Chapter 31

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌⁠We dasn’t stop again at any town for days and days; kept right along down the river. We was down south in the warm weather now, and a mighty long ways from home. We begun to come to trees with Spanish moss on them, hanging down from the limbs like long, gray beards. It was the first I ever see it growing, and it made the woods look solemn and dismal. So now the frauds reckoned they was out of dang