missed the point--blame it, you've missed it a thousand mile.” “Who?  Me?  Go 'long.  Doan' talk to me 'bout yo' pints.  I reck'n I knows sense when I sees it; en dey ain' no sense in sich doin's as dat. De 'spute warn't 'bout a half a chile, de 'spute was 'bout a whole chile; en de man dat think he kin settle a 'spute 'bout a whole chile wid a half a chile doan' know enough to come in out'n de rain.  Doan' talk to me 'bout Sollermun, Huck, I knows him by de back.” “But I tell you you don't get the point.” “Blame de point!  I reck'n I knows what I knows.  En mine you, de _real_ pint is down furder--it's down deeper.  It lays in de way Sollermun was raised.  You take a man dat's got on'y one or two chillen; is dat man gwyne to be waseful o' chillen?  No, he ain't; he can't 'ford it.  _He_ know how to value 'em.  But you take a man dat's got 'bout five million chillen runnin' roun' de house, en it's diffunt.  _He_ as soon chop a chile in two as a cat. Dey's plenty mo'.  A chile er two, mo' er less, warn't no consekens to Sollermun, dad fatch him!” I never see such a nigger.  If he got a notion in his head once, there warn't no getting it out again.  He was the most down on Solomon of any nigger I ever see.  So I went to talking about other kings, and let Solomon slide.  I told about Louis Sixteenth that got his head cut off in France long time ago; and about his little boy the dolphin, that would a been a king, but they took and shut him up in jail, and some say he died there. “Po' little chap.” “But some says he got out and got away, and come to America.” “Dat's good!  But he'll be pooty lonesome--dey ain' no kings here, is dey, Huck?” “No.” “Den he cain't git no situation.  What he gwyne to do?” “Well, I don't know.  Some of them gets on the police, and some of them learns people how to talk French.” “Why, Huck, doan' de French people talk de same way we does?” “_No_, Jim; you couldn't understand a word they said--not a single word.” “Well, now, I be d