BY and by, when we got up, we turned over the truck the gang had stole off of the wreck, and found boots, and blankets, and clothes, and all sorts of other things, and a lot of books, and a spyglass, and three boxes of seegars.We hadn't ever been this rich before in neither of our lives.
The seegars was prime.We laid off all the afternoon in the woods talking, and me reading the books, and having a general good time.I told Jim all about what happened inside the wreck and at the ferryboat, and I said these kinds of things was adventures; but he said he didn't want no more adventures.
He said that when I went in the texas and he crawled back to get on the raft and found her gone he nearly died, because he judged it was all up with HIM anyway it could be fixed; for if he didn't get saved he would get drownded; and if he did get saved, whoever saved him would send him back home so as to get the reward, and then Miss Watson would sell him South, sure.Well, he was right; he was most always right; he had an uncommon level head for a nigger.
I read considerable to Jim about kings and dukes and earls and such, and how gaudy they dressed, and how much style they put on, and called each other your majesty, and your grace, and your lordship, and so on, 'stead of mister; and Jim's eyes bugged out, and he was interested.He says:
"I didn' know dey was so many un um.I hain't hearn 'bout none un um, skasely, but ole King Sollermun, onless you counts dem kings dat's in a pack er k'yards.How much do a king git?""Get?" I says; "why, they get a thousand dollars a month if they want it; they can have just as much as they want; everything belongs to them.""AIN' dat gay? En what dey got to do, Huck?""THEY don't do nothing! Why, how you talk! They just set around.""No; is dat so?"
"Of course it is.They just set around -- except, maybe, when there's a war; then they go to the war.But other times they just lazy around;or go hawking -- just hawking and sp -- Sh! -- d' you hear a noise?"We skipped out and looked; but it warn't nothing but the flutter of a steamboat's wheel away down, coming around the point; so we come back.
"Yes," says I, "and other times, when things is dull, they fuss with the parlyment; and if everybody don't go just so he whacks their heads off.But mostly they hang round the harem.""Roun' de which?"
"Harem."
"What's de harem?"
"The place where he keeps his wives.Don't you know about the harem?
Solomon had one; he had about a million wives.""Why, yes, dat's so; I -- I'd done forgot it.A harem's a bo'd'n-house, I reck'n.Mos' likely dey has rackety times in de nussery.En I reck'n de wives quarrels considable; en dat 'crease de racket.Yit dey say Sollermun de wises' man dat ever live'.I doan' take no stock in dat.Bekase why:
would a wise man want to live in de mids' er sich a blim-blammin' all de time? No -- 'deed he wouldn't.A wise man 'ud take en buil' a biler-factry;en den he could shet DOWN de biler-factry when he want to res'.""Well, but he WAS the wisest man, anyway; because the widow she told me so, her own self.""I doan k'yer what de widder say, he WARN'T no wise man nuther.He had some er de dad-fetchedes' ways I ever see.Does you know 'bout dat chile dat he 'uz gwyne to chop in two?""Yes, the widow told me all about it."
"WELL, den! Warn' dat de beatenes' notion in de worl'? You jes' take en look at it a minute.Dah's de stump, dah -- dat's one er de women; heah's you -- dat's de yuther one; I's Sollermun; en dish yer dollar bill's de chile.Bofe un you claims it.What does I do? Does I shin aroun' mongs'