For one, on page 248, Huck states, “And at last, when it hit me all of a sudden that here was the plain hand of Providence slapping me in the face and letting me know my wickedness was being watched all the time from up there in heaven, whilst I was stealing a poor old woman’s n***** that hadn’t ever done me no harm…” (Twain 248). This quote shows his struggle with the norm at the time, where slaves were regarded as property instead of people, so helping one run away would be considered stealing. As stealing is sin according to Christianity, Huck sees his actions of being a decent human being as sinful and hell-bent. Secondly, on page 249, Huck writes, “But somehow I couldn’t seem to strike no places to harden me against him, but only the other kind. I’d see him standing my watch on top of his’n, stead of calling me, so I could go on sleeping; and see him how glad he was when I come back out of the fog; and when I come up to him again in the swamp, up there where the feud was; and such-like times; and would always call me honey, and pet me, and do everything he could think of for me, and how good he always was; and at last I struck the time I saved him by telling the men we had small-pox aboard, and he was so grateful, and said I was the best friend old Jim ever had in the world, and the only one he’s got now;...”
For one, on page 248, Huck states, “And at last, when it hit me all of a sudden that here was the plain hand of Providence slapping me in the face and letting me know my wickedness was being watched all the time from up there in heaven, whilst I was stealing a poor old woman’s n***** that hadn’t ever done me no harm…” (Twain 248). This quote shows his struggle with the norm at the time, where slaves were regarded as property instead of people, so helping one run away would be considered stealing. As stealing is sin according to Christianity, Huck sees his actions of being a decent human being as sinful and hell-bent. Secondly, on page 249, Huck writes, “But somehow I couldn’t seem to strike no places to harden me against him, but only the other kind. I’d see him standing my watch on top of his’n, stead of calling me, so I could go on sleeping; and see him how glad he was when I come back out of the fog; and when I come up to him again in the swamp, up there where the feud was; and such-like times; and would always call me honey, and pet me, and do everything he could think of for me, and how good he always was; and at last I struck the time I saved him by telling the men we had small-pox aboard, and he was so grateful, and said I was the best friend old Jim ever had in the world, and the only one he’s got now;...”