The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn HTML version
BY and by, when we got up, we turned over the truck the gang had stole off of
the wreck, and found boots, and blankets, and clothes, and all sorts of other
things, and a lot of books, and a spyglass, and three boxes of seegars. We
hadn't ever been this rich before in neither of our lives. The seegars was prime.
We laid off all the afternoon in the woods talking, and me reading the books, and
having a general good time. I told Jim all about what happened inside the wreck
and at the ferryboat, and I said these kinds of things was adventures; but he said
he didn't want no more adventures. He said that when I went in the texas and he
crawled back to get on the raft and found her gone he nearly died, because he
judged it was all up with HIM anyway it could be fixed; for if he didn't get saved
he would get drownded; and if he did get saved, whoever saved him would send
him back home so as to get the reward, and then Miss Watson would sell him
South, sure. Well, he was right; he was most always right; he had an uncommon
level head for a nigger.
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. He says:
"I didn' know dey was so many un um. I hain't hearn 'bout none un um, skasely,
but ole King Soller-mun, onless you counts dem kings dat's in a pack er k'yards.
How much do a king git?"
"Get?" I says; "why, they get a thousand dollars a month if they want it; they can
have just as much as they want; everything belongs to them."
"AIN' dat gay? En what dey got to do, Huck?"