Do they even print that book nowadays? I can see some PC problems there. Huck Finn was my alter ego growing up.
One time up in northern MN we ran across a vintage inflatable raft and blew it up, dragged it to a pond and set sail. We caught a buncha bass. We all of the sudden noticed our feet were wet. The sides were getting squishy too. We were on the other side of the pond and sinking faster and faster. We decided to hug the shore and not risk sinking in the middle. Then a moose came up with weeds on it's antlers like a haunted submarine. We paddled and paddled and sank. After a LONG swim we made it to the put in. That raft is probably there under a couple feet of weeds and muck.
Good memories.