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[CHAPTER XXXII.] Tom tells the Story of their Escape —Tom's Enemy in Safe Quarters [CHAPTER XXXIII.] The Fate of Injun Joe—Huck and Tom Compare Notes —An Expedition to the Cave—Protection Against Ghosts —"An Awful Snug Place"—A Reception at the Widow Douglas's [CHAPTER XXXIV.] Springing a Secret—Mr. Jones' Surprise a Failure [CHAPTER XXXV.] A New Order of Things—Poor Huck—New Adventures Planned |
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CHAPTER XXXII
TUESDAY afternoon came, and waned to the twilight. The village of St. Petersburg still mourned. The lost children had not been found. Public prayers had been offered up for them, and many and many a private prayer that had the petitioner's whole heart in it; but still no good news came from the cave. The majority of the searchers had given up the quest and gone back to their daily avocations, saying that it was plain the children could never be found. Mrs. Thatcher was very ill, and a great part of the time delirious. People said it was heartbreaking to hear her call her child, and raise her head and listen a whole minute at a time, then lay it wearily down again with a moan. Aunt Polly had drooped into a settled melancholy, and her gray hair had grown almost white. The village went to its rest on Tuesday night, sad and forlorn.
Away in the middle of the night a wild peal burst from the village bells, and in a moment the streets were swarming with frantic half-clad people, who shouted, "Turn out! turn out! they're found! they're found!" Tin pans and horns were added to the din, the population massed itself and moved toward the river, met the children coming in an open carriage drawn by shouting citizens, thronged around it, joined its homeward march, and swept magnificently up the main street roaring huzzah after huzzah!