...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...

...Local Color fiction got him to depicting his early days in a town fronting on the Mississippi River: "After all these years I can picture that old time to myself now, just as it was then." What he did not do was stop at the level of descriptive portraiture that his magazine contemporaries...

...local-color fiction got him to depicting his early days in a town fronting on the Mississippi River: "After all these years I can picture that old time to myself now, just as it was then." What he did not do was stop at the level of descriptive portraiture that his magazine contemporaries...

...river and its significant influence on the surrounding countryside. She read her mother a passage: I can picture that old time to myself now, just as...drowsing in the sunshine of a summer's morning . . . the great Mississippi, the majestic, the magnificent Mississippi, rolling its mile-wide tide along, shining...

...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 to myself nowjust as it was then: the white town drowsing in the sunshine of a summer's morning; the streets...

...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...white town drowsing in the sunshine of a summer's morn- ^ ing; the streets empty or pretty nearly so; one or two clerks sitting in front of the Water...

...narratives, an older narrator looks back nostalgically at his boyhood hometown, describing a sleepy scene. "After all these years I can picture that old time to myself now, just as it was then," the narrator of "Old Times" begins, and we, coming fresh from such scenes in Tom Sawyer, brace ourselves...

...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...

..."Life on the Mississippi," described his native village, Hannibal, Mo., as it was when he was a boy: After all these years I can picture that old time...their splint-bottomed chairs tilted back against the walls, chins on breasts, hats slouched over their faces, asleep — with shingle shavings enough around...

...would transform with words into the crucible of American literature: Hannibal. "After all these years 1 can picture that old time to myself now, just as it...summer's morning; the streets empty or pretty nearly so ... JH|, t Hannibal the family took up residence in the Virginia ••••l House, a putative "hotel"...