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But on the ground, insensible, lay a Mexican woman, and about her stood seven or eight Greasers, each looking even more dumb, incapable, and solemn than usual. The city fathers felt themselves in an awkward position, and Mississip finally asked, in the meekest of tones: "What's the matter?" "She Codago's wife," softly replied a Mexican. "They fight in Chihuahua he run away she follow.
Buck an' Jock gives me this boat for a mission boat; I'm ignorant, an' a woman gives me " He choked up. What the woman had given him was too immeasurable and too wonderful for mere words to express his gratitude. "I'm just one of those shoutin', ignorant mountain parsons. I could out-whoop most of them up yonder. But down yeah, Old Mississip' don't let a man shout out.
"My name's Prebol," the man said, "Jest Prebol. I live on Old Mississip'! I live anywhere, down by N'Orleans, Vicksburg everywhere! I'm a grafter, I am " "A grafter?" Rasba repeated the strange word. "Yas, suh, cyards, an' tradin' slum, barberin' mebby, an' mebby some otheh things. I can sell patent medicine to a doctor, I can! I clean cisterns, an' anything." "You gamble?"
Then a whisper that became a rumour, which at last seemed to be a fact, said that Nelia Carline was somewhere down Old Mississip'. Someone who knew her by sight was reported to have seen her in Cape Girardeau, and the husband raced down there in his automobile to see if he could not learn something about the missing woman, whose absence now proved what a place she had filled in his heart.
"Got a gun?" the woman asked. "Two," Nelia smiled. "Bill gave me a goose rifle and Frank let me have this he said it's the Law down Old Mississip'!" "The Law" was a 32-calibre automatic pistol in perfect condition. "Them boys thought a heap of yo', gal!" The river woman shook her head. "Frank'd sure made you a good man!" "Oh, I know it," replied Nelia, "but I'm sick of men I hate men!
For myself and setting aside this personal matter, which is at worst only the loss of a worthless girl I admit I fear that this slavery wolf is going to mean trouble big trouble both for the South and the North, before long." "Douglas, over there in Illinois, hasn't brought up anything in Congress yet that's stuck," broke in the ever-ready Jones. "Old Caroliny and Mississip' them's the ones!
He could ask questions, four hundred kinds of questions, an' writin' hit all down into a writin' machine onto paper. We shore told him a heap an' a passel, an' he writes mornin' an' nights. Lots of curius fellers on Ole Mississip'. We'll sort of look aroun'. Co'se, yo' got a man to go 'long?" "No." "Wha-a-t! Yo' ain' goin' to trip down alone?" "I might's well."
"He's got his pack with him," shouted Mississip, "and a huggin' it ez tight ez ef he could take it to to wherever he's gone to.". "No man with a soul could hev ben cool enough to pack up his traps after seein' that poor woman's face," argued Lynn Taps. Mississip tore off a piece of his trowsers, struck fire with flint and steel, poured on whisky, and blew it into a flame.
Hastily Mississip collected the four extra blankets and both of his own, and, as he sped toward the Mexican hut, he stopped several times by the way to dexterously snatch blankets from sleeping forms. "Here you be," said he, suddenly entering the Mexican hut, and startling the inmates into crossing themselves violently. "Make the poor thing a decent bed, an' we'll hev a doctor here pretty soon."
She brought out her familiar books and compared the masters with her own mind. She could do it there. "Ruskin, Carlyle, Old Mississip', Plato, Plutarch, Thoreau, the Bible, Shelley, Byron, and I, all together, dropping down," she chuckled, catching her breath. "I'm tripping down in that company. And there's Terabon. He's a good sport, too, and he'll be better when I've when I've caught him."
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