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Overview

To Kill a Mockingbird is a novel by Harper Lee published

in 1960. It was immediately successful, winning the Pulitzer

Prize, and has become a classic of modern American literature.

The plot and characters are loosely based on the author’s

observations of her family and neighbors, as well as on an

event that occurred near her hometown in 1936, when she was

10 years old.

The novel is renowned for its warmth and humor, despite

dealing with the serious issues of rape and racial inequality.

Challenge

To design a 50th anniversary edition of To Kill a Mockingbird

that celebrates the timeless nature of Harper Lee’s novel.

Solution

A minimalist color scheme of back and white was chosen

to highlight this classic novel. In view of the fact that there

is an emphasis in To Kill a Mockingbird on the power of the

words we speak, a typographic illustration style was chosen

as the best solution for illustrating the meaningful themes of

the story. A sleeve was created to not only protect the prestine

white cover, but also to provide distinction for this enduring

story after 50 years of continued recognition.

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To K

ill a

Moc

king

bird

"Why

coul

dn't

I mas

h hi

m?"

I ask

ed.

"Bec

ause

they

don

't bo

ther

you,

" Jem

answ

ered

in th

e dar

knes

s. H

e had

turn

ed

out h

is re

adin

g lig

ht. "

Reck

on yo

u're a

t the

stag

e now

whe

re yo

u do

n't k

ill �

ies an

d

mos

quito

es n

ow, I

reck

on,"

I said

. "Le

mm

e kno

w wh

en yo

u ch

ange

your

min

d. Te

ll yo

u

one t

hing

, tho

ugh,

I ain

't go

nna s

it ar

ound

and

not s

crat

ch a

redb

ug."

"Aw

dry u

p," h

e

answ

ered

dro

wsily

. Jem

was

the o

ne w

ho w

as ge

tting

mor

e lik

e a gi

rl ev

ery d

ay, n

ot I.

Com

forta

ble,

I lay

on

my b

ack

and

waite

d fo

r slee

p, an

d wh

ile w

aitin

g I th

ough

t of D

ill. H

e

had

left u

s the

�rst

of t

he m

onth

with

�rm

assu

ranc

es th

at h

e wou

ld re

turn

the m

inut

e

scho

ol w

as o

ut-h

e gue

ssed

his f

olks

had

got t

he ge

nera

l ide

a tha

t he l

iked

to sp

end

his

sum

mer

s in

May

com

b. M

iss R

ache

l too

k us

with

them

in th

e tax

i to

May

com

b Ju

nctio

n, an

d

Dill

wav

ed to

us f

rom

the t

rain

win

dow

until

he w

as o

ut o

f sig

ht. H

e was

not

out

of m

ind:

I m

issed

him

. �e l

ast t

wo d

ays o

f his

time w

ith u

s, Je

m h

ad ta

ught

him

to sw

im- T

augh

t him

to sw

im. I

was

wid

e

awak

e, re

mem

berin

g wha

t Dill

had

told

me.

Bark

er's

Eddy

is at

the e

nd o

f a d

irt ro

ad o

� th

e Mer

idian

high

way a

bout

a m

ile fr

om to

wn. I

t is e

asy t

o ca

tch a

ride d

own

the h

ighw

ay o

n a c

otto

n wa

gon

or

from

a pa

ssing

mot

orist

, and

the s

hort

walk

to th

e cre

ek is

easy,

but

the p

rosp

ect o

f walk

ing a

ll th

e

way b

ack

hom

e at d

usk,

when

the t

ra�

c is l

ight

, is ti

reso

me,

and

swim

mer

s are

care

ful n

ot to

stay

too

late.

Acco

rdin

g to

Dill

, he a

nd Je

m h

ad ju

st co

me t

o th

e hig

hway

whe

n th

ey sa

w At

ticus

driv

ing t

owar

d th

em. H

e

look

ed li

ke h

e had

not

seen

them

, so

they

bot

h wa

ved.

Attic

us �

nally

slow

ed d

own;

whe

n th

ey ca

ught

up

with

him

he sa

id, "

You'd

bet

ter c

atch

a rid

e bac

k. I w

on't

be go

ing h

ome f

or a

while

." C

alpur

nia w

as in

the b

ack

seat

. Jem

prot

este

d, th

en p

leade

d, an

d At

ticus

said

, "A

ll rig

ht, y

ou ca

n co

me w

ith u

s if y

ou st

ay in

the c

ar." O

n th

e way

to

Tom

Rob

inso

n's, A

tticu

s tol

d th

em w

hat h

ad h

appe

ned.

�ey

turn

ed o

� th

e hig

hway

, rod

e slo

wly b

y the

dum

p an

d pa

st th

e Ewe

ll re

siden

ce, d

own

the n

arro

w lan

e to

the N

egro

cabi

ns. D

ill sa

id a

crow

d of

blac

k

child

ren

were

play

ing m

arbl

es in

Tom

's fro

nt ya

rd. A

tticu

s par

ked

the c

ar an

d go

t out

. Calp

urni

a fol

lowe

d hi

m th

roug

h

the f

ront

gate.

Dill

hea

rd h

im as

k on

e of t

he ch

ildre

n, "W

here

's yo

ur m

othe

r, Sam

?" an

d he

ard

Sam

say,

"She

dow

n at

Sis S

teve

ns's,

Mr. F

inch

. Wan

t me r

un fe

tch h

er?"

Dill

said

Atti

cus l

ooke

d un

certa

in, t

hen

he sa

id ye

s, an

d Sa

m

scam

pere

d o�

. "G

o on

with

your

gam

e, bo

ys,"

Attic

us sa

id to

the c

hild

ren.

A li

ttle g

irl ca

me t

o th

e cab

in d

oor a

nd st

ood

look

ing a

t Atti

cus.

Dill

said

her

hair

was

a wa

d of

tiny

sti�

pig

tails

, eac

h en

ding

in a

brig

ht b

ow. S

he gr

inne

d

from

ear t

o ea

r and

walk

ed to

ward

our

fath

er, b

ut sh

e was

too

small

to n

avig

ate t

he st

eps.

Dill

said

Attic

us w

ent t

o he

r, too

k o�

his

hat,

and

o�er

ed h

er h

is �n

ger. S

he gr

abbe

d it

and

he ea

sed

her d

own

the s

teps

. �en

he

gave

her

to C

alpur

nia.

Sam

was

trot

ting b

ehin

d hi

s mot

her w

hen

they

cam

e up.

Dill

said

Hele

n sa

id, "

'even

in', M

r. Fin

ch, w

on't

you

have

a se

at?"

But s

he d

idn't

say a

ny m

ore.

Neit

her d

id A

tticu

s. "S

cout

," sa

id D

ill, "

she j

ust f

ell d

own

in th

e dirt

. Jus

t fell

dow

n in

the d

irt, li

ke

a gian

t with

a bi

g foo

t jus

t cam

e alo

ng an

d ste

pped

on

her. J

ust u

mp-

-" D

ill's

fat fo

ot h

it th

e gro

und.

"Lik

e you

'd ste

p on

an an

t." D

ill sa

id C

alpur

nia

and

Attic

us li

fted

Hele

n to

her

feet

and

half

carri

ed, h

alf w

alked

her

to th

e cab

in. �

ey st

ayed

insid

e a lo

ng ti

me,

and

Attic

us ca

me o

ut al

one.

Whe

n th

ey

drov

e bac

k by

the d

ump,

som

e of t

he E

wells

hol

lered

at th

em, b

ut D

ill d

idn't

catch

wha

t the

y said

. May

com

b wa

s int

eres

ted

by th

e new

s of T

om's

deat

h

for p

erha

ps tw

o da

ys; t

wo d

ays w

as en

ough

for t

he in

form

atio

n to

spre

ad th

roug

h th

e cou

nty.

"Did

you

hear

abou

t?....

No?

Well

, the

y say

he w

as ru

nnin

' �t

to b

eat l

ight

nin'.

.." T

o M

ayco

mb,

Tom

's de

ath

was t

ypica

l. Typ

ical o

f a n

igge

r to

cut a

nd ru

n. Ty

pica

l of a

nig

ger's

men

talit

y to

have

no

plan

, no

thou

ght

for t

he fu

ture

, just

run

blin

d �r

st ch

ance

he s

aw. F

unny

thin

g, At

ticus

Fin

ch m

ight

've go

t him

o�

scot

free

, but

wait

-? H

ell n

o. Yo

u kn

ow h

ow th

ey ar

e.

Easy

com

e, ea

sy go

. Jus

t sho

ws yo

u, th

at R

obin

son

boy w

as le

gally

mar

ried,

they

say h

e kep

t him

self

clean

, wen

t to

chur

ch an

d all

that

, but

whe

n it

com

es

down

to th

e lin

e the

vene

er's

mig

hty t

hin.

Nig

ger a

lway

s com

es o

ut in

'em

. A fe

w m

ore d

etail

s, en

ablin

g the

liste

ner t

o re

peat

his

versi

on in

turn

, the

n no

thin

g to

talk

abou

t unt

il �e M

ayco

mb T

ribun

e app

eare

d th

e fol

lowi

ng �

ursd

ay. �

ere w

as a

brief

obi

tuar

y in

the

Col

ored

New

s, bu

t the

re w

as al

so an

edito

rial. M

r. B. B

. Und

erwo

od w

as at

his

mos

t bitt

er, an

d he

coul

dn't

have

care

d les

s who

canc

eled

adve

r-

tisin

g and

subs

crip

tions

. (Bu

t May

com

b di

dn't

play

that

way

: Mr. U

nder

wood

coul

d ho

ller t

ill h

e swe

ated

and

write

wha

teve

r he

want

ed

to, h

e'd st

ill ge

t his

adve

rtisin

g and

subs

crip

tions

. If h

e wan

ted

to m

ake a

fool

of h

imse

lf in

his

pape

r tha

t was

his

busin

ess.)

Mr. U

nder

wood

did

n't ta

lk ab

out m

iscar

riage

s of j

ustic

e, he

was

writ

ing s

o ch

ildre

n co

uld

unde

rstan

d.

Mr. U

nder

wood

sim

ply �

gure

d it

was a

sin

to k

ill cr

ippl

es, b

e the

y sta

ndin

g, sit

ting,

or es

capi

ng. H

e lik

ened

Tom

's

deat

h to

the s

ense

less s

laugh

ter o

f son

gbird

s by h

unte

rs an

d ch

ildre

n, an

d M

ayco

mb

thou

ght h

e was

tryin

g to

write

an ed

itoria

l poe

tical

enou

gh to

be r

eprin

ted

in �

e Mon

tgom

ery A

dver

tiser.

How

coul

d th

is be

so, I

won

dere

d, as

I

read

Mr. U

nder

wood

's ed

itoria

l. Sen

seles

s kill

ing-

-Tom

had

bee

n gi

ven

due p

roce

ss of

law

to th

e day

of h

is de

ath;

he

had

been

tried

ope

nly a

nd co

nvict

ed b

y twe

lve go

od m

en an

d tru

e; m

y fat

her h

ad fo

ught

for h

im al

l the

way

. �en

Mr.

Und

erwo

od's

mea

ning

bec

ame c

lear:

Attic

us h

ad u

sed

ever

y too

l ava

ilabl

e to

free m

en to

save

Tom

Rob

inso

n, bu

t in

the

secr

et co

urts

of m

en's

hear

ts At

ticus

had

no

case

. Tom

was

a de

ad m

an th

e min

ute M

ayell

a Ewe

ll op

ened

her

mou

th an

d sc

ream

ed.. T

o

Kill

a Moc

king

bird

"Why

coul

dn't

I mas

h hi

m?"

I ask

ed. "

Beca

use t

hey d

on't

both

er yo

u," J

em an

swer

ed in

the d

arkn

ess.

He h

ad tu

rned

out h

is re

adin

g lig

ht. "

Reck

on yo

u're a

t the

stag

e now

whe

re yo

u do

n't k

ill �

ies an

d m

osqu

itoes

now

, I re

ckon

," I s

aid. "

Lem

me k

now

when

you

chan

ge yo

ur m

ind.

Tell

you

one t

hing

, tho

ugh,

I ain

't go

nna s

it ar

ound

and

not s

crat

ch a

redb

ug."

"Aw

dry u

p," h

e ans

were

d dr

owsil

y.

Jem

was

the o

ne w

ho w

as ge

tting

mor

e lik

e a gi

rl ev

ery d

ay, n

ot I.

Com

forta

ble,

I lay

on

my b

ack

and

waite

d fo

r slee

p, an

d wh

ile

waiti

ng I

thou

ght o

f Dill

. He h

ad le

ft us

the �

rst o

f the

mon

th w

ith �

rm as

sura

nces

that

he w

ould

retu

rn th

e min

ute s

choo

l

was o

ut-h

e gue

ssed

his f

olks

had

got t

he ge

nera

l ide

a tha

t he l

iked

to sp

end

his s

umm

ers i

n M

ayco

mb.

Miss

Rac

hel t

ook

us

with

them

in th

e tax

i to

May

com

b Ju

nctio

n, an

d D

ill w

aved

to u

s fro

m th

e tra

in w

indo

w un

til h

e was

out o

f sig

ht. H

e was

not

out

of m

ind:

I m

issed

him

. �e l

ast t

wo d

ays o

f his

time w

ith u

s, Je

m h

ad ta

ught

him

to sw

im- T

augh

t him

to sw

im. I

was

wid

e awa

ke, r

emem

berin

g wha

t Dill

had

told

me.

Bark

er's

Eddy

is at

the e

nd o

f a d

irt ro

ad o

� th

e Mer

idian

hig

hway

abou

t a

mile

from

town

. It i

s eas

y to

catch

a rid

e dow

n th

e hig

hway

on

a cot

ton

wago

n or

from

a pa

ssing

mot

orist

, and

the s

hort

walk

to th

e cre

ek is

easy,

but

the p

rosp

ect o

f walk

ing a

ll th

e way

bac

k ho

me a

t dus

k, wh

en th

e tra

�c i

s lig

ht, is

tire

som

e, an

d sw

imm

ers a

re ca

refu

l not

to st

ay to

o

late.

Acco

rdin

g to

Dill

, he a

nd Je

m h

ad ju

st co

me t

o th

e hig

hway

whe

n th

ey sa

w At

ticus

driv

ing t

owar

d th

em. H

e loo

ked

like h

e had

not s

een

them

, so

they

bot

h wa

ved.

Attic

us �

nally

slow

ed d

own;

whe

n th

ey ca

ught

up

with

him

he s

aid, "

You'd

bet

ter c

atch

a rid

e bac

k. I w

on't

be go

ing h

ome f

or a

while

." C

alpur

nia

was i

n th

e bac

k se

at. J

em p

rote

sted,

then

plea

ded,

and

Attic

us sa

id, "

All

right

, you

can

com

e

with

us i

f you

stay

in th

e car.

" On

the w

ay to

Tom

Rob

inso

n's, A

tticu

s tol

d th

em w

hat h

ad

happ

ened

. �ey

turn

ed o

� th

e hig

hway

, rod

e slo

wly b

y the

dum

p an

d pa

st th

e Ewe

ll

resid

ence

, dow

n th

e nar

row

lane t

o th

e Neg

ro ca

bins

. Dill

said

a cr

owd

of b

lack

child

ren

were

play

ing m

arbl

es in

Tom

's fro

nt ya

rd. A

tticu

s par

ked

the c

ar an

d go

t out

. Calp

urni

a fol

lowe

d hi

m

thro

ugh

the f

ront

gate.

Dill

hea

rd h

im as

k on

e of t

he ch

ildre

n, "W

here

's yo

ur m

othe

r, Sam

?" an

d he

ard

Sam

say,

"She

dow

n at

Sis

Stev

ens's

, Mr. F

inch

. Wan

t me r

un fe

tch h

er?"

Dill

said

Atti

cus l

ooke

d un

certa

in, t

hen

he sa

id ye

s,

and

Sam

scam

pere

d o�

. "G

o on

with

your

gam

e, bo

ys,"

Attic

us sa

id to

the c

hild

ren.

A li

ttle g

irl ca

me t

o th

e cab

in d

oor

and

stood

look

ing a

t Atti

cus.

Dill

said

her

hair

was

a wa

d of

tiny

sti�

pig

tails

, eac

h en

ding

in a

brig

ht b

ow. S

he gr

inne

d fro

m ea

r

to ea

r and

walk

ed

towa

rd o

ur fa

ther,

but

she w

as to

o sm

all to

nav

igat

e the

step

s. D

ill sa

id A

tticu

s wen

t to

her, t

ook

o� h

is ha

t, an

d o�

ered

her

his

�nge

r. She

grab

bed

it an

d he

ease

d he

r dow

n th

e ste

ps. �

en h

e gav

e her

to C

alpur

nia.

Sam

was

trot

ting b

ehin

d hi

s mot

her w

hen

they

cam

e up.

Dill

said

Hele

n

said

, "'ev

enin

', Mr. F

inch

, won

't yo

u ha

ve a

seat

?" Bu

t she

did

n't sa

y any

mor

e. N

eithe

r did

Atti

cus.

"Sco

ut,"

said

Dill

, "sh

e jus

t fell

dow

n in

the d

irt. J

ust f

ell d

own

in

the d

irt, li

ke a

gian

t with

a bi

g foo

t jus

t cam

e alo

ng an

d ste

pped

on

her. J

ust u

mp-

-" D

ill's

fat fo

ot h

it th

e gro

und.

"Lik

e you

'd ste

p on

an an

t." D

ill sa

id C

alpur

nia a

nd

Attic

us li

fted

Hele

n to

her

feet

and

half

carri

ed, h

alf w

alked

her

to th

e cab

in. �

ey st

ayed

insid

e a lo

ng ti

me,

and

Attic

us ca

me o

ut al

one.

Whe

n th

ey d

rove

bac

k by

the d

ump,

som

e of t

he E

wells

hol

lered

at th

em, b

ut D

ill d

idn't

catch

wha

t the

y said

. May

com

b wa

s int

eres

ted

by th

e new

s of T

om's

deat

h fo

r per

haps

two

days

; two

day

s was

enou

gh fo

r

the i

nfor

mat

ion

to sp

read

thro

ugh

the c

ount

y. "D

id yo

u he

ar ab

out?.

... N

o? W

ell, t

hey s

ay h

e was

runn

in' �

t to

beat

ligh

tnin

'..." T

o M

ayco

mb,

Tom

's de

ath

was t

ypica

l. Typ

ical o

f

a nig

ger t

o cu

t and

run.

Typi

cal o

f a n

igge

r's m

enta

lity t

o ha

ve n

o pl

an, n

o th

ough

t for

the f

utur

e, ju

st ru

n bl

ind

�rst

chan

ce h

e saw

. Fun

ny th

ing,

Attic

us F

inch

mig

ht've

got

him

o�

scot

free

, but

wait

-? H

ell n

o. Yo

u kn

ow h

ow th

ey ar

e. Ea

sy co

me,

easy

go. J

ust s

hows

you,

that

Rob

inso

n bo

y was

lega

lly m

arrie

d, th

ey sa

y he k

ept h

imse

lf cle

an,

went

to ch

urch

and

all th

at, b

ut w

hen

it co

mes

dow

n to

the l

ine t

he ve

neer

's m

ight

y thi

n. N

igge

r alw

ays c

omes

out

in 'e

m. A

few

mor

e det

ails,

enab

ling t

he li

stene

r

to re

peat

his

versi

on in

turn

, the

n no

thin

g to

talk

abou

t unt

il �e M

ayco

mb T

ribun

e app

eare

d th

e fol

lowi

ng �

ursd

ay. �

ere w

as a

brief

obi

tuar

y in

the

Col

ored

New

s, bu

t the

re w

as al

so an

edito

rial. M

r. B. B

. Und

erwo

od w

as at

his

mos

t bitt

er, an

d he

coul

dn't

have

care

d les

s who

canc

eled

adve

rtisin

g

and

subs

crip

tions

. (Bu

t May

com

b di

dn't

play

that

way

: Mr. U

nder

wood

coul

d ho

ller t

ill h

e swe

ated

and

write

wha

teve

r he w

ante

d to

, he'd

still

get h

is ad

verti

sing a

nd su

bscr

iptio

ns. I

f he w

ante

d to

mak

e a fo

ol o

f him

self

in h

is pa

per t

hat w

as h

is bu

sines

s.) M

r. Und

erwo

od

didn

't ta

lk ab

out m

iscar

riage

s of j

ustic

e, he

was

writ

ing s

o ch

ildre

n co

uld

unde

rstan

d. M

r. Und

erwo

od si

mpl

y �gu

red

it wa

s a

sin to

kill

crip

ples

, be t

hey s

tand

ing,

sittin

g, or

esca

ping

. He l

iken

ed T

om's

deat

h to

the s

ense

less s

laugh

ter o

f son

gbird

s by h

unte

rs an

d ch

ildre

n, an

d M

ayco

mb

thou

ght h

e was

tryin

g to

write

an ed

itoria

l poe

tical

enou

gh to

be r

eprin

ted

in �

e Mon

tgom

ery A

dver

tiser.

How

coul

d th

is be

so, I

won

dere

d, as

I re

ad M

r.

Und

erwo

od's

edito

rial. S

ense

less k

illin

g--T

om h

ad b

een

give

n du

e pro

cess

of la

w to

the d

ay o

f his

deat

h; h

e had

bee

n tri

ed o

penl

y and

conv

icted

by t

welve

good

men

and

true;

my f

athe

r had

foug

ht fo

r him

all t

he w

ay. �

en M

r. Und

erwo

od's

mea

ning

bec

ame c

lear:

Attic

us h

ad u

sed

ever

y too

l ava

ilabl

e to

free

men

to sa

ve T

om R

obin

son,

but i

n th

e sec

ret c

ourts

of m

en's

hear

ts At

ticus

had

no

case

. Tom

was

a de

ad m

an th

e min

ute M

ayell

a Ewe

ll op

ened

her

mou

th an

d sc

ream

ed. T

o Ki

ll a M

ocki

ngbi

rd "W

hy co

uldn

't I m

ash

him

?" I a

sked

. "Be

caus

e the

y don

't bo

ther

you,

" Jem

answ

ered

in th

e dar

knes

s.

He h

ad tu

rned

out

his

read

ing l

ight

. "Re

ckon

you'r

e at t

he st

age n

ow w

here

you

don't

kill

�ies

and

mos

quito

es n

ow, I

reck

on,"

I said

. "Le

mm

e kno

w

when

you

chan

ge yo

ur m

ind.

Tell

you

one t

hing

, tho

ugh,

I ain

't go

nna s

it ar

ound

and

not s

crat

ch a

redb

ug."

"Aw

dry u

p," h

e ans

were

d dr

owsil

y. Je

m

was t

he o

ne w

ho w

as ge

tting

mor

e lik

e a gi

rl ev

ery d

ay, n

ot I.

Com

forta

ble,

I lay

on

my b

ack

and

waite

d fo

r slee

p, an

d wh

ile w

aitin

g I th

ough

t of D

ill. H

e

had

left u

s the

�rst

of t

he m

onth

with

�rm

assu

ranc

es th

at h

e wou

ld re

turn

the m

inut

e sch

ool w

as o

ut-h

e gue

ssed

his f

olks

had

got t

he ge

nera

l ide

a tha

t he

liked

to sp

end

his s

umm

ers i

n M

ayco

mb.

Miss

Rac

hel t

ook

us w

ith th

em in

the t

axi t

o M

ayco

mb

Junc

tion,

and

Dill

wav

ed to

us f

rom

the t

rain

win

dow

until

he

was o

ut o

f sig

ht. H

e was

not

out

of m

ind:

I m

issed

him

. �e l

ast t

wo d

ays o

f his

time w

ith u

s, Je

m h

ad ta

ught

him

to sw

im- T

augh

t him

to sw

im. I

was

wid

e awa

ke,

rem

embe

ring w

hat D

ill h

ad to

ld m

e. Ba

rker

's Ed

dy is

at th

e end

of a

dirt

road

o�

the M

erid

ian h

ighw

ay ab

out a

mile

from

town

. It i

s eas

y to

catch

a rid

e dow

n th

e hig

hway

on

a cot

ton

wago

n or

from

a pa

ssing

mot

orist

, and

the s

hort

walk

to th

e cre

ek is

easy,

but

the p

rosp

ect o

f walk

ing a

ll th

e way

bac

k ho

me a

t dus

k, wh

en th

e tra

�c i

s lig

ht, is

tire

som

e,

and

swim

mer

s are

care

ful n

ot to

stay

too

late.

Acco

rdin

g to

Dill

, he a

nd Je

m h

ad ju

st co

me t

o th

e hig

hway

whe

n th

ey sa

w At

ticus

driv

ing t

owar

d th

em. H

e loo

ked

like h

e had

not

seen

them

, so

they

bot

h wa

ved.

Attic

us �

nally

slow

ed d

own;

whe

n th

ey ca

ught

up

with

him

he s

aid, "

You'd

bet

ter c

atch

a rid

e bac

k. I w

on't

be go

ing h

ome f

or a

while

." C

alpur

nia w

as in

the

back

seat

. Jem

pro

teste

d, th

en p

leade

d, an

d At

ticus

said

, "A

ll rig

ht, y

ou ca

n co

me w

ith u

s if y

ou st

ay in

the c

ar." O

n th

e way

to T

om R

obin

son's

, Atti

cus t

old

them

wha

t had

hap

pene

d.

�ey

turn

ed o

� th

e hig

hway

, rod

e slo

wly b

y the

dum

p an

d pa

st th

e Ewe

ll re

siden

ce, d

own

the n

arro

w lan

e to

the N

egro

cabi

ns. D

ill sa

id a

crow

d of

blac

k ch

ildre

n we

re p

layin

g mar

bles

in T

om's

front

yard

. Atti

cus p

arke

d th

e car

and

got o

ut. C

alpur

nia f

ollo

wed

him

thro

ugh

the f

ront

gate.

Dill

hea

rd h

im as

k on

e of t

he ch

ildre

n, "W

here

's yo

ur m

othe

r, Sam

?" an

d

hear

d Sa

m sa

y, "S

he d

own

at S

is St

even

s's, M

r. Fin

ch. W

ant m

e run

fetch

her

?" D

ill sa

id A

tticu

s loo

ked

unce

rtain

, the

n he

said

yes,

and

Sam

scam

pere

d o�

. "G

o on

with

your

gam

e, bo

ys,"

Attic

us sa

id to

the c

hild

ren.

A li

ttle g

irl ca

me t

o th

e cab

in d

oor a

nd st

ood

look

ing a

t Atti

cus.

Dill

said

her

hair

was

a wa

d of

tiny

sti�

pig

tails

, eac

h en

ding

in a

brig

ht b

ow. S

he gr

inne

d fro

m ea

r to

ear a

nd w

alked

towa

rd o

ur fa

ther,

but

she w

as to

o sm

all to

nav

igat

e the

step

s. D

ill sa

id A

tticu

s wen

t to

her, t

ook

o� h

is ha

t,

and

o�er

ed h

er h

is �n

ger. S

he gr

abbe

d it

and

he ea

sed

her d

own

the s

teps

. �en

he g

ave h

er to

Calp

urni

a. Sa

m w

as tr

ottin

g beh

ind

his m

othe

r whe

n th

ey

cam

e up.

Dill

said

Hele

n sa

id, "

'even

in', M

r. Fin

ch, w

on't

you

have

a se

at?"

But s

he d

idn't

say a

ny m

ore.

Neit

her d

id A

tticu

s. "S

cout

," sa

id

Dill

, "sh

e jus

t fell

dow

n in

the d

irt. J

ust f

ell d

own

in th

e dirt

, like

a gi

ant w

ith a

big f

oot j

ust c

ame a

long

and

stepp

ed o

n he

r. Jus

t um

p--"

Dill

's fat

foot

hit

the g

roun

d.

"Lik

e you

'd ste

p on

an an

t." D

ill sa

id C

alpur

nia a

nd A

tticu

s lift

ed H

elen

to h

er fe

et an

d ha

lf ca

rried

, half

walk

ed h

er to

the c

abin

. �ey

stay

ed in

side a

long

tim

e, an

d

Attic

us ca

me o

ut al

one.

Whe

n th

ey d

rove

bac

k by

the d

ump,

som

e of t

he E

wells

hol

lered

at th

em, b

ut D

ill d

idn't

catch

wha

t the

y said

. May

com

b wa

s int

eres

ted

by

the n

ews o

f Tom

's de

ath

for p

erha

ps tw

o da

ys; t

wo d

ays w

as en

ough

for t

he in

form

atio

n to

spre

ad th

roug

h th

e cou

nty.

"Did

you

hear

abou

t?....

No?

Well

, the

y say

he

was r

unni

n' �t

to b

eat l

ight

nin'.

.." T

o M

ayco

mb,

Tom

's de

ath

was t

ypica

l. Typ

ical o

f a n

igge

r to

cut a

nd ru

n. Ty

pica

l of a

nig

ger's

men

talit

y to

have

no

plan

, no

thou

ght f

or th

e fut

ure,

just

run

blin

d �r

st ch

ance

he s

aw. F

unny

thin

g, At

ticus

Fin

ch m

ight

've go

t him

o�

scot

free

, but

wait

-? H

ell n

o. Yo

u kn

ow h

ow

they

are.

Easy

com

e, ea

sy go

. Jus

t sho

ws yo

u, th

at R

obin

son

boy w

as le

gally

mar

ried,

they

say h

e kep

t him

self

clean

, wen

t to

chur

ch an

d all

that

, but

when

it co

mes

dow

n to

the l

ine t

he ve

neer

's m

ight

y thi

n. N

igge

r alw

ays c

omes

out

in 'e

m. A

few

mor

e det

ails,

enab

ling t

he li

stene

r to

repe

at h

is

versi

on in

turn

, the

n no

thin

g to

talk

abou

t unt

il �e M

ayco

mb T

ribun

e app

eare

d th

e fol

lowi

ng �

ursd

ay. �

ere w

as a

brief

obi

tuar

y in

the C

olor

ed N

ews,

but t

here

was

also

an ed

itoria

l. Mr. B

. B. U

nder

wood

was

at h

is m

ost b

itter,

and

he co

uldn

't ha

ve ca

red

less w

ho ca

ncele

d ad

verti

sing a

nd su

bscr

iptio

ns. (

But

May

com

b di

dn't

play

that

way

: Mr. U

nder

wood

coul

d ho

ller t

ill h

e swe

ated

and

write

wha

teve

r he w

ante

d to

, he'd

still

get h

is ad

verti

sing a

nd su

bscr

iptio

ns. I

f he

want

ed to

mak

e a fo

ol

of h

imse

lf in

his

pape

r tha

t was

his

busin

ess.)

Mr. U

nder

wood

did

n't ta

lk ab

out m

iscar

riage

s of j

ustic

e, he

was

writ

ing s

o ch

ildre

n co

uld

unde

rstan

d.

Mr. U

nder

wood

sim

ply

�gur

ed it

was

a sin

to k

ill cr

ippl

es, b

e the

y sta

ndin

g, sit

ting,

or es

capi

ng. H

e lik

ened

Tom

's de

ath

to th

e sen

seles

s slau

ghte

r of s

ongb

irds b

y hun

ters

and

child

ren,

and

May

com

b th

ough

t he w

as tr

ying t

o wr

ite an

edito

rial p

oetic

al en

ough

to b

e rep

rinte

d in

�e M

ontg

omer

y Adv

ertis

er. H

ow co

uld

this

be so

, I w

onde

red,

as I

read

Mr.

Und

erwo

od's

edito

rial. S

ense

less k

illin

g--T

om h

ad b

een

give

n du

e pro

cess

of la

w to

the d

ay o

f his

deat

h; h

e had

bee

n tri

ed o

penl

y and

conv

icted

by t

welve

good

men

and

true;

my

fathe

r had

foug

ht fo

r him

all t

he w

ay. �

en M

r. Und

erwo

od's

mea

ning

bec

ame c

lear:

Attic

us h

ad u

sed

ever

y too

l ava

ilabl

e to

free m

en to

save

Tom

Rob

inso

n, bu

t in

the s

ecre

t

cour

ts of

men

's he

arts

Attic

us h

ad n

o ca

se. T

om w

as a

dead

man

the m

inut

e May

ella E

well

open

ed h

er m

outh

and

scre

amed

.. To

Kill

a Moc

king

bird

"Why

coul

dn't

I mas

h hi

m?"

I

aske

d. "B

ecau

se th

ey d

on't

both

er yo

u," J

em an

swer

ed in

the d

arkn

ess.

He h

ad tu

rned

out

his

read

ing l

ight

. "Re

ckon

you'r

e at t

he st

age n

ow w

here

you

don't

kill

�ies

and

mos

quito

es

now,

I re

ckon

," I s

aid. "

Lem

me k

now

when

you

chan

ge yo

ur m

ind.

Tell

you

one t

hing

, tho

ugh,

I ain

't go

nna s

it ar

ound

and

not s

crat

ch a

redb

ug."

"Aw

dry u

p," h

e ans

were

d dr

owsil

y.

Jem

was

the o

ne w

ho w

as ge

tting

mor

e lik

e a gi

rl ev

ery d

ay, n

ot I.

Com

forta

ble,

I lay

on

my b

ack

and

waite

d fo

r slee

p, an

d wh

ile w

aitin

g I th

ough

t of D

ill. H

e had

left

us th

e �rst

of t

he

mon

th w

ith �

rm as

sura

nces

that

he w

ould

retu

rn th

e min

ute s

choo

l was

out

-he g

uesse

d hi

s fol

ks h

ad go

t the

gene

ral i

dea t

hat h

e lik

ed to

spen

d hi

s sum

mer

s in

May

com

b. M

iss R

ache

l

took

us w

ith th

em in

the t

axi t

o M

ayco

mb

Junc

tion,

and

Dill

wav

ed to

us f

rom

the t

rain

win

dow

until

he w

as o

ut o

f sig

ht. H

e was

not

out

of m

ind:

I m

issed

him

. �e l

ast t

wo d

ays o

f his

time w

ith u

s, Je

m h

ad ta

ught

him

to sw

im- T

augh

t him

to sw

im. I

was

wid

e awa

ke, r

emem

berin

g wha

t Dill

had

told

me.

Bark

er's

Eddy

is at

the e

nd o

f a d

irt ro

ad o

� th

e Mer

idian

high

way a

bout

a m

ile fr

om to

wn. I

t is e

asy t

o ca

tch a

ride d

own

the h

ighw

ay o

n a c

otto

n wa

gon

or fr

om a

passi

ng m

otor

ist, a

nd th

e sho

rt wa

lk to

the c

reek

is ea

sy, b

ut th

e pro

spec

t of

walk

ing a

ll th

e way

bac

k ho

me a

t dus

k, wh

en th

e tra

�c i

s lig

ht, is

tire

som

e, an

d sw

imm

ers a

re

care

ful n

ot to

stay

too

late.

Acco

rdin

g to

Dill

, he a

nd Je

m h

ad ju

st co

me t

o th

e hig

hway

whe

n th

ey sa

w At

ticus

driv

ing t

owar

d th

em. H

e

look

ed li

ke h

e had

not

seen

them

, so

they

bot

h wa

ved.

Attic

us �

nally

slow

ed d

own;

whe

n th

ey ca

ught

up

with

him

he s

aid, "

You'd

bette

r cat

ch a

ride b

ack.

I won

't be

goin

g hom

e for

a wh

ile."

Calp

urni

a was

in th

e bac

k se

at. J

em p

rote

sted,

then

plea

ded,

and

Attic

us sa

id, "

All

right

, you

can

com

e with

us i

f you

stay

in th

e car.

" On

the w

ay to

Tom

Rob

inso

n's, A

tticu

s tol

d

them

wha

t had

hap

pene

d. �

ey tu

rned

o�

the h

ighw

ay, r

ode s

lowl

y by t

he d

ump

and

past

the E

well

resid

ence

,

down

the n

arro

w lan

e to

the N

egro

cabi

ns. D

ill sa

id a

crow

d of

blac

k ch

ildre

n we

re p

layin

g mar

bles

in T

om's

front

yard

. Atti

cus p

arke

d th

e car

and

got o

ut. C

alpur

nia f

ollo

wed

him

thro

ugh

the f

ront

gate.

Dill

hea

rd h

im

ask

one o

f the

child

ren,

"Whe

re's

your

mot

her, S

am?"

and

hear

d Sa

m sa

y, "S

he d

own

at S

is

Stev

ens's

, Mr. F

inch

. Wan

t me r

un fe

tch h

er?"

Dill

said

Atti

cus l

ooke

d un

certa

in,

then

he s

aid ye

s, an

d Sa

m sc

ampe

red

o�. "

Go

on w

ith yo

ur ga

me,

boys

," At

ticus

said

to th

e ch

ildre

n. A

little

girl

cam

e to

child

ren.

A li

ttle g

irl ca

me t

o th

e cab

in d

oor a

nd st

ood

look

ing

at A

tticu

s. D

ill sa

id h

er h

air w

as a

wad

of ti

ny st

i� p

igta

ils, e

ach

endi

ng in

a br

ight

bow

. She

Wan

t me r

un fe

tch h

er?"

Dill

said

Atti

cus l

ooke

d un

certa

in, t

hen

he sa

id ye

s, an

d Sa

m sc

ampe

red

o�. "

Go

on w

ith yo

ur g

ame,

boys

," At

ticus

said

to th

e

Attic

us to

ld th

em w

hat h

ad h

appe

ned.

�ey

turn

ed o

� th

e hig

hway

, rod

e slo

wly b

y the

dum

p an

d pa

st th

e Ewe

ll re

siden

ce, d

own

the n

arro

w lan

e to

the

wave

d. At

ticus

�na

lly sl

owed

dow

n; w

hen

they

caug

ht u

p wi

th h

im h

e said

, "Yo

u'd b

ette

r cat

ch a

ride b

ack.

I won

't be

goin

g hom

e for

a wh

ile."

Calp

urni

a

is ea

sy, b

ut th

e pro

spec

t of w

alkin

g all

the w

ay b

ack

hom

e at d

usk,

when

the t

ra�

c is l

ight

, is ti

reso

me,

and

swim

mer

s are

care

ful n

ot to

stay

too

late.

is ea

sy, b

ut th

e pro

spec

t of w

alkin

g all

the w

ay b

ack

hom

e at d

usk,

when

the t

ra�

c is l

ight

, is ti

reso

me,

and

swim

mer

s are

care

ful n

ot to

stay

too

late.

read

ing

light

. "Re

ckon

you'r

e at t

he st

age n

ow w

here

you

don'

t kill

�ies

and

mos

quito

es n

ow, I

reck

on,"

I said

. "Le

mm

e kno

w wh

en yo

u ch

ange

your

min

d.

gene

ral i

dea t

hat h

e lik

ed to

spen

d hi

s sum

mer

s in

May

com

b. M

iss R

ache

l too

k us

with

them

in th

e tax

i to

May

com

b Ju

nctio

n, an

d D

ill

was g

ettin

g m

ore l

ike a

girl

ever

y day

, not

I. C

omfo

rtabl

e, I l

ay o

n m

y bac

k an

d wa

ited

for s

leep,

and

while

wait

ing I

thou

ght o

f Dill

. He

him

to sw

im- T

augh

t him

to sw

im. I

was

wid

e awa

ke, r

emem

berin

g wh

at D

ill h

ad to

ld m

e. Ba

rker

's Ed

dy is

at th

e end

of a

dirt

road

o�

the M

erid

ian

dirt.

Just

fell

down

in th

e dirt

, like

a gi

ant w

ith a

big

foot

just

cam

e alo

ng an

d ste

pped

on

her. J

ust u

mp-

-" D

ill's

fat fo

ot h

it th

e gro

und.

"Lik

e you

'd ste

p on

her h

is �n

ger. S

he gr

abbe

d it

and

he ea

sed

her d

own

the s

teps

. �en

he g

ave h

er to

Calp

urni

a. Sa

m w

as tr

ottin

g beh

ind

his m

othe

r whe

n th

ey ca

me u

p. D

ill

thro

ugh

the f

ront

gate.

Dill

hea

rd h

im as

k on

e of t

he ch

ildre

n, "W

here

's yo

ur m

othe

r, Sam

?" an

d he

ard

Sam

say,

"She

dow

n at

Sis

Stev

ens's

, Mr. F

inch

.

Neg

ro ca

bins

. Dill

said

a cr

owd

of b

lack

child

ren

were

play

ing

mar

bles

in T

om's

front

yard

. Atti

cus p

arke

d th

e car

and

got o

ut. C

alpur

nia f

ollo

wed

him

was i

n th

e bac

k se

at. J

em p

rote

sted,

then

plea

ded,

and

Attic

us sa

id, "

All

right

, you

can

com

e with

us i

f you

stay

in th

e car.

" On

the w

ay to

Tom

Rob

inso

n's,

Acco

rdin

g to

Dill

, he a

nd Je

m h

ad ju

st co

me t

o th

e hig

hway

whe

n th

ey sa

w At

ticus

driv

ing t

owar

d th

em. H

e loo

ked

like h

e had

not

seen

them

, so

they

bot

h

high

way a

bout

a m

ile fr

om to

wn. I

t is e

asy t

o ca

tch a

ride d

own

the h

ighw

ay o

n a c

otto

n wa

gon

or fr

om a

passi

ng m

otor

ist, a

nd th

e sho

rt wa

lk to

the c

reek

To K

ill a

Moc

king

bird

"Why

coul

dn't

I mas

h hi

m?"

I as

ked.

"Bec

ause

they

don

't bo

ther

you,

" Jem

answ

ered

in th

e dar

knes

s. H

e had

turn

ed o

ut h

is

had

left u

s the

�rst

of t

he m

onth

with

�rm

assu

ranc

es th

at h

e wou

ld re

turn

the m

inut

e sch

ool w

as o

ut-h

e gue

ssed

his f

olks

had

got t

he

Tell

you

one t

hing

, tho

ugh,

I ain

't go

nna s

it ar

ound

and

not s

crat

ch a

redb

ug."

"Aw

dry u

p," h

e ans

were

d dr

owsil

y. Je

m w

as th

e one

who

wave

d to

us f

rom

the t

rain

win

dow

until

he w

as o

ut o

f sig

ht. H

e was

not

out

of m

ind:

I m

issed

him

. �e l

ast t

wo d

ays o

f his

time w

ith u

s, Je

m h

ad ta

ught

To K

ill a

Moc

king

bird

"Why

coul

dn't

I mas

h hi

m?"

I as

ked.

"Bec

ause

they

don

't bo

ther

you,

" Jem

answ

ered

in th

e dar

knes

s. H

e had

turn

ed o

ut h

is re

adin

g

grin

ned

from

ear t

o ea

r and

walk

ed to

ward

our

fath

er, b

ut sh

e was

too

small

to n

avig

ate t

he st

eps.

Dill

said

Atti

cus w

ent t

o he

r, too

k o�

his

hat,

and

o�er

ed

said

Hele

n sa

id, "

'even

in', M

r. Fin

ch, w

on't

you

have

a se

at?"

But

she d

idn'

t say

any m

ore.

Neit

her d

id A

tticu

s. "S

cout

," sa

id D

ill, "

she j

ust f

ell d

own

in th

e

To Kill a Mockingbird

"Why couldn't

I mash him?" I

asked. "Because they don't bother you," Jem

answered in the darkness. He

had turned

out his

reading light. "Reckon you're at the stage now where

you don't kill

gonna

sit around

and not

scratch a

redbug."

"Aw dry

up," he

answered

drowsily.

Jem was the

one who was

getting more

like a girl

every day, not

I. Comfortable,

I lay on my

back and

waited for sleep,

and while

waiting I

thought of Dill.

He had left us

the �rst of

the month

with �rm

assurances

that he

would

return the

minute

school was

To Kill a

Mock-

ingbird

"Why

couldn't

I mash

him?" I

asked.

"Because

they don't

bother

you," Jem

answered in

the darkness. He

had turned

out his

reading light.

"Reckon

you're at the

stage now

where you don't

kill �ies and

mosquitoes now, I

reckon," I said.

"Lemme know

when you

change your

mind. Tell

you one

thing,

though,

I ain't

Nigger always comes out in 'em. A fe

w m

ore details,

assurances th a t he

spend his summers in Maycomb. Miss Rachel took us with them in the taxi to Maycomb Junction, and Dill waved to us from the train window until he was out of sight. He was not out of mind: I missed him. �e last two days of his time with us, Jem

guessed his folks had got the general idea that he liked to spend his summers in Maycomb. Miss Rachel took us with them in the taxi to Maycomb Junction, and Dill waved to us from the train window until he was out of

had taught him to swim- Taught him to swim. I was wide awake, remembering what Dill had told me. Barker's Eddy is at the end of a dirt road o� the Meridian highway about a mile from town. It is easy to

"All right,

you can come with us if you stay in the car." On the way to Tom Robinson's, Atticus told them what had happened. �ey turned o� the highway, rode slowly by the dump and

past the Ewell residence, down the narrow lane to the Negro cabins. Dill

said a crowd of black children were playing marbles in Tom's front yard.

Atticus parked the car and got out. Calpurnia followed him through the

front gate. Dill heard him ask one of the children, "Where's your mother,

Sam?" and heard Sam say, "She down at Sis Stevens's, Mr. Finch. Want me

run fetch her?" Dill said Atticus looked uncertain, then he said yes, and

Sam scampered o�. "Go on with your game, boys," Atticus said

to the children. A little girl came to the cabin door and stood looking at

Atticus. Dill said her hair was a wad of tiny sti� pigtails, each ending in

a bright bow. She grinned from ear to ear and walked toward

our father, but she was too small to navigate the

steps. Dill said Atticus went to

her, took o� his hat, and

o�ered her his �nger.

She grabbed it

and he eased her down the steps.

�en he gave her to Calpurnia. Sam was

trotting behind his mother when they came

up. Dill said Helen said, "'evenin', Mr. Finch,

won't you have a seat?" But she didn't say any

more. Neither did Atticus. "Scout," said

Dill, "she just fell down in the dirt. Just fell

down in the dirt, like a giant with a big foot

just came along and stepped on her. Just

ump--" Dill's fat foot hit the ground. "Like you'd

step on an ant." Dill said Calpurnia and Atticus lifted Helen

to her feet and half carried, half walked her to the cabin. �ey stayed inside a long time, and Atticus came out alone. When they drove back by the dump, some of the Ewells

hollered at them, but Dill didn't catch what they said. Maycomb was interested by the news of Tom's death for perhaps two days; two days was enough for the information to spread through the county. "Did you hear about?.... No? Well,

they say he was runnin' �t to beat lightnin'..." To Maycomb, Tom's death was typical. Typical of a nigger to cut and run. Typical of a nigger's mentality to have no plan, no thought for the future, just run

blind �rst chance he saw. Funny thing, Atticus Finch might've got him o� scot free, but wait-? Hell no.

You know how they are. Easy come, easy go. Just

shows you, that Robinson boy

then pleaded,

and Atticus said, "All right, you can come with us if you stay in the car." On the way to Tom Robinson's, Atticus told them what had happened.

�ey turned o� the highway, rode slowly by the dump and past the Ewell

residence, down the narrow lane to the Negro cabins. Dill said a crowd of black

children were playing marbles in Tom's front yard. Atticus parked the car

and got out. Calpurnia followed him through the front gate. Dill heard him

ask one of the children, "Where's your mother, Sam?" and heard Sam

say, "She down at Sis Stevens's, Mr. Finch. Want me run fetch her?" Dill

said Atticus looked uncertain, then he said yes, and Sam scampered

o�. "Go on with your game, boys," Atticus said to

the children. A little girl came

to the cabin door and

stood looking at

Atticus. Dill said her hair was a wad

of tiny sti� pigtails, each ending in a bright bow.

She grinned from ear to ear and walked toward

our father, but she was too small to navigate

the steps. Dill said Atticus went to her,

took o� his hat, and o�ered her his �nger.

She grabbed it and he eased her down the

steps. �en he gave her to Calpurnia. Sam was trotting

behind his mother when they came up. Dill said Helen said, "'evenin', Mr. Finch, won't you have a seat?" But she didn't say any more. Neither did Atticus. "Scout," said Dill,

"she just fell down in the dirt. Just fell down in the dirt, like a giant with a big foot just came along and stepped on her. Just ump--" Dill's fat foot hit the ground. "Like you'd step on an ant." Dill said Calpurnia and Atticus lifted Helen to her

feet and half carried, half walked her to the cabin. �ey stayed inside a long time, and Atticus came out alone. When they drove back by the dump, some of the

Ewells hollered at them, but Dill didn't catch what they said. May-

comb was interested by the news of Tom's death for perhaps two

�ies a

nd m

osqu

ito

es now, I reckon," I said. "Lemme kn

ow when you ch

ange

your mind. Tell you one thing, though, I ain't gonna sit

arou

nd and not scr a tch a redbug." "Aw dry up,"

was legally married, they say he kept himself clean, went to church and all that, but when it comes down to the line the veneer's mighty thin.

month with �rm

in the Colored New s, but there was al

so an editorial. Mr. B. B. Underw

ood was at

his

most bitter, and he couldn't have enablin

g the listener to repeat his version in turn, then noth

ing to t

alk

about u

ntil �

e Mayc

omb Tribune appeared the following �ursday. �ere was a brief obituary

waited for sleep, and while waiting I thought

every day, not I. Comfortable, I lay on my back and

who was g

etting m

ore lik

e a gi

rl

he answ

ered d

rowsily

. Jem was

the one

up,

" he a

nswere

d drow

sily. Je

m was the

swim-mers are careful not to stay too late. Ac-cord-ing to Dill, he and Jem had just come to the highway when they saw At-ticus driv-ing toward them. He looked like he had not seen them, so they both waved. Atticus �nally slowed down; when they caught up with him he said, "You'd better catch a ride back. I won't be going home for a while." Calpurnia was in the back seat. Jem protested, then plead- ed, and Atti-cus said, "All

To Kill a

Mock-ingbird

"Why couldn't I mash him?" I

asked. "Because they don't bother you," Jem

answered in the darkness. He had

turned out his reading light.

"Reckon you're at

the

To Kill a

Mock-ingbird

"Why couldn't I mash him?" I

asked. "Because they don't bother you," Jem

answered in the darkness. He had

turned out his reading light.

"Reckon you're at

the

had got the gen-eral idea that he liked to spend his summers in May-comb. Miss

Rachel took us with them in the taxi to May-comb Junction, and Dill waved to us from the train window until he was out of sight. He was not out of mind: I missed him. �e last two days of his time with us, Jem had taught him to swim- Taught him to swim. I was wide awake, remem-bering what Dill had told me. Bark-er's Eddy is catch a ride down the highway on a cotton wagon or from a passing motorist, and the short walk to the creek is easy, but the prospect of walking all the way back home at dusk, when the tra�c is light, is tiresome, and

n's, At-ti-cus told them what had hap-pened. the car." On the way to Tom Rob-in-so

�ey turned o� the highway, rode slowly by the dump and past the Ewell resi-dence, down the right, you can come with us if you stay in Dill

narrow lane to the N egro cabins.

stage now where you don't kill �ies

and mosquitoes now, I reckon," I said. "Lemme know when you

change your mind. Tell you one thing, though, I ain't gonna sit around and not scratch a

redbug." "Aw dry up," he answered drowsily. Jem was the one who was getting

more like a girl every day, not I. Comfortable, I lay on my back and waited for sleep,

and while waiting I thought of Dill. He had left us the �rst of the month with �rm assurances that he would return the minute school was out-he guessed his folks

dead man

of Dill. He had left us the

thought of Dill. He had

out-he guessed his folks had got the gen-er-

us the �rst of the month with �rm assurances that he would return the minute school was out-he g

us the �rst of the month with �rm assurances that he would return the minute school was out-he g

us the �rst of the month with �rm assurances that he would return the minute school was out-he g

us the �rst of the month with �rm assurances that he would return the minute school was out-he g

us the �rst of the month with �rm assurances that he would return the minute school was out-he g

gen-eral idea that he gen-eral idea that he

gen-eral idea that he

gen-eral idea that he gen-eral idea that he

gen-eral idea that he gen-eral idea that he gen-eral idea that he

liked to al idea that he

Mr. U

nderw

ood c

ould

holler till he sweated and write whateve

r he wanted to, he'

d still

get h

is adv

ert

ising and subscriptions. If he wanted to make a fool of himse

lf in his

cared les

s who

cance

led advertising and subscriptions. (But Mayc

omb didn't p

lay th

at wa

y:

on a

cotton wagon or from a passing motorist, and the short walk to the creek is easy, but the

prospect of walking all the way back home at dusk, when the tra�c is light, is tiresome, and swimmers are careful not to stay too late. According to Dill, he and Jem had just come to the highway when they saw Atticus driving toward them. He looked like he had not seen them, so they

both waved. Atticus �nally slowed down; when they caught up with him he said, "You'd better catch a ride back. I won't be going home for a while."

Calpurnia was in the back seat.

highway on a cotton wagon or from a passing motorist, and the short walk to the creek is easy,

but the prospect of walking all the way back home at dusk, when the tra�c is light, is tiresome, and swimmers are careful not to stay too late. According to Dill, he and Jem had just come to the highway when they saw Atticus driving toward them. He looked like he had not seen

them, so they both waved. Atticus �nally slowed down; when they caught up with him he said, "You'd better catch a ride back. I won't be going home

for a while." Calpurnia was in

Jem pro-tested, then

pleaded, and Atticus said, would return the minute school was out-he guessed his folks had got the general idea that he liked to spend his summers in Maycomb. Miss Rachel took us with them in the taxi to Maycomb Junction, and Dill waved to us from the train window until he was out of sight. He was not out of mind: I missed him. �e last two days of his time with us, Jem had taught him to swim- Taught him to swim. I was wide awake, remembering what Dill had told me. Barker's Eddy is at the end of a dirt road o� the Meridian highway about a mile from town. It is easy to catch a ride down the

highway

or

from

a passing m

o-tor-ist, and the short walk to the creek is e

or

from

a passi

ng

mo-tor

-ist

, an

d the

sh

ort wal

k to

the

creek

is e

At-ticus driving toward them. He

looked like he had not seen them, so they both waved. Atti-cus �nally slowed down; when they caught up with him he said, "You'd better catch a ride back. I won't be going home for a while." Calpurnia was in the back seat. Jem protested, then pleaded, and Atticus said, "All right, you can come with us if you stay in the car." On the way to Tom Robinson's, Atticus told them what had happened. �ey turned o� the highway, rode slowly by the dump and past the Ewell resi-dence, down the narrow lane to

play-ing marbles in Tom's front yard. Atticus parked the car and got out. Calpurnia followed him through the front gate. Dill heard him ask one of the chil

the Negro cabins. Dill said a crowd of black children were

that he would return the minute school was

out-he guessed his folks had got the general idea that he liked to spend his summers in Maycomb. Miss Rachel took us with them in the taxi to

Maycomb Junction, and Dill waved to us from the train window until he was out of sight. He was not out of mind: I missed him. �e last two days of his time with us, Jem had taught him to swim- Taught

him to swim. I was wide awake, remembering what Dill had told me. Barker's Eddy is at the end of a dirt road o� the Meridian highway about a mile from town. It is easy to catch a ride down the

To

Kill a Mock-ingbird "W

hy couldn't I

mash him?" I

asked. "Because

they don't bother

you," Jem

answered in the

darkness. He had

turned out his reading

light. "Reckon you're at

the stage now where

you don't kill �ies and

mosquitoes now, I

reckon," I said. "Lemme

know when you change

your mind. Tell you one

thing, though, I ain't gonna

sit around and not scratch a

redbug." "Aw dry up," he

answered drowsily. Jem was the

one who was getting more like a

girl every day, not I. Comfortable, I

lay on my back and waited for sleep,

and while waiting I thought of Dill. He

had left

change

your mind. Tell you

one thing,

though, I

ain't gonna

sit around

and not

scratch a

redbug." "Aw

dry up," he

answered

drowsily. Jem was

the one who was

getting more like

a girl

To

Kill

a

Mock-ingbird

"Why couldn't I

mash him?" I

asked. "Because they

don't bother you," Jem

answered in the darkness.

He had turned out his reading

light. "Reckon you're at the stage now

where you don't kill �ies and

mosquitoes now, I reckon," I

said. "Lemme know when

you change your mind.

Tell you one thing,

though, I ain't

gonna

us th

e �rst

of t

he

mon

th with �rm assurances that

he w

ou

ld return the m

inute school w

as

sens

eless

slaug

hter

sens

eless

slaug

hter

sens

eless

slaug

hter

sens

eless

At-ticus driving toward them. He looked like he had not seen them, so they both waved. Atticus �nally slowed down; when they caught up with him he said, "You'd better catch a ri

Atticus driving toward them. He

looked like he had not seen

them, so they both waved.

Atticus

Atticus driving toward them. He

looked like he had not seen

them, so they both waved.

Atticus

Atticus driving toward them. He

looked like he had not seen

them, so they both waved.

Atticus

Atticus driving toward them. He

looked like he had not seen

them, so they both waved.

Atticus

Atticus driving toward them. He

looked like he had not seen

them, so they both waved.

Atticus

Atticus driving toward them. He

looked like he had not seen

them, so they both waved.

Atticus

highway on a cotton wagon or from a p a s s -

ing motorist, and the short walk to the creek is easy, but the prospect of walking all the way back home at dusk, when the tra�c is light, is

tiresome, and swimmers are careful not to stay too late. According to Dill, he and

Jem had just come

u s the �rst of the month with �rm assurances that he would return the minute school was us the �rst of the month with � r m assurances that he

u s the �rst of the month with �rm assurances that he would return the minute school was us the �rst of the month with �rm assurances that he

us the �rst of the month with �rm assur-ances that he would return the minute school was out-he g

until he was out o f s i gh t . H e w a s not out o f mind: I missed h i m . � e l a s t t w o days of his time w i t h us, Jem h a d t a u g h t him to s w i m - Taught him to swim. senseless slaughter of songbirds by hunters and children

enabling the listener to repeat his version in turn, then nothing to talk about until �e M

aycomb Tribune appeared the following �

ursday. �ere was a brief obituary in the C

olored New

s, but there was als

o an

edito

rial.

Mr.

B. B

. Und

erwo

od w

as at

his

mos

t bitt

er, a

nd h

e co

uldn

't ha

ve ca

red

less w

ho ca

ncele

d ad

verti

sing

and

subs

crip

tions

. (Bu

t May

com

b di

dn't

play

that

way

: Mr. Underw

ood

could

holle

r till

he sw

eate

d and

writ

e wha

teve

r he

want

ed to

, he'd still get his advertising and subscrip tions. If he wanted to m

ake a

lifted

Hele

n to

her

feet

and

half

carri

ed, h

alf w

alked

her to

the c

abin. C

an �ey s

tayed inside a l

ong time, and Atticus came

and st

eppe

d on

her

. Jus

t um

p--"

Dill

's fat

foot

hit t

he gr

ound

. "Like

you'd

step on an ant." D

ill said Calpurnia and Atticus

no thought for the future, just run blind �rst

blind �rst chance he saw. Funny thing, Atticus

Typical of a nigger's mentality to have no plan,

typical. Typical of a nigger to cut and run.

lightnin'..." To Maycomb, Tom's death was

said, "All right, yo

u can co

me with

us if

you s

tay in

the c

ar." O

n th

e way

to T

om R

obin

son'

s, A

tticu

s tol

d th

em w

hat h

ad ha

ppened.

all the way back home at dusk, when the tra�

c is lig

ht, is

tireso

me, an

d swi

mm

ers a

re ca

refu

l not

to st

ay to

o lat

e. A

ccor

ding

to D

ill, he

and J

em had just

come to the highway when they saw Attic

us dri

ving t

oward

them

. He l

ooke

d lik

e he h

ad n

ot se

en th

em, s

o th

ey b

oth

wave

d. At

ticus

�nally

slowed down; when they caught up with him

he said, "You'd better catch a ride back. I won't be going home for a while." Calpurnia was in the back seat. Jem protested, then plead

ed,

and A

tticu

s

It is easy to catch a ride down the highway on a cotton wagon or from a passing m

otorist, and the short walk to the creek is easy, but the prospect of walking him. �e last two days

of his t

ime w

ith us

, Jem h

ad ta

ught

him

to sw

im- T

augh

t hi m

to sw

im. I

was

wid

e awa

ke, re

membe

rin

g what D

ill had told me. Barker's Eddy

liked to spend his summers

in Mayc

omb.

Miss Rach

el too

k us

school was out-he guesse

d his folks h

ad got th

e genera

l idea

that h

e

out a

lone

. Whe

n th

ey d

rove

back

by th

e dum

p, som

e of th

e E

wells holle

red at

them, but Dill d

idn't catch what they said.

now where you don't kill �ies and mosquitoes now, I reckon," I

said.

my

back

and w

aited for sleep, and while waiting I

mor

e lik

e a gi

rl eve

ry day, n

ot I. Comfortable, I lay on

then he said yes, and Sam scampered o�. "Go on with your game, boys," A

tticus said to the to

ward

our

fath

er, b

ut sh

e was

too

small

to n

aviga

te th

e step

s. Dill

said Attic

us went to

her, took o� his hat, and o�ered her

Atti

cus.

Dill

said

her

hair

was

a wa

d of

tiny

sti�

pigta

ils, e

ach en

ding in

a bright bow. She grinned from ear to ear and walked

For Well, they say he was runnin' �t to beat

Just shows yo

u, that R

obinson boy was l

egally marri

ed, they s

ay he k

ept him

self

"Lemme know when you change your mind. Tell you one thing, though,

thou

ght o

f Dill

. He h

ad le

ft us

the �

rst of

the m

onth

with �r

m assur

ances that h

e would retu

rn the minute school was

out-

he g

uesse

d hi

s fol

ks h

ad go

t the

gene

ral id

ea tha

t he l

iked t

o spen

d his summers

in Maycomb. Miss Rachel took us with them in the taxi to M

aycomb Junction, and D

ill waved to us from the train window until he was out of sight. He was not out of mind: I missed

�ey

turn

ed o

� th

e hig

hway

, rode

slow

ly by

the d

ump a

nd pa

st t

he Ewell

residence, d

own the narrow lane to the Negro

cabi

ns. D

ill sa

id a

crow

d of

blac

k chi

ldren

were

play

ing m

arbles

in Tom

's front ya

rd. Atticus parked the car and got out.

county. "Did you hear

abou

t?....

No?

the information to spread th

rough

the

days; two days was enoug

h for

death for perhaps t

wo

the news of Tom's

Maycomb was interested

by

clean, went to

church

and all that, b

ut when it c

oTo Kill

a

Attic

us. "

Scou

t," sa

id D

ill, "

she j

ust f

ell d

own

in th

e dirt

. Just

fell d

own in

the d

irt, like a

giant with a big foot just came along

up,"

he an

swere

d drow

sily. Jem

was the one who was getting

thou

gh, I

ain'

t gon

na sit

around and not scratch a redbug." "Aw dry

kinkin

kin kin

he was out of window until

mind: I missed

him. �e last

two days

sight. He was

not out o f

k i nS hthey are. Easy

kingbir

mockcome, easy go.

You know how wait-? Hell no.

M

ockingbird "W

hy couldn't I mash him?"

I

asked. "B

ecause t

hey don't bother y

ou," J

em

answered in the darkness.

He

had

tur

ned out his re

ading lig

ht.

"Reck

on you're

at

the sta

ge

of the month with �rm ass

urances

that he w

ould return th

e minu

te

when

they

cam

e up

. Dill

said

Hele

n sa

id, "

'even

in', M

r. Finc

h, won

't you

have a s

eat?" But sh

e didn't say any more. Neither did

his �

nger

. She

gra

bbed

it an

d he

ease

d he

r dow

n the

step

s. �en

he ga

ve her t

o Calp

urnia. Sam was trotting behind his mother

To K

ill a

Moc

king

bird

"W

hy

Calpurn

ia fol

lowed him through the fro

nt gate. Dill heard him ask

said.

"Lem

me

know

when

you change your mind. Tell you one thing,

kin

chance he saw. Funny

thing, Atticus Finch

ki

nkink

i

might've got him o�

scot free,

but

ki n

kin

for sleep, an

d while waitin

g I thought of D

ill. He h

ad left us th

e �rst

girl every day, not I. C

omfortable, I

lay on my back

and waited

drowsily. Jem

was the one who was g

etting more li

ke a

scratch a redbug." "Aw dry up," he answered

I ain't gonna sit aro

und and not ch

ildre

n. A

littl

e gi

rl ca

me

to th

e cab

in d

oor a

nd st

ood l

ookin

g at

taxi

to

the Maycomb

Junc

tion,

and Dill

wave

d to

us

with

them in th

e

ldre

n an

ds by

chi

song

bir

ghter

o

f

less s

lau-

mos

quito

es n

ow, I

reck

on," I

you

don'

t ki

ll �i

es an

d

the s

ense

ngbir

dut

but

from

th

e so

ng t

rain

d

hunt

ers

on

e of th

e children, "W

here's your mother, Sam?" and said Atticus looked

u n c e r t a i n ,

at th

e sta

ge n

ow w

here

light

. "R

ecko

n yo

u're

coul

dn't

I m

ash

him

?"

I

rdre ing

bi mock kill a

remem

ber

it's a

sin to

in the

secret courts of men's hearts Atticus had no case. in the secret courts of men's heart

s Attic

us ha

d no

cas

e.

heard Sam say,

"She down at Sis

Stevens's, Mr. Finch. Want

me run fetch her?" Dill

aske

d.

"Bec

ause

th

ey

don't

bo

ther

you

," Je

m a

nswe

red

in

the

dark

ness

. H

e ha

d tu

rned

out

in h

is re

adin

g

is at th

e end

of a

dirt r

oad o

� th

e Mer

idian

hig

hway

abou

t a m

ile fr

om to

wn.

kin bbu

t remem rem

embe

r it's a sin

t

kin to

kin to

kill a

m

oc kin kikin kin

To K

ill a

Moc

king

bird

"Why

coul

dn't

I mas

h hi

m?"

I ask

ed.

"Bec

ause

they

don

't bo

ther

you,

" Jem

answ

ered

in th

e dar

knes

s. H

e had

turn

ed

out h

is re

adin

g lig

ht. "

Reck

on yo

u're a

t the

stag

e now

whe

re yo

u do

n't k

ill �

ies an

d

mos

quito

es n

ow, I

reck

on,"

I said

. "Le

mm

e kno

w wh

en yo

u ch

ange

your

min

d. Te

ll yo

u

one t

hing

, tho

ugh,

I ain

't go

nna s

it ar

ound

and

not s

crat

ch a

redb

ug."

"Aw

dry u

p," h

e

answ

ered

dro

wsily

. Jem

was

the o

ne w

ho w

as ge

tting

mor

e lik

e a gi

rl ev

ery d

ay, n

ot I.

Com

forta

ble,

I lay

on

my b

ack

and

waite

d fo

r slee

p, an

d wh

ile w

aitin

g I th

ough

t of D

ill. H

e

had

left u

s the

�rst

of t

he m

onth

with

�rm

assu

ranc

es th

at h

e wou

ld re

turn

the m

inut

e

scho

ol w

as o

ut-h

e gue

ssed

his f

olks

had

got t

he ge

nera

l ide

a tha

t he l

iked

to sp

end

his

sum

mer

s in

May

com

b. M

iss R

ache

l too

k us

with

them

in th

e tax

i to

May

com

b Ju

nctio

n, an

d

Dill

wav

ed to

us f

rom

the t

rain

win

dow

until

he w

as o

ut o

f sig

ht. H

e was

not

out

of m

ind:

I m

issed

him

. �e l

ast t

wo d

ays o

f his

time w

ith u

s, Je

m h

ad ta

ught

him

to sw

im- T

augh

t him

to sw

im. I

was

wid

e

awak

e, re

mem

berin

g wha

t Dill

had

told

me.

Bark

er's

Eddy

is at

the e

nd o

f a d

irt ro

ad o

� th

e Mer

idian

high

way a

bout

a m

ile fr

om to

wn. I

t is e

asy t

o ca

tch a

ride d

own

the h

ighw

ay o

n a c

otto

n wa

gon

or

from

a pa

ssing

mot

orist

, and

the s

hort

walk

to th

e cre

ek is

easy,

but

the p

rosp

ect o

f walk

ing a

ll th

e

way b

ack

hom

e at d

usk,

when

the t

ra�

c is l

ight

, is ti

reso

me,

and

swim

mer

s are

care

ful n

ot to

stay

too

late.

Acco

rdin

g to

Dill

, he a

nd Je

m h

ad ju

st co

me t

o th

e hig

hway

whe

n th

ey sa

w At

ticus

driv

ing t

owar

d th

em. H

e

look

ed li

ke h

e had

not

seen

them

, so

they

bot

h wa

ved.

Attic

us �

nally

slow

ed d

own;

whe

n th

ey ca

ught

up

with

him

he sa

id, "

You'd

bet

ter c

atch

a rid

e bac

k. I w

on't

be go

ing h

ome f

or a

while

." C

alpur

nia w

as in

the b

ack

seat

. Jem

prot

este

d, th

en p

leade

d, an

d At

ticus

said

, "A

ll rig

ht, y

ou ca

n co

me w

ith u

s if y

ou st

ay in

the c

ar." O

n th

e way

to

Tom

Rob

inso

n's, A

tticu

s tol

d th

em w

hat h

ad h

appe

ned.

�ey

turn

ed o

� th

e hig

hway

, rod

e slo

wly b

y the

dum

p an

d pa

st th

e Ewe

ll re

siden

ce, d

own

the n

arro

w lan

e to

the N

egro

cabi

ns. D

ill sa

id a

crow

d of

blac

k

child

ren

were

play

ing m

arbl

es in

Tom

's fro

nt ya

rd. A

tticu

s par

ked

the c

ar an

d go

t out

. Calp

urni

a fol

lowe

d hi

m th

roug

h

the f

ront

gate.

Dill

hea

rd h

im as

k on

e of t

he ch

ildre

n, "W

here

's yo

ur m

othe

r, Sam

?" an

d he

ard

Sam

say,

"She

dow

n at

Sis S

teve

ns's,

Mr. F

inch

. Wan

t me r

un fe

tch h

er?"

Dill

said

Atti

cus l

ooke

d un

certa

in, t

hen

he sa

id ye

s, an

d Sa

m

scam

pere

d o�

. "G

o on

with

your

gam

e, bo

ys,"

Attic

us sa

id to

the c

hild

ren.

A li

ttle g

irl ca

me t

o th

e cab

in d

oor a

nd st

ood

look

ing a

t Atti

cus.

Dill

said

her

hair

was

a wa

d of

tiny

sti�

pig

tails

, eac

h en

ding

in a

brig

ht b

ow. S

he gr

inne

d

from

ear t

o ea

r and

walk

ed to

ward

our

fath

er, b

ut sh

e was

too

small

to n

avig

ate t

he st

eps.

Dill

said

Attic

us w

ent t

o he

r, too

k o�

his

hat,

and

o�er

ed h

er h

is �n

ger. S

he gr

abbe

d it

and

he ea

sed

her d

own

the s

teps

. �en

he

gave

her

to C

alpur

nia.

Sam

was

trot

ting b

ehin

d hi

s mot

her w

hen

they

cam

e up.

Dill

said

Hele

n sa

id, "

'even

in', M

r. Fin

ch, w

on't

you

have

a se

at?"

But s

he d

idn't

say a

ny m

ore.

Neit

her d

id A

tticu

s. "S

cout

," sa

id D

ill, "

she j

ust f

ell d

own

in th

e dirt

. Jus

t fell

dow

n in

the d

irt, li

ke

a gian

t with

a bi

g foo

t jus

t cam

e alo

ng an

d ste

pped

on

her. J

ust u

mp-

-" D

ill's

fat fo

ot h

it th

e gro

und.

"Lik

e you

'd ste

p on

an an

t." D

ill sa

id C

alpur

nia

and

Attic

us li

fted

Hele

n to

her

feet

and

half

carri

ed, h

alf w

alked

her

to th

e cab

in. �

ey st

ayed

insid

e a lo

ng ti

me,

and

Attic

us ca

me o

ut al

one.

Whe

n th

ey

drov

e bac

k by

the d

ump,

som

e of t

he E

wells

hol

lered

at th

em, b

ut D

ill d

idn't

catch

wha

t the

y said

. May

com

b wa

s int

eres

ted

by th

e new

s of T

om's

deat

h

for p

erha

ps tw

o da

ys; t

wo d

ays w

as en

ough

for t

he in

form

atio

n to

spre

ad th

roug

h th

e cou

nty.

"Did

you

hear

abou

t?....

No?

Well

, the

y say

he w

as ru

nnin

' �t

to b

eat l

ight

nin'.

.." T

o M

ayco

mb,

Tom

's de

ath

was t

ypica

l. Typ

ical o

f a n

igge

r to

cut a

nd ru

n. Ty

pica

l of a

nig

ger's

men

talit

y to

have

no

plan

, no

thou

ght

for t

he fu

ture

, just

run

blin

d �r

st ch

ance

he s

aw. F

unny

thin

g, At

ticus

Fin

ch m

ight

've go

t him

o�

scot

free

, but

wait

-? H

ell n

o. Yo

u kn

ow h

ow th

ey ar

e.

Easy

com

e, ea

sy go

. Jus

t sho

ws yo

u, th

at R

obin

son

boy w

as le

gally

mar

ried,

they

say h

e kep

t him

self

clean

, wen

t to

chur

ch an

d all

that

, but

whe

n it

com

es

down

to th

e lin

e the

vene

er's

mig

hty t

hin.

Nig

ger a

lway

s com

es o

ut in

'em

. A fe

w m

ore d

etail

s, en

ablin

g the

liste

ner t

o re

peat

his

versi

on in

turn

, the

n no

thin

g to

talk

abou

t unt

il �e M

ayco

mb T

ribun

e app

eare

d th

e fol

lowi

ng �

ursd

ay. �

ere w

as a

brief

obi

tuar

y in

the

Col

ored

New

s, bu

t the

re w

as al

so an

edito

rial. M

r. B. B

. Und

erwo

od w

as at

his

mos

t bitt

er, an

d he

coul

dn't

have

care

d les

s who

canc

eled

adve

r-

tisin

g and

subs

crip

tions

. (Bu

t May

com

b di

dn't

play

that

way

: Mr. U

nder

wood

coul

d ho

ller t

ill h

e swe

ated

and

write

wha

teve

r he

want

ed

to, h

e'd st

ill ge

t his

adve

rtisin

g and

subs

crip

tions

. If h

e wan

ted

to m

ake a

fool

of h

imse

lf in

his

pape

r tha

t was

his

busin

ess.)

Mr. U

nder

wood

did

n't ta

lk ab

out m

iscar

riage

s of j

ustic

e, he

was

writ

ing s

o ch

ildre

n co

uld

unde

rstan

d.

Mr. U

nder

wood

sim

ply �

gure

d it

was a

sin

to k

ill cr

ippl

es, b

e the

y sta

ndin

g, sit

ting,

or es

capi

ng. H

e lik

ened

Tom

's

deat

h to

the s

ense

less s

laugh

ter o

f son

gbird

s by h

unte

rs an

d ch

ildre

n, an

d M

ayco

mb

thou

ght h

e was

tryin

g to

write

an ed

itoria

l poe

tical

enou

gh to

be r

eprin

ted

in �

e Mon

tgom

ery A

dver

tiser.

How

coul

d th

is be

so, I

won

dere

d, as

I

read

Mr. U

nder

wood

's ed

itoria

l. Sen

seles

s kill

ing-

-Tom

had

bee

n gi

ven

due p

roce

ss of

law

to th

e day

of h

is de

ath;

he

had

been

tried

ope

nly a

nd co

nvict

ed b

y twe

lve go

od m

en an

d tru

e; m

y fat

her h

ad fo

ught

for h

im al

l the

way

. �en

Mr.

Und

erwo

od's

mea

ning

bec

ame c

lear:

Attic

us h

ad u

sed

ever

y too

l ava

ilabl

e to

free m

en to

save

Tom

Rob

inso

n, bu

t in

the

secr

et co

urts

of m

en's

hear

ts At

ticus

had

no

case

. Tom

was

a de

ad m

an th

e min

ute M

ayell

a Ewe

ll op

ened

her

mou

th an

d sc

ream

ed.. T

o

Kill

a Moc

king

bird

"Why

coul

dn't

I mas

h hi

m?"

I ask

ed. "

Beca

use t

hey d

on't

both

er yo

u," J

em an

swer

ed in

the d

arkn

ess.

He h

ad tu

rned

out h

is re

adin

g lig

ht. "

Reck

on yo

u're a

t the

stag

e now

whe

re yo

u do

n't k

ill �

ies an

d m

osqu

itoes

now

, I re

ckon

," I s

aid. "

Lem

me k

now

when

you

chan

ge yo

ur m

ind.

Tell

you

one t

hing

, tho

ugh,

I ain

't go

nna s

it ar

ound

and

not s

crat

ch a

redb

ug."

"Aw

dry u

p," h

e ans

were

d dr

owsil

y.

Jem

was

the o

ne w

ho w

as ge

tting

mor

e lik

e a gi

rl ev

ery d

ay, n

ot I.

Com

forta

ble,

I lay

on

my b

ack

and

waite

d fo

r slee

p, an

d wh

ile

waiti

ng I

thou

ght o

f Dill

. He h

ad le

ft us

the �

rst o

f the

mon

th w

ith �

rm as

sura

nces

that

he w

ould

retu

rn th

e min

ute s

choo

l

was o

ut-h

e gue

ssed

his f

olks

had

got t

he ge

nera

l ide

a tha

t he l

iked

to sp

end

his s

umm

ers i

n M

ayco

mb.

Miss

Rac

hel t

ook

us

with

them

in th

e tax

i to

May

com

b Ju

nctio

n, an

d D

ill w

aved

to u

s fro

m th

e tra

in w

indo

w un

til h

e was

out o

f sig

ht. H

e was

not

out

of m

ind:

I m

issed

him

. �e l

ast t

wo d

ays o

f his

time w

ith u

s, Je

m h

ad ta

ught

him

to sw

im- T

augh

t him

to sw

im. I

was

wid

e awa

ke, r

emem

berin

g wha

t Dill

had

told

me.

Bark

er's

Eddy

is at

the e

nd o

f a d

irt ro

ad o

� th

e Mer

idian

hig

hway

abou

t a

mile

from

town

. It i

s eas

y to

catch

a rid

e dow

n th

e hig

hway

on

a cot

ton

wago

n or

from

a pa

ssing

mot

orist

, and

the s

hort

walk

to th

e cre

ek is

easy,

but

the p

rosp

ect o

f walk

ing a

ll th

e way

bac

k ho

me a

t dus

k, wh

en th

e tra

�c i

s lig

ht, is

tire

som

e, an

d sw

imm

ers a

re ca

refu

l not

to st

ay to

o

late.

Acco

rdin

g to

Dill

, he a

nd Je

m h

ad ju

st co

me t

o th

e hig

hway

whe

n th

ey sa

w At

ticus

driv

ing t

owar

d th

em. H

e loo

ked

like h

e had

not s

een

them

, so

they

bot

h wa

ved.

Attic

us �

nally

slow

ed d

own;

whe

n th

ey ca

ught

up

with

him

he s

aid, "

You'd

bet

ter c

atch

a rid

e bac

k. I w

on't

be go

ing h

ome f

or a

while

." C

alpur

nia

was i

n th

e bac

k se

at. J

em p

rote

sted,

then

plea

ded,

and

Attic

us sa

id, "

All

right

, you

can

com

e

with

us i

f you

stay

in th

e car.

" On

the w

ay to

Tom

Rob

inso

n's, A

tticu

s tol

d th

em w

hat h

ad

happ

ened

. �ey

turn

ed o

� th

e hig

hway

, rod

e slo

wly b

y the

dum

p an

d pa

st th

e Ewe

ll

resid

ence

, dow

n th

e nar

row

lane t

o th

e Neg

ro ca

bins

. Dill

said

a cr

owd

of b

lack

child

ren

were

play

ing m

arbl

es in

Tom

's fro

nt ya

rd. A

tticu

s par

ked

the c

ar an

d go

t out

. Calp

urni

a fol

lowe

d hi

m

thro

ugh

the f

ront

gate.

Dill

hea

rd h

im as

k on

e of t

he ch

ildre

n, "W

here

's yo

ur m

othe

r, Sam

?" an

d he

ard

Sam

say,

"She

dow

n at

Sis

Stev

ens's

, Mr. F

inch

. Wan

t me r

un fe

tch h

er?"

Dill

said

Atti

cus l

ooke

d un

certa

in, t

hen

he sa

id ye

s,

and

Sam

scam

pere

d o�

. "G

o on

with

your

gam

e, bo

ys,"

Attic

us sa

id to

the c

hild

ren.

A li

ttle g

irl ca

me t

o th

e cab

in d

oor

and

stood

look

ing a

t Atti

cus.

Dill

said

her

hair

was

a wa

d of

tiny

sti�

pig

tails

, eac

h en

ding

in a

brig

ht b

ow. S

he gr

inne

d fro

m ea

r

to ea

r and

walk

ed

towa

rd o

ur fa

ther,

but

she w

as to

o sm

all to

nav

igat

e the

step

s. D

ill sa

id A

tticu

s wen

t to

her, t

ook

o� h

is ha

t, an

d o�

ered

her

his

�nge

r. She

grab

bed

it an

d he

ease

d he

r dow

n th

e ste

ps. �

en h

e gav

e her

to C

alpur

nia.

Sam

was

trot

ting b

ehin

d hi

s mot

her w

hen

they

cam

e up.

Dill

said

Hele

n

said

, "'ev

enin

', Mr. F

inch

, won

't yo

u ha

ve a

seat

?" Bu

t she

did

n't sa

y any

mor

e. N

eithe

r did

Atti

cus.

"Sco

ut,"

said

Dill

, "sh

e jus

t fell

dow

n in

the d

irt. J

ust f

ell d

own

in

the d

irt, li

ke a

gian

t with

a bi

g foo

t jus

t cam

e alo

ng an

d ste

pped

on

her. J

ust u

mp-

-" D

ill's

fat fo

ot h

it th

e gro

und.

"Lik

e you

'd ste

p on

an an

t." D

ill sa

id C

alpur

nia a

nd

Attic

us li

fted

Hele

n to

her

feet

and

half

carri

ed, h

alf w

alked

her

to th

e cab

in. �

ey st

ayed

insid

e a lo

ng ti

me,

and

Attic

us ca

me o

ut al

one.

Whe

n th

ey d

rove

bac

k by

the d

ump,

som

e of t

he E

wells

hol

lered

at th

em, b

ut D

ill d

idn't

catch

wha

t the

y said

. May

com

b wa

s int

eres

ted

by th

e new

s of T

om's

deat

h fo

r per

haps

two

days

; two

day

s was

enou

gh fo

r

the i

nfor

mat

ion

to sp

read

thro

ugh

the c

ount

y. "D

id yo

u he

ar ab

out?.

... N

o? W

ell, t

hey s

ay h

e was

runn

in' �

t to

beat

ligh

tnin

'..." T

o M

ayco

mb,

Tom

's de

ath

was t

ypica

l. Typ

ical o

f

a nig

ger t

o cu

t and

run.

Typi

cal o

f a n

igge

r's m

enta

lity t

o ha

ve n

o pl

an, n

o th

ough

t for

the f

utur

e, ju

st ru

n bl

ind

�rst

chan

ce h

e saw

. Fun

ny th

ing,

Attic

us F

inch

mig

ht've

got

him

o�

scot

free

, but

wait

-? H

ell n

o. Yo

u kn

ow h

ow th

ey ar

e. Ea

sy co

me,

easy

go. J

ust s

hows

you,

that

Rob

inso

n bo

y was

lega

lly m

arrie

d, th

ey sa

y he k

ept h

imse

lf cle

an,

went

to ch

urch

and

all th

at, b

ut w

hen

it co

mes

dow

n to

the l

ine t

he ve

neer

's m

ight

y thi

n. N

igge

r alw

ays c

omes

out

in 'e

m. A

few

mor

e det

ails,

enab

ling t

he li

stene

r

to re

peat

his

versi

on in

turn

, the

n no

thin

g to

talk

abou

t unt

il �e M

ayco

mb T

ribun

e app

eare

d th

e fol

lowi

ng �

ursd

ay. �

ere w

as a

brief

obi

tuar

y in

the

Col

ored

New

s, bu

t the

re w

as al

so an

edito

rial. M

r. B. B

. Und

erwo

od w

as at

his

mos

t bitt

er, an

d he

coul

dn't

have

care

d les

s who

canc

eled

adve

rtisin

g

and

subs

crip

tions

. (Bu

t May

com

b di

dn't

play

that

way

: Mr. U

nder

wood

coul

d ho

ller t

ill h

e swe

ated

and

write

wha

teve

r he w

ante

d to

, he'd

still

get h

is ad

verti

sing a

nd su

bscr

iptio

ns. I

f he w

ante

d to

mak

e a fo

ol o

f him

self

in h

is pa

per t

hat w

as h

is bu

sines

s.) M

r. Und

erwo

od

didn

't ta

lk ab

out m

iscar

riage

s of j

ustic

e, he

was

writ

ing s

o ch

ildre

n co

uld

unde

rstan

d. M

r. Und

erwo

od si

mpl

y �gu

red

it wa

s a

sin to

kill

crip

ples

, be t

hey s

tand

ing,

sittin

g, or

esca

ping

. He l

iken

ed T

om's

deat

h to

the s

ense

less s

laugh

ter o

f son

gbird

s by h

unte

rs an

d ch

ildre

n, an

d M

ayco

mb

thou

ght h

e was

tryin

g to

write

an ed

itoria

l poe

tical

enou

gh to

be r

eprin

ted

in �

e Mon

tgom

ery A

dver

tiser.

How

coul

d th

is be

so, I

won

dere

d, as

I re

ad M

r.

Und

erwo

od's

edito

rial. S

ense

less k

illin

g--T

om h

ad b

een

give

n du

e pro

cess

of la

w to

the d

ay o

f his

deat

h; h

e had

bee

n tri

ed o

penl

y and

conv

icted

by t

welve

good

men

and

true;

my f

athe

r had

foug

ht fo

r him

all t

he w

ay. �

en M

r. Und

erwo

od's

mea

ning

bec

ame c

lear:

Attic

us h

ad u

sed

ever

y too

l ava

ilabl

e to

free

men

to sa

ve T

om R

obin

son,

but i

n th

e sec

ret c

ourts

of m

en's

hear

ts At

ticus

had

no

case

. Tom

was

a de

ad m

an th

e min

ute M

ayell

a Ewe

ll op

ened

her

mou

th an

d sc

ream

ed. T

o Ki

ll a M

ocki

ngbi

rd "W

hy co

uldn

't I m

ash

him

?" I a

sked

. "Be

caus

e the

y don

't bo

ther

you,

" Jem

answ

ered

in th

e dar

knes

s.

He h

ad tu

rned

out

his

read

ing l

ight

. "Re

ckon

you'r

e at t

he st

age n

ow w

here

you

don't

kill

�ies

and

mos

quito

es n

ow, I

reck

on,"

I said

. "Le

mm

e kno

w

when

you

chan

ge yo

ur m

ind.

Tell

you

one t

hing

, tho

ugh,

I ain

't go

nna s

it ar

ound

and

not s

crat

ch a

redb

ug."

"Aw

dry u

p," h

e ans

were

d dr

owsil

y. Je

m

was t

he o

ne w

ho w

as ge

tting

mor

e lik

e a gi

rl ev

ery d

ay, n

ot I.

Com

forta

ble,

I lay

on

my b

ack

and

waite

d fo

r slee

p, an

d wh

ile w

aitin

g I th

ough

t of D

ill. H

e

had

left u

s the

�rst

of t

he m

onth

with

�rm

assu

ranc

es th

at h

e wou

ld re

turn

the m

inut

e sch

ool w

as o

ut-h

e gue

ssed

his f

olks

had

got t

he ge

nera

l ide

a tha

t he

liked

to sp

end

his s

umm

ers i

n M

ayco

mb.

Miss

Rac

hel t

ook

us w

ith th

em in

the t

axi t

o M

ayco

mb

Junc

tion,

and

Dill

wav

ed to

us f

rom

the t

rain

win

dow

until

he

was o

ut o

f sig

ht. H

e was

not

out

of m

ind:

I m

issed

him

. �e l

ast t

wo d

ays o

f his

time w

ith u

s, Je

m h

ad ta

ught

him

to sw

im- T

augh

t him

to sw

im. I

was

wid

e awa

ke,

rem

embe

ring w

hat D

ill h

ad to

ld m

e. Ba

rker

's Ed

dy is

at th

e end

of a

dirt

road

o�

the M

erid

ian h

ighw

ay ab

out a

mile

from

town

. It i

s eas

y to

catch

a rid

e dow

n th

e hig

hway

on

a cot

ton

wago

n or

from

a pa

ssing

mot

orist

, and

the s

hort

walk

to th

e cre

ek is

easy,

but

the p

rosp

ect o

f walk

ing a

ll th

e way

bac

k ho

me a

t dus

k, wh

en th

e tra

�c i

s lig

ht, is

tire

som

e,

and

swim

mer

s are

care

ful n

ot to

stay

too

late.

Acco

rdin

g to

Dill

, he a

nd Je

m h

ad ju

st co

me t

o th

e hig

hway

whe

n th

ey sa

w At

ticus

driv

ing t

owar

d th

em. H

e loo

ked

like h

e had

not

seen

them

, so

they

bot

h wa

ved.

Attic

us �

nally

slow

ed d

own;

whe

n th

ey ca

ught

up

with

him

he s

aid, "

You'd

bet

ter c

atch

a rid

e bac

k. I w

on't

be go

ing h

ome f

or a

while

." C

alpur

nia w

as in

the

back

seat

. Jem

pro

teste

d, th

en p

leade

d, an

d At

ticus

said

, "A

ll rig

ht, y

ou ca

n co

me w

ith u

s if y

ou st

ay in

the c

ar." O

n th

e way

to T

om R

obin

son's

, Atti

cus t

old

them

wha

t had

hap

pene

d.

�ey

turn

ed o

� th

e hig

hway

, rod

e slo

wly b

y the

dum

p an

d pa

st th

e Ewe

ll re

siden

ce, d

own

the n

arro

w lan

e to

the N

egro

cabi

ns. D

ill sa

id a

crow

d of

blac

k ch

ildre

n we

re p

layin

g mar

bles

in T

om's

front

yard

. Atti

cus p

arke

d th

e car

and

got o

ut. C

alpur

nia f

ollo

wed

him

thro

ugh

the f

ront

gate.

Dill

hea

rd h

im as

k on

e of t

he ch

ildre

n, "W

here

's yo

ur m

othe

r, Sam

?" an

d

hear

d Sa

m sa

y, "S

he d

own

at S

is St

even

s's, M

r. Fin

ch. W

ant m

e run

fetch

her

?" D

ill sa

id A

tticu

s loo

ked

unce

rtain

, the

n he

said

yes,

and

Sam

scam

pere

d o�

. "G

o on

with

your

gam

e, bo

ys,"

Attic

us sa

id to

the c

hild

ren.

A li

ttle g

irl ca

me t

o th

e cab

in d

oor a

nd st

ood

look

ing a

t Atti

cus.

Dill

said

her

hair

was

a wa

d of

tiny

sti�

pig

tails

, eac

h en

ding

in a

brig

ht b

ow. S

he gr

inne

d fro

m ea

r to

ear a

nd w

alked

towa

rd o

ur fa

ther,

but

she w

as to

o sm

all to

nav

igat

e the

step

s. D

ill sa

id A

tticu

s wen

t to

her, t

ook

o� h

is ha

t,

and

o�er

ed h

er h

is �n

ger. S

he gr

abbe

d it

and

he ea

sed

her d

own

the s

teps

. �en

he g

ave h

er to

Calp

urni

a. Sa

m w

as tr

ottin

g beh

ind

his m

othe

r whe

n th

ey

cam

e up.

Dill

said

Hele

n sa

id, "

'even

in', M

r. Fin

ch, w

on't

you

have

a se

at?"

But s

he d

idn't

say a

ny m

ore.

Neit

her d

id A

tticu

s. "S

cout

," sa

id

Dill

, "sh

e jus

t fell

dow

n in

the d

irt. J

ust f

ell d

own

in th

e dirt

, like

a gi

ant w

ith a

big f

oot j

ust c

ame a

long

and

stepp

ed o

n he

r. Jus

t um

p--"

Dill

's fat

foot

hit

the g

roun

d.

"Lik

e you

'd ste

p on

an an

t." D

ill sa

id C

alpur

nia a

nd A

tticu

s lift

ed H

elen

to h

er fe

et an

d ha

lf ca

rried

, half

walk

ed h

er to

the c

abin

. �ey

stay

ed in

side a

long

tim

e, an

d

Attic

us ca

me o

ut al

one.

Whe

n th

ey d

rove

bac

k by

the d

ump,

som

e of t

he E

wells

hol

lered

at th

em, b

ut D

ill d

idn't

catch

wha

t the

y said

. May

com

b wa

s int

eres

ted

by

the n

ews o

f Tom

's de

ath

for p

erha

ps tw

o da

ys; t

wo d

ays w

as en

ough

for t

he in

form

atio

n to

spre

ad th

roug

h th

e cou

nty.

"Did

you

hear

abou

t?....

No?

Well

, the

y say

he

was r

unni

n' �t

to b

eat l

ight

nin'.

.." T

o M

ayco

mb,

Tom

's de

ath

was t

ypica

l. Typ

ical o

f a n

igge

r to

cut a

nd ru

n. Ty

pica

l of a

nig

ger's

men

talit

y to

have

no

plan

, no

thou

ght f

or th

e fut

ure,

just

run

blin

d �r

st ch

ance

he s

aw. F

unny

thin

g, At

ticus

Fin

ch m

ight

've go

t him

o�

scot

free

, but

wait

-? H

ell n

o. Yo

u kn

ow h

ow

they

are.

Easy

com

e, ea

sy go

. Jus

t sho

ws yo

u, th

at R

obin

son

boy w

as le

gally

mar

ried,

they

say h

e kep

t him

self

clean

, wen

t to

chur

ch an

d all

that

, but

when

it co

mes

dow

n to

the l

ine t

he ve

neer

's m

ight

y thi

n. N

igge

r alw

ays c

omes

out

in 'e

m. A

few

mor

e det

ails,

enab

ling t

he li

stene

r to

repe

at h

is

versi

on in

turn

, the

n no

thin

g to

talk

abou

t unt

il �e M

ayco

mb T

ribun

e app

eare

d th

e fol

lowi

ng �

ursd

ay. �

ere w

as a

brief

obi

tuar

y in

the C

olor

ed N

ews,

but t

here

was

also

an ed

itoria

l. Mr. B

. B. U

nder

wood

was

at h

is m

ost b

itter,

and

he co

uldn

't ha

ve ca

red

less w

ho ca

ncele

d ad

verti

sing a

nd su

bscr

iptio

ns. (

But

May

com

b di

dn't

play

that

way

: Mr. U

nder

wood

coul

d ho

ller t

ill h

e swe

ated

and

write

wha

teve

r he w

ante

d to

, he'd

still

get h

is ad

verti

sing a

nd su

bscr

iptio

ns. I

f he

want

ed to

mak

e a fo

ol

of h

imse

lf in

his

pape

r tha

t was

his

busin

ess.)

Mr. U

nder

wood

did

n't ta

lk ab

out m

iscar

riage

s of j

ustic

e, he

was

writ

ing s

o ch

ildre

n co

uld

unde

rstan

d.

Mr. U

nder

wood

sim

ply

�gur

ed it

was

a sin

to k

ill cr

ippl

es, b

e the

y sta

ndin

g, sit

ting,

or es

capi

ng. H

e lik

ened

Tom

's de

ath

to th

e sen

seles

s slau

ghte

r of s

ongb

irds b

y hun

ters

and

child

ren,

and

May

com

b th

ough

t he w

as tr

ying t

o wr

ite an

edito

rial p

oetic

al en

ough

to b

e rep

rinte

d in

�e M

ontg

omer

y Adv

ertis

er. H

ow co

uld

this

be so

, I w

onde

red,

as I

read

Mr.

Und

erwo

od's

edito

rial. S

ense

less k

illin

g--T

om h

ad b

een

give

n du

e pro

cess

of la

w to

the d

ay o

f his

deat

h; h

e had

bee

n tri

ed o

penl

y and

conv

icted

by t

welve

good

men

and

true;

my

fathe

r had

foug

ht fo

r him

all t

he w

ay. �

en M

r. Und

erwo

od's

mea

ning

bec

ame c

lear:

Attic

us h

ad u

sed

ever

y too

l ava

ilabl

e to

free m

en to

save

Tom

Rob

inso

n, bu

t in

the s

ecre

t

cour

ts of

men

's he

arts

Attic

us h

ad n

o ca

se. T

om w

as a

dead

man

the m

inut

e May

ella E

well

open

ed h

er m

outh

and

scre

amed

.. To

Kill

a Moc

king

bird

"Why

coul

dn't

I mas

h hi

m?"

I

aske

d. "B

ecau

se th

ey d

on't

both

er yo

u," J

em an

swer

ed in

the d

arkn

ess.

He h

ad tu

rned

out

his

read

ing l

ight

. "Re

ckon

you'r

e at t

he st

age n

ow w

here

you

don't

kill

�ies

and

mos

quito

es

now,

I re

ckon

," I s

aid. "

Lem

me k

now

when

you

chan

ge yo

ur m

ind.

Tell

you

one t

hing

, tho

ugh,

I ain

't go

nna s

it ar

ound

and

not s

crat

ch a

redb

ug."

"Aw

dry u

p," h

e ans

were

d dr

owsil

y.

Jem

was

the o

ne w

ho w

as ge

tting

mor

e lik

e a gi

rl ev

ery d

ay, n

ot I.

Com

forta

ble,

I lay

on

my b

ack

and

waite

d fo

r slee

p, an

d wh

ile w

aitin

g I th

ough

t of D

ill. H

e had

left

us th

e �rst

of t

he

mon

th w

ith �

rm as

sura

nces

that

he w

ould

retu

rn th

e min

ute s

choo

l was

out

-he g

uesse

d hi

s fol

ks h

ad go

t the

gene

ral i

dea t

hat h

e lik

ed to

spen

d hi

s sum

mer

s in

May

com

b. M

iss R

ache

l

took

us w

ith th

em in

the t

axi t

o M

ayco

mb

Junc

tion,

and

Dill

wav

ed to

us f

rom

the t

rain

win

dow

until

he w

as o

ut o

f sig

ht. H

e was

not

out

of m

ind:

I m

issed

him

. �e l

ast t

wo d

ays o

f his

time w

ith u

s, Je

m h

ad ta

ught

him

to sw

im- T

augh

t him

to sw

im. I

was

wid

e awa

ke, r

emem

berin

g wha

t Dill

had

told

me.

Bark

er's

Eddy

is at

the e

nd o

f a d

irt ro

ad o

� th

e Mer

idian

high

way a

bout

a m

ile fr

om to

wn. I

t is e

asy t

o ca

tch a

ride d

own

the h

ighw

ay o

n a c

otto

n wa

gon

or fr

om a

passi

ng m

otor

ist, a

nd th

e sho

rt wa

lk to

the c

reek

is ea

sy, b

ut th

e pro

spec

t of

walk

ing a

ll th

e way

bac

k ho

me a

t dus

k, wh

en th

e tra

�c i

s lig

ht, is

tire

som

e, an

d sw

imm

ers a

re

care

ful n

ot to

stay

too

late.

Acco

rdin

g to

Dill

, he a

nd Je

m h

ad ju

st co

me t

o th

e hig

hway

whe

n th

ey sa

w At

ticus

driv

ing t

owar

d th

em. H

e

look

ed li

ke h

e had

not

seen

them

, so

they

bot

h wa

ved.

Attic

us �

nally

slow

ed d

own;

whe

n th

ey ca

ught

up

with

him

he s

aid, "

You'd

bette

r cat

ch a

ride b

ack.

I won

't be

goin

g hom

e for

a wh

ile."

Calp

urni

a was

in th

e bac

k se

at. J

em p

rote

sted,

then

plea

ded,

and

Attic

us sa

id, "

All

right

, you

can

com

e with

us i

f you

stay

in th

e car.

" On

the w

ay to

Tom

Rob

inso

n's, A

tticu

s tol

d

them

wha

t had

hap

pene

d. �

ey tu

rned

o�

the h

ighw

ay, r

ode s

lowl

y by t

he d

ump

and

past

the E

well

resid

ence

,

down

the n

arro

w lan

e to

the N

egro

cabi

ns. D

ill sa

id a

crow

d of

blac

k ch

ildre

n we

re p

layin

g mar

bles

in T

om's

front

yard

. Atti

cus p

arke

d th

e car

and

got o

ut. C

alpur

nia f

ollo

wed

him

thro

ugh

the f

ront

gate.

Dill

hea

rd h

im

ask

one o

f the

child

ren,

"Whe

re's

your

mot

her, S

am?"

and

hear

d Sa

m sa

y, "S

he d

own

at S

is

Stev

ens's

, Mr. F

inch

. Wan

t me r

un fe

tch h

er?"

Dill

said

Atti

cus l

ooke

d un

certa

in,

then

he s

aid ye

s, an

d Sa

m sc

ampe

red

o�. "

Go

on w

ith yo

ur ga

me,

boys

," At

ticus

said

to th

e ch

ildre

n. A

little

girl

cam

e to

mash him

?" I asked. "Because they

To Kill a Mockingbird "W

hy couldn't I

don't bother you," Jem answered in

the darkness. He had turned out

his r

eadi

ng li

ght.

"Rec

kon

you'r

e at t

he st

age n

ow w

here

you

don'

t kill

�ies

and

mos

quito

es

now, I reckon," I said. "Lemm

e know when you change your m

ind. Tell you one thing, though, I

ain't gonna sit around and not scratch a redbug."

"Aw dry up," he answered drowsily. Jem was

the one who was getting more like a girl

every day, not I. Com

fortable, I lay on my back and

waited for sleep, and while waiting I

thought of Dill. H

e had left us the �rst of the m

onth with �rm assurances th

at h

e wou

ld re

turn

the m

inut

e sch

ool

was out-he

guessed his folks had got the

general idea

that he liked to spend his summ

ers in

mash him

?" I asked. "Because they

To Kill a Mockingbird "W

hy couldn't I

don't bother you," Jem answered in

the darkness. He had turned out

the darkness. He had turned out

the darkness. He had turned out

his r

eadi

ng li

ght.

"Rec

kon

you'r

e at t

he st

age n

ow w

here

you

don'

t kill

�ies

and

mos

quito

es

now, I reckon," I said. "Lemm

e know when you change your m

ind. Tell you one thing, though, I

ain't gonna sit around and not scratch a redbug."

"Aw dry up," he answered drowsily. Jem was

the one who was getting more like a girl

every day, not I. Com

fortable, I lay on my back and

waited for sleep, and while waiting I

thought of Dill. H

e had left us the �rst of the m

onth with �rm assurances th

at h

e wou

ld re

turn

the m

inut

e sch

ool

was out-he

guessed his folks had got the

general idea

that he liked to spend his summ

ers in

mash him

?" I asked. "Because they

mash him

?" I asked. "Because they

To Kill a Mockingbird "W

hy couldn't I

don't bother you," Jem answered in

the darkness. He had turned out

his r

eadi

ng li

ght.

"Rec

kon

you'r

e at t

he st

age n

ow w

here

you

don'

t kill

�ies

and

mos

quito

es

now, I reckon," I said. "Lemm

e know when you change your m

ind. Tell you one thing, though, I

ain't gonna sit around and not scratch a redbug."

"Aw dry up," he answered drowsily. Jem was

the one who was getting more like a girl

every day, not I. Com

fortable, I lay on my back and

waited for sleep, and while waiting I

thought of Dill. H

e had left us the �rst of the m

onth with �rm assurances th

at h

e wou

ld re

turn

the m

inut

e sch

ool

was out-he

guessed his folks had got the

general idea

general idea

that he liked to spend his summ

ers in

that he liked to spend his summ

ers in

that he liked to spend his summ

ers in

mash him

?" I asked. "Because they

To Kill a Mockingbird "W

hy couldn't I

To Kill a Mockingbird "W

hy couldn't I

don't bother you," Jem answered in

the darkness. He had turned out

his r

eadi

ng li

ght.

"Rec

kon

you'r

e at t

he st

age n

ow w

here

you

don'

t kill

�ies

and

mos

quito

es

now, I reckon," I said. "Lemm

e know when you change

your mind. Tell you one thing, though, I

ain't gonna sit around and not scratch a redbug."

"Aw dry up," he answered drowsily. Jem was

"Aw dry up," he answered drowsily. Jem was

"Aw dry up," he answered drowsily. Jem was

the one who was getting more like a girl

the one who was getting more like a girl

every day, not I. Com

fortable, I lay on my back and

waited for sleep, and while waiting I

thought of Dill. H

e had left us the �rst of the m

onth with �rm assurances th

at h

e wou

ld re

turn

the m

inut

e sch

ool

was out-he

guessed his folks had got the

general idea

that he liked to spend his summ

ers in

child

ren.

A li

ttle g

irl ca

me t

o th

e cab

in d

oor a

nd st

ood

look

ing

at A

tticu

s. D

ill sa

id h

er h

air w

as a

wad

of ti

ny st

i� p

igta

ils, e

ach

endi

ng in

a br

ight

bow

. She

Wan

t me r

un fe

tch h

er?"

Dill

said

Atti

cus l

ooke

d un

certa

in, t

hen

he sa

id ye

s, an

d Sa

m sc

ampe

red

o�. "

Go

on w

ith yo

ur g

ame,

boys

," At

ticus

said

to th

e

Attic

us to

ld th

em w

hat h

ad h

appe

ned.

�ey

turn

ed o

� th

e hig

hway

, rod

e slo

wly b

y the

dum

p an

d pa

st th

e Ewe

ll re

siden

ce, d

own

the n

arro

w lan

e to

the

wave

d. At

ticus

�na

lly sl

owed

dow

n; w

hen

they

caug

ht u

p wi

th h

im h

e said

, "Yo

u'd b

ette

r cat

ch a

ride b

ack.

I won

't be

goin

g hom

e for

a wh

ile."

Calp

urni

a

is ea

sy, b

ut th

e pro

spec

t of w

alkin

g all

the w

ay b

ack

hom

e at d

usk,

when

the t

ra�

c is l

ight

, is ti

reso

me,

and

swim

mer

s are

care

ful n

ot to

stay

too

late.

is ea

sy, b

ut th

e pro

spec

t of w

alkin

g all

the w

ay b

ack

hom

e at d

usk,

when

the t

ra�

c is l

ight

, is ti

reso

me,

and

swim

mer

s are

care

ful n

ot to

stay

too

late.

read

ing

light

. "Re

ckon

you'r

e at t

he st

age n

ow w

here

you

don'

t kill

�ies

and

mos

quito

es n

ow, I

reck

on,"

I said

. "Le

mm

e kno

w wh

en yo

u ch

ange

your

min

d.

gene

ral i

dea t

hat h

e lik

ed to

spen

d hi

s sum

mer

s in

May

com

b. M

iss R

ache

l too

k us

with

them

in th

e tax

i to

May

com

b Ju

nctio

n, an

d D

ill

gene

ral i

dea t

hat h

e lik

ed to

spen

d hi

s sum

mer

s in

May

com

b. M

iss R

ache

l too

k us

with

them

in th

e tax

i to

May

com

b Ju

nctio

n, an

d

was g

ettin

g m

ore l

ike a

girl

ever

y day

, not

I. C

omfo

rtabl

e, I l

ay o

n m

y bac

k an

d wa

ited

for s

leep,

and

while

wait

ing I

thou

ght o

f Dill

. He

him

to sw

im- T

augh

t him

to sw

im. I

was

wid

e awa

ke, r

emem

berin

g wh

at D

ill h

ad to

ld m

e. Ba

rker

's Ed

dy is

at th

e end

of a

dirt

road

o�

the M

erid

ian

dirt.

Just

fell

down

in th

e dirt

, like

a gi

ant w

ith a

big

foot

just

cam

e alo

ng an

d ste

pped

on

her. J

ust u

mp-

-" D

ill's

fat fo

ot h

it th

e gro

und.

"Lik

e you

'd ste

p on

her h

is �n

ger. S

he gr

abbe

d it

and

he ea

sed

her d

own

the s

teps

. �en

he g

ave h

er to

Calp

urni

a. Sa

m w

as tr

ottin

g beh

ind

his m

othe

r whe

n th

ey ca

me u

p. D

ill

thro

ugh

the f

ront

gate.

Dill

hea

rd h

im as

k on

e of t

he ch

ildre

n, "W

here

's yo

ur m

othe

r, Sam

?" an

d he

ard

Sam

say,

"She

dow

n at

Sis

Stev

ens's

, Mr. F

inch

.

Neg

ro ca

bins

. Dill

said

a cr

owd

of b

lack

child

ren

were

play

ing

mar

bles

in T

om's

front

yard

. Atti

cus p

arke

d th

e car

and

got o

ut. C

alpur

nia f

ollo

wed

him

was i

n th

e bac

k se

at. J

em p

rote

sted,

then

plea

ded,

and

Attic

us sa

id, "

All

right

, you

can

com

e with

us i

f you

stay

in th

e car.

" On

the w

ay to

Tom

Rob

inso

n's,

Acco

rdin

g to

Dill

, he a

nd Je

m h

ad ju

st co

me t

o th

e hig

hway

whe

n th

ey sa

w At

ticus

driv

ing t

owar

d th

em. H

e loo

ked

like h

e had

not

seen

them

, so

they

bot

h

high

way a

bout

a m

ile fr

om to

wn. I

t is e

asy t

o ca

tch a

ride d

own

the h

ighw

ay o

n a c

otto

n wa

gon

or fr

om a

passi

ng m

otor

ist, a

nd th

e sho

rt wa

lk to

the c

reek

To K

ill a

Moc

king

bird

"Why

coul

dn't

I mas

h hi

m?"

I as

ked.

"Bec

ause

they

don

't bo

ther

you,

" Jem

answ

ered

in th

e dar

knes

s. H

e had

turn

ed o

ut h

is

To K

ill a

Moc

king

bird

"Why

coul

dn't

I mas

h hi

m?"

I as

ked.

"Bec

ause

they

don

't bo

ther

you,

" Jem

answ

ered

in th

e dar

knes

s. H

e had

turn

ed o

ut

To K

ill a

Moc

king

bird

"Why

coul

dn't

I mas

h hi

m?"

I as

ked.

"Bec

ause

they

don

't bo

ther

you,

" Jem

answ

ered

in th

e dar

knes

s. H

e had

turn

ed o

ut

had

left u

s the

�rst

of t

he m

onth

with

�rm

assu

ranc

es th

at h

e wou

ld re

turn

the m

inut

e sch

ool w

as o

ut-h

e gue

ssed

his f

olks

had

got t

he

Tell

you

one t

hing

, tho

ugh,

I ain

't go

nna s

it ar

ound

and

not s

crat

ch a

redb

ug."

"Aw

dry u

p," h

e ans

were

d dr

owsil

y. Je

m w

as th

e one

who

wave

d to

us f

rom

the t

rain

win

dow

until

he w

as o

ut o

f sig

ht. H

e was

not

out

of m

ind:

I m

issed

him

. �e l

ast t

wo d

ays o

f his

time w

ith u

s, Je

m h

ad ta

ught

To K

ill a

Moc

king

bird

"Why

coul

dn't

I mas

h hi

m?"

I as

ked.

"Bec

ause

they

don

't bo

ther

you,

" Jem

answ

ered

in th

e dar

knes

s. H

e had

turn

ed o

ut h

is re

adin

g

grin

ned

from

ear t

o ea

r and

walk

ed to

ward

our

fath

er, b

ut sh

e was

too

small

to n

avig

ate t

he st

eps.

Dill

said

Atti

cus w

ent t

o he

r, too

k o�

his

hat,

and

o�er

ed

said

Hele

n sa

id, "

'even

in', M

r. Fin

ch, w

on't

you

have

a se

at?"

But

she d

idn'

t say

any m

ore.

Neit

her d

id A

tticu

s. "S

cout

," sa

id D

ill, "

she j

ust f

ell d

own

in th

e

To Kill A MockingbirdTo Kill a Mockingbird "Why couldn't I mash him?" I asked. "Because they don't bother you," Jem answered in the darkness. He had turned out his reading light. "Reckon you're at the stage now where you don't kill �ies and mosquitoes now, I reckon," I said. "Lemme know when you change your mind. Tell you one thing, though, I ain't gonna sit around and not scratch a redbug." "Aw dry up," he answered drowsily. Jem was the one who was getting more like a girl every day, not I. Comfortable, I lay on my back and waited for sleep, and while waiting I thought of Dill. He had left us the Jem answered in the darkness. Jem answered in the darkness. Jem answered in the darkness. Jem answered in the darkness. Jem answered in the darkness. Jem answered in the darkness. Jem answered in the darkness. Jem answered in the

looked uncertain, then he said yes, and Sam scampered o�. "Go on with your game, boys," Atticus said to the children. A little girl came to the cabin door and stood looking at Atticus. Dill said her hair was a wad of tiny sti� pigtails, each ending in a bright bow. She grinned from ear to ear and

�rst of the mon th

with �rm assurances

that he wou

ld return the

the step

s . D

ill sai

d Atticus

went to her, took o� his hat, and o�ered

wagon or fro m

a pas

sing

mot

orist

, and the short walk to the creek is easy, but

minute school was out-he guessed his folks had got the general idea that he liked to spend his summers in Maycomb. Miss Rachel took us with them in the taxi to Maycomb Junction, and Dill waved to us from the train window until he was out of sight. He was not out of mind: I missed him. �e last two days of his time with us, Jem had taught him to swim- Taught him to swim. I was wide awake, remembering what Dill had told me. Barker's Eddy is at the end of a dirt road o� the Meridian highway about a mile from town. It is easy to catch a ride down the highway on a cotton

"All righ

t, yo

u can co

me with us walking al l t

h

e

wa y bac

k

pleaded, and Atticus said,

Jem protested,

walked to ward

ou

r father, but she was too

what had happened

. �

e y turned o�

the highway,

small to navigate

ho

me at dusk, when th e tra

�c i

s

the prospect of

to the Negro cabins. Dill said a crowd of black children were playing marbles in Tom's front yard. Atticus parked the car and got out. Calpurnia followed him through the front gate. Dill heard him ask one of the children, "Where's your mother, Sam?" and heard Sam say, "She down at Sis Stevens's, Mr. Finch. Want me run fetch her?" Dill said Atticus

Jem answer

ed in the answered in the darkness.

Jem answered in the darkness. Jem answered in the Jem answered in the darkness. Jem answered in the

won't be going home for a while." Calpurnia was in the back seat. Jem protested, then

rode slowly by the dump and past the Ewell residence, down the narrow lane if you stay in the car." On the way to Tom

�nally slowed down; when they caught up with him he said, "You'd better catch a ride back. I light, is tiresome, and swimmers are careful not to stay too late. According to Dill, he and Jem answered in the darkness. Jem answered in the darkness. Jem answered Jem answered in the darkness. Jem answered in the darkness. Jem

answered in the darkness. Jem answered in the darkness. Jem

," Jem answered in the darkness," Jem answered in the darkness," Jem answered in the Jem answered

," Jem answered in the darkness," Jem answered in the darkness," Jem answered in the Jem answered in the darkness. Jem answered in the darkness. Jem answered in the darkness.

Jem answered in the darkness. Jem answered in the darkness. Jem answered answered i n the d

arkness. Jem

Jem

in th

e d

arkness looked l

ike he had not se

en

t hem

, so

they

both waved. Atticu

s

Jem had just come to the highway when they saw Atticus driving toward them. He

Robinson's, Atticus told

them

in the c

ar." On the way to To

m R

obi

. "Go on with

Jem answered in the darkness

o�

s c ot

free,

but wait-?

Hel

l

Finch might've

got

him

Mr.

Finc

h, w

on't

you have a seat?" But she didn't say any more. Neither did A

tticus. "Scout," said Dill, "she just fell down in the dirt. Just fe

ll dow

n in

the d

irt, l

ike a

gian

t with

a big

foot

just c

ame a

long

and

stepped on her. Just um

p--"

w

as to

o sm

all to navigate the steps. Dill said Atticus went to her, took o� his hat, and o�ered her his �nger. She gra

bbed

it an

d he

ease

d he

r dow

n th

e step

s. �en

he g

ave h

er to

Cal

purnia. Sam was tro

tting

down; when they caught up w

ith him he said, "You'd better catch a ri

de back

. I wo

n't be

goin

g hom

e for

a wh

ile."

just come to the highway when they saw Atticus driving toward them. H e l

ooke

d lik

e he h

ad n

ot se

en th

em, s

o th

ey b

oth

wave

d. A

tticu

s �na

lly sl

owed

To K

ill a

Moc

kingb

ird "Why couldn't I mash him

?" I asked. "Because they don't bother you," Jem answered in the darkness. H

e had turned out h

is re

adin

g lig

ht. "

Rec

kon

you'

re at

the s

tage

now

whe

re yo

u do

n't k

ill �

ies a

nd

of tiny s

ti� pigtails, each ending i n a bright bow. She grinned from ea

r to

ear a

nd w

alked tow

ard

our f

athe

r, b

ut she

gonna sit around and not scratch a redbug." "Aw dry up," he answered drowsily. Jem was the one who was getting more like a girl every day, not I. Com fo

rtabl

e, I l

ay on m

y back and waited for sleep, and while

you're at the stage now where you don't kill �ies and mosquitoes now, I reckon," I said. "L

emm

e know when you ch ange

your

mind. Tell you one thing, though, I ain't

past th

e Ewell residence, down the narrow lane to the Negro cabins. D

ill said a crowd of black children were playing marbles in Tom's front yard. A

tticus parked the car and got out. Calpurnia fo

llowe

d hi

m th

roug

h th

e fro

nt g

ate.

Dill

hea

rd h

im as

k on

e of t

he ch

ildre

n,

Calpurn ia w as in the back seat. Jem protested, then pleaded, and A

tticus said, "All right, you can com

e with us if you stay in the car." On the w

ay to Tom R

obinson's, Atticus told them wha

t had

hap

pene

d. �

ey tu

rned

o�

the h

ighw

ay, r

ode s

lowl

y by t

he d

ump a

nd

I said. "Lemm

e know when you change you

r min

d. Te

ll yo

u on

e thi

ng, t

houg

h, I

ain'

t gon

na si

t aro

und

and

not s

crat

ch a

redb

u

g." "Aw dry up," he answered drowsily. Jem was the

of a

dirt

road

o�

the M

erid

ian

high

way a

bout

a m

ile fr

om to

wn. I

t is e

asy

to ca

tch

a rid

e dow

n th

e hig

hway

on

a cot

ton

wag

on o

r fro

m a

pass

ing

mot

orist

, and

the s

hort

walk

to th

e cre

ek is

easy

, but

the p

rosp

ect o

f walk

ing

all th

e way

bac

k ho

me a

t dus

k, wh

en th

e tra

�c i

s lig

ht, i

s tire

som

e, an

d sw

imm

ers a

re ca

refu

l not

to st

ay to

o lat

e. A

ccor

ding

to D

ill, h

e and

Jem

had

he'd still get his advertising and subscriptions. If he wanted to m

ake a fooUnderwood sim

ply �gured it was a sin to kill cripples, be they standing, sitting, or escaping. He likened Tom

's death to the senseless slaughter of songbirds by hunters and children, and Maycom

b To Kill a Mockingbird "W

hy couldn't I mash him

?" I asked. "Because they don't bother you," Jem answered in the darkness. H

e had turned out his reading

he'd still get his advertising and subscriptions. If he wanted to m

ake a fooUnderwood sim

ply �gured it was a sin to kill cripples, be they standing, sitting, or escaping. He likened Tom

's death to the senseless slaughter of songbirds by hunters and children, and Maycom

b To Kill a Mockingbird "W

hy couldn't I mash him

?" I asked. "Because they don't bother you," Jem answered in the darkness. H

e had turned out his reading

he'd still get his advertising and subscriptions. If he wanted to m

ake a fooUnderwood sim

ply �gured it was a sin to kill cripples, be they standing, sitting, or escaping. He likened Tom

's death to the senseless slaughter of songbirds by hunters and children, and Maycom

b To Kill a Mockingbird "W

hy couldn't I mash him

?" I asked. "Because they don't bother you," Jem answered in the darkness. H

e had turned out his reading

he'd still get his advertising and subscriptions. If he wanted to m

ake a fooUnderwood sim

ply �gured it was a sin to kill cripples, be they standing, sitting, or escaping. He likened Tom

's death to the senseless slaughter of songbirds by hunters and children, and Maycom

b To Kill a Mockingbird "W

hy couldn't I mash him

?" I asked. "Because they don't bother you," Jem answered in the darkness. H

e had turned out his reading

he'd still get his advertising and subscriptions. If he wanted to m

ake a fooUnderwood sim

ply �gured it was a sin to kill cripples, be they standing, sitting, or escaping. He likened Tom

's death to the senseless slaughter of songbirds by hunters and children, and Maycom

b To Kill a M

ockingbird "Why couldn't I m

ash him?" I asked. "Because they don't bother you," Jem

answered in the darkness. He had turned out his

he'd still get his advertising and subscriptions. If he wanted to m

ake a fooUnderwood sim

ply �gured it was a sin to kill cripples, be they standing, sitting, or escaping. He likened Tom

's death to the senseless slaughter of songbirds by hunters and children, and Maycom

b To Kill a Mockingbird "W

hy couldn't I mash him

?" I asked. "Because they don't bother you," Jem answered in the darkness. H

e had turned out his

to Maycom

b Junction, and Dill waved to us from

the train window until he was out of sight. He w as

not

out

of m

ind:

I missed him. �

e last two days of his time with us, Jem

had taught him to s wim- Taught

him to

swim

. I w

as w

ide a

wake

, rem

embe

ring

what

Dill

had

told

me.

Bark

er's

Edd

y is

at th

e end

waiting I thought of D

ill. He had left us the �rst of the m

onth with � rm as

surances that he would return the minute school w

as out-he guessed his folks had got the g

enera

l idea

that

he li

ked

to sp

end

his s

umm

ers i

n M

ayco

mb.

Miss

Rac

hel t

ook

us w

ith th

em in

the t

axi

Sis S

teve

ns's,

Mr.

Finc

h. Want m

e run fetch her?" Dill said A

tticus looked unce

rtain

, the

n he

said

yes,

one w

ho was getting m

ore like a

Mr. U

nderw

ood

coul

d ho

ller t

ill h

e sw

eate

d an

d w

rite w

hate

ver h

e wan

ted

to,

mosquitoe m

osquitoe

s now

, I re

ckon

,"

girl

ever

y da

y, not I. Comfortable, I lay on m

y back and waited for sleep, and

whi

le wa

iting

I th

ough

t o

f Dill

.

He

h

ad left us the �rst of the month with �rm

assurances that he would return the minute school w

as o

ut-h

e gue

ssed

his

folk

s had

got

the

gene

ral i

de

a that he l i k ed to

spen

d hi

s sum

mer

s in

children. A little girl came to the ca bin d

oor a

nd st

ood l

ooking a

t Atti

cus.

Dill

said

her

hair was a wad

behind his m

other

when

they

cam

e up.

Dill

sa

id Helen said, "'evenin',

To Kill a Mockingbird "W

h y couldn't I mash him?" I asked. "Because they don't bother you," Jem

answered in the darkness. He had turned out his reading light. "R

eckon

he'd

still

get

his

adve

rtisin

g an

d su

bscr

iptio

ns. I

f he

wan

ted

to m

ake

a foo

l scr

iptio

ns. I

f he w

ante

d to

mak

e a fo

ol

"Whe

re's

your

mot

her,

Sam?" and heard Sam

say,

"She

dow

n at

and Sam scam

p

ered

o�.

"Go

on w

ith yo

ur g

ame,

b oy

s," Atticus said to the

them in the taxi to Maycomb Jun

ction, and Dill waved to us from the train

Maycomb. M

iss Ra

chel to

ok us

with

residence, down the narrow

lane to the Negro cabins. D

ill said a crowd of black children were playing marbles in Tom

's front yard. Atticus parked the car and got out. Calpurnia followed him through the front gate. D

ill heard him ask one of the children, "W

here's . She grinned from ear to ear and walked tow

ard our father,

the car." On the way to Tom Robinson's, Atticus told them

what had happened. �ey turned o� the highway, rode slowly by the dum

p and past the Ewell

the car." On the way to

Tom Robinson's, Atticus told them what had happened. �

ey turned o� the highway, rode slowly by the dump and past the

the car." On the way to

Tom Robinson's, Atticus told them what had happened. �

ey turned o� the highway, rode slowly by the dump and past the

home for a while." C

alpurnia was in the back seat. Jem protested, then pleaded, and A

tticus said, "All right, you can come with us if you stay

had just

come

to the

highway when

they saw

A

tticus driving

toward them

. H

e looked

like he

had not

seen them

, s o

they both waved.

Atticus �nally

slowed

down;

when

they caught

up w

ith him

he

said, "You'd

better catch

a ride

back. I

won't be

going

had just come to the highway when they saw A

tticus driving toward them

. He looked like he had not seen them

, so they both waved. A

tticus �nally slowed down; when they caught up with him he said, "You'd better catch a ride back. I won't be going To Kill a Mockingbird "W

hy couldn't I mash him

?" I asked.

had just come to the highway when they saw A

tticus driving toward them

. He looked like he had not seen them

, so they both waved. A

tticus �nally slowed down; when they caught up with him he said, "You'd better catch a ride back. I won't be going To Kill a Mockingbird "W

hy couldn't I mash him

?" I asked.

of la

w to the day of his death; he had been

of la

w to the day of his death; he had been

U

nderw

ood's editorial. Senseless killing--Tom had been g

iven

due

Unde

rw

ood's editorial. Senseless killing--Tom had been give

n du

e pr

oces

s th

ough

t he w

as trying to write an editorial poetical enough to be reprinted in �e Montgomery Advertiser. H

ow could

this

be so

, I w

onde

red,

as th

ough

t he w

as tr

ying to

write an editorial poetical enough to be reprinted in �e M

ontgomery Advertiser. How could this be s

o, I w

onde

red,

as I

read

Mr. th

ough

t he w

as tr

ying to

write an editorial poetical enough to be reprinted in �e M

ontgomery Advertiser. How could this be s

o, I w

onde

red,

as I

read

Mr.

Underwood simply �gured it was a sin to kill cripples, be they standing, sitting, or escaping. He likened Tom's death to

the s

ense

less s

l aug

hter

of s

ongb

irds b

y hun

ters

and

child

ren, an

d May co

mb

Underwood simply �gured it was a sin to kill cripples, be they standing, sitting, or escaping. He likened Tom's death to the sen

seless s

laugh

ter of

song

bird

s by h

unte

rs an

d ch

ildre

n, an

d M

ayco

mb To K

ill a M

ockin

gb

ird "W

hy

enabling the listener to repeat his version in turn, then nothi ng to talk about until �

e Maycomb Tribune appeared the following �

ursday. �ere was a brief obituary in the Colored Ne ws, but there was also an editorial. M

r. B. B. Underwood was at his m

ost bitter, and he couldn't have cared less who canceled advertising and subscriptions. (But Maycomb d

idn't play that w

ay:

was t

ypical.

Typic

al of

a nigg

er to

cut a

nd ru

n. Ty

pica

l of a

nig

ger's

men

tality to

hav

e no

plan

, no

thou

ght f

or th

e f

uture, just run blind �rst chance he saw. Funny thing, Atticus Finch might've got him o� scot free, but wait-? H

ell no. You know how they are. Easy com

e, easy go. Just shows you, that Robinson boy w

as legally married, they say he kept him

self clea n, went to

chur

ch an

d all

that

, but

whe

n it

com

es d

own

to th

e lin

e the

ven

eer's

mig

hty

thin

. Nig

ger a

lway

s com

es o

ut in

'em

. A fe

w m

ore

was t

ypical.

Typic

al of

a nigg

er to

cut a

nd ru

n. Ty

pica

l of a

nig

ger's

men

tality to

hav

e no

plan

, no

thou

ght f

or th

e f

uture, just run blind �rst chance he saw. Funny thing, Atticus Finch might've got him o� scot free, but wait-? H

ell no. You know how they are. Easy com

e, easy go. Just shows you, that R

obinson boy was legally m

arried, they say he kept himself clea n, went

to ch

urch

and

all t

hat,

but w

hen

it co

mes

dow

n to

the l

ine t

he v e

neer

's m

ight

y th

in. N

igge

r alw

ays c

omes

out

in 'e

m. A

few

mor

e

To Kill a M

ockingbird "Why couldn't I mash him?" I asked. "Because they don't bother you,"

Jem

answ

ered

in th

e da

rkne

ss. H

e had

turn

ed ou

t his

readin

g lig

ht. "

Rec

kon

you'

re a

t the

stag

e now

whe

re y

ou d

on

't kill �

ies a

nd m

osquito

es

now,

I rec

kon,

" I sa

id. "

Lem

me k

now

whe

n yo

u ch

ange

your

min

d. T

ell y

ou o

ne th

ing,

thou

gh, I

ain

't go

nna s

i t around and not scratch a redbug." "Aw dry up," he answered drowsily. Jem

was the one who was getting more like a girl every day, not I. Com

fortable, I lay on my

they don't bothe

r y

ou," Jem

they don't bothe

r y

ou," Jem

answe red in the darkness. He had turned o

u t his reading light. "Reckon you're at th

e sta

ge n

ow w

h ere

you

answ

ered in the darkness. He had turned out his answe red in the darkness. He had turned o

u t his reading light. "Reckon you're at th

e sta

ge n

ow w

h ere

you

answ

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Overview

Seesaw Magazine features information about parenting

from a fun and creative perspective. The magazine works

to inform the newest generation of parents of the various

creative solutions to the endless obsticles of parenting.

Challenge

Fully design the layout and identity for a proposed magazine

about parenting. Each monthly issue must include at least

four varying articles and five colmns while maintaining a

visual consistency. The design and visuals must speak to the

magazine’s audience and to the subject matter at hand.

Solution

The magazine’s title “Seesaw” was chosen to represent the

constantly shifting balance of parenting, to reference the

playful aspect of parenting, and to suggest the connection

between the childhood of the parent and their child.

Seesaw Magazine is all about learning; for this reason, an

area for note taking is provided on the contents pages and

alternating corners are left blank for marking articles or

columns that the reader finds helpful.

In order to encourage subscriber loyalty, each year Seesaw

Magazine would have two child models (one girl and one boy)

represent the magazine in the articles and columns instead

of utilizing stock photography.

SEESAW PARENTING MAGAZINE2

AP DESIGN ° SEESAW

SEESAW PARENTING MAGAZINEMasthead + Additional Cover Designs

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 2

SEESAW PARENTING MAGAZINETable of Contents + Columns

AP DESIGN ° SEESAW

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 2

AP DESIGN ° SEESAW

SEESAW PARENTING MAGAZINEInfo Graphic + Detail

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 2

AP DESIGN ° SEESAW

SEESAW PARENTING MAGAZINEMake Believe Article

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 2

AP DESIGN ° SEESAW

SEESAW PARENTING MAGAZINE Things Kids Need Article ≠+ Page Numbers Detail

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 2

PROFOUND TYPE INSTALLATION3

Overview

Profound is a collaborative project that was planned,

proposed and installed with Shannon Lundsford, Tyler

Tremellen, and Beth Johnston.

Typography plays a significant part in our everyday lives

while remaining largely unnoticed. From the numbers on the

clock to the directions on a box of pancake mix, designers

strive to convey information through the design of type.

Typography has the power to evoke ideas, play with emotion,

and call for action. This installation serves the purpose of

bringing attention to the art of typographic design itself as

well as to exemplify its effective capabilities.

Challenge

To choose a word that describes typography and its role in

graphic design and to create a typographic installtion which

conceptually communicates the meaning of the word.

Solution

The installation was 12.5 feet long by 3 feet tall, was compiled

of over 300 books and 15,000 pins, and remained installed in

the Flagler College Proctor Library for two weeks.

The word profound was chosen because of the definition:

“to puncture or enter deeply into subjects of thought or

knowledge; having deep insight or understanding.” In this

installation the books represent knowledge and the pins,

which create the word “profound,” represent typography.

The pins pierce into the books in the same way typography

pierces our minds; the Profound typographic installation

is meaningful both in content and in form.

PROFOUND TYPE INSTALLATIONDetail Shot of the Letter P

AP DESIGN ° PROFOUND

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 3

TIDE INTERACTIVE PRINT AD 4

Overview

Tide laundry detergent was the first heavy-duty synthetic

detergent and is to this day the most trusted laundry deter-

gent on the shelves.

Challenge

To design an ad for Tide laundry detergent to be circulated

in the spring. Due to the scents associated with specific

laundry detergent brands, many people will develop a

lifelong preference for a specific brand. Therefore, the

target audience for this ad is young adults just getting out

on their own, who are looking for a laundry detergent to

trust with their clothes. Tide’s yearly peek in sales happens

mid summer so a springtime ad is ideal for gaining new

customers before the heavy wash season begins.

Solution

Everyone knows about Tide however many shoppers

forgo the more expensive name brand of Tide for the

less expensive counterparts. In order to make Tide more

appealing to a younger clientele, an interactive component

was a necessity. Due to the season the ad was to run, the

suggestion of being out in the sun was a natural choice.

The decision to use light sensitive paper was made because

it reflected the theme of “fun in the sun” while becoming

an amusing gimic for the audience to interact with in order

to reveal the message. The aspect of rinsing the paper with

water after exposing it to the sun directly correlates to the

aspect of washing clothes. A type only solution was deamed

to be a simple contrast to the complexity of the light

sensitive paper.

TIDE LIGHT SENSITIVE AD Direction + Process Stages

AP DESIGN ° TIDE

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 4

TRUVIA PACKAGING REDESIGN5

Overview

Truvia natural sweetener is a concentrated sweetener.

It is made from stevia leaves and contains zero calories.

Challenge

To redesign the Truvia packaging so that it stands out on the

self while maintaining the current company branding and

utilizing eco-friendly materials.

Solution

When redesigning the packaging, the objective was to

minimize its carbon footprint by using 100% recycled

paperstock, biodegradable vegetable inks and a single

die cut packaging template that uses very little adhesive.

The packaging was created in two sizes; one as a table top

shaker and one as an economy size for those avid Truvia

users. Although the packaging looks very complicated in its

structure, it achieves its form through a series of scoring.

It is deceptively simple.

AP DESIGN ° TRUVIA

TRUVIA PACKAGING REDESIGN360 Degrees of Packaging + Detail

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 5

ENFOLDMENT BOOK ARTS SCROLL6

Overview

A scroll is a roll of papyrus, parchment, or paper which

has been written, drawn or painted upon for the purpose of

transmitting information or using as a decoration.

Challenge

To create a scroll which has a width at least five times longer

than its height. The content and material used to create the

scroll must be conceptually linked.

Solution

The Enfoldment Book Arts Scroll illustrates the complex

and intrinsically domestic interaction between children and

the adults in their lives. It was created by weaving strips of

paper together. The strips of paper are lines of text that were

cut from a book about kings and their mistresses. This book

was chosen as a commentary on the process of bringing

children into this world; a process that often becomes hor-

ribly corrupted. The weavings begin consisitent and uniform

yet as the scroll continues the weaving takes on an organic

appearance. This progression directly correlates to the evolu-

tionary interaction between a parent and their child. Much

like growing a plant from a seed, we raise our children and

watch them take on a form of their own.

This scroll won a book arts competition at Flagler College

and was chosen to be purchased for display at the Flagler

College Proctor Library. It is now part of the Flagler College

permanent art collection.

BOOK ARTS SCROLLScroll Display Detail Shots

AP DESIGN ° ENFOLDMENT

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 6

AP DESIGN ° ENFOLDMENT

BOOK ARTS SCROLLCompletely Unrolled Detail

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 6

FRESHBOX ORGANICS7

Overview

Freshbox Organics is an online organic grocery store.

They bring the farmer’s market straight to your door.

No shopping cart necessary.

The majority of Freshbox Organics clientele is tech savvy,

environmentally aware, urban professionals with children.

Challenge

To design an effective company identity, efficient and

versatile packaging, and an easy to use website for Freshbox

Organics using only environmentally friendly materials while

still maintaining a fresh look.

Solution

The final logo has a fresh look and conforms to the shape of

a box while referencing nature in its color and design.

The letterhead was created to conserve paper, it can be

folded into itself to create the envelope and is made out of a

recycled kraft paper. The business card was designed to turn

into a topless box and includes a leaf shaped piece of seed

paper to be planted in the business card box.

All of the packaging is made out of recycled paper products.

The small berries and fruits line is sized according to weight

and is not specific to any particular kind of berry so that it

can be used interchangably as the season requires.

The website was created to be easy to navigate while still

preserving the fresh look that is consistant to the FreshBox

Organics brand.

AP DESIGN ° FRESHBOX ORGANICS

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 7

FRESHBOX ORGANICSWebsite Home Page

AP DESIGN ° FRESHBOX ORGANICS

FRESHBOX ORGANICSWebsite About + Sign Up Pages

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 7

AP DESIGN ° FRESHBOX ORGANICS

FRESHBOX ORGANICSInterchangable packaging for berry and small fruits.

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 7

AP DESIGN ° FRESHBOX ORGANICS

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 7

FRESHBOX ORGANICSBusiness Card + Letterhead

KEEP MAGAZINE8

Overview

Keep Magazine is a proposed magazine for design profes-

sions based around sustainability in architecture, industrial,

interior and graphic design.

Challenge

Create a sophisticated magazine that includes articles about

sustainable design. The magazine features 3 columns and 4

articles with a consistent design.

Solution

Keep Magazine is focused on the idea of sustainability

through change,because of this fact the design layout is

variable, changing from horizontal to verticle in format.

Keep required a website in order to encourage their

subscribers to conserve paper resources by downloading

their issues online. In order to maintain the idea of

sustainability through change, the website’s design is

variable; changing with each bimonthly issue.

AP DESIGN ° KEEP

knowledgeab l e ,

  and  purpose fu l   de s igne ffic i en t ,

knowledgeab l e ,

  and  purpose fu l   de s igne ffic i en t ,

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 8

KEEP MAGAZINEMasthead + Additional Cover Design + Table of Contents

AP DESIGN ° KEEP

KEEP MAGAZINEMagazine Columns

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 8

AP DESIGN ° KEEP

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 8

KEEP MAGAZINEMagazine Articles

AP DESIGN ° KEEP

KEEP MAGAZINEVariable Website Designs

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 8

PBS KIDS AD CAMPAIGN9

Overview

PBS Kids is the brand for children’s programming aired by

the Public Broadcasting Service (PBS) in the United States.

As with all PBS programming, PBS Kids programming is

non-commercial; It is aimed at children ages 2 to 12.

Challenge

To design an affective ad campaign for the nonprofit media

enterprise of PBS Kids to encourage parents to read to their

children daily to influence a love of learning and to begin the

process of learning literacy. The campaign must include one

magazine print ad, a mailer, and a standing table ad to be

displayed on the tables at McDonals.

Solution

Due to the serious nature of the subject and the target

audience, a photographic solution was ideal. The slogan

“Help your children reach new heights” was chosen for this

campaign to create a literal parallel between mental and

physical growth. The call to action word “help” was selected

to demonstate the critical need for parental involvement

in their childs education. The interactive component was

crucial create interest in both parent and child and the

coupon was included as the enticement factor that the target

audience requires.

AP DESIGN ° PBS KIDS

PBS AD CAMPAIGN3d Table Ad Flat + Interaction Shots

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 9

PBS AD CAMPAIGNMagazine Ad and Mailer Front and Back

AP DESIGN ° PBS KIDS

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 9

SIMPLY GENTLE PACKAGING 0

Overview

Simply Gentle organic cotton balls and squares are made

form 100% organic Cotton.

Challenge

To design a set of packaging for cotton balls and cotton

squares. The packaging should be aesthetically pleasing as

well as offering a way to dispense the product so that it may

e displayed on a bathroom counter instead of being stored in

a linen closest. The target audience is 22–32, adults who may

not have the necessary cloest space for storing large bags of

cotton balls and squares.

Solution

While designing the packaging it was important to

create patterns that could match a variety of decors.

The final design utilizes patterns comprised of geometric

shapes which correspond to the shape of the products

contains within them. It was also necessary to create a

separate set of packaging for both men and women. The

packaging has been developed to dispense the products in a

similar method as tissues.

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SIMPLY GENTLE PACKAGINGMasculine and Feminine Packaging styles + Dispensing Functions

AP DESIGN ° SIMPLY GENTLE

AP DESIGN ° PROJECT 10

Oil Paintings

Ten Through Six

Artist Statement

I became a mother at an early age, long before any aspect

of my life was ready to accommodate the needs of a child. As a

result, the continual struggle of raising my daughter informs

my everyday life and my work.

I find the interaction between parenthood and childhood, how

they influence and inform one another, fascinating. As a child,

we learn almost everything from our parents, and as a parent

we learn a great deal from our children. As I watch my daughter

grow I remember things from my earlier years that i had long

since forgotten. Childhood is not only a time of discovery and

imagination, it is also a time marked by a lack of empathy and

a larger understanding of the world. When you peel back the

seemingly simple surface of childhood you are left with a slew

of complexities characterize by feelings of apprehension and

isolation. Loneliness is a common human experience and the

process of coming to that realization is not an easy one. This, as

well as the many other simplistic complexities, keeps bringing

me back to images of childhood in my work.

I explore these ideas by documenting ritualistic childhood

experiences in my daughter’s life through photography.

Sometimes I turn those photographs into paintings while

other times I feel the photograph is the finished work.

Ten Through Six

Ten Through Six is a series of ten paintings of my daughter

during her sixth year. Think of it as ten moments which took

place at various points throughout her year of being six.

AP DESIGN ° PAINTINGS

AP DESIGN ° PAINTINGS

AP DESIGN ° PAINTINGS

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Images for Project 3: Zach Thomas and Beth Johnston

Paper: Epson Ultra Premium Presentation Paper MATTE

Printing and production: Abby Pratchios

CREDITS

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