Amen, amen, praise da lawd! Huck Finn has pulled off a real true miracle. He found me in dat shed and him and his pal Tom Sawyer spent days playin’ dese ridiculous games and methods o’ getting’ me free. Dey put all types o’ d’scustin’ creatures and da shed and forced me to scrawl messages on tin plates and baked me a crazy pie with sheets in it! I decided early on I would allow the boys to go on with da games, after all, dey were my only hope. And boy dey done it. One night, dey came and broke me out and men was chasin’ and shootin’ us, but we got da best o’ dem. Po’ Tom Sawyer got shot in da leg though, and we lost track o’ Huck, and I couldn’ leave da po’ boy to die in a canoe, so I had no choice but to give muhself up and save Tom. I’d thunk enough selfish thoughts. I swore dey woulda killed me, but dis woman named Sally shown up and Tom Sawyer confessed to my bein’ free for a good two months on account on Missus’ death; the ole hag set muh free, one last act fo’ fo’giveness. Knowin’ I was truly free, I decided I needed to tell Huck ‘bout his Pap’s death. He was awful relieved, but not like me. Now I was free to head North and make ‘nuf money to buy free muh wife and kids. I s’pose I regret using po’ Huck Finn a bit, but I did keep him safe fo’ da most part and golly wuz he mo trouble den he was worth. Hopin’ I taught that boy a thang or two bout respect for men like me and da fates. Thank da lawd for all dis hair on muh chest, I’m alive.
Huck n I tried to ‘scape Duke and King, but dey seem to have latched on to our journey real tight and thos bastards just sold me off to some famer named Silas while Huck was away! Can you believe it, all this fo’ nuthin’. I may as well be dead, I’ll be killed fo’ this fo sho. Dey shut me up in a damp ole shed, doan’think I’ll eva see da light o day again!
Wild Duke attackin’ King!
Dese last few days have been a real whirlwind, ‘fraid I haven’t done much journalin’. We narrowly ‘scaped death when a steam boat crashed right into our raft and I thought Huck was lost to me. Found out he’d found shelter with a family with a crazy vendetta fo’ a neighborin’ family. I waited it out, knowin’ I needed da boy. Huck narrowly ‘scaped death and found me, but as we continued down da river, we realized we missed Cairo back in dat fog. I nearly broke into tears. We was so far South, I knew Huck was my only hope in keepin’ me alive. We also met dese two con men out to fool e’ry town we came to. I doan’ trust’m one bit, dey is filthy liars and thieves tryna convince me dey’s Kings and Dukes. Dey ain’t nothin’ but criminals. I know I got just play along, or I could get muhself killed.
Boy oh boy, dat Huck Finn continues to s’prise me wit his b’havior. Boy came up to me and humbled ‘imslef, pologizing for his lies. I’d made a big fuss ova how he upset me, so musta made him feel mighty guilty, as he should. I really do care fo dat boy, but he’s a real dog.
Seems the bad omen o’ da rattler-skin has truly come back to haunt me. We wuz in route to Cairo, muh path to the North, when fog as thick as split pea soup came rollin’ in and I got sep’rated from Huck. I shouted and whooped tryna get his attention, but was no use. Thought he was lost to me I did! Thought the po’ boy drowned! I fell asleep, thinkin’ he was truly lost an’ woke up to Huck hisself askin’ me why I ain’t woken him up. And would you believe it, dat boy had da audacity to try and convince me wuz all a dream. Huck lied straight to muh face, sayin’ he ain’t eva seen no fog or islands or nuthin’. Den, on top o’ dat, the lil bastard tried to accuse me o’ bein’ a drunk like his pa, can you beli’ dat!?
Lawd, las’ nigh’ was mighty turrible. Huck and I came cross a d’sastrous wreck where we found three evil murdahr’s, two plottin’ ta kill da other and steal his loot. Ya’ll have no idea how ‘fraid I was, ‘fraid I’d get muhself killed, leavin’ my family trapped in slavery fo’eva. We nearly lost our raft, leavin’ us stranded on that god fo’saken ship. Dat Huck Finn whipped up a pack o’ lies tryna get help for da po fella ‘bouts to get murdahd, but it warn’t no use. We got back to dat dreadful wreck, only to find the thang sliding down into da river, takin’ dem bad men with it. I’m startin’ to think that loose cannon Huck Finn may be mo trouble than he’s worth.
Ah hell! Dat Huck Finn has pulled the downright nastiest stunt tonight. After I got done tellin’ ‘im da dangers of messin’ with snake-skin and da bad luck dey can bring, dat fool got it in his head to leave a dead rattler right in muh bed. Course its mate came ‘long, ended up bitin’ me right in muh foot! Swear I nearly died. No doubt this bad omen’ll leave a shadow ova da rest o’ our journey, oooooey, I could ring that lil boy’s neck. I know he doan’ have no respect for someone he know as a slave, he doan’ care about po Jim. I’m so sick and drunk righ now, tryna ease da pain with Pap’s whiskey; I only hope I can make it North soon.
Remindin’ muhself Huck ain’t grown up enough to even understand his Pa’s death.
Today we was rum’ging through an ole house when come I across a body been dead a good few days. I looked closer ‘n saw was Pap Finn in the flesh, ‘is alcohol ‘buse ‘as finally caught up to ‘im. I kep Huck from seein’ da body on account of he may want to turn back if he knew his pa was gone and he was safe and I truly need him to get North fo my family, naw, that wouldn’t do one bit.
Me lookin’ like a crazy foo thinkin’ Huck was a ghost!
Goo Lawd, ya’ll won’ believe who I run into on Jackson Island dis very night. None other than Huck Finn in the flesh, an’ I would sworn he was a ghost, come back to haunt me fo not helpin’ him ‘scape his drunkard Pa! Sho nuff wuz Huck, and alive. He told me all ‘bout his clever plan to fake ‘is own death usin’ hogs blood, smartest thang I ‘er hear’. Huck’s ‘fraid if he goes back to town, his pa’ll kill ‘im to get to his fortune. I’ve decided that it’s muh responsibility to keep ‘im safe from dis point on, after all, dis may be my only chance to make good by him. Dis would also be good fo me, havin’ a white boy along’ll surely make my journey smootha, dis could be muh ticket out.
Why would Missus do dis to muh!? Life ain’t fair.