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"I don't know much about it, but I did think so." "I would rather give a thousand dollars than have it known that I drank too much and fell into the river. The story would ruin me, and spoil all my prospects." Squire Fishley was a stranger in Riverport. He had not been to Torrentville since I lived with the captain, and I was sure no one knew who it was that had fallen into the river.
I never thought to ask her. I always wish there were somebody else to see how pleasant it is" and then a voice interrupted to ask what Harry was catching now. "Bass," said Harry, with brightening face. "I do so well that I am sending them down to Riverport every day that the packet goes, and I wish that I had somebody to help me. You don't know what a rich old river it is!"
You will make her as bad as yourself byme-by." "I hope not," I replied, smiling. "She went all the way to New Orleans with him on a raft, and so did that Sim Gwynn," interposed the captain. "Well, there's no end of wonders with bad boys. But where's Flora now?" asked Mrs. Fishley. "She's at the hotel in Riverport, with Clarence and his wife."
"You carry the mail to Riverport and back." "I know it; but I don't have any key to the bag." "You know where the key is," said he, earnestly. "This morning I had a letter from Miss Larrabee's brother, saying that he sent his sister forty dollars, which must have come on before she left."
He placed me on the back seat of the wagon, and sat beside me himself. All three of my companions plied me with questions on the way, and I told them all about my trip to New Orleans on the raft. "Is Clarence in Riverport?" asked Captain Fishley, much astonished, and I thought troubled also. "He is." "What did you come back here for, after you had robbed the mail?" he demanded.
Betty felt a certain care and responsibility over the whole expedition, it was so delightful to be looking after papa again; and she was obliged to tell him that he must not touch the river mud any more, or he would not be fit to go through the streets of Riverport next day, at which Mr. Leicester, though deeply attached to his old friends in that town, looked very distressed and unwilling.
I was very grateful for the service this root had rendered me, for the raft might have gone down to Riverport before Sim discovered that anything was the matter. Fixing the poles underneath, we pried the raft off, and the current started it on its course again. I mounted the steering platform, and grasped the long oar. The voyage had actually commenced.
"Becky, you ought to be there to help sing," Betty whispered, as they sat side by side, but Becky thought it was very stupid to be having a prayer-meeting that lovely morning. Seth Pond had celebrated the Fourth of July by going down to Riverport on the packet, and he had gathered much information about the river which he was glad to give now for everybody's pleasure and enlightenment.
Her health had improved a great deal, and she was able to sit up all day. At St. Louis we took another steamer, and from that were transferred to a third, which went up the Wisconsin River. When we arrived at Riverport, I felt as though I was at home, though I dreaded to appear again in Torrentville. At St.
I had to profit by experience, for before we reached the creek she had whirled round three times, in spite of all my efforts to prevent it. Before the raft was half way to Riverport, I had acquired the needed skill, and she indulged in no more gyrations while I had the helm. As we approached the steeples of Riverport, I heard the clock strike one.
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