A little green worm came crawling over a dewy leaf, lifting two-thirds of his body into the air from time to time and 'sniffing around,' then proceeding again-for he was measuring, Tom said and when the worm approached him, of its own accord, he sat as still as a stone, with his hopes rising and falling, by turns, as the creature still came toward him or seemed inclined to go elsewhere and when at last it considered a painful moment with its curved body in the air and then came decisively down upon Tom's leg and began a journey over him, his whole heart was glad-for that meant that he was going to have a new suit of clothes-without the shadow of a doubt a gaudy piratical uniform. The marvel of Nature shaking off sleep and going to work unfolded itself to the musing boy. Gradually the cool dim gray of the morning whitened, and as gradually sounds multiplied and life manifested itself. Now, far away in the woods a bird called another answered presently the hammering of a woodpecker was heard. A white layer of ashes covered the fire, and a thin blue breath of smoke rose straight into the air.

Beaded dewdrops stood upon the leaves and grasses. Not a leaf stirred not a sound obtruded upon great Nature's meditation. It was the cool gray dawn, and there was a delicious sense of repose and peace in the deep pervading calm and silence of the woods. He sat up and rubbed his eyes and looked around.

When Tom awoke in the morning, he wondered where he was.

Sawyer and huck