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The boys\r\nhuddled themselves together and sought the friendly companionship of\r\nthe fire, though the dull dead heat of the breathless atmosphere was\r\nstifling. They sat still, intent and waiting. The solemn hush continued.\r\nBeyond the light of the fire everything was swallowed up in the\r\nblackness of darkness. Presently there came a quivering glow that\r\nvaguely revealed the foliage for a moment and then vanished. By and by\r\nanother came, a little stronger. Then another. Then a faint moan came\r\nsighing through the branches of the forest and the boys felt a fleeting\r\nbreath upon their cheeks, and shuddered with the fancy that the Spirit\r\nof the Night had gone by. There was a pause. Now a weird flash turned\r\nnight into day and showed every little grassblade, separate and\r\ndistinct, that grew about their feet. And it showed three white,\r\nstartled faces, too. A deep peal of thunder went rolling and tumbling\r\ndown the heavens and lost itself in sullen rumblings in the distance. A\r\nsweep of chilly air passed by, rustling all the leaves and snowing the\r\nflaky ashes broadcast about the fire. Another fierce glare lit up the\r\nforest and an instant crash followed that seemed to rend the treetops\r\nright over the boys’ heads. They clung together in terror, in the thick\r\ngloom that followed. A few big raindrops fell pattering upon the leaves.\r\n\r\n“Quick! boys, go for the tent!” exclaimed Tom.\r\n\r\nThey sprang away, stumbling over roots and among vines in the dark, no\r\ntwo plunging in the same direction. A furious blast roared through\r\nthe trees, making everything sing as it went. One blinding flash after\r\nanother came, and peal on peal of deafening thunder. And now a drenching\r\nrain poured down and the rising hurricane drove it in sheets along the\r\nground. The boys cried out to each other, but the roaring wind and the\r\nbooming thunderblasts drowned their voices utterly. However, one by one\r\nthey straggled in at last and took shelter under the tent, cold, scared,\r\nand streaming with water; but to have company in misery seemed something\r\nto be grateful for. They could not talk, the old sail flapped so\r\nfuriously, even if the other noises would have allowed them. The tempest\r\nrose higher and higher, and presently the sail tore loose from its\r\nfastenings and went winging away on the blast. The boys seized each\r\nothers’ hands and fled, with many tumblings and bruises, to the shelter\r\nof a great oak that stood upon the riverbank. Now the battle was at its\r\nhighest. Under the ceaseless conflagration of lightning that flamed\r\nin the skies, everything below stood out in cleancut and shadowless\r\ndistinctness: the bending trees, the billowy river, white with foam, the\r\ndriving spray of spumeflakes, the dim outlines of the high bluffs on\r\nthe other side, glimpsed through the drifting cloudrack and the slanting\r\nveil of rain. Every little while some giant tree yielded the fight\r\nand fell crashing through the younger growth; and the unflagging\r\nthunderpeals came now in ear-splitting explosive bursts, keen and sharp,\r\nand unspeakably appalling. The storm culminated in one matchless effort\r\nthat seemed likely to tear the island to pieces, burn it up, drown it to\r\nthe treetops, blow it away, and deafen every creature in it, all at one\r\nand the same moment. It was a wild night for homeless young heads to be\r\nout in.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 4"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG2TRB7TQRC4Z5DSJZGV48T2","peer_label":"CHAPTER XVI","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG2T4RHC4E1XKJ12BJRXE8E8","peer_label":"tom_sawyer.txt","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG2T49K0H5GDRB0G4YDTPG8H","peer_label":"Test Collection","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG2TSHCTGC7Y1RNBW519PPH3","peer_label":"Chunk 3","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG2TSH24HD6G8XHEVM9VSFTH","peer_label":"Chunk 5","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-28T17:35:35.498Z","ts":"2026-01-28T17:35:36.303Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}