I read considerable to Jim about kings and dukes and earls and such, and how gaudy they dressed, and how much style they put on, and called each other your majesty, and your grace, and your lordship, and so on, ’stead of mister; and Jim’s eyes bugged out, and he was interested.

If you think it ain’t dismal and lonesome out in a fog that way by yourself in the night, you try it once—you’ll see.

Dah you goes, de ole true Huck; de on’y white genlman dat ever kep’ his promise to ole Jim.