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Updated: September 3, 2025
You are probably well acquainted with the common wild fruits such as the raspberry, strawberry, blackberry, blueberry, and huckleberry, but there are varieties of these and all will bear description. =Red Raspberry= The wild berry often has a more delicious flavor and perfume than the cultivated one of the same species.
It ain't that I want to make money, but just to help your friend along; I haven't any greenbacks much in my possession, but, I says, 'if you're willin' to arrange a dicker, whereby I exchange eighteen ounces of nuggets the present market value of Chink Creek gold bein' seventeen dollars and forty cents per ounce for two thousand dollars of your friend's bills, it bein' herein stated and provided that you can pass 'em like you say you can to my satisfaction, why, I'm your little huckleberry, waitin' to get picked.
Hardly had old Huckleberry finished his simple story of his brave act when a voice at the door said: "Ho, old gentleman, I have just heard at the hotel of your splendid work this afternoon and have come to congratulate you." "Come in, Pard Doc, and camp on that blanket thar before ther fire, I is glad to see yer, but I don't need no congratulations, for I hain't done nothing more than I oughter."
What is the matter? Are you sick?" "No, Mrs. Coffin," replied the Reverend John. "No, I'm not sick. I just don't feel hungry, that's all." "Hum! Well, I've usually noticed that when a healthy man don't feel hungry at dinner time, 'specially in the huckleberry season, his healthiness is pretty shaky. What does ail you, Mr. Ellery? Got somethin' on your mind? If you have, I'd heave it overboard.
But in every one of these qualities 'Huckleberry Finn' is superior to 'Gil Blas. Le Sage set the model of the picaresque novel, and Mark Twain followed his example; but the American book is richer than the French deeper, finer, stronger.
After that, he took off through the sagebrush at a lope, too worldly-wise to follow the trail past the store, where someone might rush out and grab him before he could dodge away. He was a wise little pinto Huckleberry. "And now, I suppose I'll have the pleasure of walking home," grumbled Evadna, standing upon the platform and gazing, with much self-pity, after her runaway.
But if ever I get off this time, I lay I'll just WALLER in Sunday-schools!" And Tom began to snuffle a little. "YOU bad!" and Huckleberry began to snuffle too. "Consound it, Tom Sawyer, you're just old pie, 'longside o' what I am. Oh, LORDY, lordy, lordy, I wisht I only had half your chance." Tom choked off and whispered: "Look, Hucky, look! He's got his BACK to us!"
Somebody had taught him that. His face began to change. He began to look friendlier and like himself again, except he looked older and like he knew more. And then he began to talk: "Skeet," he says, "I'm not Tom Sawyer, and I never was; never any more than you was Huckleberry Finn. I know who I am now. Do you?" "No," says I. "Who are you?" "Well, I'll tell you, Skeet I'm Hamlet."
How beautiful and homelike it was! plushy moss for mattresses decked with red corner berries, noble spruce standing guard about us and spreading kindly protecting arms. A few ferns, aspidiums, polypodiums, with dewberry vines, coptis, pyrola, leafless huckleberry bushes, and ledum grow beneath the trees.
The "cut-tail" was everybody's drudge, yet gloried in it, and a boy of Gloucester or Marblehead, who had lived his twelve years without at least one voyage to his credit, was in as sorry a state among his fellow urchins as a "Little Lord Fauntleroy" would be in the company of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. The intimacies of the village streets were continued on the ocean.
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