nor no islands, nor no troubles, nor nothing.I been settlinghere

　　talking with you all night till you went to sleep aboutten minutes

　　ago, and I reckon I done the same.You couldn'ta got drunk in that

　　time, so of course you've been dreaming.”

　　“ Dad fetch it, how is I gwyne to dream all dat in ten

　　min-utes？”

　　“Well, hang it all, you did dream it, because there didn'tany

　　of it happen.”

　　“But Huck, it's all jis'as plain to me as—”

　　“It don't make no difference how plain it is, there ain't

　　noth-ing in it.I know, because I've been here all the time.”

　　Jim didn't say nothing for about five minutes, but set

　　therestudying over it.Then he says：

　　“Well, den, I reck'n I did dream it, Huck；but dog mycats ef

　　it ain't de powerfullest dream I ever see.En I hain'tever had no

　　dream b'fo'dat's tired me like dis one.”

　　“Oh, well, that's all right, because a dream does tire abody

　　like everything, sometimes.But this one was a staving8dream—

　　tell me all about it, Jim.”

　　So Jim went to work and told me the whole thing rightthrough,

　　just as it happened, only he painted it up consider-able.Then he

　　said he must start in and“'terpret”it, becauseit was sent for

　　a warning.He said the first tow-head stoodfor a man that would

　　try to do us some good, but the cur-rent was another man that would

　　get us away from him.Thewhoops was warnings that would come to

　　us every now and

　　then, and if we didn't try hard to make out to understandthem

　　they'd just take us into bad luck, 'stead of keeping usout of it.The

　　lot of tow-heads was troubles we was going toget into withquarrelsome people and all kinds of mean folks, but if we minded

　　our business and didn't talk back and ag-gravate them, we would

　　pull through and get out of the fog and into the big clear river,

　　which was the free States, and wouldn't have no more trouble.

　　It had clouded up pretty dark just after I got onto the raft,

　　but it was clearing up again, now.

　　“Oh, well that's all interpreted well enough, as far as it

　　goes, Jim, ”I says；“but what does these things stand for？”

　　It was the leaves and rubbish on the raft, and the smashed

　　oar.You could see them first rate, now.

　　Jim looked at the trash, and then looked at me, and back at

　　the trash again.He had got the dream fixed so strong in his head

　　that be couldn't seem to shake it loose and get the facts back into

　　its place again, right away . But when he did get the thing

　　straightened around, he looked at me steady, without ever smiling,

　　and says：

　　“What do dey stan'for？I's gwyne to tell you.When I got all