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Then nothing but liquor had been found; there would have been a great
powwow if it had been the gold. So the treasure was gone forever-gone forever!
But what could she be crying about? Curious that she should cry.

These thoughts worked their dim way through Huck’s mind, and under the
weariness they gave him he fell asleep. The widow said to herself: “There-he’s
asleep, poor wreck. Tom Sawyer find it! Pity but somebody could find Tom
Sawyer! Ah, there aint many left, now, that’s got hope enough, or strength
enough, either, to go on searching.”