text_original: And before the early sun had set we were gliding down the Wabash in a canoe, past places forever dedicated to our agonies, towards Kentucky and Polly Ann. "Davy," said Tom, "I reckon she'll be standin' under the 'simmon tree, waitin' fer us with the little shaver in her arms." And so she was. BOOK II. FLOTS
text_transcription: AND BEFORE THE EARLY SUN HAD SET WE WERE GLIDING DOWN THE WABASH IN THE CANOE PAST PLACES FOREVER DEDICATED TO OUR AGONIES TOWARDS KENTUCKY AND POLLY ANN DAVY SAID TOM I RECKON SHE'LL BE STANDIN UNDER THE SEMMON TREE WAITIN FOR US WITH A LITTLE SHAVER IN OUR ARMS AND SO SHE WAS END OF CHAPTER TWENTY
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