So I hollered again, and then Jim says: "De man ain't asleep--he's dead.

You hold still--I'll go en see." He went, and bent down and looked, and says: "It's a dead man.

Yes, indeedy; naked, too.

He's ben shot in de back.
I reck'n he's ben dead two er three days.

Come in, Huck, but doan' look at his face--it's too gashly." I didn't look at him at all.