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We
fixed
up
a
short
forked
stick
to
hang
the
old
lantern
on
,
because
we
must
always
light
the
lantern
whenever
we
see
a
steamboat
coming
down-stream
,
to
keep
from
getting
run
over
;
but
we
would
n't
have
to
light
it
for
up-stream
boats
unless
we
see
we
was
in
what
they
call
a
"
crossing
"
;
for
the
river
was
pretty
high
yet
,
very
low
banks
being
still
a
little
under
water
;
so
up-bound
boats
did
n't
always
run
the
channel
,
but
hunted
easy
water
.
This
second
night
we
run
between
seven
and
eight
hours
,
with
a
current
that
was
making
over
four
mile
an
hour
.
We
catched
fish
and
talked
,
and
we
took
a
swim
now
and
then
to
keep
off
sleepiness
.
It
was
kind
of
solemn
,
drifting
down
the
big
,
still
river
,
laying
on
our
backs
looking
up
at
the
stars
,
and
we
did
n't
ever
feel
like
talking
loud
,
and
it
war
n't
often
that
we
laughed
--
only
a
little
kind
of
a
low
chuckle
.
We
had
mighty
good
weather
as
a
general
thing
,
and
nothing
ever
happened
to
us
at
all
--
that
night
,
nor
the
next
,
nor
the
next
.
Every
night
we
passed
towns
,
some
of
them
away
up
on
black
hillsides
,
nothing
but
just
a
shiny
bed
of
lights
;
not
a
house
could
you
see
.
The
fifth
night
we
passed
St.
Louis
,
and
it
was
like
the
whole
world
lit
up
.
In
St.
Petersburg
they
used
to
say
there
was
twenty
or
thirty
thousand
people
in
St.
Louis
,
but
I
never
believed
it
till
I
see
that
wonderful
spread
of
lights
at
two
o'clock
that
still
night
.
There
war
n't
a
sound
there
;
everybody
was
asleep
.
Every
night
now
I
used
to
slip
ashore
towards
ten
o'clock
at
some
little
village
,
and
buy
ten
or
fifteen
cents
'
worth
of
meal
or
bacon
or
other
stuff
to
eat
;
and
sometimes
I
lifted
a
chicken
that
war
n't
roosting
comfortable
,
and
took
him
along
.
Pap
always
said
,
take
a
chicken
when
you
get
a
chance
,
because
if
you
do
n't
want
him
yourself
you
can
easy
find
somebody
that
does
,
and
a
good
deed
ai
n't
ever
forgot
.
I
never
see
pap
when
he
did
n't
want
the
chicken
himself
,
but
that
is
what
he
used
to
say
,
anyway
.
Mornings
before
daylight
I
slipped
into
cornfields
and
borrowed
a
watermelon
,
or
a
mushmelon
,
or
a
punkin
,
or
some
new
corn
,
or
things
of
that
kind
.
Pap
always
said
it
war
n't
no
harm
to
borrow
things
if
you
was
meaning
to
pay
them
back
some
time
;
but
the
widow
said
it
war
n't
anything
but
a
soft
name
for
stealing
,
and
no
decent
body
would
do
it
.
Jim
said
he
reckoned
the
widow
was
partly
right
and
pap
was
partly
right
;
so
the
best
way
would
be
for
us
to
pick
out
two
or
three
things
from
the
list
and
say
we
would
n't
borrow
them
any
more
--
then
he
reckoned
it
would
n't
be
no
harm
to
borrow
the
others
.
So
we
talked
it
over
all
one
night
,
drifting
along
down
the
river
,
trying
to
make
up
our
minds
whether
to
drop
the
watermelons
,
or
the
cantelopes
,
or
the
mushmelons
,
or
what
.
But
towards
daylight
we
got
it
all
settled
satisfactory
,
and
concluded
to
drop
crabapples
and
p
's
immons
.
We
war
n't
feeling
just
right
before
that
,
but
it
was
all
comfortable
now
.
I
was
glad
the
way
it
come
out
,
too
,
because
crabapples
ai
n't
ever
good
,
and
the
p
's
immons
would
n't
be
ripe
for
two
or
three
months
yet
.
We
shot
a
water-fowl
now
and
then
that
got
up
too
early
in
the
morning
or
did
n't
go
to
bed
early
enough
in
the
evening
.
Take
it
all
round
,
we
lived
pretty
high
.
The
fifth
night
below
St.
Louis
we
had
a
big
storm
after
midnight
,
with
a
power
of
thunder
and
lightning
,
and
the
rain
poured
down
in
a
solid
sheet
.
We
stayed
in
the
wigwam
and
let
the
raft
take
care
of
itself
.
When
the
lightning
glared
out
we
could
see
a
big
straight
river
ahead
,
and
high
,
rocky
bluffs
on
both
sides
.
By
and
by
says
I
,
"
Hel-LO
,
Jim
,
looky
yonder
!
"
It
was
a
steamboat
that
had
killed
herself
on
a
rock
.
We
was
drifting
straight
down
for
her
.
The
lightning
showed
her
very
distinct
.
She
was
leaning
over
,
with
part
of
her
upper
deck
above
water
,
and
you
could
see
every
little
chimbly-guy
clean
and
clear
,
and
a
chair
by
the
big
bell
,
with
an
old
slouch
hat
hanging
on
the
back
of
it
,
when
the
flashes
come
.
Well
,
it
being
away
in
the
night
and
stormy
,
and
all
so
mysterious-like
,
I
felt
just
the
way
any
other
boy
would
a
felt
when
I
see
that
wreck
laying
there
so
mournful
and
lonesome
in
the
middle
of
the
river
.
I
wanted
to
get
aboard
of
her
and
slink
around
a
little
,
and
see
what
there
was
there
.
So
I
says
:
"
Le
's
land
on
her
,
Jim
.
"
