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The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

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I reckon I was up in the tree two hours; but I didn’t see nothing, I didn’t hear nothing—I only THOUGHT I heard and seen as much as a thousand things. Well, I couldn’t stay up there forever; so at last I got down, but I kept in the thick woods and on the lookout all the time. All I could get to eat was berries and what was left over from breakfast. I bet I was up in that tree for two hours. I didn’t see or hear anything, but I THOUGHT I saw and heard about a thousand different things. I figured I couldn’t stay up there forever, so I finally got down, but I stayed in the thick woods and kept a close watch all the time. All I had to eat were berries and what was left over from breakfast.
By the time it was night I was pretty hungry. So when it was good and dark I slid out from shore before moonrise and paddled over to the Illinois bank—about a quarter of a mile. I went out in the woods and cooked a supper, and I had about made up my mind I would stay there all night when I hear a PLUNKETY-PLUNK, PLUNKETY-PLUNK, and says to myself, horses coming; and next I hear people’s voices. I got everything into the canoe as quick as I could, and then went creeping through the woods to see what I could find out. I hadn’t got far when I hear a man say: I was pretty hungry by nightfall. So before moonrise, when it was still really dark, I slid the canoe out from shore and paddled about a quarter of a mile over to the Illinois bank. I went out in the woods and cooked supper. I’d almost made up my mind to stay there for the night when I heard a PLUNKETY-PLUNK, PLUNKETY-PLUNK sound. Horses are coming, I said to myself, and then I heard people’s voices. I got everything into the canoe as fast as I could, and then crept through the woods to see what was going on. I hadn’t gotten far when I heard a man say:
“We better camp here if we can find a good place; the horses is about beat out. Let’s look around.” “We better camp here if we can find a good place. The horses are pretty much beat. Let’s look around.”
I didn’t wait, but shoved out and paddled away easy. I tied up in the old place, and reckoned I would sleep in the canoe. I didn’t wait, but shoved off and paddled away. I tied the canoe up back in the old place on the island, and reckoned I’d just sleep in it.
I didn’t sleep much. I couldn’t, somehow, for thinking. And every time I waked up I thought somebody had me by the neck. So the sleep didn’t do me no good. By and by I says to myself, I can’t live this way; I’m a-going to find out who it is that’s here on the island with me; I’ll find it out or bust. Well, I felt better right off. I didn’t sleep much. I couldn’t because I was thinking so much. And every time I woke up I thought someone had be by the neck. So the sleep wasn’t very sound. Pretty soon I told myself that I couldn’t live this way any more. I told myself that I’d find out who was on the island with me. Well, that made me feel better right away.
So I took my paddle and slid out from shore just a step or two, and then let the canoe drop along down amongst the shadows. The moon was shining, and outside of the shadows it made it most as light as day. I poked along well on to an hour, everything still as rocks and sound asleep. Well, by this time I was most down to the foot of the island. A little ripply, cool breeze begun to blow, and that was as good as saying the night was about done. I give her a turn with the paddle and brung her nose to shore; then I got my gun and slipped out and into the edge of the woods. I sat down there on a log, and looked out through the leaves. I see the moon go off watch, and the darkness begin to blanket the river. But in a little while I see a pale streak over the treetops, and knowed the day was coming. So I took my gun and slipped off towards where I had run across that camp fire, stopping every minute or two to listen. But I hadn’t no luck somehow; I couldn’t seem to find the place. But by and by, sure enough, I catched a glimpse of fire away through the trees. I went for it, cautious and slow. By and by I was close enough to have a look, and there laid a man on the ground. It most give me the fantods. He had a blanket around his head, and his head was nearly in the fire. I set there behind a clump of bushes in about six foot of him, and kept my eyes on him steady. It was getting gray daylight now. Pretty soon he gapped and stretched himself and hove off the blanket, and it was Miss Watson’s Jim! I bet I was glad to see him. I says: So I took my paddle and slid out from shore just a step or two, then let the canoe drop down among the shadows. The moon was shining, and outside the shadows it made everything almost as bright as day. I drifted along for about an hour. Everything was deathly still and quiet. By this time I’d reach the foot of the island. A cool, fluttering breeze began to blow, which told me that the night was just about over. I paddled the canoe toward the shore. Then I got out my gun and slipped out of the canoe and toward the edge of the woods. I sat down on a log and looked through the leaves. I saw the moon set and darkness blanket the river. It wasn’t too long before I saw a pale streak of light over the tree tops. I knew the day was coming, so I took my gun and headed toward the campfire I’d seen before, stopping every minute or two to listen. I wasn’t having any luck finding the place. Pretty soon, though, I caught a glimpse of a fire far off through the trees. I went toward it, cautiously and slowly. Eventually I was close enough to be able to look around, and I saw a man on the ground. I almost had a fit. The man had a blanket around his head, which was almost resting in the fire. I sat there behind a clump of bushes about six feet away from him, and didn’t take my eyes off him. The sky was turning grey with daylight now. Pretty soon he yawned and stretched and shoved off the blanket. It was Miss Watson’s slave Jim! I was sure glad to see it was him! I said:
“Hello, Jim!” and skipped out. “Hello, Jim!” and jumped out from my hiding place in the bushes.
He bounced up and stared at me wild. Then he drops down on his knees, and puts his hands together and says: He jumped up and stared at me wildly. Then he dropped down to his knees, put his hands together, and said:
“Doan’ hurt me—don’t! I hain’t ever done no harm to a ghos’. I alwuz liked dead people, en done all I could for ’em. You go en git in de river agin, whah you b’longs, en doan’ do nuffn to Ole Jim, ’at ’uz awluz yo’ fren’.” “Don’t hurt me! Don’t! I’ve never harmed a ghost. I’ve always liked dead people, and done all I could for them. You go and get in the river where you belong, and don’t do nothing to Ol’ Jim, who was always your friend.”
Well, I warn’t long making him understand I warn’t dead. I was ever so glad to see Jim. I warn’t lonesome now. I told him I warn’t afraid of HIM telling the people where I was. I talked along, but he only set there and looked at me; never said nothing. Then I says: Well, it didn’t take long to mke him see I wasn’t dead. I was so glad to see him—now I wouldn’t be lonely. I told him I wasn’t afraid of HIM telling everyone where I was. I talked quite a while, but he only sat there looking at me without saying anything. I said:

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