A fog can't itch; any fool knows that." "Well, then, if it don't itch and can't itch, what in the nation is it scratching it for? Ain't it just habit, don't you reckon?" "No, sir, I don't. I ain't a bit satisfied about the way this one acts. I've a blame good notion it's a bogus one-I have, as sure as I'm a-sitting here. Because, if it-Huck!" "Well, what's the matter now?" "YOU CAN'T SEE THE BUSHES THROUGH IT!" "Why, Tom, it's so, sure! It's as solid as a cow. I sort of begin to think-" "Huck, it's biting off a chaw of tobacker! By George, THEY don't chaw-they hain't got anything to chaw WITH. Huck!" "I'm a-listening." "It ain't a ghost at all.