? ? ? ? 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 him 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? 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."
? ? ? ? "Yes- indeedy."
? ? ? ? "What, all that time?"
? ? ? ? "And ain't you had nothing but that kind of rubbage to eat?"
? ? ? ? "No, sah- nuffn else.
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