NEXT day, towards night, we laid up under a little willow towhead out in the middle, where there was a village on each side of the river, and the duke and the king begun to lay out a plan for working them towns.Jim he spoke to the duke, and said he hoped it wouldn't take but a few hours, because it got mighty heavy and tiresome to him when he had to lay all day in the wigwam tied with the rope.You see, when we left him all alone we had to tie him, because if anybody happened on to him all by himself and not tied it wouldn't look much like he was a runaway nigger, you know.
So the duke said it WAS kind of hard to have to lay roped all day, and he'd cipher out some way to get around it.
He was uncommon bright, the duke was, and he soon struck it.He dressed Jim up in King Lear's outfit -- it was a long curtain-calico gown, and a white horse-hair wig and whiskers; and then he took his theater paint and painted Jim's face and hands and ears and neck all over a dead, dull, solid blue, like a man that's been drownded nine days.Blamed if he warn't the horriblest looking outrage I ever see.Then the duke took and wrote out a sign on a shingle so:
Sick Arab -- but harmless when not out of his head.
And he nailed that shingle to a lath, and stood the lath up four or five foot in front of the wigwam.Jim was satisfied.He said it was a sight better than lying tied a couple of years every day, and trembling all over every time there was a sound.The duke told him to make himself free and easy, and if anybody ever come meddling around, he must hop out of the wigwam, and carry on a little, and fetch a howl or two like a wild beast, and he reckoned they would light out and leave him alone.Which was sound enough judgment; but you take the average man, and he wouldn't wait for him to howl.Why, he didn't only look like he was dead, he looked considerable more than that.
These rapscallions wanted to try the Nonesuch again, because there was so much money in it, but they judged it wouldn't be safe, because maybe the news might a worked along down by this time.They couldn't hit no project that suited exactly; so at last the duke said he reckoned he'd lay off and work his brains an hour or two and see if he couldn't put up something on the Arkansaw village; and the king he allowed he would drop over to t'other village without any plan, but just trust in Providence to lead him the profitable way -- meaning the devil, I reckon.We had all bought store clothes where we stopped last; and now the king put his'n on, and he told me to put mine on.I done it, of course.The king's duds was all black, and he did look real swell and starchy.I never knowed how clothes could change a body before.Why, before, he looked like the orneriest old rip that ever was; but now, when he'd take off his new white beaver and make a bow and do a smile, he looked that grand and good and pious that you'd say he had walked right out of the ark, and maybe was old Leviticus himself.Jim cleaned up the canoe, and I got my paddle ready.There was a big steamboat laying at the shore away up under the point, about three mile above the town -- been there a couple of hours, taking on freight.
Says the king:
"Seein' how I'm dressed, I reckon maybe I better arrive down from St.
Louis or Cincinnati, or some other big place.Go for the steamboat, Huckleberry;we'll come down to the village on her."
I didn't have to be ordered twice to go and take a steamboat ride.Ifetched the shore a half a mile above the village, and then went scooting along the bluff bank in the easy water.Pretty soon we come to a nice innocent-looking young country jake setting on a log swabbing the sweat off of his face, for it was powerful warm weather; and he had a couple of big carpet-bags by him.
"Run her nose in shore," says the king.I done it."Wher' you bound for, young man?""For the steamboat; going to Orleans."
"Git aboard," says the king."Hold on a minute, my servant 'll he'p you with them bags.Jump out and he'p the gentleman, Adolphus" -- meaning me, I see.
I done so, and then we all three started on again.The young chap was mighty thankful; said it was tough work toting his baggage such weather.
He asked the king where he was going, and the king told him he'd come down the river and landed at the other village this morning, and now he was going up a few mile to see an old friend on a farm up there.The young fellow says:
"When I first see you I says to myself, 'It's Mr.Wilks, sure, and he come mighty near getting here in time.' But then I says again, 'No, I reckon it ain't him, or else he wouldn't be paddling up the river.' You AIN'Thim, are you?"
"No, my name's Blodgett -- Elexander Blodgett -- REVEREND Elexander Blodgett, I s'pose I must say, as I'm one o' the Lord's poor servants.
But still I'm jist as able to be sorry for Mr.Wilks for not arriving in time, all the same, if he's missed anything by it -- which I hope he hasn't.""Well, he don't miss any property by it, because he'll get that all right; but he's missed seeing his brother Peter die -- which he mayn't mind, nobody can tell as to that -- but his brother would a give anything in this world to see HIM before he died; never talked about nothing else all these three weeks; hadn't seen him since they was boys together --and hadn't ever seen his brother William at all -- that's the deef and dumb one -- William ain't more than thirty or thirty-five.Peter and George were the only ones that come out here; George was the married brother;him and his wife both died last year.Harvey and William's the only ones that's left now; and, as I was saying, they haven't got here in time.""Did anybody send 'em word?"
"Oh, yes; a month or two ago, when Peter was first took; because Peter said then that he sorter felt like he warn't going to get well this time.
