As I mentioned earlier, I’m reading Huckleberry Finn in bits thanks to DailyLit. (Which is brilliant, btw and a blessing for us deskies.) I wish I would have read this in early adolescence, instead of late adolescence.
Well!
Huck just took off in a found canoe down the Mississippi by moonlight after faking his own death! Here he is after being on the river awhile in the pitch night:
I was pretty tired, and the first thing I knowed I was asleep. When I woke up I didn’t know where I was for a minute. I set up and looked around, a little scared. Then I remembered. The river looked miles and miles across. The moon was so bright I could a counted the drift logs that went a-slipping along, black and still, hundreds of yards out from shore. Everything was dead quiet, and it looked late, and SMELT late.
