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"
Yes
,
it
is
--
and
I
could
a
had
it
if
I
'd
been
big
enough
;
I
see
him
FIRST
.
Who
nailed
him
?
"
"
It
was
an
old
fellow
--
a
stranger
--
and
he
sold
out
his
chance
in
him
for
forty
dollars
,
becuz
he
's
got
to
go
up
the
river
and
ca
n't
wait
.
Think
o
'
that
,
now
!
You
bet
I
'D
wait
,
if
it
was
seven
year
.
"
"
That
's
me
,
every
time
,
"
says
I.
"
But
maybe
his
chance
ai
n't
worth
no
more
than
that
,
if
he
'll
sell
it
so
cheap
.
Maybe
there
's
something
ai
n't
straight
about
it
.
"
"
But
it
IS
,
though
--
straight
as
a
string
.
I
see
the
handbill
myself
.
It
tells
all
about
him
,
to
a
dot
--
paints
him
like
a
picture
,
and
tells
the
plantation
he
's
frum
,
below
NewrLEANS
.
No-sirree-BOB
,
they
ai
n't
no
trouble
'
bout
THAT
speculation
,
you
bet
you
.
Say
,
gim
me
a
chaw
tobacker
,
wo
n't
ye
?
"
I
did
n't
have
none
,
so
he
left
.
I
went
to
the
raft
,
and
set
down
in
the
wigwam
to
think
.
But
I
could
n't
come
to
nothing
.
I
thought
till
I
wore
my
head
sore
,
but
I
could
n't
see
no
way
out
of
the
trouble
.
After
all
this
long
journey
,
and
after
all
we
'd
done
for
them
scoundrels
,
here
it
was
all
come
to
nothing
,
everything
all
busted
up
and
ruined
,
because
they
could
have
the
heart
to
serve
Jim
such
a
trick
as
that
,
and
make
him
a
slave
again
all
his
life
,
and
amongst
strangers
,
too
,
for
forty
dirty
dollars
.
Once
I
said
to
myself
it
would
be
a
thousand
times
better
for
Jim
to
be
a
slave
at
home
where
his
family
was
,
as
long
as
he
'd
GOT
to
be
a
slave
,
and
so
I
'd
better
write
a
letter
to
Tom
Sawyer
and
tell
him
to
tell
Miss
Watson
where
he
was
.
But
I
soon
give
up
that
notion
for
two
things
:
she
'd
be
mad
and
disgusted
at
his
rascality
and
ungratefulness
for
leaving
her
,
and
so
she
'd
sell
him
straight
down
the
river
again
;
and
if
she
did
n't
,
everybody
naturally
despises
an
ungrateful
nigger
,
and
they
'd
make
Jim
feel
it
all
the
time
,
and
so
he
'd
feel
ornery
and
disgraced
.
And
then
think
of
ME
!
It
would
get
all
around
that
Huck
Finn
helped
a
nigger
to
get
his
freedom
;
and
if
I
was
ever
to
see
anybody
from
that
town
again
I
'd
be
ready
to
get
down
and
lick
his
boots
for
shame
.
That
's
just
the
way
:
a
person
does
a
low-down
thing
,
and
then
he
do
n't
want
to
take
no
consequences
of
it
.
Thinks
as
long
as
he
can
hide
,
it
ai
n't
no
disgrace
.
That
was
my
fix
exactly
.
The
more
I
studied
about
this
the
more
my
conscience
went
to
grinding
me
,
and
the
more
wicked
and
low-down
and
ornery
I
got
to
feeling
.
And
at
last
,
when
it
hit
me
all
of
a
sudden
that
here
was
the
plain
hand
of
Providence
slapping
me
in
the
face
and
letting
me
know
my
wickedness
was
being
watched
all
the
time
from
up
there
in
heaven
,
whilst
I
was
stealing
a
poor
old
woman
's
nigger
that
had
n't
ever
done
me
no
harm
,
and
now
was
showing
me
there
's
One
that
's
always
on
the
lookout
,
and
ai
n't
a-going
to
allow
no
such
miserable
doings
to
go
only
just
so
fur
and
no
further
,
I
most
dropped
in
my
tracks
I
was
so
scared
.
Well
,
I
tried
the
best
I
could
to
kinder
soften
it
up
somehow
for
myself
by
saying
I
was
brung
up
wicked
,
and
so
I
war
n't
so
much
to
blame
;
but
something
inside
of
me
kept
saying
,
"
There
was
the
Sunday-school
,
you
could
a
gone
to
it
;
and
if
you
'd
a
done
it
they
'd
a
learnt
you
there
that
people
that
acts
as
I
'd
been
acting
about
that
nigger
goes
to
everlasting
fire
.
"
It
made
me
shiver
.
And
I
about
made
up
my
mind
to
pray
,
and
see
if
I
could
n't
try
to
quit
being
the
kind
of
a
boy
I
was
and
be
better
.
So
I
kneeled
down
.
But
the
words
would
n't
come
.
Why
would
n't
they
?
It
war
n't
no
use
to
try
and
hide
it
from
Him
.
Nor
from
ME
,
neither
.
I
knowed
very
well
why
they
would
n't
come
.
It
was
because
my
heart
war
n't
right
;
it
was
because
I
war
n't
square
;
it
was
because
I
was
playing
double
.
I
was
letting
ON
to
give
up
sin
,
but
away
inside
of
me
I
was
holding
on
to
the
biggest
one
of
all
.
I
was
trying
to
make
my
mouth
SAY
I
would
do
the
right
thing
and
the
clean
thing
,
and
go
and
write
to
that
nigger
's
owner
and
tell
where
he
was
;
but
deep
down
in
me
I
knowed
it
was
a
lie
,
and
He
knowed
it
.
You
ca
n't
pray
a
lie
--
I
found
that
out
.
