Tom Sawyer Abroad

Chapter 12

But he says:

"Oh, it ain"t that kind of duty. The kind I mean is a tax. Whenever you strike a frontier--that"s the border of a country, you know--you find a custom-house there, and the gov"ment officers comes and rummages among your things and charges a big tax, which they call a duty because it"s their duty to bust you if they can, and if you don"t pay the duty they"ll hog your sand. They call it confiscating, but that don"t deceive n.o.body, it"s just hogging, and that"s all it is. Now if we try to carry this sand home the way we"re pointed now, we got to climb fences till we git tired--just frontier after frontier--Egypt, Arabia, Hindostan, and so on, and they"ll all whack on a duty, and so you see, easy enough, we CAN"T go THAT road."

"Why, Tom," I says, "we can sail right over their old frontiers; how are THEY going to stop us?"

He looked sorrowful at me, and says, very grave:

"Huck Finn, do you think that would be honest?"

I hate them kind of interruptions. I never said nothing, and he went on:

"Well, we"re shut off the other way, too. If we go back the way we"ve come, there"s the New York custom-house, and that is worse than all of them others put together, on account of the kind of cargo we"ve got."

"Why?"

"Well, they can"t raise Sahara sand in America, of course, and when they can"t raise a thing there, the duty is fourteen hundred thousand per cent. on it if you try to fetch it in from where they do raise it."

"There ain"t no sense in that, Tom Sawyer."

"Who said there WAS? What do you talk to me like that for, Huck Finn?

You wait till I say a thing"s got sense in it before you go to accusing me of saying it."

"All right, consider me crying about it, and sorry. Go on."

Jim says:

"Mars Tom, do dey jam dat duty onto everything we can"t raise in America, en don"t make no "stinction "twix" anything?"

"Yes, that"s what they do."

"Mars Tom, ain"t de blessin" o" de Lord de mos" valuable thing dey is?"

"Yes, it is."

"Don"t de preacher stan" up in de pulpit en call it down on de people?"

"Yes."

"Whah do it come from?"

"From heaven."

"Ya.s.sir! you"s jes" right, "deed you is, honey--it come from heaven, en dat"s a foreign country. NOW, den! do dey put a tax on dat blessin"?"

"No, they don"t."

"Course dey don"t; en so it stan" to reason dat you"s mistaken, Mars Tom. Dey wouldn"t put de tax on po" truck like san", dat everybody ain"t "bleeged to have, en leave it off"n de bes" thing dey is, which n.o.body can"t git along widout."

Tom Sawyer was stumped; he see Jim had got him where he couldn"t budge.

He tried to wiggle out by saying they had FORGOT to put on that tax, but they"d be sure to remember about it, next session of Congress, and then they"d put it on, but that was a poor lame come-off, and he knowed it.

He said there warn"t nothing foreign that warn"t taxed but just that one, and so they couldn"t be consistent without taxing it, and to be consistent was the first law of politics. So he stuck to it that they"d left it out unintentional and would be certain to do their best to fix it before they got caught and laughed at.

But I didn"t feel no more interest in such things, as long as we couldn"t git our sand through, and it made me low-spirited, and Jim the same. Tom he tried to cheer us up by saying he would think up another speculation for us that would be just as good as this one and better, but it didn"t do no good, we didn"t believe there was any as big as this. It was mighty hard; such a little while ago we was so rich, and could "a" bought a country and started a kingdom and been celebrated and happy, and now we was so poor and ornery again, and had our sand left on our hands. The sand was looking so lovely before, just like gold and di"monds, and the feel of it was so soft and so silky and nice, but now I couldn"t bear the sight of it, it made me sick to look at it, and I knowed I wouldn"t ever feel comfortable again till we got shut of it, and I didn"t have it there no more to remind us of what we had been and what we had got degraded down to. The others was feeling the same way about it that I was. I knowed it, because they cheered up so, the minute I says le"s throw this truck overboard.

Well, it was going to be work, you know, and pretty solid work, too; so Tom he divided it up according to fairness and strength. He said me and him would clear out a fifth apiece of the sand, and Jim three-fifths.

Jim he didn"t quite like that arrangement. He says:

"Course I"s de stronges", en I"s willin" to do a share accordin", but by jings you"s kinder pilin" it onto ole Jim, Mars Tom, hain"t you?"

"Well, I didn"t think so, Jim, but you try your hand at fixing it, and let"s see."

So Jim reckoned it wouldn"t be no more than fair if me and Tom done a TENTH apiece. Tom he turned his back to git room and be private, and then he smole a smile that spread around and covered the whole Sahara to the westward, back to the Atlantic edge of it where we come from. Then he turned around again and said it was a good enough arrangement, and we was satisfied if Jim was. Jim said he was.

So then Tom measured off our two-tenths in the bow and left the rest for Jim, and it surprised Jim a good deal to see how much difference there was and what a raging lot of sand his share come to, and said he was powerful glad now that he had spoke up in time and got the first arrangement altered, for he said that even the way it was now, there was more sand than enjoyment in his end of the contract, he believed.

Then we laid into it. It was mighty hot work, and tough; so hot we had to move up into cooler weather or we couldn"t "a" stood it. Me and Tom took turn about, and one worked while t"other rested, but there warn"t n.o.body to spell poor old Jim, and he made all that part of Africa damp, he sweated so. We couldn"t work good, we was so full of laugh, and Jim he kept fretting and wanting to know what tickled us so, and we had to keep making up things to account for it, and they was pretty poor inventions, but they done well enough, Jim didn"t see through them.

At last when we got done we was "most dead, but not with work but with laughing. By and by Jim was "most dead, too, but: it was with work; then we took turns and spelled him, and he was as thankfull as he could be, and would set on the gunnel and swab the sweat, and heave and pant, and say how good we was to a poor old n.i.g.g.e.r, and he wouldn"t ever forgit us. He was always the gratefulest n.i.g.g.e.r I ever see, for any little thing you done for him. He was only n.i.g.g.e.r outside; inside he was as white as you be.

CHAPTER XII. JIM STANDING SIEGE

THE next few meals was pretty sandy, but that don"t make no difference when you are hungry; and when you ain"t it ain"t no satisfaction to eat, anyway, and so a little grit in the meat ain"t no particular drawback, as far as I can see.

Then we struck the east end of the Desert at last, sailing on a northeast course. Away off on the edge of the sand, in a soft pinky light, we see three little sharp roofs like tents, and Tom says:

"It"s the pyramids of Egypt."

It made my heart fairly jump. You see, I had seen a many and a many a picture of them, and heard tell about them a hundred times, and yet to come on them all of a sudden, that way, and find they was REAL, "stead of imaginations, "most knocked the breath out of me with surprise. It"s a curious thing, that the more you hear about a grand and big and bully thing or person, the more it kind of dreamies out, as you may say, and gets to be a big dim wavery figger made out of moonshine and nothing solid to it. It"s just so with George Washington, and the same with them pyramids.

And moreover, besides, the thing they always said about them seemed to me to be stretchers. There was a feller come to the Sunday-school once, and had a picture of them, and made a speech, and said the biggest pyramid covered thirteen acres, and was most five hundred foot high, just a steep mountain, all built out of hunks of stone as big as a bureau, and laid up in perfectly regular layers, like stair-steps.

Thirteen acres, you see, for just one building; it"s a farm. If it hadn"t been in Sunday-school, I would "a" judged it was a lie; and outside I was certain of it. And he said there was a hole in the pyramid, and you could go in there with candles, and go ever so far up a long slanting tunnel, and come to a large room in the stomach of that stone mountain, and there you would find a big stone chest with a king in it, four thousand years old. I said to myself, then, if that ain"t a lie I will eat that king if they will fetch him, for even Methusalem warn"t that old, and n.o.body claims it.

As we come a little nearer we see the yaller sand come to an end in a long straight edge like a blanket, and on to it was joined, edge to edge, a wide country of bright green, with a snaky stripe crooking through it, and Tom said it was the Nile. It made my heart jump again, for the Nile was another thing that wasn"t real to me. Now I can tell you one thing which is dead certain: if you will fool along over three thousand miles of yaller sand, all glimmering with heat so that it makes your eyes water to look at it, and you"ve been a considerable part of a week doing it, the green country will look so like home and heaven to you that it will make your eyes water AGAIN.

It was just so with me, and the same with Jim.

And when Jim got so he could believe it WAS the land of Egypt he was looking at, he wouldn"t enter it standing up, but got down on his knees and took off his hat, because he said it wasn"t fitten" for a humble poor n.i.g.g.e.r to come any other way where such men had been as Moses and Joseph and Pharaoh and the other prophets. He was a Presbyterian, and had a most deep respect for Moses which was a Presbyterian, too, he said. He was all stirred up, and says:

"Hit"s de lan" of Egypt, de lan" of Egypt, en I"s "lowed to look at it wid my own eyes! En dah"s de river dat was turn" to blood, en I"s looking at de very same groun" whah de plagues was, en de lice, en de frogs, en de locus", en de hail, en whah dey marked de door-pos", en de angel o" de Lord come by in de darkness o" de night en slew de fust-born in all de lan" o" Egypt. Ole Jim ain"t worthy to see dis day!"

And then he just broke down and cried, he was so thankful. So between him and Tom there was talk enough, Jim being excited because the land was so full of history--Joseph and his brethren, Moses in the bulrushers, Jacob coming down into Egypt to buy corn, the silver cup in the sack, and all them interesting things; and Tom just as excited too, because the land was so full of history that was in HIS line, about Noureddin, and Bedreddin, and such like monstrous giants, that made Jim"s wool rise, and a raft of other Arabian Nights folks, which the half of them never done the things they let on they done, I don"t believe.

Then we struck a disappointment, for one of them early morning fogs started up, and it warn"t no use to sail over the top of it, because we would go by Egypt, sure, so we judged it was best to set her by compa.s.s straight for the place where the pyramids was gitting blurred and blotted out, and then drop low and skin along pretty close to the ground and keep a sharp lookout. Tom took the h.e.l.lum, I stood by to let go the anchor, and Jim he straddled the bow to dig through the fog with his eyes and watch out for danger ahead. We went along a steady gait, but not very fast, and the fog got solider and solider, so solid that Jim looked dim and ragged and smoky through it. It was awful still, and we talked low and was anxious. Now and then Jim would say:

"Highst her a p"int, Mars Tom, highst her!" and up she would skip, a foot or two, and we would slide right over a flat-roofed mud cabin, with people that had been asleep on it just beginning to turn out and gap and stretch; and once when a feller was clear up on his hind legs so he could gap and stretch better, we took him a blip in the back and knocked him off. By and by, after about an hour, and everything dead still and we a-straining our ears for sounds and holding our breath, the fog thinned a little, very sudden, and Jim sung out in an awful scare:

"Oh, for de lan"s sake, set her back, Mars Tom, here"s de biggest giant outen de "Rabian Nights a-comin" for us!" and he went over backwards in the boat.

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