scratch it; and then my ear begun to itch; and next my back, right between my shoulders. Seemed like I’d die if I couldn’t scratch. Well, I’ve noticed that thing plenty times since. If you are with the quality, or at a funeral, or trying to go to sleep when you ain’t sleepy — if you are anywheres where it won’t do for you to scratch, why you will itch all over in upward of a thousand places. Pretty soon Jim says:

“Say, who is you? Whar is you? Dog my cats ef I didn’ hear sumf’n.

Well, I know what I’s gwyne to do: I’s gwyne to set down here and listen tell I hears it ag’in.”

So he set down on the ground betwixt me and Tom. He leaned his back up against a tree, and stretched his