It is this nonchalant existence that Huck exhilarates in. Here, safe in the arms of the Mississippi River and in the island that he "was boss of"(39), he is finally able to wash away the harsh bonds of society's rigid mannerisms. He rests in the shelter of the forest, away from the physical confinement society could only offer him. With this, Twain attempts to convey an ideal, almost Edenic environment separated from civilization. Society is portrayed in an entire new perspective as this idyllic scene unfolds. Albeit most people prefer to live in a place where rules and regulations are established, the reverse holds true for Huck. Only away from the judgemental eyes of civilization can he truly exercise his own freedom as a human being.
Yes, even with the newfound contentment, Huck quickly grows forlorn at the prospect of living on the island alond. The author previously hints at this melancholy when describing the sunlight hidden by the thick branches of the trees: "I could see the sun out at one or two holes, but mostly it was big trees all about, and gloomy in there amongst them"(36. Though having what he conceived to have always wanted, the darkness of his new home reflects the somberness that a part of Huck is experiencing. Upon first arriving oh Jackson's Island, the loneliness is eclipsed by his gaiety of being free at last. However, as the days passed, Huck quickly grows weary of his new life. During the first night, he is already feeling alienated from his home, the tranquility which he had previously admired forgotten. The mollified environment "by and by got sort of lonesome"(39) as the night progresses, leaving Huck feeling empty, with no one to offer company to him. He was accustomed to having someone to communicate with, whether it be Miss Watson, Tom Sawyer, or, even to some extent, Pap. The absence of that association gives Huck a sense of desire for affinity. His seemingly perfect existence suddenly appears unattractive as Huck slowly realizes that freedom was not all he longed for.
