What? What was it?
Liquor! and the place has been shut up. Lie down, child what a turn you
did give me!
Only tell me just one thing only just one please! Was it Tom Sawyer
that found it?
The widow burst into tears. Hush, hush, child, hush! I ve told you
before, you must _not_ talk. You are very, very sick!
Then nothing but liquor had been found; there would have been a great
powwow if it had been the gold. So the treasure was gone forever gone
forever! But what could she be crying about? Curious that she should
cry.
These thoughts worked their dim way through Huck s mind, and under the
weariness they gave him he fell asleep. The widow said to herself:
There he s asleep, poor wreck. Tom Sawyer find it! Pity but somebody
could find Tom Sawyer! Ah, there ain t many left, now, that s got hope
enough, or strength enough, either, to go on searching.
CHAPTER XXXI
Now to return to Tom and Becky s share in the picnic. They tripped along
the murky aisles with the rest of the company, visiting the familiar
wonders of the cave wonders dubbed with rather over-descriptive names,
such as The Drawing-Room, The Cathedral, Aladdin s Palace, and
so on. Presently the hide-and-seek frolicking began, and Tom and Becky
engaged in it with zeal until the exertion began to grow a trifle
wearisome; then they wandered down a sinuous avenue holding their
candles aloft and reading the tangled webwork of names, dates,
postoffice addresses, and mottoes with which the rocky walls had been
frescoed (in candle-smoke). Still drifting along and talking, they
scarcely noticed that they were now in a part of the cave whose walls
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