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.I was sorry to hear Jim say that, it was such a lowering of him.Myconscience got to stirring me up hotter than ever, until at last I saysto it, Let up on me it ain t too late yet I ll paddle ashore at thefirst light and tell. I felt easy and happy and light as a feather rightoff.All my troubles was gone.I went to looking out sharp for a light,and sort of singing to myself.By and by one showed.Jim sings out: We s safe, Huck, we s safe! Jump up and crack yo heels! Dat s degood ole Cairo at las , I jis knows it! I says: I ll take the canoe and go and see, Jim.It mightn t be, you know. He jumped and got the canoe ready, and put his old coat in thebottom for me to set on, and give me the paddle; and as I shoved off,he says: Pooty soon I ll be a-shout n for joy, en I ll say, it s all onaccounts o Huck; I s a free man, en I couldn t ever ben free ef ithadn ben for Huck; Huck done it.Jim won t ever forgit you,Huck; you s de bes fren Jim s ever had; en you s de only fren oleJim s got now. I was paddling off, all in a sweat to tell on him; but when hesays this, it seemed to kind of take the tuck all out of me.I wentalong slow then, and I warn t right down certain whether I wasglad I started or whether I warn t.When I was fifty yards off, Jimsays: Dah you goes, de ole true Huck; de on y white genlman dat everkep his promise to ole Jim. Well, I just felt sick.But I says, I got to do it I can t get out of it.92 H U C K L E B E R R Y F I N NRight then along comes a skiff with two men in it with guns, andthey stopped and I stopped.One of them says: What s that yonder? A piece of a raft, I says. Do you belong on it? Yes, sir. Any men on it? Only one, sir. Well, there s five niggers run off tonight up yonder, above the headof the bend.Is your man white or black? I didn t answer up prompt.I tried to, but the words wouldn t come.I tried for a second or two to brace up and out with it, but I warn tman enough hadn t the spunk of a rabbit.I see I was weakening; soI just give up trying, and up and says: He s white. I reckon we ll go and see for ourselves. I wish you would, says I, because it s pap that s there, and maybeyou d help me tow the raft ashore where the light is.He s sick andso is mam and Mary Ann. Oh, the devil! we re in a hurry, boy.But I s pose we ve got to.Come, buckle to your paddle, and let s get along. I buckled to my paddle and they laid to their oars.When we had made a stroke or two, I says: Pap ll be mighty much obleeged to you, I can tell you.Everybodygoes away when I want them to help me tow the raft ashore, and Ican t do it by myself. Well, that s infernal mean.Odd, too.Say, boy, what s the matterwith your father? It s the a the well, it ain t anything much. They stopped pulling.It warn t but a mighty little ways to the raftnow.One says: Boy, that s a lie.What IS the matter with your pap? Answer upsquare now, and it ll be the better for you. I will, sir, I will, honest but don t leave us, please.It s the theGentlemen, if you ll only pull ahead, and let me heave you the head-line, you won t have to come a-near the raft please do. 93 H U C K L E B E R R Y F I N N Set her back, John, set her back! says one.They backed water. Keep away, boy keep to looard.Confound it, I just expect thewind has blowed it to us.Your pap s got the small-pox, and you knowit precious well.Why didn t you come out and say so? Do you wantto spread it all over? Well, says I, a-blubbering, I ve told every-body before, and theyjust went away and left us. Poor devil, there s something in that.We are right down sorry foryou, but we well, hang it, we don t want the small-pox, you see.Look here, I ll tell you what to do.Don t you try to land by yourself,or you ll smash everything to pieces.You float along down abouttwenty miles, and you ll come to a town on the left-hand side of theriver.It will be long after sun-up then, and when you ask for helpyou tell them your folks are all down with chills and fever.Don t bea fool again, and let people guess what is the matter.Now we re try-ing to do you a kindness; so you just put twenty miles between us,that s a good boy.It wouldn t do any good to land yonder where thelight is it s only a wood-yard.Say, I reckon your father s poor, andI m bound to say he s in pretty hard luck.Here, I ll put a twenty-dol-lar gold piece on this board, and you get it when it floats by.I feelmighty mean to leave you; but my kingdom! it won t do to fool withsmall-pox, don t you see? Hold on, Parker, says the other man, here s a twenty to put onthe board for me.Good-bye, boy; you do as Mr.Parker told you, andyou ll be all right. That s so, my boy good-bye, good-bye.If you see any runawayniggers you get help and nab them, and you can make some moneyby it. Good-bye, sir, says I; I won t let no runaway niggers get by meif I can help it. They went off and I got aboard the raft, feeling bad and low,because I knowed very well I had done wrong, and I see it warn t nouse for me to try to learn to do right; a body that don t get startedright when he s little ain t got no show when the pinch comes thereain t nothing to back him up and keep him to his work, and so hegets beat.Then I thought a minute, and says to myself, hold on;94 H U C K L E B E R R Y F I N Ns pose you d a done right and give Jim up, would you felt better thanwhat you do now? No, says I, I d feel bad I d feel just the same wayI do now.Well, then, says I, what s the use you learning to do rightwhen it s troublesome to do right and ain t no trouble to do wrong,and the wages is just the same? I was stuck.I couldn t answer that.So I reckoned I wouldn t bother no more about it, but after thisalways do whichever come handiest at the time.I went into the wigwam; Jim warn t there.I looked all around; hewarn t anywhere.I says: Jim! Here I is, Huck.Is dey out o sight yit? Don t talk loud. He was in the river under the stern oar, with just his nose out.Itold him they were out of sight, so he come aboard.He says: I was a-listenin to all de talk, en I slips into de river en was gwyneto shove for sho if dey come aboard.Den I was gwyne to swim to deraf agin when dey was gone.But lawsy, how you did fool em, Huck!Dat wuz de smartes dodge! I tell you, chile, I spec it save ole Jimole Jim ain t going to forgit you for dat, honey. Then we talked about the money.It was a pretty good raise twen-ty dollars apiece.Jim said we could take deck passage on a steamboatnow, and the money would last us as far as we wanted to go in thefree States.He said twenty mile more warn t far for the raft to go, buthe wished we was already there [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.I was sorry to hear Jim say that, it was such a lowering of him.Myconscience got to stirring me up hotter than ever, until at last I saysto it, Let up on me it ain t too late yet I ll paddle ashore at thefirst light and tell. I felt easy and happy and light as a feather rightoff.All my troubles was gone.I went to looking out sharp for a light,and sort of singing to myself.By and by one showed.Jim sings out: We s safe, Huck, we s safe! Jump up and crack yo heels! Dat s degood ole Cairo at las , I jis knows it! I says: I ll take the canoe and go and see, Jim.It mightn t be, you know. He jumped and got the canoe ready, and put his old coat in thebottom for me to set on, and give me the paddle; and as I shoved off,he says: Pooty soon I ll be a-shout n for joy, en I ll say, it s all onaccounts o Huck; I s a free man, en I couldn t ever ben free ef ithadn ben for Huck; Huck done it.Jim won t ever forgit you,Huck; you s de bes fren Jim s ever had; en you s de only fren oleJim s got now. I was paddling off, all in a sweat to tell on him; but when hesays this, it seemed to kind of take the tuck all out of me.I wentalong slow then, and I warn t right down certain whether I wasglad I started or whether I warn t.When I was fifty yards off, Jimsays: Dah you goes, de ole true Huck; de on y white genlman dat everkep his promise to ole Jim. Well, I just felt sick.But I says, I got to do it I can t get out of it.92 H U C K L E B E R R Y F I N NRight then along comes a skiff with two men in it with guns, andthey stopped and I stopped.One of them says: What s that yonder? A piece of a raft, I says. Do you belong on it? Yes, sir. Any men on it? Only one, sir. Well, there s five niggers run off tonight up yonder, above the headof the bend.Is your man white or black? I didn t answer up prompt.I tried to, but the words wouldn t come.I tried for a second or two to brace up and out with it, but I warn tman enough hadn t the spunk of a rabbit.I see I was weakening; soI just give up trying, and up and says: He s white. I reckon we ll go and see for ourselves. I wish you would, says I, because it s pap that s there, and maybeyou d help me tow the raft ashore where the light is.He s sick andso is mam and Mary Ann. Oh, the devil! we re in a hurry, boy.But I s pose we ve got to.Come, buckle to your paddle, and let s get along. I buckled to my paddle and they laid to their oars.When we had made a stroke or two, I says: Pap ll be mighty much obleeged to you, I can tell you.Everybodygoes away when I want them to help me tow the raft ashore, and Ican t do it by myself. Well, that s infernal mean.Odd, too.Say, boy, what s the matterwith your father? It s the a the well, it ain t anything much. They stopped pulling.It warn t but a mighty little ways to the raftnow.One says: Boy, that s a lie.What IS the matter with your pap? Answer upsquare now, and it ll be the better for you. I will, sir, I will, honest but don t leave us, please.It s the theGentlemen, if you ll only pull ahead, and let me heave you the head-line, you won t have to come a-near the raft please do. 93 H U C K L E B E R R Y F I N N Set her back, John, set her back! says one.They backed water. Keep away, boy keep to looard.Confound it, I just expect thewind has blowed it to us.Your pap s got the small-pox, and you knowit precious well.Why didn t you come out and say so? Do you wantto spread it all over? Well, says I, a-blubbering, I ve told every-body before, and theyjust went away and left us. Poor devil, there s something in that.We are right down sorry foryou, but we well, hang it, we don t want the small-pox, you see.Look here, I ll tell you what to do.Don t you try to land by yourself,or you ll smash everything to pieces.You float along down abouttwenty miles, and you ll come to a town on the left-hand side of theriver.It will be long after sun-up then, and when you ask for helpyou tell them your folks are all down with chills and fever.Don t bea fool again, and let people guess what is the matter.Now we re try-ing to do you a kindness; so you just put twenty miles between us,that s a good boy.It wouldn t do any good to land yonder where thelight is it s only a wood-yard.Say, I reckon your father s poor, andI m bound to say he s in pretty hard luck.Here, I ll put a twenty-dol-lar gold piece on this board, and you get it when it floats by.I feelmighty mean to leave you; but my kingdom! it won t do to fool withsmall-pox, don t you see? Hold on, Parker, says the other man, here s a twenty to put onthe board for me.Good-bye, boy; you do as Mr.Parker told you, andyou ll be all right. That s so, my boy good-bye, good-bye.If you see any runawayniggers you get help and nab them, and you can make some moneyby it. Good-bye, sir, says I; I won t let no runaway niggers get by meif I can help it. They went off and I got aboard the raft, feeling bad and low,because I knowed very well I had done wrong, and I see it warn t nouse for me to try to learn to do right; a body that don t get startedright when he s little ain t got no show when the pinch comes thereain t nothing to back him up and keep him to his work, and so hegets beat.Then I thought a minute, and says to myself, hold on;94 H U C K L E B E R R Y F I N Ns pose you d a done right and give Jim up, would you felt better thanwhat you do now? No, says I, I d feel bad I d feel just the same wayI do now.Well, then, says I, what s the use you learning to do rightwhen it s troublesome to do right and ain t no trouble to do wrong,and the wages is just the same? I was stuck.I couldn t answer that.So I reckoned I wouldn t bother no more about it, but after thisalways do whichever come handiest at the time.I went into the wigwam; Jim warn t there.I looked all around; hewarn t anywhere.I says: Jim! Here I is, Huck.Is dey out o sight yit? Don t talk loud. He was in the river under the stern oar, with just his nose out.Itold him they were out of sight, so he come aboard.He says: I was a-listenin to all de talk, en I slips into de river en was gwyneto shove for sho if dey come aboard.Den I was gwyne to swim to deraf agin when dey was gone.But lawsy, how you did fool em, Huck!Dat wuz de smartes dodge! I tell you, chile, I spec it save ole Jimole Jim ain t going to forgit you for dat, honey. Then we talked about the money.It was a pretty good raise twen-ty dollars apiece.Jim said we could take deck passage on a steamboatnow, and the money would last us as far as we wanted to go in thefree States.He said twenty mile more warn t far for the raft to go, buthe wished we was already there [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]