What are some literary devices in The Adventures of Huckleberry...

What are some literary devices in The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, chapter 18?

COL. GRANGERFORD was a gentleman, you see. He was a gentleman all over; and so
was his family. He was well born, as the saying is, and that’s worth as much in a man as it is in a
horse, so the Widow Douglas said, and nobody ever denied that she was of the first aristocracy in
our town; and pap he always said it, too, though he warn’t no more quality than a mudcat
himself. Col. Grangerford was very tall and very slim, and had a darkish-paly complexion, not a
sign of red in it anywheres; he was clean shaved every morning all over his thin face, and he had
the thinnest kind of lips, and the thinnest kind of nostrils, and a high nose, and heavy eyebrows,
and the blackest kind of eyes, sunk so deep back that they seemed like they was looking out of
caverns at you, as you may say. His forehead was high, and his hair was black and straight and
hung to his shoulders. His hands was long and thin, and every day of his life he put on a clean
shirt and a full suit from head to foot made out of linen so white it hurt your eyes to look at it;
and on Sundays he wore a blue tail-coat with brass buttons on it. He carried a mahogany cane
with a silver head to it. There warn’t no frivolishness about him, not a bit, and he warn’t ever
loud. He was as kind as he could be – you could feel that, you know, and so you had confidence.
Sometimes he smiled, and it was good to see; but when he straightened himself up like a liberty-
pole, and the lightning begun to flicker out from under his eyebrows, you wanted to climb a tree
first, and find out what the matter was afterwards. He didn’t ever have to tell anybody to mind
their manners – everybody was always goodmannered where he was. Everybody loved to have
him around, too; he was sunshine most always – I mean he made it seem like good weather.
When he turned into a cloudbank it was awful dark for half a minute, and that was enough; there
wouldn’t nothing go wrong again for a week.
When him and the old lady come down in the morning all the family got up out of their
chairs and give them good-day, and didn’t set down again till they had set down. Then Tom and
Bob went to the sideboard where the decanter was, and mixed a glass of bitters and handed it to
him, and he held it in his hand and waited till Tom’s and Bob’s was mixed, and then they bowed
and said, “Our duty to you, sir, and madam;” and THEY bowed the least bit in the world and said
thank you, and so they drank, all three, and Bob and Tom poured a spoonful of water on the
sugar and the mite of whisky or apple brandy in the bottom of their tumblers, and give it to me
and Buck, and we drank to the old people too.
Bob was the oldest and Tom next – tall, beautiful men with very broad shoulders and
brown faces, and long black hair and black eyes. They dressed in white linen from head to foot,
like the old gentleman, and wore broad Panama hats.
Then there was Miss Charlotte; she was twentyfive, and tall and proud and grand, but as
good as she could be when she warn’t stirred up; but when she was she had a look that would
make you wilt in your tracks, like her father. She was beautiful.
So was her sister, Miss Sophia, but it was a different kind. She was gentle and sweet like a
dove, and she was only twenty.
Each person had their own nigger to wait on them – Buck too. My nigger had a monstrous
easy time, because I warn’t used to having anybody do anything for me, but Buck’s was on the
jump most of the time.
This was all there was of the family now, but there used to be more – three sons; they got
killed; and Emmeline that died.
The old gentleman owned a lot of farms and over a hundred niggers. Sometimes a stack of
people would come there, horseback, from ten or fifteen mile around, and stay five or six days,