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most all the time and could spell and read and write just a little, and could say the multiplication
table up to six times seven is thirty-five, and I don’t reckon I could ever get any further than that if
I was to live forever. I don’t take no stock in mathematics, anyway.
At first I hated the school, but by and by I got so I could stand it. Whenever I got uncommon tired
I played hookey, and the hiding I got next day done me good and cheered me up. So the longer I
went to school the easier it got to be. I was getting sort of used to the widow’s ways, too, and they
warn’t so raspy on me. Living in a house and sleeping in a bed pulled on me pretty tight mostly,
but before the cold weather I used to slide out and sleep in the woods sometimes, and so that was a
rest to me. I liked the old ways best, but I was getting so I liked the new ones, too, a little bit. The
widow said I was coming along slow but sure, and doing very satisfactory. She said she warn’t
ashamed of me.
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One morning I happened to turn over the salt-cellar at breakfast. I reached for some of it as quick
as I could to throw over my left shoulder and keep off the bad luck, but Miss Watson was in ahead
of me, and crossed me off. She says, “Take your hands away, Huckleberry; what a mess you are
always making!” The widow put in a good word for me, but that warn’t going to keep off the bad
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off some kinds of bad luck, but this wasn’t one of them kind; so I never tried to do anything, but
just poked along low-spirited and on the watch-out.
I went down to the front garden and clumb over the stile where you go through the high board
fence. There was an inch of new snow on the ground, and I seen somebody’s tracks. They had
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