Chapter XIV
   When  Tom awoke in the morning, he wondered where he was. He sat up and
rubbed his eyes and looked around. Then he comprehended. It was the cool
gray dawn, and there was a delicious sense of repose and peace in the deep
pervading calm and silence of the woods. Not a leaf stirred; not a sound
obtruded upon great Nature's meditation. Beaded dewdrops stood upon the
leaves and grasses. A white layer of ashes covered the fire, and a thin
blue breath of smoke rose straight into the air. Joe and Huck still slept.
Now, far away in the woods a bird called; another answered; presently
the hammering of a woodpecker was heard. Gradually the cool dim gray of
the morning whitened, and as gradually sounds multiplied and life
manifested itself. The marvel of Nature shaking off sleep and going to
work unfolded itself to the musing boy. A little green worm came crawling
over a dewy leaf, lifting two-thirds of his body into the air from time to
time and "sniffing around," then proceeding again-for he was measuring,
Tom said; and when the worm approached him, of its own accord, he sat as
still as a stone, with his hopes rising and falling, by turns, as the
creature still came toward him or seemed inclined to go elsewhere; and
when at last it considered a painful moment with its curved body in the
air and then came decisively down upon Tom's leg and began a journey over
him, his whole heart was glad-for that meant that he was going to have a
new suit of clothes-without the shadow of a doubt a gaudy piratical
uniform. Now a procession of ants appeared, from nowhere in particular,
and went about their labors; one struggled manfully by with a dead spider
five times as big as itself in its arms, and lugged it straight up a
tree-trunk. A brown spotted lady-bug climbed the dizzy height of a grass
blade, and Tom bent down close to it and said:

"Lady-bug, lady-bug, fly away home,
your house is on fire, your children's alone,"

and she took wing and went off to see about it-which did not surprise
the boy, for he knew of old that this insect was credulous about
conflagrations, and he had practised upon its simplicity more than once. A
tumblebug came next, heaving sturdily at its ball, and Tom touched the
creature, to see it shut its legs against its body and pretend to be dead.
The birds were fairly rioting by this time. A catbird, the Northern
mocker, lit in a tree over Tom's head, and trilled out her imitations of
her neighbors in a rapture of enjoyment; then a shrill jay swept down, a
flash of blue flame, and stopped on a twig almost within the boy's reach,
cocked his head to one side and eyed the strangers with a consuming
curiosity; a gray squirrel and a big fellow of the "fox" kind came
skurrying along, sitting up at intervals to inspect and chatter at the
boys, for the wild things had probably never seen a human being before and
scarcely knew whether to be afraid or not. All Nature was wide awake and
stirring, now; long lances of sunlight pierced down through the dense
foliage far and near, and a few butterflies came fluttering upon the
Tom stirred up the other pirates and they all clattered away with a
shout, and in a minute or two were stripped and chasing after and tumbling
over each other in the shallow limpid water of the white sandbar. They
felt no longing for the little village sleeping in the distance beyond the
majestic waste of water. A vagrant current or a slight rise in the river
had carried off their raft, but this only gratified them, since its going
was something like burning the bridge between them and civilization.
They came back to camp wonderfully refreshed, glad-hearted, and
ravenous; and they soon had the camp-fire blazing up again. Huck found a
spring of clear cold water close by, and the boys made cups of broad oak
or hickory leaves, and felt that water, sweetened with such a wildwood
charm as that, would be a good enough substitute for coffee. While Joe was
slicing bacon for breakfast, Tom and Huck asked him to hold on a minute;
they stepped to a promising nook in the river-bank and threw in their
lines; almost immediately they had reward. Joe had not had time to get
impatient before they were back again with some handsome bass, a couple of
sun-perch and a small catfish-provisions enough for quite a family. They
fried the fish with the bacon, and were astonished; for no fish had ever
seemed so delicious before. They did not know that the quicker a
fresh-water fish is on the fire after he is caught the better he is; and
they reflected little upon what a sauce open-air sleeping, open-air
exercise, bathing, and a large ingredient of hunger make, too.
They lay around in the shade, after breakfast, while Huck had a smoke,
and then went off through the woods on an exploring expedition. They
tramped gayly along, over decaying logs, through tangled underbrush, among
solemn monarchs of the forest, hung from their crowns to the ground with a
drooping regalia of grape-vines. Now and then they came upon snug nooks
carpeted with grass and jeweled with flowers.
They found plenty of things to be delighted with, but nothing to be
astonished at. They discovered that the island was about three miles long
and a quarter of a mile wide, and that the shore it lay closest to was
only separated from it by a narrow channel hardly two hundred yards wide.
They took a swim about every hour, so it was close upon the middle of the
afternoon when they got back to camp. They were too hungry to stop to
fish, but they fared sumptuously upon cold ham, and then threw themselves
down in the shade to talk. But the talk soon began to drag, and then died.
The stillness, the solemnity that brooded in the woods, and the sense of
loneliness, began to tell upon the spirits of the boys. They fell to
thinking. A sort of undefined longing crept upon them. This took dim
shape, presently-it was budding homesickness. Even Finn the Red-Handed was
dreaming of his doorsteps and empty hogsheads. But they were all ashamed
of their weakness, and none was brave enough to speak his thought.
For some time, now, the boys had been dully conscious of a peculiar
sound in the distance, just as one sometimes is of the ticking of a clock
which he takes no distinct note of. But now this mysterious sound became
more pronounced, and forced a recognition. The boys started, glanced at
each other, and then each assumed a listening attitude. There was a long
silence, profound and unbroken; then a deep, sullen boom came floating
down out of the distance.
"What is it!" exclaimed Joe, under his breath.
"I wonder," said Tom in a whisper.
"'Tain't thunder," said Huckleberry, in an awed tone, "becuz thunder-"
"Hark!" said Tom. "Listen-don't talk."
They waited a time that seemed an age, and then the same muffled boom
troubled the solemn hush.
"Let's go and see."
They sprang to their feet and hurried to the shore toward the town.
They parted the bushes on the bank and peered out over the water. The
little steam ferryboat was about a mile below the village, drifting with
the current. Her broad deck seemed crowded with people. There were a great
many skiffs rowing about or floating with the stream in the neighborhood
of the ferryboat, but the boys could not determine what the men in them
were doing. Presently a great jet of white smoke burst from the
ferryboat's side, and as it expanded and rose in a lazy cloud, that same
dull throb of sound was borne to the listeners again.
"I know now!" exclaimed Tom; "somebody's drownded!"
"That's it!" said Huck; "they done that last summer, when Bill Turner
got drownded; they shoot a cannon over the water, and that makes him come
up to the top. Yes, and they take loaves of bread and put quicksilver in
'em and set 'em afloat, and wherever there's anybody that's drownded,
they'll float right there and stop."
"Yes, I've heard about that," said Joe. "I wonder what makes the bread
do that."
"Oh, it ain't the bread, so much," said Tom; "I reckon it's mostly what
they SAY over it before they start it out."
"But they don't say anything over it," said Huck. "I've seen 'em and
they don't."
"Well, that's funny," said Tom. "But maybe they say it to themselves.
Of COURSE they do. Anybody might know that."
The other boys agreed that there was reason in what Tom said, because
an ignorant lump of bread, uninstructed by an incantation, could not be
expected to act very intelligently when set upon an errand of such
"By jings, I wish I was over there, now," said Joe.
"I do too" said Huck "I'd give heaps to know who it is."
The boys still listened and watched. Presently a revealing thought
flashed through Tom's mind, and he exclaimed:
"Boys, I know who's drownded-it's us!"
They felt like heroes in an instant. Here was a gorgeous triumph; they
were missed; they were mourned; hearts were breaking on their account;
tears were being shed; accusing memories of unkindness to these poor lost
lads were rising up, and unavailing regrets and remorse were being
indulged; and best of all, the departed were the talk of the whole town,
and the envy of all the boys, as far as this dazzling notoriety was
concerned. This was fine. It was worth while to be a pirate, after all.
As twilight drew on, the ferryboat went back to her accusTomed business
and the skiffs disappeared. The pirates returned to camp. They were
jubilant with vanity over their new grandeur and the illustrious trouble
they were making. They caught fish, cooked supper and ate it, and then
fell to guessing at what the village was thinking and saying about them;
and the pictures they drew of the public distress on their account were
gratifying to look upon-from their point of view. But when the shadows of
night closed them in, they gradually ceased to talk, and sat gazing into
the fire, with their minds evidently wandering elsewhere. The excitement
was gone, now, and Tom and Joe could not keep back thoughts of certain
persons at home who were not enjoying this fine frolic as much as they
were. Misgivings came; they grew troubled and unhappy; a sigh or two
escaped, unawares. By and by Joe timidly ventured upon a roundabout
"feeler" as to how the others might look upon a return to civilization-not
right now, but-
Tom withered him with derision! Huck, being uncommitted as yet, joined
in with Tom, and the waverer quickly "explained," and was glad to get out
of the scrape with as little taint of chicken-hearted homesickness
clinging to his garments as he could. Mutiny was effectually laid to rest
for the moment.
As the night deepened, Huck began to nod, and presently to snore. Joe
followed next. Tom lay upon his elbow motionless, for some time, watching
the two intently. At last he got up cautiously, on his knees, and went
searching among the grass and the flickering reflections flung by the
camp-fire. He picked up and inspected several large semi-cylinders of the
thin white bark of a sycamore, and finally chose two which seemed to suit
him. Then he knelt by the fire and painfully wrote something upon each of
these with his "red keel"; one he rolled up and put in his jacket pocket,
and the other he put in Joe's hat and removed it to a little distance from
the owner. And he also put into the hat certain schoolboy treasures of
almost inestimable value-among them a lump of chalk, an India-rubber ball,
three fishhooks, and one of that kind of marbles known as a "sure 'nough
crystal." Then he tiptoed his way cautiously among the trees till he felt
that he was out of hearing, and straightway broke into a keen run in the
direction of the sandbar.