Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Jim Immitation

Huck an' me 'uz a sailin' on down dah river. I 'uz pooty tir'd en all, but I s'pose that is a lit'l price tah pay fer mah freedum. I 'uz willin' tah pay it. So, we was a sailin' down dah river, when I sees a run'way like mahself. I ord'rd Huck tuh stop dah raft, an' he did. I runned to dah run'way and told him tuh come with Huck an' me. He oblig'd, an' we was off. Dah run'way was named Barns. He was mighty pow'rful. He 'us big an' huge an' had mighty ahms. He could pick dah raff up if he want'd tuh. He telled us uv whites runnin' 'round lookin' foh us run'ways, and for us tuh keep a caref'l eye. We wuz a cruisin' down dah river, en we seed a thing walkin'. I an' Barns hid in dah canoe, an' Huck stayed out on watch. Soon enough, we heah a yelp, an' Huck say'd dat duh white guy catched ah black run'way. I felt badly foh dah othuh guy, but we can' go back ‘n' save 'im now. Barns and I would uh be in danj'ah. I ‘uz awful scar’d right den, mah freed’m ‘uz on de lahn. ‘Un twitch too much, en I’da been haul’d off wid dem otha run’way. Such ain’t mah plan. We kept a sailin’ b’fo we ‘uz catch’d by dem white fo’k. 'Bout more’n ah mile down dah river, we seen another guy, an' he seed us and call'd us. Barns and I hid low in dah canoe, an' Huck goed and talked to dah guy. I reckon he wuz a red jug er som’fin. He call'd himself dah "Kool-aid man," an' he gived Huck fruity drinks an' then he says, real low an' all, "Oh yea." If I knew he’d a be givin’ out juic’s, I agwyne to get some fo’ mahself. Dat gweedy Huck chug’d dem drinks en a gulp each. Den we was off again. We continued on, an’ we sees not’in else worth mentionin’. Coupl’a snags, not’in too excit’in. No mo’ whities, no mo’ run’ways, no mo’ “Kool-aid men.” T’waz quite most o’ de way, nothin’ mo’ o’ impo’tance. We got ourselves a new c’mrade, ol’ Barnes. He’s agwyne be a asset, I can shu’e tell yuh.

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