Huck's colloquial narrative delivery puts a smile on my face each time I read The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Life is so miserable in the Widow Douglas's home that Huck wishes he were in hell--
... she told me all about the bad place, and I said I wished I was there.
Since the Widow is planning to go to Heaven, Huck decides he will avoid meeting her there; he will happily join his pal, Tom Sawyer, in the bad place. Huck's understanding and interpretation of the sounds he finds superstitious causes him to go through a series of movements to ward off their power. The sounds inside the house seem deafening to Huck and give him a sense of dread; he far prefers the dark outdoors and the less dangerous aspects they present. When he answers the cat's call with his own "Me-yow! Me-yow!", one wonders if he has gone 'round the bend until the reader discovers it is merely a signal from Tom.