"Why, de fog!?de fog dat"s been aroun" all night. En didn"t you whoop, en didn"t I whoop, tell we got mix" up in de islands en one un us got los" en t"other one was jis" as good as los", "kase he didn" know whah he wuz? En didn"t I bust up agin a lot er dem islands en have a turrible time en mos" git drownded? Now ain" dat so, boss?ain"t it so? You answer me dat."
"Well, this is too many for me, Jim. I hain"t seen no fog, nor no islands, nor no troubles, nor nothing. I been setting here talking with you all night till you went to sleep about ten minutes ago, and I reckon I done the same. You couldn"t a got drunk in that time, so of course you"ve been dreaming."
"Dad fetch it, how is I gwyne to dream all dat in ten minutes?"
"Well, hang it all, you did dream it, because there didn"t any of it happen."
"But, Huck, it"s all jis" as plain to me as?"
"It don"t make no difference how plain it is; there ain"t nothing in it.
I know, because I"ve been here all the time."
Jim didn"t say nothing for about five minutes, but set there studying over it. Then he says:
"Well, den, I reck"n I did dream it, Huck; but dog my cats ef it ain"t de powerfullest dream I ever see. En I hain"t ever had no dream b"fo"
dat"s tired me like dis one."
"Oh, well, that"s all right, because a dream does tire a body like everything sometimes. But this one was a staving dream; tell me all about it, Jim."
So Jim went to work and told me the whole thing right through, just as it happened, only he painted it up considerable. Then he said he must start in and ""terpret" it, because it was sent for a warning. He said the first towhead stood for a man that would try to do us some good, but the current was another man that would get us away from him. The whoops was warnings that would come to us every now and then, and if we didn"t try hard to make out to understand them they"d just take us into bad luck, "stead of keeping us out of it. The lot of towheads was troubles we was going to get into with quarrelsome people and all kinds of mean folks, but if we minded our business and didn"t talk back and aggravate them, we would pull through and get out of the fog and into the big clear river, which was the free States, and wouldn"t have no more trouble.
It had clouded up pretty dark just after I got on to the raft, but it was clearing up again now.
"Oh, well, that"s all interpreted well enough as far as it goes, Jim," I says; "but what does _these_ things stand for?"
It was the leaves and rubbish on the raft and the smashed oar. You could see them first-rate now.
Jim looked at the trash, and then looked at me, and back at the trash again. He had got the dream fixed so strong in his head that he couldn"t seem to shake it loose and get the facts back into its place again right away. But when he did get the thing straightened around he looked at me steady without ever smiling, and says:
"What do dey stan" for? I"se gwyne to tell you. When I got all wore out wid work, en wid de callin" for you, en went to sleep, my heart wuz mos" broke bekase you wuz los", en I didn" k"yer no" mo" what become er me en de raf". En when I wake up en fine you back agin, all safe en soun", de tears come, en I could a got down on my knees en kiss yo"
foot, I"s so thankful. En all you wuz thinkin" "bout wuz how you could make a fool uv ole Jim wid a lie. Dat truck dah is _trash_; en trash is what people is dat puts dirt on de head er dey fren"s en makes "em ashamed."
Then he got up slow and walked to the wigwam, and went in there without saying anything but that. But that was enough. It made me feel so mean I could almost kissed _his_ foot to get him to take it back.
It was fifteen minutes before I could work myself up to go and humble myself to a n.i.g.g.e.r; but I done it, and I warn"t ever sorry for it afterwards, neither. I didn"t do him no more mean tricks, and I wouldn"t done that one if I"d a knowed it would make him feel that way.
CHAPTER XVI.
WE slept most all day, and started out at night, a little ways behind a monstrous long raft that was as long going by as a procession. She had four long sweeps at each end, so we judged she carried as many as thirty men, likely. She had five big wigwams aboard, wide apart, and an open camp fire in the middle, and a tall flag-pole at each end. There was a power of style about her. It _amounted_ to something being a raftsman on such a craft as that.
We went drifting down into a big bend, and the night clouded up and got hot. The river was very wide, and was walled with solid timber on both sides; you couldn"t see a break in it hardly ever, or a light. We talked about Cairo, and wondered whether we would know it when we got to it. I said likely we wouldn"t, because I had heard say there warn"t but about a dozen houses there, and if they didn"t happen to have them lit up, how was we going to know we was pa.s.sing a town? Jim said if the two big rivers joined together there, that would show. But I said maybe we might think we was pa.s.sing the foot of an island and coming into the same old river again. That disturbed Jim?and me too. So the question was, what to do? I said, paddle ash.o.r.e the first time a light showed, and tell them pap was behind, coming along with a trading-scow, and was a green hand at the business, and wanted to know how far it was to Cairo. Jim thought it was a good idea, so we took a smoke on it and waited.
There warn"t nothing to do now but to look out sharp for the town, and not pa.s.s it without seeing it. He said he"d be mighty sure to see it, because he"d be a free man the minute he seen it, but if he missed it he"d be in a slave country again and no more show for freedom. Every little while he jumps up and says:
"Dah she is?"
But it warn"t. It was Jack-o"-lanterns, or lightning bugs; so he set down again, and went to watching, same as before. Jim said it made him all over trembly and feverish to be so close to freedom. Well, I can tell you it made me all over trembly and feverish, too, to hear him, because I begun to get it through my head that he _was_ most free?and who was to blame for it? Why, _me_. I couldn"t get that out of my conscience, no how nor no way. It got to troubling me so I couldn"t rest; I couldn"t stay still in one place. It hadn"t ever come home to me before, what this thing was that I was doing. But now it did; and it stayed with me, and scorched me more and more. I tried to make out to myself that I warn"t to blame, because I didn"t run Jim off from his rightful owner; but it warn"t no use, conscience up and says, every time, "But you knowed he was running for his freedom, and you could a paddled ash.o.r.e and told somebody." That was so?I couldn"t get around that noway. That was where it pinched. Conscience says to me, "What had poor Miss Watson done to you that you could see her n.i.g.g.e.r go off right under your eyes and never say one single word? What did that poor old woman do to you that you could treat her so mean? Why, she tried to learn you your book, she tried to learn you your manners, she tried to be good to you every way she knowed how. _That"s_ what she done."
I got to feeling so mean and so miserable I most wished I was dead. I fidgeted up and down the raft, abusing myself to myself, and Jim was fidgeting up and down past me. We neither of us could keep still.
Every time he danced around and says, "Dah"s Cairo!" it went through me like a shot, and I thought if it _was_ Cairo I reckoned I would die of miserableness.
Jim talked out loud all the time while I was talking to myself. He was saying how the first thing he would do when he got to a free State he would go to saving up money and never spend a single cent, and when he got enough he would buy his wife, which was owned on a farm close to where Miss Watson lived; and then they would both work to buy the two children, and if their master wouldn"t sell them, they"d get an Ab"litionist to go and steal them.
It most froze me to hear such talk. He wouldn"t ever dared to talk such talk in his life before. Just see what a difference it made in him the minute he judged he was about free. It was according to the old saying, "Give a n.i.g.g.e.r an inch and he"ll take an ell." Thinks I, this is what comes of my not thinking. Here was this n.i.g.g.e.r, which I had as good as helped to run away, coming right out flat-footed and saying he would steal his children?children that belonged to a man I didn"t even know; a man that hadn"t ever done me no harm.
I was sorry to hear Jim say that, it was such a lowering of him. My conscience got to stirring me up hotter than ever, until at last I says to it, "Let up on me?it ain"t too late yet?I"ll paddle ash.o.r.e at the first light and tell." I felt easy and happy and light as a feather right off. 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 de good 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 the bottom 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 on accounts o" Huck; I"s a free man, en I couldn"t ever ben free ef it hadn" 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" ole Jim"s got now."
I was paddling off, all in a sweat to tell on him; but when he says this, it seemed to kind of take the tuck all out of me. I went along slow then, and I warn"t right down certain whether I was glad I started or whether I warn"t. When I was fifty yards off, Jim says:
"Dah you goes, de ole true Huck; de on"y white genlman dat ever kep" 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. Right then along comes a skiff with two men in it with guns, and they 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 n.i.g.g.e.rs run off to-night up yonder, above the head of 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"t man enough?hadn"t the s.p.u.n.k of a rabbit. I see I was weakening; so I 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 maybe you"d help me tow the raft ash.o.r.e where the light is. He"s sick?and so is mam and Mary Ann."
"Oh, the devil! we"re in a hurry, boy. But I s"pose we"ve got to.