The judge he felt kind of sore. He said he reckoned a body could reform the old man with a shotgun, maybe, but he didn't know no other way. (Chapter 5 Quote)
Poetic Impression:
Fiddling Pap, strikes Huck black and blue,
Tar and feathered,
black white,
right back.
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