| Epilogue When I said I wasn�t agoing to make anuther book at the end of �The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn,� because of the trouble it was, I meant it. I thought there warn�t nuthin� more to say. Seems I was wrong. As soon as folks hear my name�s Huck Finn, they�re just dyin� to find out what happened after Aunt Sally adopted me, and just dyin� to know what happened to Jim and Tom, though that don�t come up �till later on in the conversation. I sposed that since everyone was so keen on knowin� what happened, it was high time to write anuther book, so here it goes. Tom and me never got to go howling for adventures with the Injuns over in the Territory. We had a few adventures in and around the Phelps� farm, but Tom went back to Aunt Polly in St. Petersburg, leaving me to Aunt Sally to be sivilized. Oh, he would come visit by-and-by, and we�d write to each other, but it warn�t the same after awhile. As we got older, Tom found a new use for that rare mind of his; he�s a writer now, and a good �un, too. Writes under what he calls a �nom dee plume.� Calls himself Josiah Samuel Smith, and he�s pretty well known most everywheres. Folks really seem to enjoy those wild yarns he spins. I do too, though they seem mighty familiar� Me and Tom see each other real regular, too, and reminisce about the old days. He still wears that bullet around his neck, the one that he was shot with, though the watch-guard has changed once or twice. He�s married to one of the nicest women I�ve ever met-- she�d have to be to put up with Tom and his ways-- and they have a little girl named Polly and a little boy named Huck. Fancy that, naming his son after little ol� me. Tom�s the one who told me what happened to Jim. Being freed by Miss Watson in her will, Jim went back to St. Petersburg with Tom and Aunt Polly to find his family. I never saw him again. Tom said that Jim found his family, and that they�d been freed by Miss Watson too. Tom lost track of Jim fer awhile, but they met up agin somewhere in Ohio, and now Jim�s workin� for Tom and his family as a valley, an� Tom�s puttin� Jim�s family up as well. Maybe I�ll get to see ol� Jim agin sometime soon, whenever I get to Tom�s house agin. As for me, well, I followed the example of Mr. Mark Twain, the one who stretched the truth a little in his book �The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.� I became a riverboat pilot, and on a decent ship by the name of Mary Jane (imagine that; Providence does have its ways�). The pay�s good, and my life�s never for wantin� adventure, out on the Mississippi. |
| Done for a class project a few years ago. Got an A+ too. Yay. |
| The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn property of the estate of Mark Twain. The above work Copyright 2003 by Molly Schlemmer. |