When breakfast was ready we lolled on the grass and eat it smoking hot. Jim laid it in with all his might, for he was most about starved. Then when we had got pretty well stuffed, we laid off and lazied. By and by Jim says:
But looky here, Huck, who wuz it dat uz killed in dat shanty ef it warnt you?
Then I told him the whole thing, and he said it was smart. He said Tom Sawyer couldnt get up no better plan than what I had. Then I says:
Mark Twain, Huckleberry Finn, 1884
How do you come to be here, Jim, and howd you get here?
He looked pretty uneasy, and didnt say nothing for a minute. Then he says:
Maybe I better not tell.
Well, deys reasons. But you wouldn tell on me ef I uz to tell you, would you, Huck?
Blamed if I would, Jim.
Well, I blieve you, Huck. Irun off.
But mind, you said you wouldn tellyou know you said you wouldn tell, Huck.
Well, I did. I said I wouldnt, and Ill stick to it. Honest injun, I will. People would call me a low-down Abolitionist and despise me for keeping mumbut that dont make no difference. I aint a-going to tell, and I aint a-going back there, anyways. So, now, les know all about it.