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The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

Chapter 20
THEY asked us considerable many questions; wanted to know what we covered
up the raft that way for, and laid by in the daytime instead of running -- was Jim a
runaway nigger? Says I:
"Goodness sakes! would a runaway nigger run SOUTH?"
No, they allowed he wouldn't. I had to account for things some way, so I says:
"My folks was living in Pike County, in Missouri, where I was born, and they all
died off but me and pa and my brother Ike. Pa, he 'lowed he'd break up and go
down and live with Uncle Ben, who's got a little one-horse place on the river,
forty-four mile below Orleans. Pa was pretty poor, and had some debts; so when
he'd squared up there warn't nothing left but sixteen dollars and our nigger, Jim.
That warn't enough to take us fourteen hundred mile, deck passage nor no other
way. Well, when the river rose pa had a streak of luck one day; he ketched this
piece of a raft; so we reckoned we'd go down to Orleans on it. Pa's luck didn't
hold out; a steamboat run over the forrard corner of the raft one night, and we all
went overboard and dove under the wheel; Jim and me come up all right, but pa
was drunk, and Ike was only four years old, so they never come up no more.
Well, for the next day or two we had considerable trouble, because people was
always coming out in skiffs and trying to take Jim away from me, saying they
believed he was a runaway nigger. We don't run day-times no more now; nights
they don't bother us."
The duke says:
"Leave me alone to cipher out a way so we can run in the daytime if we want to.
I'll think the thing over -- I'll invent a plan that'll fix it. We'll let it alone for to-day,
 
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