{"id":"01KG16REQTDHCM0GJ3SXGRDVZH","cid":"bafkreieklxcivz5xa2zlrapqp5qw7hcoamvwtguhn4vkrrzbw7ogz6vxji","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":2177,"extracted_at":"2026-01-28T02:26:13.194Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 4","source_file":"01KG0K71QZ8KK7RGEGSNTB5534","start_line":2077,"text":"“No, sir, you can bet he didn’t, becuz he’s the wartiest boy in this\r\ntown; and he wouldn’t have a wart on him if he’d knowed how to work\r\nspunk-water. I’ve took off thousands of warts off of my hands that way,\r\nHuck. I play with frogs so much that I’ve always got considerable many\r\nwarts. Sometimes I take ’em off with a bean.”\r\n\r\n“Yes, bean’s good. I’ve done that.”\r\n\r\n“Have you? What’s your way?”\r\n\r\n“You take and split the bean, and cut the wart so as to get some blood,\r\nand then you put the blood on one piece of the bean and take and dig\r\na hole and bury it ’bout midnight at the crossroads in the dark of the\r\nmoon, and then you burn up the rest of the bean. You see that piece\r\nthat’s got the blood on it will keep drawing and drawing, trying to\r\nfetch the other piece to it, and so that helps the blood to draw the\r\nwart, and pretty soon off she comes.”\r\n\r\n“Yes, that’s it, Huck—that’s it; though when you’re burying it if you\r\nsay ‘Down bean; off wart; come no more to bother me!’ it’s better.\r\nThat’s the way Joe Harper does, and he’s been nearly to Coonville and\r\nmost everywheres. But say—how do you cure ’em with dead cats?”\r\n\r\n“Why, you take your cat and go and get in the grave-yard ’long about\r\nmidnight when somebody that was wicked has been buried; and when it’s\r\nmidnight a devil will come, or maybe two or three, but you can’t see\r\n’em, you can only hear something like the wind, or maybe hear ’em talk;\r\nand when they’re taking that feller away, you heave your cat after ’em\r\nand say, ‘Devil follow corpse, cat follow devil, warts follow cat, I’m\r\ndone with ye!’ That’ll fetch _any_ wart.”\r\n\r\n“Sounds right. D’you ever try it, Huck?”\r\n\r\n“No, but old Mother Hopkins told me.”\r\n\r\n“Well, I reckon it’s so, then. Becuz they say she’s a witch.”\r\n\r\n“Say! Why, Tom, I _know_ she is. She witched pap. Pap says so his own\r\nself. He come along one day, and he see she was a-witching him, so he\r\ntook up a rock, and if she hadn’t dodged, he’d a got her. Well, that\r\nvery night he rolled off’n a shed wher’ he was a layin drunk, and broke\r\nhis arm.”\r\n\r\n“Why, that’s awful. How did he know she was a-witching him?”\r\n\r\n“Lord, pap can tell, easy. Pap says when they keep looking at you right\r\nstiddy, they’re a-witching you. Specially if they mumble. Becuz when\r\nthey mumble they’re saying the Lord’s Prayer backards.”\r\n\r\n“Say, Hucky, when you going to try the cat?”\r\n\r\n“To-night. I reckon they’ll come after old Hoss Williams to-night.”\r\n\r\n“But they buried him Saturday. Didn’t they get him Saturday night?”\r\n\r\n“Why, how you talk! How could their charms work till midnight?—and\r\n_then_ it’s Sunday. Devils don’t slosh around much of a Sunday, I don’t\r\nreckon.”\r\n\r\n“I never thought of that. That’s so. Lemme go with you?”\r\n\r\n“Of course—if you ain’t afeard.”\r\n\r\n“Afeard! ’Tain’t likely. Will you meow?”\r\n\r\n“Yes—and you meow back, if you get a chance. Last time, you kep’ me\r\na-meowing around till old Hays went to throwing rocks at me and says\r\n‘Dern that cat!’ and so I hove a brick through his window—but don’t you\r\ntell.”\r\n\r\n“I won’t. I couldn’t meow that night, becuz auntie was watching me, but\r\nI’ll meow this time. Say—what’s that?”\r\n\r\n“Nothing but a tick.”\r\n\r\n“Where’d you get him?”\r\n\r\n“Out in the woods.”\r\n\r\n“What’ll you take for him?”\r\n\r\n“I don’t know. I don’t want to sell him.”\r\n\r\n“All right. It’s a mighty small tick, anyway.”\r\n\r\n“Oh, anybody can run a tick down that don’t belong to them. I’m\r\nsatisfied with it. It’s a good enough tick for me.”\r\n\r\n“Sho, there’s ticks a plenty. I could have a thousand of ’em if I wanted\r\nto.”\r\n\r\n“Well, why don’t you? Becuz you know mighty well you can’t. This is a\r\npretty early tick, I reckon. It’s the first one I’ve seen this year.”\r\n\r\n“Say, Huck—I’ll give you my tooth for him.”\r\n\r\n“Less see it.”\r\n\r\nTom got out a bit of paper and carefully unrolled it. Huckleberry viewed\r\nit wistfully. The temptation was very strong. At last he said:\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 4"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG16PT5BB4WWHRZC6QBQRYAA","peer_label":"CHAPTER VI","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG0K71QZ8KK7RGEGSNTB5534","peer_label":"tom_sawyer.txt","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KFXT0KM64XT6K8W52TDEE0YS","peer_label":"More Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG16REQY1JN9HPFCJVNK1Q2B","peer_label":"Chunk 3","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG16REQXVNFE4QX6Q58EDJ7B","peer_label":"Chunk 5","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-28T02:26:13.525Z","ts":"2026-01-28T02:26:14.586Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}