We catched fish and talked, and we took a swim now and then to keep off sleepiness. It was kind of solemn, drifting down the big still river, laying on our backs looking up at the stars, and we didn't ever feel like talking loud, and it warn't often that we laughed, only a little kind of low chuckle. We had mighty good weather as a general thing, and nothing ever happened to us at all, that night, nor the next, nor the next.

I'uz poweful sory you's killed, Huck, but I ain't no mo' now.

"Well, It's all right anyway, Jim, as long as you're going to be rich again some time or other."
"Yes; en I's rich now, come to look at it. I owns myself, en I's wuth eight hund'd dollars.

"besides, he said, he might come and ha'nt us; he said a man that warn't buried was more likely to go a-ha'nting arount than one that was planted and comfortable. That sounded pretty resonable, so I didn't say no more;"

Huckleberry Finn:
"But Hang it, Jim, you've clean missed the point - blame it, you've missed it a thousand mile."
Jim:
"Who? Me? Go 'long. Doan talk to me 'bout yo pints. I reck'n I know sense when I sees it; en dey ain' no sense in sich doin' as dat.