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Miss Watson your runaway nigger Jim is down here two mile below Pikesville and Mr.

Phelps has got him and he will give him up for the reward if you send. signed, Huck Finn.

I felt good and all washed clean of sin for the first time I had ever felt so in

my life, and I knowed I could pray now. But I didn't do it straight off, but

laid the paper down and set - ssssssssss

there thinking -- thinking how ssssssssss

good it was all this happened ssssssssss

so, and how near I come to ssssssssss

being lost and going to hell. ssssssssss

And went on thinking. And ssssssssss

got to thinking over our trip ssssssssss

down the river; and I see ssssssssss

Jim before me, all the time, ssssssssss

in the day, and in the night- ssssssssss

time, sometimes moonlight, ssssssssss

sometimes storms, and we a ssssssssss

floating along, talking, and ssssssssss

singing, and laughing. But ssssssssss

somehow I couldn't seem to ssssssssss

strike no places to harden me ssssssssss

against him, but only the ssssssssss

other kind. I'd see him ssssssssss

standing my watch on top of ssssssssss

his'n, stead of calling me, so I could go on sleeping; and see him how glad he

was when I come back out of the fog; and when I come to him again in the

swamp, up there where the feud was; and such-like times; and would always

call me honey, and pet me, and do everything he could think of for me, and how

good he always was; and at last I struck the time I saved him by telling the men

we had small-pox aboard, and he was so grateful, and said I was the best friend

old Jim ever had in the world, and the only one he's got now; and then I

happened to look around, and see that paper.

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