts a-flut-

tering around so. I feel as if something's behind

me all the time; and I'm afeard to turn around,

becuz maybe there's others in front a-waiting for a

chance. I been creeping all over, ever since I got here."

"Well, I've been pretty much so, too, Huck. They

most always put in a dead man when they bury a

treasure under a tree, to look out for it."


"Yes, they do. I've always heard that."

"Tom, I don't like to fool around much where

there's dead people. A body's bound to get into

trouble with 'em, sure."

"I don't like to stir 'em up, either. S'pose this one

here was to stick his skull out and say something!"

"Don't Tom! It's awful."

"Well, it just is. Huck, I don't feel comfortable a bit."

"Say, Tom, let's give this place up, and try somewheres else."

"All right, I reckon we better."

"What'll it be?"

Tom considered awhile; and then said:

"The ha'nted house. That's it!"

"Blame it, I don't like ha'nted houses, Tom. Why,

they're a dern sight worse'n dead people. Dead people

might talk, maybe, but they don't come sliding around

in a shroud, when you ain't noticing, and peep over

your shoulder all of a sudden and grit their teeth, the

way a ghost does. I couldn't stand such a thing as that,

Tom -- nobody could."

"Yes, but, Huck, ghosts don't travel around only

at night. They won't hender us from digging there in

the daytime."

"Well, that's so. But you know mighty well people

don't go about that ha'nted house in the day nor the night."

"Well, that's mostly because they don't like to go

where a man's been murdered, anyway -- but nothing's

ever been seen around that house except in the night --

just some blue lights slipping by the windows -- no

regular ghosts."

"Well, where you see one of them blue lights flicker-

ing around, Tom, you can bet there's a ghost mighty

close behind it. It stands to reason. Becuz you know

that they don't anybody but ghosts use 'em."

"Yes, that's so. But anyway they don't come around

in the daytime, so what's the use of our being afeard?"

"Well, all right. We'll tackle the ha'nted house

if you say so -- but I reckon it's taking chances."

They had started down the hill by this time. There

in the middle of the moonlit valley below them stood

the "ha'nted" house, utterly isolated, its fences gone

long ago, rank weeds smothering the very doorsteps,

the chimney crumbled to ruin, the window-sashes

vacant, a corner of the roof caved in. The boys gazed

awhile, half expecting to see a blue light flit past a

window; then talking in a low tone, as befitted the time

and the circumstances, they struck far off to the right,

to give the haunted house a wide berth, and took their

way homeward through the woods that adorned the

rearward side of Cardiff Hill.



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