Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and Zombie Jim Page 22
by Mark Twain
That made me feel nice an’ warm inside.
I wanted to make Jim feel the same way, down in his dead heart.
I told him he was a free bagger. No more bounty or rules or nothin'. It was all beside th’ point, o'course, since there wasn't no more bagger trade, nor traders, nor reward, nor owners, nor nuttin’ else; but he liked knowin’ his freedom was completely official, anyhow. Sorta made it taste better, I reckon.
I din’ know the name of the town we come to next, but we drifted right on by it.
When I think about these dead folks turnin’ and eatin’ on each other, I sometimes wonder if we've lost anything at all.
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