A couple of nigger traders come along, and the king sold them the niggers reasonable, for three-day drafts as they called it, and away they went, the two sons up the river to Memphis, and their mother down the river to Orleans.
What's the matter with 'em?» «They're-they're-are you the watchman of the boat?» «Yes he says, kind of pretty-well-satisfied like.This ain't no bad thing that we've struck here-plenty grub and an easy life-come, give us your hand, duke, and le's all be friends.» The duke done it, and Jim and me was pretty glad to see.And when we stepped on to the raft I says: «NOW, old Jim, you're a free man again, and I bet you won't ever be a slave no more.» «En a mighty good job it wuz, too, Huck.Grangerford was a gentleman, you see.As soon as they was out of sight I sung out to Buck and told him.Where would it be?» «Well, that'S all right then, thank goodness.» Says I, kind of timid-like: «Is something gone wrong?» The king whirls on me and rips out: «None o' your business!After breakfast I wanted to talk about the dead man and guess out how he come to be killed, but Jim didn't want.So pretty soon he says: «The man that bought him is named Abram Foster-Abram.And by and by they had me up to tell what I knowed.
I said I reckoned they killed him, too; but Jim didn't want to talk about that.
You jes' take en look at it a minute.
But Bill says: «Hold on-'d you go through him?» «No.The rest is just cheating." 30 31 Pulitzer Prize winner Ron Powers states in his Twain biography ( Mark Twain: A Life ) that "Huckleberry Finn endures as a consensus masterpiece despite these final chapters in which Tom Sawyer leads Huck through elaborate machinations.In the North he lets anybody walk over him that wants to, and goes home and prays for a humble spirit to bear.All right; I can stop anywhere I want.Every night we passed towns, some of them away up on black hillsides, nothing but just a shiny bed of lights; not a house could you see.I wouldn' lay de weight er my finger on um, not f'r ten hund'd thous'n billion dollars, I wouldn't.» chapter xxxvii.