I says: "Maybe we went by Cairo in the fog that night." He says: "Doan' le's talk about it, Huck.

Po' niggers can't have no luck.

I awluz 'spected dat rattlesnake-skin warn't done wid its work." "I wish I'd never seen that snake-skin, Jim--I do wish I'd never laid eyes on it." "It ain't yo' fault, Huck; you didn' know.

Don't you blame yo'self 'bout it." When it was daylight, here was the clear Ohio water inshore, sure enough, and outside was the old regular Muddy! So it was all up with Cairo.
We talked it all over.

It wouldn't do to take to the shore; we couldn't take the raft up the stream, of course.