In the book called "Tom Sawyer" I starved him entirely to death in the cave, but that was in the interest of art; it never happened.

"General" Gaines, who was our first town drunkard before Jimmy Finn got the place, was lost in there for the space of a week, and finally pushed his handkerchief out of a hole in a hilltop near Saverton, several miles down the river from the cave's mouth, and somebody saw it and dug him out.

There is nothing the matter with his statistics except the handkerchief.

I knew him for years, and he hadn't any.

But it could have been his nose.