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The adventures of Huckleberry Finn


                                      This tale has no reason,
                                      No lesson can be found.
                                      If you want a moral,
                                      Quick! Put this story down!



 Continuation from the book




Continuation from the book




In the Fog-A White Lie- Missing Cairo


         He crawled into what remained of the hut. I tried to get him to come back out, but he wouldn't do it.

         After about fifteen minutes, I humbled myself and apologized. I felt so bad I could have kissed his feet.




         Jim couldn't wait to get to Cairo because as soon as he got there, he'd be a free man. I wanted him to get there, too. Yet, I felt wrong. What had Miss Watson ever done to me, besides trying to teach me to read, that I should treat her this way by helping her slave—her property—escape? But in my mind, Jim didn't seem like property anymore. I felt torn between what I'd been taught and what I felt. I learned two "rights" are not always the same thing. One had to be wrong.

         "As soon as I'm free," Jim said, "I'm going to save my money. I'm going to buy my wife from Mr. Blake. Then we'll both work and save. And then we'll buy our two children from Masters Dolan and Crisfield. And if those slave owners don't sell, I'll hire an Abolitionist to steal them."

         Such talk put shivers through my spine because it went against everything I had been taught. I couldn't take it anymore. Surely every white person I knew couldn't be wrong. I had to turn Jim in.

         "Cairo!" Jim shouted when he saw the lights of a town.

         "I'll go ashore," I said.

         "You're the best friend I ever had," Jim said. "I've never known a white man to keep his word to me. I'll owe you for my freedom."

         Before I could get to shore, two men came by in a skiff.

         "Is that your raft up there?" one asked.


         "Anybody on it?"


         "Black or white?"

         I wanted to tell the truth, but I couldn't betray Jim. Something inside me told me wrong had to be right. "White."

         "Five slaves escaped. We've got to capture them before they reach freedom," the other man said. "I think we'll just see for ourselves."

         "Please do," I said. "It's my Pap. He's got smallpox. We need help."

         "Smallpox!" the first man yelled. "Do you want to infect us?"

         "Please, we need help."

         "We can't take that chance, boy," the second one said. "Here." The man put a gold piece on a floating slab of wood. "I'll float this twenty dollars to you."

         "Add my twenty more," the other man said.

         "We're afraid to come near even you, son," the first man said. "We wish you the best."

         I cried like I was upset. Then I fished the money from the water. As soon as the men sailed away, I caught up with Jim and showed him the twenty dollar coins.

         I felt good about the money. But I felt awful that I'd lied to those men. And I'd done even more wrong—I hadn't turned Jim in. Then though how I'd feel if I had turned Jim in. I'd feel awful both ways. What's the good of a conscience if you don't feel better after doing one for the other?


         Jim saw that I was kinda low. "You be strong, honey. We'll get to Cairo soon enough."

         But we didn't get to Cairo. Further down the river we realized that we were headed down the Mississippi toward Arkansas—farther into slave country. We figured we musta passed the turn up ne Ohio River way back in all that fog.

         "I should have kept a better watch," I told Jim.

         "Don't blame yourself, Huck. You didn't know. We'll figure something out. You just be strong, child. You just be strong."

         We made a plan to abandon the raft and take the canoe back upriver to Cairo before somebody caught Jim. But as the sun rose to the east, we decided to wait until the next night.

         That day we slept. At night, we sneaked to our canoe, but the canoe had disappeared! Because we couldn't make any time pushing the raft upriver against the current, we had no choice but to continue downriver until we could buy a canoe. ("Borrowing" one might send people after us.)

         We heard a steamboat. The weather had turned bad, and we lit a lantern so the steamboat wouldn't run us over. Normally, boats traveling upriver stay to the easier water and never get near the swift channel used by vessels going downriver. When fog or bad weather sets in, though, they share the deeper channel, afraid they might run aground in the easier water. That put us both on the same path.

         The steamboat came on top of us before we saw her or she saw us.

         Bells went off on the steamboat telling the engineer to stop the engines, but before they could stop, she cut right through our raft. Jim fell overboard on one side and I fell on the other. I dived straight for the bottom to keep from being chopped up by the thirty-foot paddlewheel. I held my breath underwater for about a minute  and a half until my lungs almost burst. When I finally had to shoot up out of the water, the steamboat was tugging up the river, never caring if it killed us, or what. I called out to Jim, but he never answered. I swam to shore.

         I walked about two miles downriver thinking that if Jim had swam to shore, he probably wouldn't trouble himself to swim upstream. Sure enough, there was Jim hiding in a clump of blackberry bushes. I was never so glad to see him! I jumped in the bushes myself. He ran to me and hugged me when he saw me coming. And he had our raft! He Said he hadn't heard me calling him because he was too busy swimming downstream trying to catch the raft. We were never both so happy to get back out on the river, in the open—free on the Mississippi.