CHAPTER X. THE NYMPH REVEALED
All say, “How hard it is that we have to die”—a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live. —Pudd’nhead Wilson’s Calendar.
When angry, count four; when very angry, swear. —Pudd’nhead Wilson’s Calendar.
Every now and then, after Tom went to bed, he had sudden wakings out of his sleep, and his first thought was, “Oh, joy, it was all a dream!” Then he laid himself heavily down again, with a groan and the muttered words, “A n****r! I am a n****r! Oh, I wish I was dead!”
He woke at dawn with one more repetition of this horror, and then he resolved to meddle no more with that treacherous sleep. He began to think. Sufficiently bitter thinkings they were. They wandered along something after this fashion:
“ Why were n*****
