person that hadn’t, and said a person that started in to
carry a cat home by the tail was gitting knowledge that
was always going to be useful to him, and warn’t ever
going to grow dim or doubtful. But I can tell you,
Jim, Uncle Abner was down on them people that’s all
the time trying to dig a lesson out of everything that
happens, no matter whether –”
But Jim was asleep. Tom looked kind of ashamed,
because you know a person always feels bad when he
is talking uncommon fine and thinks the other person
is admiring, and that other person goes to sleep that
way. Of course he oughtn’t to go to sleep, because
it’s shabby; but the finer a person talks the certainer
it is to make you sleep, and so when you come to look
at it it ain’t nobody’s fault in particular; both of
them’s to blame.
Jim begun to snore — soft and blubbery at first,
then a long rasp, then a stronger one, then a half a
dozen horrible ones like the last water sucking down
the plug-hole of a bath-tub, then the same with more
power to it, and some big coughs and snorts flung in,
the way a cow does that is choking to death; and
when the person has got to that point he is at his level
best, and can wake up a man that is in the next block
with a dipperful of loddanum in him, but can’t wake
himself up although all that awful noise of his’n ain’t
but three inches from his own ears. And that is the
curiosest thing in the world, seems to me. But you
rake a match to light the candle, and that little bit of a
noise will fetch him. I wish I knowed what was the
reason of that, but there don’t seem to be no way to
find out. Now there was Jim alarming the whole
Desert, and yanking the animals out, for miles and
miles around, to see what in the nation was going on
up there; there warn’t nobody nor nothing that was as
close to the noise as HE was, and yet he was the only
cretur that wasn’t disturbed by it. We yelled at him
and whooped at him, it never done no good; but the
first time there come a little wee noise that wasn’t of a
usual kind it woke him up. No, sir, I’ve thought it
all over, and so has Tom, and there ain’t no way to
find out why a snorer can’t hear himself snore.
Jim said he hadn’t been asleep; he just shut his eyes
so he could listen better.
Tom said nobody warn’t accusing him.
That made him look like he wished he hadn’t said
anything. And he wanted to git away from the sub-
ject, I reckon, because he begun to abuse the camel-
driver, just the way a person does when he has got
catched in something and wants to take it out of some-
body else. He let into the camel-driver the hardest he
knowed how, and I had to agree with him; and he
praised up the dervish the highest he could, and I had
to agree with him there, too. But Tom says:
“I ain’t so sure. You call that dervish so dreadful
liberal and good and unselfish, but I don’t quite see it.
He didn’t hunt up another poor dervish, did he? No,
he didn’t. If he was so unselfish, why didn’t he go in
there himself and take a pocketful of jewels and go
along and be satisfied? No, sir, the person he was
hunting for was a man with a hundred camels. He
wanted to get away with all the treasure he could.”
“Why, Mars Tom, he was willin’ to divide, fair and
square; he only struck for fifty camels.”
“Because he knowed how he was going to get all of
them by and by.”
“Mars Tom, he TOLE de man de truck would make
him bline.”
“Yes, because he knowed the man’s character. It
was just the kind of a man he was hunting for — a
man that never believes in anybody’s word or any-