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THE GOLDEN ARM, from “How to tell a story,” by Mark Twain
Once 'pon a time dey wuz a monsus mean man, en he live 'way out in de
Once upon a time there was a monstrous mean man, and he lived way out in the
prairie all 'lone by hisself, 'cep'n he had a wife. En bimeby she died,
prarie, all alone by himself…except he had a wife. And by and by she died.
en he tuck en toted her way out dah in de prairie en buried her. Well,
and he “tuck” and toted her way out there in the prarie and buried her. Well
she had a golden arm--all solid gold, fum de shoulder down. He wuz
she had a golden arm—all solid gold, from the shoulder down. He was
pow'ful mean--pow'ful; en dat night he couldn't sleep, Gaze he want dat
powerful mean(very mean, bad?)—powerful; and that night he couldn’t sleep, because he wanted that
golden arm so bad.
golden arm so bad.
When it come midnight he couldn't stan' it no mo'; so he git up, he did,
Well, it became midnight and he couldn’t stand it any more; so he got up, he did
en tuck his lantern en shoved out thoo de storm en dug her up en got de
and took his lantern and “shoved”(went) out through the storm and dug her up and got the
golden arm; en he bent his head down 'gin de win', en plowed en plowed
golden arm; and he bent his head down against the wind and plowed and plowed
en plowed thoo de snow. Den all on a sudden he stop
and plowed through the snow. Then, all of a sudden he stopped
(make a considerable pause here, and look startled, and take a listening attitude)
"My LAN', what's dat!"
My Land, what’s that!
En he listen--en listen--en de win' say
And he listened—and listened—and the wind said,
(set your teeth together and imitate the wailing and wheezing singsong of the wind)
den, way back yonder whah de grave is, he hear a voice!
then, way back yonder where the grave was, he heard a voice!
he hear a voice all mix' up in de win' can't hardly tell 'em
he heard a voice that was all mixed up with the wind and he can’t hardly tell them
apart—“Bzzz-zzz—Wh-ooo – has got – my – g-o-l-d-e-n - arm?—zzz-Wh-ooo
g-o-t m-y g-o-l-d-e-n arm!"
has got my g-o-l-d-e-n – arm!
(You must begin to shiver violently now.)
En he begin to shiver en shake, en say, "Oh, my! OH, my lan'!" en de
And he began to shiver and shake, and said, “Oh, my! Oh, my land.” And the
win' blow de lantern out, en de snow en sleet blow in his face en mos'
wind blew the lantern out, and the snow and sleet blew in his face and almost
choke him, en he start a-plowin' knee-deep towards home mos' dead, he so
choked him and he started plowing knee-deep towards home, and he was feeling almost dead because he was so
sk'yerd--en pooty soon he hear de voice agin, en (pause) it 'us comin'
scared….And pretty soon he heard a voice again and (pause) it was coming
after him! "Bzzz--zzz--zzz--W-h-o--g-o-t m-y--g-o-l-d-e-n--arm?"
after him! “Bzzz-zzz-zzz—Wh-oo – got – my – g-o-l-d-e-n – arm?”
When he git to de pasture he hear it agin closter now, en
When he got to the pasture, he heard it again, closer now, and
a-comin'!--a-comin' back dah in de dark en de storm--(repeat the wind
coming!—coming from back there in the dark in the storm—(repeat the wind
and the voice). When he git to de house he rush up-stairs en jump in de
and the voice). When he got to the house, he rushed upstairs and jumped in the
bed en kiver up, head and years, en lay dah shiverin' en shakin'--en
bed and covered himself up, head and ears, and lay there shivering and shaking--and
den way out dah he hear it agin!--en a-comin'! En bimeby he hear
then—way out there, he heard it again!—and coming! And by and by he heard
(pause--awed, listening attitude)--pat--pat--pat--hit's acomin'
(pause—awed, listening attitude)—pat—pat—pat—it’s coming!
up-stairs! Den he hear de latch, en he know it's in de room!
upstairs! Then he heard the latch, and he knew it’s in the room!
Den pooty soon he know it's a-stannin' by de bed! (Pause.) Den--he
Then pretty soon he knew that it was standing by the bed! (Pause.) Then, he
know it's a-bendin' down over him--en he cain't skasely git his breath!
knew that it was bending down over him, and he could scarcely get his breath!
Den--den--he seem to feel someth' n c-o-l-d, right down 'most agin his
Then he seemed to feel something cold, coming right down almost against his
Den de voice say, right at his year--"W-h-o g-o-t--m-y--g-o-l-d-e-n
Then the voice said, right in his ear—“Whooo has got my golden
arm?" (You must wail it out very plaintively and accusingly; then you
(You must wail it out very plaintively and accusingly; then you
stare steadily and impressively into the face of the farthest-gone
auditor--a girl, preferably--and let that awe-inspiring pause begin to
build itself in the deep hush. When it has reached exactly the right
length, jump suddenly at that girl and yell, "You've got it!")
If you've got the pause right, she'll fetch a dear little yelp and
spring right out of her shoes. But you must get the pause right; and you
will find it the most troublesome and aggravating and uncertain thing
you ever undertook.
Story told by Mark Twain in about 1865