Well it was the next spring after me and Tom Sawyer set our old nigger Jim free the time he was chained up for a runaway slave down there on Tom's uncle Silas's farm in Arkansaw. The frost was wor­king out of the ground and out of the air too and it was getting closer and closer onto barefoot time every day; and next it would be marble time and next mumbletypeg and next tops and hoops and next ki­tes and then right away it would be summer and go­ing in a-swimming. It just makes a boy homesick to look ahead like that and see how far off summer is.