Huck Finn Literary Devices

Solomon had one. He had about a million wives

...the wind was trying to whisper something to me and I couldn't make out what it was.

My breff mos' hop outer me; en my lan' de chile never move'!

The widow she cried over me and called me a poor lost lamb.

They are as tall as a tree and as big around as a house.

It was dark as pitch...

Mary Jane's face and her eyes was all lit up like glory.

...he'd walked right out of the ark and maybe was old Leviticus himself

...set the branches to tossing their arms as if just wild

Other places do seem so cramped up and smothery, but a raft don't. You feel might free and easy