Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain Chapter 39 Page 3

oh, no, I reckon not! And there warn’t a blessed snake up there when we went back — we didn’t half tie the sack, and they worked out somehow, and left.

But it didn’t matter much, because they was still on the premises somewheres. So we judged we could get some of them again. No, there warn’t no real scarcity of snakes about the house for a considerable spell. You’d see them dripping from the rafters and places every now and then; and they generly landed in your plate, or down the back of your neck, and most of the time where you didn’t want them.

Well, they was handsome and striped, and there warn’t no harm in a million of them; but that never made no difference to Aunt Sally; she despised snakes, be the breed what they might, and she couldn’t