I was his guest for two or three months every year, from the fourth year after we removed to Hannibal till I was eleven or twelve years old.

I have never consciously used him or his wife in a book, but his farm has come very handy to me in literature, once or twice.

In "Huck Finn" and in "Tom Sawyer Detective" I moved it down to Arkansas.

It was all of six hundred miles, but it was no trouble, it was not a very large farm; five hundred acres, perhaps, but I could have done it if it had been twice as large.

And as for the morality of it, I cared nothing for that; I would move a State if the exigencies of literature required it.
It was a heavenly place for a boy, that farm of my uncle John's.