We never showed a light till we was about ten mile below the village.
Then we lit up and had a supper, and the king and the duke fairly laughed their bones loose over the way they"d served them people. The duke says:
"Greenhorns, flatheads! I knew the first house would keep mum and let the rest of the town get roped in; and I knew they"d lay for us the third night, and consider it was _their_ turn now. Well, it _is_ their turn, and I"d give something to know how much they"d take for it. I _would_ just like to know how they"re putting in their opportunity.
They can turn it into a picnic if they want to?they brought plenty provisions."
Them rapscallions took in four hundred and sixty-five dollars in that three nights. I never see money hauled in by the wagon-load like that before. By and by, when they was asleep and snoring, Jim says:
"Don"t it s"prise you de way dem kings carries on, Huck?"
"No," I says, "it don"t."
"Why don"t it, Huck?"
"Well, it don"t, because it"s in the breed. I reckon they"re all alike."
"But, Huck, dese kings o" ourn is reglar rapscallions; dat"s jist what dey is; dey"s reglar rapscallions."
"Well, that"s what I"m a-saying; all kings is mostly rapscallions, as fur as I can make out."
"Is dat so?"
"You read about them once?you"ll see. Look at Henry the Eight; this "n "s a Sunday-school Superintendent to _him_. And look at Charles Second, and Louis Fourteen, and Louis Fifteen, and James Second, and Edward Second, and Richard Third, and forty more; besides all them Saxon heptarchies that used to rip around so in old times and raise Cain. My, you ought to seen old Henry the Eight when he was in bloom. He _was_ a blossom. He used to marry a new wife every day, and chop off her head next morning. And he would do it just as indifferent as if he was ordering up eggs. "Fetch up Nell Gwynn," he says. They fetch her up.
Next morning, "Chop off her head!" And they chop it off. "Fetch up Jane Sh.o.r.e," he says; and up she comes, Next morning, "Chop off her head"?and they chop it off. "Ring up Fair Rosamun." Fair Rosamun answers the bell. Next morning, "Chop off her head." And he made every one of them tell him a tale every night; and he kept that up till he had hogged a thousand and one tales that way, and then he put them all in a book, and called it Domesday Book?which was a good name and stated the case. You don"t know kings, Jim, but I know them; and this old rip of ourn is one of the cleanest I"ve struck in history. Well, Henry he takes a notion he wants to get up some trouble with this country. How does he go at it?give notice??give the country a show? No. All of a sudden he heaves all the tea in Boston Harbor overboard, and whacks out a declaration of independence, and dares them to come on. That was _his_ style?he never give anybody a chance. He had suspicions of his father, the Duke of Wellington. Well, what did he do? Ask him to show up? No?drownded him in a b.u.t.t of mamsey, like a cat. S"pose people left money laying around where he was?what did he do? He collared it.
S"pose he contracted to do a thing, and you paid him, and didn"t set down there and see that he done it?what did he do? He always done the other thing. S"pose he opened his mouth?what then? If he didn"t shut it up powerful quick he"d lose a lie every time. That"s the kind of a bug Henry was; and if we"d a had him along "stead of our kings he"d a fooled that town a heap worse than ourn done. I don"t say that ourn is lambs, because they ain"t, when you come right down to the cold facts; but they ain"t nothing to _that_ old ram, anyway. All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make allowances. Take them all around, they"re a mighty ornery lot. It"s the way they"re raised."
"But dis one do _smell_ so like de nation, Huck."
"Well, they all do, Jim. We can"t help the way a king smells; history don"t tell no way."
"Now de duke, he"s a tolerble likely man in some ways."
"Yes, a duke"s different. But not very different. This one"s a middling hard lot for a duke. When he"s drunk there ain"t no near-sighted man could tell him from a king."
"Well, anyways, I doan" hanker for no mo" un um, Huck. Dese is all I kin stan"."
"It"s the way I feel, too, Jim. But we"ve got them on our hands, and we got to remember what they are, and make allowances. Sometimes I wish we could hear of a country that"s out of kings."
What was the use to tell Jim these warn"t real kings and dukes? It wouldn"t a done no good; and, besides, it was just as I said: you couldn"t tell them from the real kind.
I went to sleep, and Jim didn"t call me when it was my turn. He often done that. When I waked up just at daybreak he was sitting there with his head down betwixt his knees, moaning and mourning to himself. I didn"t take notice nor let on. I knowed what it was about. He was thinking about his wife and his children, away up yonder, and he was low and homesick; because he hadn"t ever been away from home before in his life; and I do believe he cared just as much for his people as white folks does for their"n. It don"t seem natural, but I reckon it"s so.
He was often moaning and mourning that way nights, when he judged I was asleep, and saying, "Po" little "Lizabeth! po" little Johnny! it"s mighty hard; I spec" I ain"t ever gwyne to see you no mo", no mo"!" He was a mighty good n.i.g.g.e.r, Jim was.
But this time I somehow got to talking to him about his wife and young ones; and by and by he says:
"What makes me feel so bad dis time "uz bekase I hear sumpn over yonder on de bank like a whack, er a slam, while ago, en it mine me er de time I treat my little "Lizabeth so ornery. She warn"t on"y "bout fo" year ole, en she tuck de sk"yarlet fever, en had a powful rough spell; but she got well, en one day she was a-stannin" aroun", en I says to her, I says:
""Shet de do"."
"She never done it; jis" stood dah, kiner smilin" up at me. It make me mad; en I says agin, mighty loud, I says:
""Doan" you hear me? Shet de do"!"
"She jis stood de same way, kiner smilin" up. I was a-bilin"! I says:
""I lay I _make_ you mine!"
"En wid dat I fetch" her a slap side de head dat sont her a-sprawlin".
Den I went into de yuther room, en "uz gone "bout ten minutes; en when I come back dah was dat do" a-stannin" open _yit_, en dat chile stannin"
mos" right in it, a-lookin" down and mournin", en de tears runnin" down.
My, but I _wuz_ mad! I was a-gwyne for de chile, but jis" den?it was a do" dat open innerds?jis" den, "long come de wind en slam it to, behine de chile, ker-BLAM!?en my lan", de chile never move"! My breff mos"
hop outer me; en I feel so?so?I doan" know HOW I feel. I crope out, all a-tremblin", en crope aroun" en open de do" easy en slow, en poke my head in behine de chile, sof" en still, en all uv a sudden I says POW!
jis" as loud as I could yell. _She never budge!_ Oh, Huck, I bust out a-cryin" en grab her up in my arms, en say, "Oh, de po" little thing!
De Lord G.o.d Amighty fogive po" ole Jim, kaze he never gwyne to fogive hisself as long"s he live!" Oh, she was plumb deef en dumb, Huck, plumb deef en dumb?en I"d ben a-treat"n her so!"
CHAPTER XXIV.
NEXT day, towards night, we laid up under a little willow towhead out in the middle, where there was a village on each side of the river, and the duke and the king begun to lay out a plan for working them towns. Jim he spoke to the duke, and said he hoped it wouldn"t take but a few hours, because it got mighty heavy and tiresome to him when he had to lay all day in the wigwam tied with the rope. You see, when we left him all alone we had to tie him, because if anybody happened on to him all by himself and not tied it wouldn"t look much like he was a runaway n.i.g.g.e.r, you know. So the duke said it _was_ kind of hard to have to lay roped all day, and he"d cipher out some way to get around it.
He was uncommon bright, the duke was, and he soon struck it. He dressed Jim up in King Lear"s outfit?it was a long curtain-calico gown, and a white horse-hair wig and whiskers; and then he took his theater paint and painted Jim"s face and hands and ears and neck all over a dead, dull, solid blue, like a man that"s been drownded nine days. Blamed if he warn"t the horriblest looking outrage I ever see. Then the duke took and wrote out a sign on a shingle so:
Sick Arab?but harmless when not out of his head.
And he nailed that shingle to a lath, and stood the lath up four or five foot in front of the wigwam. Jim was satisfied. He said it was a sight better than lying tied a couple of years every day, and trembling all over every time there was a sound. The duke told him to make himself free and easy, and if anybody ever come meddling around, he must hop out of the wigwam, and carry on a little, and fetch a howl or two like a wild beast, and he reckoned they would light out and leave him alone.
Which was sound enough judgment; but you take the average man, and he wouldn"t wait for him to howl. Why, he didn"t only look like he was dead, he looked considerable more than that.
These rapscallions wanted to try the Nonesuch again, because there was so much money in it, but they judged it wouldn"t be safe, because maybe the news might a worked along down by this time. They couldn"t hit no project that suited exactly; so at last the duke said he reckoned he"d lay off and work his brains an hour or two and see if he couldn"t put up something on the Arkansaw village; and the king he allowed he would drop over to t"other village without any plan, but just trust in Providence to lead him the profitable way?meaning the devil, I reckon. We had all bought store clothes where we stopped last; and now the king put his"n on, and he told me to put mine on. I done it, of course. The king"s duds was all black, and he did look real swell and starchy. I never knowed how clothes could change a body before. Why, before, he looked like the orneriest old rip that ever was; but now, when he"d take off his new white beaver and make a bow and do a smile, he looked that grand and good and pious that you"d say he had walked right out of the ark, and maybe was old Leviticus himself. Jim cleaned up the canoe, and I got my paddle ready. There was a big steamboat laying at the sh.o.r.e away up under the point, about three mile above the town?been there a couple of hours, taking on freight. Says the king:
"Seein" how I"m dressed, I reckon maybe I better arrive down from St.
Louis or Cincinnati, or some other big place. Go for the steamboat, Huckleberry; we"ll come down to the village on her."
I didn"t have to be ordered twice to go and take a steamboat ride.
I fetched the sh.o.r.e a half a mile above the village, and then went scooting along the bluff bank in the easy water. Pretty soon we come to a nice innocent-looking young country jake setting on a log swabbing the sweat off of his face, for it was powerful warm weather; and he had a couple of big carpet-bags by him.
"Run her nose in sh.o.r.e," says the king. I done it. "Wher" you bound for, young man?"
"For the steamboat; going to Orleans."
"Git aboard," says the king. "Hold on a minute, my servant "ll he"p you with them bags. Jump out and he"p the gentleman, Adolphus"?meaning me, I see.
I done so, and then we all three started on again. The young chap was mighty thankful; said it was tough work toting his baggage such weather.
He asked the king where he was going, and the king told him he"d come down the river and landed at the other village this morning, and now he was going up a few mile to see an old friend on a farm up there. The young fellow says:
"When I first see you I says to myself, "It"s Mr. Wilks, sure, and he come mighty near getting here in time." But then I says again, "No, I reckon it ain"t him, or else he wouldn"t be paddling up the river." You _ain"t_ him, are you?"
"No, my name"s Blodgett?Elexander Blodgett?_Reverend_ Elexander Blodgett, I s"pose I must say, as I"m one o" the Lord"s poor servants.