Who done it? Weve heard considerable about these goings on down in Hookerville, but we dont know who twas that killed Huck Finn.
Well, I reckon theres a right smart chance of people HERE thatd like to know who killed him. Some think old Finn done it himself.
No is that so?
Most everybody thought it at first. Hell never know how nigh he come to getting lynched[94]. But before night they changed around and judged it was done by a runaway nigger named Jim.
Why HE
I stopped. I reckoned I better keep still. She run on, and never noticed I had put in at all:
The nigger run off the very night Huck Finn was killed. So theres a reward out for him three hundred dollars. And theres a reward out for old Finn, too two hundred dollars. You see, he come to town the morning after the murder, and told about it, and was out with em on the ferryboat hunt, and right away after he up and left. Before night they wanted to lynch him, but he was gone, you see. Well, next day they found out the nigger was gone; they found out he hadnt ben seen sence ten oclock the night the murder was done. So then they put it on him, you see; and while they was full of it, next day, back comes old Finn, and went boo-hooing to Judge Thatcher to get money to hunt for the nigger all over Illinois with. The judge gave him some, and that evening he got drunk, and was around till after midnight with a couple of mighty hard-looking strangers, and then went off with them. Well, he haint come back sence, and they aint looking for him back till this thing blows over a little, for people thinks now that he killed his boy and fixed things so folks would think robbers done it, and then hed get Hucks money without having to bother a long time with a lawsuit. People do say he warnt any too good to do it. Oh, hes sly, I reckon. If he dont come back for a year hell be all right. You cant prove anything on him, you know; everything will be quieted down then, and hell walk in Hucks money as easy as nothing[95].
Yes, I reckon so, m. I dont see nothing in the way of it. Has everybody quit thinking the nigger done it?
Oh, no, not everybody. A good many thinks he done it. But theyll get the nigger pretty soon now, and maybe they can scare it out of him.
Why, are they after him yet?
Well, youre innocent, aint you! Does three hundred dollars lay around every day for people to pick up? Some folks think the nigger aint far from here. Im one of them but I haint talked it around. A few days ago I was talking with an old couple that lives next door in the log shanty, and they happened to say hardly anybody ever goes to that island over yonder that they call Jacksons Island. Dont anybody live there? says I. No, nobody, says they. I didnt say any more, but I done some thinking[96]. I was pretty near certain Id seen smoke over there, about the head of the island, a day or two before that, so I says to myself, like as not that niggers hiding over there; anyway, says I, its worth the trouble to give the place a hunt. I haint seen any smoke sence, so I reckon maybe hes gone, if it was him; but husbands going over to see him and another man. He was gone up the river; but he got back to-day, and I told him as soon as he got here two hours ago.
I had got so uneasy I couldnt set still. I had to do something with my hands; so I took up a needle off of the table and went to threading it. My hands shook, and I was making a bad job of it[97]. When the woman stopped talking I looked up, and she was looking at me pretty curious and smiling a little. I put down the needle and thread, and let on to be interested and I was, too and says:
Three hundred dollars is a power of money. I wish my mother could get it. Is your husband going over there to-night?
Oh, yes. He went up-town with the man I was telling you of, to get a boat and see if they could borrow another gun. Theyll go over after midnight.
Couldnt they see better if they was to wait till daytime?
Yes. And couldnt the nigger see better, too? After midnight hell likely be asleep, and they can slip around through the woods and hunt up his camp fire all the better for the dark, if hes got one.
I didnt think of that.
The woman kept looking at me pretty curious, and I didnt feel a bit comfortable. Pretty soon she says:
What did you say your name was, honey?
M-Mary Williams.
Somehow it didnt seem to me that I said it was Mary before, so I didnt look up seemed to me I said it was Sarah; so I felt sort of cornered, and was afeared maybe I was looking it, too. I wished the woman would say something more; the longer she set still the uneasier I was. But now she says:
Honey, I thought you said it was Sarah when you first come in?
Oh, yesm, I did. Sarah Mary Williams. Sarahs my first name. Some calls me Sarah, some calls me Mary.
Oh, thats the way of it?[98]
Yesm.
I was feeling better then, but I wished I was out of there, anyway. I couldnt look up yet.
Well, the woman fell to talking about how hard times was, and how poor they had to live, and how the rats was as free as if they owned the place, and so forth and so on, and then I got easy again. She was right about the rats. Youd see one stick his nose out of a hole in the corner every little while. She said she had to have things handy to throw at them when she was alone, or they wouldnt give her no peace. She showed me a bar of lead twisted up into a knot, and said she was a good shot with it generly, but shed wrenched her arm a day or two ago, and didnt know whether she could throw true now. But she watched for a chance, and directly banged away at a rat; but she missed him wide[99], and said Ouch! it hurt her arm so. Then she told me to try for the next one. I wanted to be getting away before the old man got back, but of course I didnt let on. I got the thing, and the first rat that showed his nose I let drive, and if hed a stayed where he was hed a been a tolerable sick rat. She said that was first-rate, and she reckoned I would hive the next one. She went and got the lump of lead and fetched it back, and brought along a hank of yarn which she wanted me to help her with. I held up my two hands and she put the hank over them, and went on talking about her and her husbands matters. But she broke off to say:
Keep your eye on the rats. You better have the lead in your lap, handy.
So she dropped the lump into my lap just at that moment, and I clapped my legs together on it and she went on talking. But only about a minute. Then she took off the hank and looked me straight in the face, and very pleasant, and says:
Come, now, whats your real name?
Wh-what, mum?
Whats your real name? Is it Bill, or Tom, or Bob? or what is it?
I reckon I shook like a leaf, and I didnt know hardly what to do. But I says:
Please to dont poke fun at a poor girl like me, mum. If Im in the way here, Ill
No, you wont. Set down and stay where you are. I aint going to hurt you, and I aint going to tell on you, nuther. You just tell me your secret, and trust me. Ill keep it; and, whats more, Ill help you. Soll my old man if you want him to. You see, youre a runaway prentice, thats all. It aint anything. There aint no harm in it. Youve been treated bad, and you made up your mind to cut. Bless you, child, I wouldnt tell on you. Tell me all about it now, thats a good boy.