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After they had eaten, they went from the kitchen into the sitting room, where Rasba turned to Nelia. "You came down the river alone?" he asked. "Yes," she admitted. "I wonder you wouldn't be scairt up of it nights, and those lonesome bends?" "It's better than some other things." Nelia shook her head. "Besides, you've come alone down the Ohio yourself." He looked at her, and Mrs. Caope chuckled.
Elijah Rasba lived alone in a log cabin on Temple Run. He was a long, lank, blue-eyed young man, with curly brown hair and a pale, almost livid complexion. His eye-brows were heavy and dark brown, and the blue steel of his gaze was fixed unwaveringly upon any object that it distinguished.
Gaily she fed Prebol the delicate things which he was permitted to eat, then sat down with Rasba, her face to the light, and Prebol could watch her bantering, teasing, teaching Parson Rasba things he had never known he lacked. After supper she brought over a basket full of books, twenty volumes.
Seems like we neveh did git to know the biggest and bestest of the words." "You had a dictionary?" "A which?" "A dictionary, a book that explains the meaning of all the words!" "Ho law! A book that tells what words mean, Missy. Where all kin a man git to find one of them books?" "Why, I've got I'm hungry, Mr. Rasba, I must get something to eat.
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.
Others might perish through her, while it was not too much to hope that Prebol, through his sufferings, might be willing to profit by their lesson. Rasba was glad that he had not overtaken her that night of inexplicable pursuit.
I neveh knowed any man, not a blood relation would think so much of me, as to come way down yeah to tell me my mammy, my good ole mammy, wanted me to be safe " "An' good, Jock!" Rasba cried. "An' good, suh," the young man added, obediently. "I'd better go over and see our sick man," Buck turned to Slip. "A sick man?" Rasba asked. "Where mout he be?"
"It's near night," Rasba remarked, looking at the sun through the trees. "I'm a stranger down thisaway; mout I get to stay theh?" "Yo' can land anywhere's," the man said. "No man can stop you all!" "But a woman mout!" Rasba exclaimed, with sudden humour. "Yistehd'y evenin', up yonway, by the Ohio River, I found a man shot through into his shanty-boat.
Caope's and another boat dropped off the river to visit friends, and mid-afternoon found Parson Rasba and Prebol alone again, drawing down toward Mendova. Prebol knew that town, and he told Rasba about it. He promised that they would see something of it, but they could not make it that evening, so they landed in Sandbar Reach for the night.
Nelia, having plagued the soul of the River Prophet, Rasba, now with equal zest turned to seize Terabon, careless of where the game ended if only she could begin it and carry it on to her own music and in her own measure.
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