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"Goshen, child? This ain't Goshen.This is St.Petersburg.Goshen's ten mile further up the river.Who told you this was Goshen?""Why, a man I met at daybreak this morning, just as I was going to turn into the woods for my regular sleep.He told me when the roads forked Imust take the right hand, and five mile would fetch me to Goshen.""He was drunk, I reckon.He told you just exactly wrong.""Well,,he did act like he was drunk, but it ain't no matter now.I got to be moving along.I'll fetch Goshen before daylight.""Hold on a minute.I'll put you up a snack to eat.You might want it."So she put me up a snack, and says:

"Say, when a cow's laying down, which end of her gets up first? Answer up prompt now -- don't stop to study over it.Which end gets up first?""The hind end, mum."

"Well, then, a horse?"

"The for'rard end, mum."

"Which side of a tree does the moss grow on?""North side."

"If fifteen cows is browsing on a hillside, how many of them eats with their heads pointed the same direction?""The whole fifteen, mum."

"Well, I reckon you HAVE lived in the country.I thought maybe you was trying to hocus me again.What's your real name, now?""George Peters, mum."

"Well, try to remember it, George.Don't forget and tell me it's Elexander before you go, and then get out by saying it's George Elexander when Icatch you.And don't go about women in that old calico.You do a girl tolerable poor, but you might fool men, maybe.Bless you, child, when you set out to thread a needle don't hold the thread still and fetch the needle up to it; hold the needle still and poke the thread at it; that's the way a woman most always does, but a man always does t'other way.And when you throw at a rat or anything, hitch yourself up a tiptoe and fetch your hand up over your head as awkward as you can, and miss your rat about six or seven foot.Throw stiff-armed from the shoulder, like there was a pivot there for it to turn on, like a girl; not from the wrist and elbow, with your arm out to one side, like a boy.And, mind you, when a girl tries to catch anything in her lap she throws her knees apart; she don't clap them together, the way you did when you catched the lump of lead.Why, I spotted you for a boy when you was threading the needle; and I contrived the other things just to make certain.Now trot along to your uncle, Sarah Mary Williams George Elexander Peters, and if you get into trouble you send word to Mrs.Judith Loftus, which is me, and I'll do what I can to get you out of it.Keep the river road all the way, and next time you tramp take shoes and socks with you.The river road's a rocky one, and your feet'll be in a condition when you get to Goshen, I reckon."I went up the bank about fifty yards, and then I doubled on my tracks and slipped back to where my canoe was, a good piece below the house.Ijumped in, and was off in a hurry.I went up-stream far enough to make the head of the island, and then started across.I took off the sun-bonnet, for I didn't want no blinders on then.When I was about the middle I heard the clock begin to strike, so I stops and listens; the sound come faint over the water but clear -- eleven.When I struck the head of the island I never waited to blow, though I was most winded, but I shoved right into the timber where my old camp used to be, and started a good fire there on a high and dry spot.

Then I jumped in the canoe and dug out for our place, a mile and a half below, as hard as I could go.I landed, and slopped through the timber and up the ridge and into the cavern.There Jim laid, sound asleep on the ground.I roused him out and says:

"Git up and hump yourself, Jim! There ain't a minute to lose.They're after us!"Jim never asked no questions, he never said a word; but the way he worked for the next half an hour showed about how he was scared.By that time everything we had in the world was on our raft, and she was ready to be shoved out from the willow cove where she was hid.We put out the camp fire at the cavern the first thing, and didn't show a candle outside after that.

I took the canoe out from the shore a little piece, and took a look;but if there was a boat around I couldn't see it, for stars and shadows ain't good to see by.Then we got out the raft and slipped along down in the shade, past the foot of the island dead still -- never saying a word.

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn - Chapter 12.