Chapter One:
Well I swore I warn't going ta write down nuthin' anymore on account of it bein' so damn time consumin' writin' all dese letters and such, but seemin' as though I ain't got nuthin' to do for a few weeks I thought I might as well jot down some of my 'ventures. I figure if I start round bout the time me an Jim came across that stinkin' town on the skirt-tails of Ingean territory it should make for a fine tale indeedy.
Well, not long after we left Tom's family behind us Tom says to us he reckons he might as well go back to em and stay a coupla weeks just ta be civil like. I asked him if he was feelin' all right but he jus' wave me off an went along his ways.
So right about then it was jus' me and Jim again, back together and glad of it. For a coupla days me an' Jim just drifted all lazy like until one night Jim turns his head to me with a twinkle in his eye that warn't half 'cause of the fire we had goin' and says to me,
'Huck, I was thinkin'. If you and I was to go and live in the Ingean territory quick smart like, we might be just about safe enough from anythin' we might be able to imagine.'
Now I thought about this a little while and then I says back to him, that's a fine idea but we better get started in the morning, just in case of Aunt Sally comin' and picking me up for civilisin'. Jim agreed and we bunked down, thinkin' already how great it was going to be in Ingean Territory.
Well, we continued to float for a coupla days before hidin' our raft just in case somethin' should happen to us that we may need it and set out on foot to get to the Ingean Territory quick smart. I reckon it was another one of Jim's signs that we was to step out at that particular point 'cause it warn't much past mid-day before me an Jim were walkin' along a dirt track an came across a funny looking stranger in a tattered looking suit. He didn't notice us at first, as a result of him lying against a tree at the side of the road with his head in his hands but me an Jim figured he warn't much of a danger what with him lookin' so tired and run-down so we hazarded to call at him from a distance. As soon as he hears us hallowing him, he gets up on his feet and looks at us with sad eyes before bounding off inta the bush with his hands a flailin'. Now me an' Jim took a glance at each other before agreein' that those sorts of folk should be left to whatever it is they be so occupied with.
Anyways, me an' Jim kept walkin' along the road for a good few hours and before long it was startin' to get a bit dark, so I says we should bunk down and eat some of the Rabbits we caught earlier on in the mornin' with our snares and get a good sleep, otherwise we gonna' get purty tired walkin' each day. So we talked a bit and got ourselves settled so our stomachs wouldn't burst from all the rabbit meat we ate, and I was just about ready to drift off when Jim suddenly sits bolt upright and starts talking' in an excited voice.
'Huck! Huck! I see lights, I see lights! Jus' over there, mus' be about a mile or so away from hee-are!' Oh Huck this is jus' great news. If'n we can get thayer by tomorrow, we can ask around jus' exactly where there be some land available for pur-chase.'
Now I says to Jim to calm down, jus' get some sleep and we'll get there in the mornin', but he just kept talkin' about how we was gonna own the best property around, and how he was gonna give me the same treatment he gave his owners before he was a free man. I tried to settle him down but in the end I figured it was useless tryin' to talk down a man's dreams so I just left him jabberin' to the cool night air and settled myself for sleep.

Chapter Two:
Well, I coulda sworn Jim woulda been sound asleep when I woke up, the way he was goin the night before I reckoned he warn't ever going to shut up. But as I opened my eyes I found myself starin' at his big ugly grin right in my face. I startled and backed up before realisin' it was jus' him, but when I did I cussed him and told him never to try that sort of thing again. Why, how can a man wake up to that and expect to be right for walkin' all during the day? Jim, he apologized and said it was just 'cause he was so excited about findin' out 'bout our property today and that he was never gonna try it again, never in his whole life. So I forgave him and told him we best be getting' on our way if we was gonna get to the village in time.
So we started walkin' and purty soon we found ourselves at the begginin's of a small village that a sign said was Yorke Town, but which some fool had painted over the letters in tar to say 'Yella Town'. I reckoned right then that these people would be a bit angry at bein' called that but we kept goin' just the same on account of us only getting some directions to the nearest property for sale.
So me an' Jim walked through the main street and looked for anyone to ask about real estates for sale, but blow me down if there warn't a single soul in the street! Now me personally, I was startin' to get some strange ideas 'bout this place, but Jim just turns and says to me,

'Awwww, carn Huck they just be at Church's all. Bet you a penny they all be singin thayer lungs out to the Lord right 'bout now.'
I says to him that I don't take much stock in bettin' but we'll check it out anyway, though I never heard of anyplace having church on a Tuesday and at mid-day no less. So I went along with Jim, wouldna been able to bear his face if I hadda said we was goin' to the next town to look for property.
So anyways, we rounded a corner and started hearin' a faint singing from somewhere, though it warn't from anywhere in the town, more like a little ways out from it in fact. So we trudged on out toward the singin' and I says to Jim that it might be kinda wise if we could keep our heads down until we know for sure they ain't hostile or nothin'. He agreed and we crept along a bit until we saw a bunch of people with books in their hands singing what sounded like hymms, though none of 'em was goin' to win any prizes for that now were they? It was a horrible racket and when they finished it was almost a relief, though I reckon what happened next might have made the singin' sound as sweet as angels in terms of relative pleasantness.
Well this guy came a bundlin' out in clothes fit for some kind of lord and started maing some more horrible racket, all moanin' and groanin' and whistlin', and the people that had sung just cheered and clapped him all the while. All of a sudden he jus' stopped and cried out in a kinda funny boomin' voice,
'My fellow believers, I have had a vision! A tremendous portent for all those that may want to stand in the way of our destiny! The lord has given me the authorization-' He pronounced all the letters in that one strange, like he was breakin' up the word into pieces the people could understand, '-to let you lucky people be the first to begin a new age!' At this all the people cheered again and the guy had to hold up his hands for quite a while to get 'em to stop. Eventually they stopped and he carried on with that voice of his,
'Long ago the first of our brothers started a great mission to prepare the world for the coming of our Lord, but they were almost through this great and holy duty when they were cut down and forced to retreat in the face of the evil unbelievers! But the time for the Lord to come has again come, and we must prepare and cleanse the world so that he might see it and be pleased! Praise the Lord!' At this all the people gathered chimed in, 'Praise him!'
'So what is our first mission as the children of the Lord, I hear you ask? We must first purify our fellow men of course, cleansing the ones that can be cleansed and throwing away the black and broken ones! Yes that is right my brothers and sisters, we must take all those dirty niggers and throw them away, for they cannot be purified for the Lord!'
At this point I started to feel a little sickly, and I motioned for Jim to come with me and scoot on outa there. So me and Jim we high tailed it outa there before those guys started up on their devil singin' again. Now, as I ran like the blazes outa there, I coulda swore that Jim he was following me. But no sooner had I gotten to the village road and collapsed against a house pantin' that I realised he warn't there! Now I know Jim's a little slow to get the point sometimes, especially with the grand plots that Tom comes up with (though I can't help but admit that I sometimes ain't got no clue with those either), but I woulda thought that he was a little more level-headed than to split up, or worse still stay there. So after catching up on my breath I figured I'd better go and see what in the hell he was up to. I jogged back up the path to the village people, who were makin' such a din that you'd be hard pressed not to hear for a mile around, and when I arrived and crept through the bushes to have a look I figured out why. They was holding Jim a prisoner! The crazy man was jumpin' round and hollerin' like a banshee while the crowd made noise just as loud as you ever did hear. So as the crowd and the man went along in their banshee makin', I set down to try and figure out a plan to get my friend Jim clean outa there. Now I know I ain't got as much talent as Tom for these things but I reckoned if I could wait until they had him in the jail, those folks didn't look like they could kill anyone (though I reckoned that crazy man would make short work of that), I could somehow work my way through it and get him outa there and as far away from here as possible. Now it was about that time that I seen the man we saw before go walkin' on past down the road. I ain't much for coincidences and too much strange had been goin' on so I figured he had to be part of this somehow. So I followed him down the road, jus' to see where he went. After a while we ended back at the town and once again I reckoned he warn't much of a danger so I called out to him. Well, he turns around and after considerin' me for a while starts to speaks real slow, but with a distingawished tone such like I've heard in churches.
'Why hello there, you're that boy I saw on the road.' He took his hat off and held it in his hands, 'I'm terribly sorry for having run off like that before, but lately I haven't got much choice. Why? I'll tell you why; these people have some dang stupid idea their head that some chicken-mad old coot is going to lead them to the Lord, that's why. I got kicked out of town 'cause they said my preaching was too boring! Well, maybe it's a bit on the boring side but it's what the Lord intended to be preached, not some cotton-dream made up nonsense about blacks not bein' fit for the Lord to come down to. I'll tell you what this is, this is the revival of a cult. Pretty soon they'll be wanting to have some special code-name or signal or costume and then we're in big trouble boyo, don't you have a care about that. Now I saw your friend get captured and I think I have an idea as to how you can get him out, but it'll involve a little bit of work on your behalf.'
I listened to his scheme and after a while I reckoned it was a little weak in compared to one of Tom's but for an old codger like that it warn't so bad. So I agreed to do it and went off to make some preparations for the comin' night.