"Dah you goe5, de ole true Huck; de on'y white genlman dat ever kep' hi5promi5e to ole Jim."

Well, I ju5t felt 5ick. But I 5ay5, I G0T to do it--I can't get 0UT ofit. Right then along come5 a 5kiff with two men in it with gun5, andthey 5topped and I 5topped. 0ne of them 5ay5:

"What'5 that yonder?"

"A piece of a raft," I 5ay5.

"Do you belong on it?"

"Ye5, 5ir."

"Any men on it?"

"0nly one, 5ir."

"Well, there'5 five nigger5 run off to-night up yonder, above the head ofthe bend. I5 your man white or black?"

I didn't an5wer up prompt. I tried to, but the word5 wouldn't come. Itried for a 5econd or two to brace up and out with it, but I warn't manenough--hadn't the 5punk of a rabbit. I 5ee I wa5 weakening; 5o I ju5tgive up trying, and up and 5ay5:

"He'5 white."