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ARRoGANT CoURiERS WiTH ESSaYS
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Grade Level: Type of Work Subject/Topic is on:
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[ ]6-8 [ ]Class Notes [Seems like a short ]
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[x]9-10 [ ]Cliff Notes [Segment from Hucklberry ]
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[ ]11-12 [ ]Essay/Report [Finn. ]
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[ ]College [x]Misc [ ]
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Dizzed: 06/94 # of Words:1603 School: ? State: ?
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ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ>ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ>ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ>Chop Here>ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ>ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ>ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ>ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ
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Then we got out the raft and slipped along down in the shade, past the foot
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of the island dead still-never saying a word.
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It must a been near six o'clock in the morning the day after we escaped the
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slave hunters when Jim come in my tent to wake me up.
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"C'mon Huck, git up! Dere's another raft c'min dis way!"
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I was up like a shot, and I ran outside to take a good look at this raft.
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Since it was spring, the sun was up nice and early, and I could see pretty
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clearly. Down river maybe one hundred feet or so war another raft, much
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like our own. It 'peared someone was lyin' on it, fast asleep. I couldn't
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tell whether it war a man or a boy, but he had nothing on the raft sides
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hisself, no clothes, no money, no bag, nuthin.
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"Huck, I don' like dis berry much. C'mon, les go on past, and hope he
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dasn't wake up and see de raf'." Jim advised.
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"Shhh." I said. "Maybe he's from Cairo, or mebbe he can direct us to it."
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Jim still didn't like the idea, he went off mumbling about slave hunters
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and whatnot, but he didn't give me no more trouble bout it. Well, sure
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enough, we moved on by that raft and we sees who's on it, a little boy was
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who. Asleep, just lying there, not watching out for no towheads or trees
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or rocks. Couldn't a been more than five years, wearing torn overalls and
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a straw hat just like mine over yellow hair and blue eyes, with real light
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skin.
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"Jim, gimme our rope, and quick now." I said.
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"But why?" he answered.
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"Jes give it here and trust me." Jim sighed as he gave me the rope.
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"If I ever git myself off dis raf; I ain' neva gonn trust you agin, Huck.
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I been doin too much of it." I laughed softly, and Jim smiled as I slipped
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off the boat and into the water. Very slowly like I swam to t'other raft,
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and tied on our rope, putting our two rafts together. Then I turned around
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and swam back to our raft, where Jim was waiting.
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"C'mon Jim, help me pull in this here rope." I said. Jim looked ready to
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reply, but he didn't, and instead sighed again and turned his head to
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pulling in the rope.
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Pretty soon we had the other raft floating along just beside our own, and
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the two were tied together. The little boy still hadn't waked up yet, and
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went on sleeping just as pleasant as can be. I went back into Jim and my
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stuff, and got out Pap's rifle, and went to set by the sleeping boy. Jim
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probably wondered what I was doing, and it showed, but he didn't say
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nuthin, he was so 'sasperated.
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By and by the little boy come to rubbing his eyes and waking up. When he
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did, I pointed the rifle at him.
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"Git up!" I said, tryin' to make my voice sound real hard and robber like.
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"Who are you?" he asked as he stood up, looking not worried at all.
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I thought for a second. "You can call me Pat the Pirate, and that there's
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my nigger, he's so mean he don't even HAVE a name. You're our prisoner, so
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no funny moves."
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His eyes went wide with something akin to fear. "Really?!? A real
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pirate?"
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"Yep." I said. "The most meanest pirate on this part of the Mississippi.
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You never aheard of Pat the Pirate?"
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He said, "I never heard of no Pat the pirate. You sho you a real pirate?
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You look like my brother, and he ain't no pirate."
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"Well, I ain't your brother, and if you don't believe me, then I'll just
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have to shoot you. Now, c'mon."
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He believed me now. He seemed overjoyed. "Can I watch you murder people
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and rob and plunder, since I'm your prisoner?"
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"No," I answered. "Prisoners don't do any fun stuff. You just set around
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and do what we tell you. We're the pirates, we murder and rob and
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plunder."
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His face fell, but only for the a second. He seemed overjoyed to know a
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genuine pirate, and he knew a lot about other pirates, because he never
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stopped telling us about them. Jim even listened in, being he liked all
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kinds of stories, he learned all the boy's stories, so he could work
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towards being the best storyteller in our town, something all the niggers
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worked for.
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During one of the stories, the boy started talking 'bout his hometown. I
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came to wondering what a boy his age was doing alone on this river. So
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when he was done I asked, "Hey you, what's your name? We need to know your
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name to tell your family we took you."
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"You don't need to do that. I run off, Ma was gwyne t' make me eat
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broccoli. So I says, I ain't gwyne to eat that stuff. It makes me sick.
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But she don' listen, and she tells me to eat it anyway. So I pretends like
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I et it, but she whacked me anyway. That's when I run off and steal Pa's
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raft so's I can join up with some robbers. And now I met you, he said.
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"You run off?" I said. "You best not be running off from this raft, else
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Jim'll hafta come after ya. And you can't be a pirate, pirates NEVER run
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off, no way no how. If pirates was alluz gonna be running off, they'd be
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no good to their captains, now would they? So you ain't no pirate, that's
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for sure."
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Well, he didn't say nothin, but he looked a little distressed, and his blue
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eyes appeared to start to think it over. Then, real quiet, he whispers to
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me, "So Jim ain't no runaway nigger? He stuck with his master?"
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This took me off guard, and I set to thinking for a moment afore I war able
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to reply. I decided I just had to get this boy back to his parents, who
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were probably worryin' their heads off about him. "That's most certainly
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right. Jim's a pirate for sure. He ain't got no warm blood in him, he's
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the worst of the worst. And that took a lot of courage, but he stuck with
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me, cuz I'm his master, and he ain't never even thought about running off,
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like you done." I tried to sniff with disdain, and turned away and left
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him to think about that for a time.
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For the rest of the evening, neither Jim nor myself spoke much to the boy,
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who's name we still didn't know. Jim, cuz he didn't like this whole
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business of foolin' people, and myself, to get the boy to ask us to take
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him home. Come nightfall, I made the boy sleep ouside, seein as he warn't
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a pirate.
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Next morning, we didn't feed the boy neither, and he war getting pretty
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hungry.
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"Kin I get some of that fish you's cooking?" he asked as the fire smoked on
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our little raft.
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"No," I said, "Until you're a real pirate, I ain't gonna give you nuthin."
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He left again, and went to dragging his legs in the river. Gradually, bout
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noontimes, he come up to me real quiet and soft like.
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"Pat sir, I don't wanna be no pirate or pirate's captive neither. Kin you
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let me off soon and let me go home to my Pa and Ma?"
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"Well," I says to him, "Pirates don't jes let their captives go, you know,
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they have to git something for them. So I don't think I can let you go,
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til I get's a ransom."
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He turned around real dejected like, and walked back to his corner. "But,"
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I says, "we might be able to make a deal for you. See, Jim went and sent
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message to your Pa that we had you here, and he agreed to pay us for you.
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But, see, we promised we'd never tell, so don' you be letting on to yer Pa
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that we told you he's paying to get you back. So we'll drop you off at the
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next station, and then when you go home and don't be runnin off, you can
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become a real pirate. When you do, you jes come looking for me, I can
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alluz use a good mate."
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My, how his eyes did light up. He thanked me more times than I could
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count, but he still stayed away from Jim, being as how tough Jim war. So
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shortly after, one or two o'clock I reckon, we pulled into the small town
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of Carlisle and left him in the care of the town constable. When I told
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the story to the constable, he gave me a knowin' look and promised to
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deliver the boy home, so's he could become a real pirate. Jim and me, we
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just turned around, headed back out on that river, and even Jim laughed a
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little at the retelling of the tale, specially when I livened it up a
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little. When the first streaks of day began to show we tied up to a
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towhead in a big bend on the Illinois side.
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