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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
nigger
;
but
I
done
it
,
and
I
war
n't
ever
sorry
for
it
afterwards
,
neither
.
I
did
n't
do
him
no
more
mean
tricks
,
and
I
would
n't
done
that
one
if
I
'd
a
knowed
it
would
make
him
feel
that
way
.
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
could
n'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
would
n't
,
because
I
had
heard
say
there
war
n't
but
about
a
dozen
houses
there
,
and
if
they
did
n't
happen
to
have
them
lit
up
,
how
was
we
going
to
know
we
was
passing
a
town
?
Jim
said
if
the
two
big
rivers
joined
together
there
,
that
would
show
.
But
I
said
maybe
we
might
think
we
was
passing
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
ashore
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
war
n't
nothing
to
do
now
but
to
look
out
sharp
for
the
town
,
and
not
pass
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
war
n'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
could
n't
get
that
out
of
my
conscience
,
no
how
nor
no
way
.
It
got
to
troubling
me
so
I
could
n't
rest
;
I
could
n't
stay
still
in
one
place
.
It
had
n'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
war
n't
to
blame
,
because
I
did
n't
run
Jim
off
from
his
rightful
owner
;
but
it
war
n't
no
use
,
conscience
up
and
says
,
every
time
,
"
But
you
knowed
he
was
running
for
his
freedom
,
and
you
could
a
paddled
ashore
and
told
somebody
.
"
That
was
so
--
I
could
n'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
nigger
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
.
