The Adventures of Huck Finn Page #3

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

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