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Updated: May 23, 2025
Something in Rasba's words, or it was in his voice, or in the quick, full-flood of his glance, touched her senses. "You see, missy, I'm a sinner myse'f!" What had he meant? If he had meant that she, too, was a sinner, was that any of his business? Of course, being a parson she shrugged her shoulders. Her thoughts ran swiftly back to her home that used-to-be.
Then, humbled in his pride at the thought of great success, he felt that it could not be; for such an opportunity an Apostle was needed, and Rasba's cheeks warmed with shame at the realization of the vanity in his momentary thought.
"Come along like I said! Come along, now Seven Seven Seven!" Parson Rasba's oar pins needed wetting, for the strain he put on the sweeps made them squeak. The splash of oars down the current was heard by people on board and several walked out on the deck. "Whoe-e-e!" one hailed. "Who all mout yo' be?" "Rasba!" the newcomer replied. "Parson Elijah Rasba, suh. Out of the Ohio!"
Sometimes one or another would drift near to Rasba's boat and there would be an exchange of commonplaces. "How fur mout hit be, strangeh?" he would ask each man. "'Low hit's a hundred mile yet to the Mississippi?" A hundred miles! They could not understand that this term in the mountain man's mind meant "a long ways," if need be a thousand or ten thousand miles.
She had her own viewpoint, too, which was exceedingly different from those of the others. The strain of weeks of questioning, weeks of mental suffering, was relieved by the river woman's serious statement and Parson Rasba's look of bewilderment at the kaleidoscopic matrimonial adventuring. At the same time, his wonder and Mrs.
We're going to give it to him." "Going to give hit to me!" Rasba started up and stared at the man. "Yes, Parson; that poplar boat of yours isn't what you need down here." Buck smiled. "This big pine boat's better; you could preach in this boat." Tears started in Rasba's eyes and dripped through his dark whiskers. Buck and Jock had acted with the impulsiveness of gambling men.
Raunchin's what she needs!" They floated out of the current into the slow reverse eddy, and coming up close to Rasba's fleet, talked back and forth with him till a gleam of light through a window struck him clearly out of the dark. "Hue-e-e!" a shrill woman's voice laughed. "Hit's Rasba, the Riveh Prophet Rasba! Did yo' all git to catch Nelia Crele, Parson?"
Then seeing that it was after midnight, and that only the stars shone in that narrow, wooded chute, she felt she wanted to go out into the wide river again, to go where she was not shut in. She cast off her lines and noiselessly floated out and down the slow current. She saw Parson Rasba's boat move out into the current behind her and drift along in the soft, autumn night.
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