as I could see, by the stars.I looked away down stream, and seen

　　a blacK speck on the water.I took out after it；butwhen I got to

　　it it warn't nothing but a couple of saw-logsmade fast

　　together.Then I see another speck, and chasedthat；then another,

　　and this time I was right.It was the raft.

　　When I got to it Jim was setting there with his head downbetween

　　his knees, asleep, with his right arm hanging overthe steering

　　oar.The other oar was smashed off, and the raftwas littered up

　　with leaves and branches and dirt.So she'dhad a rough time.

　　I made fast and laid down under Jim's nose on the raft, and

　　begun to gap, 7 and stretch my fists out against Jim, andsays：

　　“Hello, Jim, have I been asleep？Why didn't you stir meup？”

　　“Goodness gracious, is dat you, Huck？En you ain'dead—you

　　ain'drowned—you's back agin？It's too good fortrue, honey, it's

　　too good for true.Lemme look at you, chile, lemme feel o'you.No,

　　you ain'dead？you's back agin, 'liveen soun', jis de same ole

　　Huck—de same ole Huck, thanksto goodness！”

　　“What's the matter with you, Jim？You been a drinking？”

　　“Drinkin'？Has I ben a drinkin'？Has I had a chance tobe a

　　drinkin'？”

　　“Well, then, what makes you talk so wild？”

　　“How does I talk wild？”

　　“How？why, haint you been talking about my coming back, and

　　all that stuff, as if I'd been gone away？”

　　“ Huck — Huck Finn, you look me in de eye ；look me inde

　　eye.Hain't you ben gone away？”

　　“Gone away？Why, what in the nation do you mean？Ihain't been

　　gone anywheres.Where would I go to？”

　　“Well, looky here, boss, dey's sumf'n wrong, dey is.Is I me,

　　or who is I？Is I heah, or whah is I？Now dat's what Iwants to

　　know？”

　　“Well, I think you're here, plain enough, but I think you'reatangle-headed old fool, Jim.”

　　“I is, is I？Well you answer me dis.Didn't you tote outde

　　line in de canoe, fer to make fas'to de tow-head？”

　　“No, I didn't.What tow-head？I hain't seen no tow-head？”

　　“You hain't seen no tow-head？Looky here—didn't deline pull

　　loose en de raf'go a hummin'down de river, enleave you en de canoe

　　behine in de fog？”

　　“What fog？”

　　“Why de fog.De fog dat's ben aroun'all night.En didn'tyou

　　whoop, en didn't I whoop, tell we got mix'up in de is-lands en one

　　un us got los'en 'tother one was jis'as goodas los', 'kase he

　　didn'know whah he wuz？En didn't I bustup agin a lot er dem islands

　　en have a turrible time en mos'git drownded？Now ain'dat so, boss—

　　ain't it so？You an-swer me dat.”

　　“well, this is too many for me, Jim.I hain't seen no fog,