Civilization and Pap
You don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter. My name is Huckleberry Finn. The Widow Douglas she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways.
Just as I was getting used to it, my Pap turned up. He hadn't been seen for a year, and I wished he hadn't come back at all. He was fifty, and he looked it. His hair was long and tangled and greasy, and his face was a fish-belly white. He wants my money—the six thousand dollars Judge Thatcher is keeping for me. He says he'll cowhide me till I'm black and blue if I don't raise some money for him, and he threatens to take me away from the Widow to live in a cabin in the woods.