...after them, the day was a dead and empty thing. Not only the boys, but the whole village, felt this. After all these years I can picture that old time...or two clerks sitting in front of the Water Street 'Hannibal, Missouri. stores, with their splint-bottomed chairs tilted back against the walls, chins...

...after them, the day was a dead and empty thing. Not only the boys, but the whole village, felt this. After all these years I can picture that old time...or two clerks sitting in front of the Water .Street 'Hannibal, Missouri. stores, with their splint-bottomed chairs tilted back against the walls, chins...

...after them, the day was a dead and empty thing. Not only the boys, but the whole village, felt this. After all these years I can picture that old time...now, just as it was then : the white town drowsing in '•he sunshine of a summer's morning ; the streets empt> . or pretty nearly so ; one or two clerks...

...after them, the day was a dead and empty thing. Not only the boys, but the whole village, felt this. After all these years I can picture that old time...chairs tilted back against the wall, chins on breasts, hats slouched over their faces, asleep — with shingle-shavings enough around to show what broke them...

...Verhaltens, wie es Mark Twain auch anderweitig 2 beschreibt, allenfalls die Rolle von "loafers" zu: sitting in front of the Water Street Stores, with...their splint-bottomed chairs tilted back against the walls, chins on breasts, hats slouched over their faces, asleep - with shingle-shav-ings enough around...

...does not entirely undercut, his opening remark about the power of his memory to summon up a scene: "After all these years, I can picture that old time to myself now, just as it was then" (253)—a claim repeated in the much-praised Quarles Farm passage of the Autobiography. In addition...

...around, gars, and such, and they do get pretty rank. I walked along the river for a while. Behind me lay "the white town drowsing in the sunshine of a summer's...morning, ... the streets empty or pretty nearly so." I took off my shoes and waded in the muddy coolness of "the great Mississippi, the majestic, the magnificent...

...transpired, the day was a dead and empty thing. Not only the boys, but the whole village, felt this. After all these years I can picture that old time...chairs tilted back against the wall, chins on breasts, hats slouched over their faces, asleep— with shingle-shavings enough around to show what broke them...

...drowsing in the sunshine of a summer's morning," as Clemens recalls it in Life on the Mississippi, The streets empty, or pretty nearly so; one or two...chairs tilted back against the wall, chins on breasts, hats slouched over their faces, asleep — with shingle -shavings enough around to show what broke...

...rio eo transformando numa espécie de mar calmo, faiscante e adorável". ("After al1 these years l can picture that old time to myself now, just as it was then: the white town sleeping in the sunshine of a Summer's morning; the streets empty, or almost empty; two or wooden flatboats...