The Adventures of Huck Finn Page #2

Mmmm. "Yes, Pap."

Little runt.

I knew if I stuck around I'd be dead.

But dead was the only way

Pap would ever leave me alone.

Wild boars are mighty good eatin'. And

this one were gonna save my life as well.

What the...

Now that I was dead,

I could do what I wanted...

and go where I wanted, and neither Pap nor

Miss Watson would ever try and follow me.

And right now, I figured

I'd go to Jackson's Island.

No one lives there

nor hardly visits,

and the fishin's

awful good too.

- Aaah!

- Aaah!

- Huck? - Hell's bells, Jim! I

almost puked up my livers.

- I thought you was dead.

- I ain't dead.

But your Pap came into town

this mornin'...

screamin' about how some robbers

had cut you into a million pieces.

Faked it all, Jim.

I'm as alive as you.

- Nope. You ain't dead.

- Funny, Jim!

- Your Pap look like he done seen the

devil himself. - Scared him, did I?

Scared him? You scared

the whole town. They's

out huntin' down your

murderer right now.

- That's mighty nice of'em. - The widow

wants you to have a proper burial,

so she got all the womenfolk fleecin'

the woods lookin' for your carcass.

- Wish 'em luck, Jim. They ain't gonna

find my remainders. - No, they're not.

You know,

I kinda like bein' dead.

Come on!

Whoo!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Say, Jim! Shouldn't ya be gettin'

back before Miss Watson misses ya?

Well, Huck...

You promise not to tell on me

if I tell you somethin'?

Damned if I would, Jim.

Honest Injun.

Well, I believe you,

so I'm gonna tell you.

This mornin' in all the confusion

caused by your murder...

- I ran off!

-Jim!

- You promised not to tell!

- I know I did! I know.

And my word's my word,

and I'll keep my word.

But Jim...

you're a runaway slave!

I could get tarred

for not turnin' you in.

I could get lynched.

Why'd ya do it, Jim?

A slave trader come by the other day

and offered Miss Watson $800 for me.

Her and the widow felt

so bad they pert near cried.

But times is tough. It was

just too much money to resist.

I couldn't let myself get sold

all the way down New Orleans.

- I'd never see my wife and

my children again! - But Jim!

Now ya ain't never

gonna get to see 'em.

My only chance is

to go downriver to Cairo.

- Go south? A runaway slave go south?

- I know, I know!

But I got me a canoe,

Huck, and this.

A map to freedom.

Now, here's me.

If I can get myself

all the way down here to Cairo,

where the Ohio River

comes into the Mississippi,

I can take it all the way

up to the free states.

You know how hard that'd be, Jim?

It's a million miles to Cairo!

And a slave

on the river by himself?

- Ya won't get five miles.

- I know.

But if I could do it,

if I could...

I'd get the chance to earn

money to buy my family.

Ah, hell!

We'll do it together.

I'll help you get to Cairo.

Aw, shut up, Jim!

- Now, don't be long, and don't forget

the eggs. - All right. All right.

- And the flour.

- All right.

And the candles,

matches, tobacco...

Hell's bells, Jim! Whatever ain't

nailed down is what I'll get!

And don't let nobody

recognize you.

- Well, hello, ma'am.

- Hello, child. My lands!

- What happened to your eye?

- A cow kicked me.

Gracious! Well,

what can I do for you?

Well, I was comin' from

Hookville to visit my cousin...

- when my horse went lame.

- Oh, dear me! Well, come in, come in.

My, that's a pretty bonnet!

- A little girl across the lane has one

just like it. - It's a popular style.

Well, it looks so much cuter on you.

So, what's your name?

Sarah.

Sarah Williams.

Well, she got

to talking about this and about that...

and blah-di-blah-di-blah until I wanted

to wring her scrawny little neck.

So I decided to take advantage

of the situation.

But by and by, she got to

talking about the murder.

That's where

my husband is right now,

out with some of the other men

trying to hunt up the murderer.

And when they find him,

they's gonna shoot him.

That's good! 'Cause I heard

Huck Finn was such a sweet boy.

That ain't what I heard.

So who do they think

killed him?

At first, everyone figured that

old Pap Finn done it himself.

- Is that so?

- They almost lynched him, too.

But then he up and vanished with

some of his rapscallion friends.

It ain't no matter.

'Cause now everyone judges

that the man who

murdered poor Huck Finn...

were a runaway slave named Jim.

Jim!

Jim?

Missus, where's my jacket?

- Howdy, little one.

- Hello, good sir.

- What're you fetchin' off for? - I think

we found that murderin' runaway slave.

- Huh! - Now, we been lookin' everywhere,

and some old codger just now...

said that he saw smoke

out on Jackson Island.

Ain't nobody lives there and hardly

anyone visits, so it's gotta be him!

Hey, hey!

- Now, you watch yourself there, little

precious. - You be careful!

Oh, don't worry, I will. That slave

is worth $400, dead or alive.

I best be goin' now.

Oh, not until

you've had some vittles.

- What was your name again?

- Mary... Williams.

I thought you said it was Sarah.

Yessim, I did.

Sarah Mary Williams.

Somes calls me Sarah;

somes calls me Mary.

My goodness!

- You think you could hit that rat for me?

- Be happy to.

- Got 'im!

- Good arm you got there.

Ohhh, I keep it in shape

with lots of knittin'.

- You is a boy!

- Oh, how you do tease a poor girl so.

You may fool some, but not me!

If you was a girl, you'd have missed

that rat by six or seven feet.

Now fess up!

Who is ya?

You fess up, you little thing! You tell

me, who is ya? You tell me, who is ya?

Oh! Oh!

Come back here!

-Jim! Jim, wake up! Wake up!

- Huh?

- Oh, man! - Look at you, Huck.

If you ain't the prettiest...

They's after us, Jim, and there ain't

a minute to lose. Come on!

- Come on.

- Hurry up!

- Come on, come on! Them dogs sound hungry!

- Then get a move on.

Hey!

We was off,

headin'down the mighty Mississippi...

on the journey to Cairo

to set Jim free.

'Course, first we had to stop

along the way and borrow a few things.

Say, Huck,

I been feelin'...

mighty guiltful 'bout all this

borrowin' we've been doin'.

- Ah, you'll get over it.

- That ain't the point.

That ain't who

I think it is, is it?

It's you, all right, Jim.

" Four hundred dollar reward.

- Runaway slave."

- And what's that say?

Uh... handsome

and well-mannered.

Oh... Now come on, Huck,

what's it really say?

Nothin'.

Just that you're wanted for murder.

Murder! I...

Ohhh, I see.

I'm wanted for your murder.

Well, we best travel only at night.

Is that what I really look like?

- 'Fraid so, Jim.

- Damn!

- Oh, did you see that?

- Let's go for it!

- What if there's people on it?

- No way!

A body'd have to be crazy to be on that

wreck! She's bound to break up any second.

Oh, fine! Then let's

just get right aboard!

Looks like she ain't

been here long.

Yeah. Might be some good loot around.

Let's split up and see what she's got.

Hold on, hold on! Dead bodies is

what she's got, so let's be careful.

Right!

- I'll go this way.

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