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Then nothing but liquor had been found; there would
have been a great powwow if it had been the gold. So the
treasure was gone forever — gone forever! But what could
she be crying about? Curious that she should cry.
These thoughts worked their dim way through Huck’s
mind, and under the weariness they gave him he fell asleep.
The widow said to herself:
‘There — he’s asleep, poor wreck. Tom Sawyer find it!
Pity but somebody could find Tom Sawyer! Ah, there ain’t
many left, now, that’s got hope enough, or strength enough,
either, to go on searching.’

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer