“The
people that had seen the thing said he done it perfect; said it was just
exactly the way it all happened.
Then as much as a dozen people got out their bottles and treated him.
Well,
by-and-by, somebody said Sherburn ought to be lynched. In about a minute everybody was saying
it; so away they went, mad and yelling, and snatching down every clothes-line
they came to, to do the hanging with.” (Twain 146)
The
mood begins as nonchalant and almost festive, with the crowd lauding the man’s
accuracy and offering him drinks.
Then, someone brings up the idea of lynching Sherburn. Twain’s casual language at this point
hit me hard. “...by-and-by,
somebody said Sherburn ought to be lynched.” (Twain 146) It sounds so causal, as though someone
offhandedly said “Say, you know, we should murder that guy, am I right, folks?” And by the next sentence, the crowd has
become so enraged that they’re converting appliances into murder weapons
mid-rampage. It’s a terrifying
view of mob-mentality. At least
the Grangerfords and the Shepherdsons have a had a few generations to solidify
their irrational hatred into the raging life-hazard it’s become, but these
townspeople go from “Hey man, nice job on the reenactment, have a beer!” to “KILL
THE BASTARD!” in t-minus two sentences.
I’ve yet to figure out how this affects my view of the book’s overall
meaning, but it really has shown me how differently I’m seeing the book now
that I’m a good six years older. I
had a much more pastoral image of it in my memory which has really been mowed
down.
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