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"Hit were Jest Prebol," Mrs. Caope said. "You was tellin' of him, Parson." "Hit were Prebol," Rasba nodded, "an' he shore needed shooting!" "Yas, suh. That kind has to be shot some to make 'em behave theirselves," Mrs Caope exclaimed, sharply. "If it wa'n't fer ladies shootin' men onct in awhile, down Old Mississip', why, ladies couldn't git to live here a-tall!"
Caope had the goose sizzling in the big oven of her coal range coal from Pittsburgh barges wrecked along the river on bars and the big supper was sweeter smelling than Rasba ever remembered having waited for. Mrs. Caope told him to "ask one of them blessin's if yo' want, Parson!" and the four bowed their heads. Jim Caope then fell upon the bird, neck, wings, and legs, and while he carved Mrs.
Caope was an old acquaintance of her mother who had lived all her life on the rivers. She was a better boatman than most, and could pilot a stern-wheel whiskey boat or set hoop nets for fish. "If I get a man, and he's mean," Mrs. Caope had said often, "I shift him.
Then there was scurrying about, and from all sides the calm airs of the sunny Sabbath were permeated with the odours of roasts and fried things, coffee and sauces. A score wanted Rasba to dine out, but Mrs. Caope claimed first and personal acquaintance, and her claim was acknowledged. The people from far boats and tents returned to their own homes.
"Everything is so kind of kind of free and easy. But wasn't it dreadful I mean the first time the first divorce, Mamie?" "Course, yes, course," Mrs. Caope admitted, slowly, with a frown, "I neveh will forget mine. I'd shifted my man, an' I was right down to cornmeal an' bacon. Then a real nice feller come along, Mr. Darlet.
I 'low a lady needs protection up the bank er down the riveh, but I 'low if my cookin' don't pay my board, an' if fish I take out'n my nets ain't my own, and the boat I live in ain't mine well, I've drapped two men off'n the stern of my boat to prove hit!" Mrs. Caope had not changed at all, not in the years Nelia could recall, except to change her name.
Caope spoke up, tartly, and Nelia looked at her gratefully. "Hit takes a bullet to learn fellers like Jest Prebol an' him thinkin' he's so smart an' such a lady killer. I bet he knows theh's some ladies that's men killers, too, now. Next time he meets a lady he'll wait to be invited 'fore he lands into the same eddy with her, even if hit's a three-mile eddy." "Theh's Mrs.
It was the custom, to ask, perfectly respectfully, what name she might be having now, and Mrs. Mame never took offence, being good natured, and understanding how hard it was to keep track of her matrimonial adventures, episodes of sentiment but without any nonsense. "Sho!" Mrs. Caope had said once, "I disremember if I couldn't stand him er he couldn't stand me!"
She was glad to escape the Mississippi down this little chute; she was glad to have a phrase to puzzle over instead of the ever-present problem of her own future and her own fate; she was glad that she had drifted in on Mrs. Mame Caope and Jim and Mr. Falteau and Mrs. Dobstan and Parson Rasba, instead of falling among those other kinds of people. Mrs.
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