FINDING JIM. 67
He bounced up and stared at me wild. Then he drops down on hi? knees, and puts his hands together and says :
"Doan' hurt meódon't! I hain't ever done no harm to a ghos', I awlu2
liked dead people, en done all I could for 'em. You go en git in de river agin, whah you b'longs, en doan' do nuffn to Ole Jim, 'at 'uz awluz yo' fren'."
Well, I warn't long making him understand I warn't dead. I was ever so glad to see Jim. I warn't lonesome, now. I told him I warn't afraid of Mm telling the people where I was. I talked along, but he only set there and looked at me ; never said nothing. Then I says :
"It's good daylight. Le's get breakfast. Make up your camp fire good."
" What's de use er makin' up de camp fire to cook strawbries en sich truck r But you got a gun, hain't you ? Den we kin git sumfn better den strawbries."
" Strawberries and such truck," I says. "Is that what you live on ?"
" I couldn' git nuffn else," he says.
" Why, how long you been on the island, Jim ? "
" I come heah de night arter you's killed. "