 Nothing. Says nothing. Tom's most well now is the next lines, and then he closes out the book. There ain't nothing more to write about, and I'm rotten glad of it, because if I had known what a trouble it was to make a book, I wouldn't have tackled it, and I ain't going to no more. But I reckon I got to light out for the territory ahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally, she's going to adopt me and civilize me, and I can't stand it. I've been there before. The end. Yours truly, Huck Finn.