Well, he was right; he was most always right; he had an uncommon level head for a nigger.
I read considerable to Jim about kings and dukes and earls and such, and how gaudy they dressed, and how much style they put on, and called each other your majesty, and your grace, and your lordship, and so on, 'stead of mister; and Jim's eyes bugged out, and he was interested.

He says: "I didn' know dey was so many un um.

I hain't hearn 'bout none un um, skasely, but ole King Sollermun, onless you counts dem kings dat's in a pack er k'yards.

How much do a king git ?" "Get ?" I says; "why, they get a thousand dollars a month if they want it; they can have just as much as they want; everything belongs to them." "AIN' dat gay?
En what dey got to do, Huck ?" "THEY don't do nothing! Why, how you talk! They just set around." "No; is dat so ?" "Of course it is.

They just set around--except, maybe, when there's a war; then they go to the war.