CHAPTER XXXIII A n****r Stealer.—Southern Hospitality.—A Pretty Long Blessing.—Tar and Feathers.SO I started for town in the wagon, and when I was half-way I see a wagon coming, and sure enough it was Tom Sawyer, and I stopped and waited till he come along. I says "Hold on!" and it stopped alongside, and his mouth opened up like a trunk, and stayed so; and he swallowed two or three times like a person that's got a dry throat, and then says:
"I hain't ever done you no harm. You know that. So, then, what you want to come back and ha'nt me for?"
I says:
"I hain't come back—I hain't been gone."
When he heard my voice it righted him up some, but he warn't quite satisfied yet. He says:
"Don't you play nothing on me, because I wouldn't on you. Honest injun now, you ain't a ghost?"
"Honest i
