Huck begins to write a letter to Miss Watson because he figures Jim would rather be a slave in Missouri with his family rather than on a plantation. He reviews all the pros and cons and is conflicted on whether or not he should write this letter. He was raised in a society that devalued the humanity of slaves. They were commodities and workers who were not paid. “And then think of me! It would get all around that Huck Finn helped a nigger to get his freedom; and if I was ever to see anybody from that town again I’d be ready to get down and lick his boots for shame.”(Twain, 215). Huck starts to question the theory of devaluing slaves as he gets to know Jim better. Since Huck is spending days alone with Jim, he is getting closer to Jim and begins to become friends with Jim. He thinks of him as a person and as an equal to himself. “I was trying to make my mouth say I would do the right thing and the clean thing, and go and write to that nigger’s owner and tell where he was; but deep down in me I knowed it was a lie, and He knowed it. You can’t pray a lie—I found that out.”(Twain,
Huck begins to write a letter to Miss Watson because he figures Jim would rather be a slave in Missouri with his family rather than on a plantation. He reviews all the pros and cons and is conflicted on whether or not he should write this letter. He was raised in a society that devalued the humanity of slaves. They were commodities and workers who were not paid. “And then think of me! It would get all around that Huck Finn helped a nigger to get his freedom; and if I was ever to see anybody from that town again I’d be ready to get down and lick his boots for shame.”(Twain, 215). Huck starts to question the theory of devaluing slaves as he gets to know Jim better. Since Huck is spending days alone with Jim, he is getting closer to Jim and begins to become friends with Jim. He thinks of him as a person and as an equal to himself. “I was trying to make my mouth say I would do the right thing and the clean thing, and go and write to that nigger’s owner and tell where he was; but deep down in me I knowed it was a lie, and He knowed it. You can’t pray a lie—I found that out.”(Twain,