Huckleberry Finn Page #5

remember it, George.

Yes, ma'am.

You do a girl tolerable poor.

Trot along to your uncle,

Sarah Mary Williams

George Peters.

You'll fetch Goshen by

going through town and

following the river up.

Yes, ma'am. Thank you.

Mind you, boy,

go through town.

Whatever you do, don't cut

through that plantation.

No, ma'am.

Good night, ma'am.

(DOGS BARKING)

(HORSES APPROACHING)

Be done, boys, hush!

Who be you?

George Jackson, sir.

Stand up, boy.

What you doin' prowlin'

around here this time

of the night for?

I'm lost. Fell overboard

off the steamboat.

Jason.

Now look here,

you're tellin' the truth,

you needn't be afraid.

Nobody's gonna hurt you.

His clothes are dry, Pa.

How come your clothes are dry,

George Jackson?

Well, I fell off

this afternoon.

George Jackson, are you

kin to the Shepherdsons?

No, sir.

Do you know

the Shepherdson's?

No, sir,

I never heard of 'em.

Mr. Jackson, I'm Colonel

Saul Grangerford,

and these are my sons.

It would be my distinct

pleasure to have you

as our guest here

at Grangerford.

Give me your arm, boy!

(MARSHALING)

(DOGS BARKING)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Come in.

Mr. Jackson, sir?

My name is Buck.

And whiles you're here

at Grangerford Manor,

I will be your personal

manservant and valet.

Well, would you mind

fetching me out of this

here contraption?

You see, I usually does my

body washing in the river.

Here at Grangerford Manor,

there are only

gentle folks and they do

all their body washin'

inside the house.

What's this?

This is your nightcap, sir.

All gentle folks wear this.

Night, Mr. Jackson.

Good night.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Jim.

Mornin', family.

ALL:
Good mornin', Papa.

Sleep well, Mr. Jackson?

Oh, yes, thank you, sir.

But, if it's all

right with you,

I'd like to leave

after breakfast.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Don't worry, boy,

we won't let you

outstay your welcome.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Mr. Jackson, you look

like a bright young man.

Well, thank you, sir.

Tell me, Mr. Jackson,

where was Moses when

the candle went out?

Well, I don't know.

I never heard of it before.

Was he in the bull rushers?

Well, guess.

How can I guess if I

never heard of it before?

Well, you can guess,

can't you?

It's just as easy.

Which candle?

COLONEL:
Any candle.

I don't know where he was.

Where was he?

Why he was in the dark,

that's where he was.

(ALL LAUGH)

Miss Charlotte.

Thank you, Mitzi.

EMMELINE:
I have just

composed my finest poem.

All about a boy by the name

of Stephen Dowling Botts,

that fell down a well

and was drownded.

Drownded?

Would you like me

to read my poem?

HUCKLEBERRY:
I'd be mighty

obliged, Miss Emmeline.

Ode to Stephen

Dowling Botts, deceased.

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