The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

That is just the way with some people. They get down on a thing when they don't know nothing about it.

and said we would all go home and meet next week, and rob some­body and kill some peo­ple.

“All right. I don’t mind; but I say it’s a fool way, any­how. Say, do we kill the women, too?”

“Well, Ben Rogers, if I was as ig­no­rant as you I wouldn’t let on. Kill the women? No; no­body ever saw any­thing in the books like that. You fetch them to the cave, and you’re al­ways as po­lite as pie to them; and by and by they fall in love with you, and never want to go home any more.”

To be, or not to be; that is the bare bod­kin
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would fardels bear, till Bir­nam Wood do come to Dun­si­nane,
But that the fear of some­thing af­ter death Mur­ders the in­no­cent sleep,
Great na­ture’s sec­ond course,
And makes us rather sling the ar­rows of out­ra­geous for­tune
Than fly to oth­ers that we know not of.
There’s the re­spect must give us pause:
Wake Dun­can with thy knock

The Ad­ven­tures of Tom Sawyer

That is just the way with some peo­ple. They get down on a thing when they don’t know noth­ing about it.

away out in the woods I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell about some­thing that’s on its mind and can’t make it­self un­der­stood, and so can’t rest easy in its grave, and has to go about that way ev­ery night griev­ing.

whip­pow­ill

wind was try­ing to whis­per some­thing to me, and I couldn’t make out what it was, and so it made the cold shiv­ers run over me.

That is just the way with some peo­ple. They get down on a thing when they don’t know noth­ing about it.