strange country, and ain’t got no property no more, nor nothing, and no way to make my living’; so I set down and cried.

I slept in the woods all night. But what did become of the raft, then? — and Jim — poor Jim!”

“Blamed if I know — that is, what’s become of the raft. That old fool had made a trade and got forty dollars, and when we found him in the doggery the loafers had matched half-dollars with him and got every cent but what he’d spent for whisky; and when I got him home late last night and found the raft gone, we said, ’That little rascal has stole our raft and shook us, and run off down the river.’“

“I wouldn’t shake my nigger, would I? — the only nigger I had in the world, and the only property.”