Huckleberry Finn Page #8

Well, I gotta go now.

You see, somebody's

waitin' for me.

My uncle, you know?

Goodbye, George Jackson.

And if I don't ever see you

again, I shan't forget you.

And I'll think about you

many and many a time.

And I'll pray for you, too.

Jim!

Jim!

Jim!

Oh, Jim.

Crocker says the barge will be

here in less than two hours.

Ain't soon enough for me.

Don't like this many

on our hands.

Well, never can tell.

Maybe some of them

damn John Brown abolitionists

is fixin' to ambush

them on the river.

Happened two months

ago near Orangeville.

Got away with 17.

Turned 'em all

loose in Cairo.

Ah, that John

Brown's an idiot!

Who's gonna feed 'em

and take care of 'em

while settin' 'em

free? It's a sin!

All I know John Brown says

ownin' n*ggers is a sin.

Yeah, well, that only

proves he's an idiot!

How many we got this time?

MAN:
Twenty-four.

Countin' the new batch.

Three females

and twenty-one bucks.

All right,

let's get 'em ready.

Tie 'em up over here.

Move along now.

Move along!

(WHISPERING)

No. Get away. No!

She's mighty early

but it looks like the

barge is comin'.

Could be.

The river's high and the

current's mighty strong.

Yeah, that's her all right.

Better get 'em ready.

When did he go?

Just now.

N*gger Jim,

did you hear me?

You all come back before

I kill me every damn

n*gger in this stockade!

Now stand up!

I know you're in

there somewhere!

Jim, no!

All right, just you

listen to this!

All the slaves in there

are bought and paid for.

He'll never do it.

Now that's one.

Now either give yourself up

or I'll finish

off the rest!

Jim, no! No, it's a trick!

I swear to you!

It's a trick, Jim!

Come on!

He isn't gonna fall for

that and you know it.

Once Crocker gets here

we'll put the dogs on him.

Then he won't stand a

chance in hell.

Come on, let's get 'em

ready for the barge.

Huck, Huck, I can't run

no more. I gotta rest.

(GROANS)

All cramped up from

bein' tied.

(GROANS)

Jim, your blood's red.

The same as mine.

You didn't know

that before, Huck?

It was wrong of me,

and it's wrong for you...

For me to let you be out

here with me like, like this.

Runnin' the risk of

being caught like a,

dammed abolitionist!

Huck, I've been lyin'

to you all along.

You been lyin'?

You don't need to run

from your pap no more.

You don't need to

run from anything.

You know that

dead body I found in

that wrecked houseboat?

That was your pap.

I been wanting to tell you.

I wanted to tell

you right then,

but I was scared.

I was scared you'd

run off and leave me

'cause you didn't

need me no more

and, well, I needed you.

Jim...

You did the right

thing back there.

I might have run off on you.

I probably would have.

But now, I don't give a damn

what the whole world says,

'cause if I'm

doin' wrong, well...

Well, I hope I roast

in hell forever!

(DOGS BARKING)

Give me your shirt, Jim. Huh?

Just give me your shirt.

Now, the raft's on

the river, quarter of a

mile or so in the cove.

Now Cairo's just five

miles on the other side.

Ain't you comin' with me?

When you get there

have somebody write a

letter to Judge Thatcher

back to Hannibal for you.

Say where you are

'cause I'm gonna

have the judge send

you your wife and

your little girl.

All it takes is money.

And I still got all of

mine safe with the judge.

I know I can spring

enough loose for that.

(STAMMERING) No, Huck,

that's your money. I can't...

But, Jim, you're

gonna open up a dry good

store in Cairo, ain't you?

We'll need them to help

us run the business.

We're partners.

Right?

Partners! Remember?

Right.

God bless you!

If there is a God up there,

and I ain't sure if

there is or there ain't,

he'll hear me

praying for you, Jim.

(DOGS BARKING)

Life is a wink

Of time

Heaven's a lonely climb

The road is so

Dark and long

Paved with all

Kinds of wrong

But freedom

Freedom

Freedom

Man's got to make his own

Sun warms the earth below

Earth drinks the winter snow

Seeds feed the winds

That blow

And rain makes

The grain to grow

Freedom, freedom, freedom

Freedom, freedom, freedom

Man's got to make his own

Man's got to make

His

Hey, Huck, ho, ho,

Huckleberry hey, hey

Hey, Huckleberry, Huck,

ho, ho, Huckleberry

Hey, Huckleberry Finn

Huckleberry, where you been?

Huck, oh, Huck

Huckleberry, where you been?

Huckleberry, where you been?

Huckleberry, where you been?

Huckleberry,

where you been?

Rather!

In Cayroe, ayeroe

Illinois

Cha dugga, dugga do

Dah, do dah, do

Cha dugga, dugga,

do, dah, do cha

Dugga, dugga do, dah, do,

gonna get away

To Cayroe, ayeroe

Gonna get away

to Cayroe, ayeroe

Down the river

a thousand miles

That's where we're gonna

live in a different style

In Cayroe, ayeroe, Illinois

In Cayroe, ayeroe, Illinois

Down the river

a thousand miles

That's where

we're gonna live in style

In Cayroe, ayeroe, Illinois

In Cayroe, ayeroe

Illinois

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