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I
had
to
claw
away
from
the
bank
pretty
lively
four
or
five
times
,
to
keep
from
knocking
the
islands
out
of
the
river
;
and
so
I
judged
the
raft
must
be
butting
into
the
bank
every
now
and
then
,
or
else
it
would
get
further
ahead
and
clear
out
of
hearing
--
it
was
floating
a
little
faster
than
what
I
was
.
Well
,
I
seemed
to
be
in
the
open
river
again
by
and
by
,
but
I
could
n't
hear
no
sign
of
a
whoop
nowheres
.
I
reckoned
Jim
had
fetched
up
on
a
snag
,
maybe
,
and
it
was
all
up
with
him
.
I
was
good
and
tired
,
so
I
laid
down
in
the
canoe
and
said
I
would
n't
bother
no
more
.
I
did
n't
want
to
go
to
sleep
,
of
course
;
but
I
was
so
sleepy
I
could
n't
help
it
;
so
I
thought
I
would
take
jest
one
little
cat-nap
.
But
I
reckon
it
was
more
than
a
cat-nap
,
for
when
I
waked
up
the
stars
was
shining
bright
,
the
fog
was
all
gone
,
and
I
was
spinning
down
a
big
bend
stern
first
.
First
I
did
n't
know
where
I
was
;
I
thought
I
was
dreaming
;
and
when
things
began
to
come
back
to
me
they
seemed
to
come
up
dim
out
of
last
week
.
It
was
a
monstrous
big
river
here
,
with
the
tallest
and
the
thickest
kind
of
timber
on
both
banks
;
just
a
solid
wall
,
as
well
as
I
could
see
by
the
stars
.
I
looked
away
down-stream
,
and
seen
a
black
speck
on
the
water
.
I
took
after
it
;
but
when
I
got
to
it
it
war
n't
nothing
but
a
couple
of
sawlogs
made
fast
together
.
Then
I
see
another
speck
,
and
chased
that
;
then
another
,
and
this
time
I
was
right
.
It
was
the
raft
.
When
I
got
to
it
Jim
was
setting
there
with
his
head
down
between
his
knees
,
asleep
,
with
his
right
arm
hanging
over
the
steering-oar
.
The
other
oar
was
smashed
off
,
and
the
raft
was
littered
up
with
leaves
and
branches
and
dirt
.
So
she
'd
had
a
rough
time
.
I
made
fast
and
laid
down
under
Jim
's
nose
on
the
raft
,
and
began
to
gap
,
and
stretch
my
fists
out
against
Jim
,
and
says
:
"
Hello
,
Jim
,
have
I
been
asleep
?
Why
did
n't
you
stir
me
up
?
"
"
Goodness
gracious
,
is
dat
you
,
Huck
?
En
you
ain
'
dead
--
you
ain
'
drownded
--
you
's
back
agin
?
It
's
too
good
for
true
,
honey
,
it
's
too
good
for
true
.
Lem
me
look
at
you
chile
,
lem
me
feel
o
'
you
.
No
,
you
ain
'
dead
!
you
's
back
agin
,
'
live
en
soun
'
,
jis
de
same
ole
Huck
--
de
same
ole
Huck
,
thanks
to
goodness
!
"
"
What
's
the
matter
with
you
,
Jim
?
You
been
a-drinking
?
"
