Huckleberry Finn Page #3

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.

And did young

Stephen sicken?

And did young Stephen die?

And did the sad

hearts thicken?

And did the mourners cry?

No, such was not the

fate of young Stephen

Dowling Botts.

His soul did from

this cold world fly.

By fallin' down a well.

Mighty inspirational,

Miss Emmeline.

Mighty inspirational.

(CRYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm so worried about

Charlotte, so worried.

Don't fuss, Rachel

honey, don't fuss.

Clive, I must apologize

for Charlotte.

I came all the way

from New Hope.

I know and I'm most sorry.

Just a few friends and

relations, Mr. Jackson.

Handsome tradition,

don't you think?

Oh, yes, sir.

Drink up, Mr. Jackson.

Good Grangerford punch.

Saul, you don't seem to

understand, I haven't seen

hide nor hair of our Charlotte

since early afternoon

and she knows cousin

Clive's come all the way

from New Hope to see her.

I sent Jason into town to

find her. Don't fret, Rachel,

honey, she'll be along.

My daughters prepared a

little entertainment for you.

So you all gather around.

I found a rose in a Bible

Who knows the story it told

Pressed there

with joy or with a tear

It was just a forgotten

Souvenir

Is our love

A rose in a Bible

A bud that will

lose its perfume

Please tell me no

Say that our love will grow

Like the flower

Forever in bloom

Now would all you gentlemen

and ladies join us?

I found a rose in a Bible

Who knows

the story it told

Pressed there with joy

or with a tear

Mr. Jackson, sir.

Thank you.

Aren't you going

to ask me for a

dance, Mr. Jackson?

Ma'am, I don't rightly know.

Is our love a

rose in a Bible

A bud that will

lose its perfume

Perfume

Please tell me no

Say that our love with grow

Like a flower

Forever in...

Pa! She run off!

Charlotte, she run off!

My own sister!

She run off and eloped

with Harvey Shepherdson!

Horses! Weapons!

We're gonna kill us some

Shepherdsons tonight!

(ALL CHEERING)

No need for horses, Pa.

The Shepherdsons are

surrounding the place now.

(ALL GASPING)

Put out the candles!

All women and children

into the wine cellar.

(CLAMORING)

Buck! Buck!

Buck! He's my gun bearer,

my loader!

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

Mr. Jackson, I think you're

man enough to watch me kill

some of those Shepherdsons.

I think you're gonna enjoy it.

Thank you, Buck.

Stay with me.

Snuff out the lights.

Polluters! Defilers of

our Shepherdson blood!

Tonight we spill

Grangerford blood!

It's a matter of honor!

Bulls eye!

(GUNS FIRING)

A feud is a funny thing,

Mr. Jackson.

A man has a quarrel

with another man

and he kills him.

Then that other

man's brother.

He kills him.

Then the other brothers

on both sides,

they go for one another.

Then the cousins chip in.

Will you be so kind as

to rip down that drape

and stamp out the fire?

I'd be ever so grateful,

to you, Mr. Jackson.

Buck! Give me my pistol!

Williams!

Bring me some punch.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

Take your coat off,

Mr. Jackson, you're

into action now.

Thank you, Buck.

How long has this feud

been goin' on, Colonel?

Oh, 60 years or

somewhere about that.

What was the trouble about?

I don't rightly know.

It was about some

land or something.

Who done the shootin'?

Was it Grangerford

or was it Shepherdson?

MAN:
Good shot, Harry.

That, Mr. Jackson, is

entirely beside the point.

It has now become

a matter of honor.

(GUN FIRES)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

Come with me,

Mr. Jackson,

come with me.

Come on, Mr. Jackson,

now's your chance.

River's down there.

If I was you, Mr. Jackson,

I'd get myself far away from

these here gentle folks.

Thank you, Buck.

I'm much obliged to you.

(GUN FIRES)

Mr. Jackson!

Mr. Jackson, sir.

Mr. Jackson, sir.

Oh, Mr. Jackson.

(LAUGHING)

I was only playin' possum.

Goodbye, Buck.

Goodbye.

HUCKLEBERRY:
Jim!

Jim!

Huckleberry, is that you?

Huckleberry!

Jim!

Huckleberry!

I never been

happier to see somebody

in my whole life!

Thank God you're all right.

I heard them shots and I

thought they'd killed you.

What did they

do to you? Nothin'.

Let's not lose any time.

Let's shove off for the big

water as fast as we can!

That must have been

Goshen back there.

We come 30 miles, Jim.

Yep.

You know, there ain't

no home like a raft.

Other places seem so

cramped up and smothery.

A raft doesn't.

You feel mighty free and easy

and comfortable on a raft.

There's only one

thing bothers me

and that's folks thinking

I murdered you.

My being called a runaway,

that don't bother me at all.

But I don't wanna be

called no murderer.

Well, you know I can't show

my face back to Hannibal.

And tell folks

I haven't been murdered.

They'd send me back

to Pap for sure.

The way I see it,

we just gotta stick

together now.

I'm your only evidence.

Turn it in this here cove.

Yes, sir.

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