What I want is my nigger or what I want is my watermelon or what I want is my Sunday-school book and if a pick's the handiest thing, that's the thing I'm agoing to dig that nigger or that watermelon or that Sunday-school book out with and I don't give a dead rat what the authorities think about it nuther."
When I start in to steal a nigger, or a watermelon, or a Sunday-school book, I ain't no ways particular how it's done so it's done. "Picks is the thing, moral or no moral and as for me, I don't care shucks for the morality of it, nohow.
"Now you're talking!" I says "your head gets leveler and leveler all the time, Tom Sawyer," I says. It ain't right, and it ain't moral, and I wouldn't like it to get out- but there ain't only just the one way we got to dig him out with the picks, and let on it's case-knives." If we was to put in another night this way, we'd have to knock off for a week to let our hands get well- couldn't touch a case-knife with them sooner." But we can't fool along, we got to rush we ain't got no time to spare. If we was prisoners it would, because then we'd have as many years as we wanted, and no hurry and we wouldn't get but a few minutes to dig, every day, while they was changing watches, and so our hands wouldn't get blistered, and we could keep it up right along, year in and year out, and do it right, and the way it ought to be done. "It ain't no use, Huck, it ain't agoing to work. But he sighed, and pretty soon he stopped digging, and then for a good little while I knowed he was thinking. "This ain't no thirty-seven year job, this is a thirty-eight year job, Tom Sawyer." So we dug and dug, with the caseknives, till most midnight and then we was dog tired, and our hands was blistered, and yet you couldn't see we'd done anything, hardly. Tom said he was right behind Jim's bed now, and we'd dig it under it, and when we got through there couldn't nobody in the cabin ever know there was any hole there, because Jim's counterpin hung down most to the ground, and you'd have to raise it up and look under to see the hole.
We cleared everything out of the way, about four or five foot along the middle of the bottom log. As soon as we reckoned everybody was asleep, that night, we went down the lightning-rod, and shut ourselves up in the lean-to, and got out our pile of fox-fire, and went to work.
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