Huck and Jim

One day, when we was floating down the muddy, we come ‘cross a raft with four people on it. Two of them was niggers, and t’other two was white men. One of the white men was sittin’ on the edge of the raft fishin’, and t’other white man was watching over the niggers, who was tied up. The white man that was a fishin’ was wearin’ a mighty big straw hat that covered most of his face, He had long black hair comin’ down the sides of his head and he wore ol’ raggedy clothes, and I reckon he was ‘bout thirty years ole’. The white man that was a watchin’ over the niggers was bald and also wore raggedy clothes, and he looked like he was bout thirty too. Then Jim says to me–

“Will ya look at dat! Those men musta done captered those niggers, en is a sailin’ down the river in orders ta’ get the reward.”

            I says–

            “What do you reckon we should do, Jim?”

            “Gawrsh, Huck, I’s a think it’s a bes’ if we jus’ don’t get mixed up en non’ a that. We don’ wan’ no trouble cuz ther’ a mighty good chanse thos’ men will wanna tied meh up, and throw me on dat dere raf’ en get de reward for meh too.”

When we got a little bits closer to the raft we recognized that the niggers were the ones we met at the Grangerfords. I knowed that Jim had gotten to be pretty good friends with them. Then I says–

“Jim ain’t those the niggers we met up at the Grangerfords?”

“Whys yeh I reck’n dey is.”

            “Well if theys is the niggers from the Grangerfords then those two white men is a stealing them because we knowed who they belonged too.”

            “Huck, is you gawna tryn do sumfin’ dangerus? Cuz I’s sure as anythin dat we ain’t yet had our faih shar’ a bad luck from da snake-skin dat you done grabed a hol’ of dat day. If yous is gawna tryn’ free dem niggers I don’ wan’ no par’ en it. Ol’ Jim isa tire’ of de bad luck, chile. I’d be mighty glad if we jus’ kept on a floatin’ without payin’ no ‘tention to dem dere niggers, even if dey’s is mah friends.”

            “Jim I don’t think its right that those two men is a stealing those niggers, I’m gonna try sumthin. You should lay down ‘mungst the truck under this here blanket. We don’t want you to get seen now do we?”

            “Huck Finn yous is one crazy chile’. The craziest I’ve ever met. Always wantin to get a mixed up in de business of otha folk, but I ain’t gawna be en it dis time I reck’n. I’s is just gonna lays down heah, so’s you can go do what yeh like. I wont get no mor’ bad luck.

            So after I made sure that Jim was covered up real hidden and all, I begun to paddle closer to t’other raft.