Dear Jim,
Hello Jim. How are you doing? I just wanted to write to you an' explain myself a little. I know you mus' be thinkin' that I'm a bad friend and that I had no right to run away frim you. But, it was just all too much! With Miss Watson always doin' bad stuff and then findin' out that my very own pap was dead way back when we found that house with the dead man in it, I jus' knew it was my time to leave this awful place. Also, remember Aunt Sally? She wanted to take me in and sivilize me. And I can't do that no more. So, that is why I ran away. I got to a thinking, Jim, come with me! You are my only friend, besides Tom Sawyer, that I can travel with. You keeped me good company and I loved all a our adventures. I've got to athinking more and I realised that people are telling me lies. You are more than just a runway slave and you are my very good friend. Why have Miss Watson and the Widow teached me that, if it is not truth? Remember when I used to play those funny pranks on you? Well, I now see that those hurts you and I'm so sorry Jim. After seeing your reacting to them, "I most wished I was dead." I hope you will forgive me for all that. I have so many questions, Jim, please come along with me. I'm down headed for the Indian Territory but I have stopped a while to wait if you are going a come. I don't reckon I can go on without you by my side, Jim. I'll be waiting.
From your good friend, Huck
P.S. Here's a map of where you'll find me. As soon as you reach the first state of Indian Territory going west, that's where I'll be.
