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"This un yaint, but theh's two spo'ts down b'low, that's quittin' the riveh, that blue boat theh, but theh's spo'ts." "I 'lowed they mout be," Nelia dropped into her childhood vernacular as she looked down the bank, "Likely yo' mout he'p me bargain, er somebody?" "I 'low I could!" the river woman replied. "Me an' my ole man he'ped a feller up to St.
The next day was calm all day long, and Terabon went up the bank to shoot squirrels or other woods game; he went almost up to the Plum Point, killed several head of game, and rejoiced in the bayous and sloughs and chutes of a changing land. The following morning he was hailed by Slamey: "Hi i, Terabon! Theh's a shanty-boat up the head of Flower Island Bar jes' drappin' in.
Ah'm go'n' a' raise a hund'ed thousan' yellow-laiged pullets; an' theh's a staihway down to th' watah whah Ah kin tie up mah ole catfish boat, an' a monst'ous big gyahden whah Ah kin keep mah fie'ce look on them mush an' watah melons. Ah don' want t' git into any mo' alterations with them boys, but Ah suttinly will weah 'em out if they don't mind theah cautions.
"'Cause Miss Cahline's tehible heahtfelt 'bout some mattehs. Th' Lansdales sho'ly kin ca'y a grudge powful long. An' so seh Ah ain't neveh tole on yo'." "But she'll find it out." "Yes, seh, an' she maght fuhgit it, but Ah crave yo' pahdon, seh theh's yo' ahm what's gone." "It's too late to help that, Clem."
It was almost desperate, quite reckless, and by the expression, the river woman understood. She thought in silence, for a minute, and then looked down the eddy at a boat some distance away. "Theh's a boat. Like the looks of it?" "It's a fine boat, I 'low," Nelia said. "Fresh painted." "Hit's new," the woman said. "Is it for sale?" "We'll jes walk down thataway," the river woman suggested.
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.
Nelia asked, eagerly. "Why, hardly no time at all. You jes' go theh, an' the lawyer he takes all he wants to know, an' he says come ag'in, an' next day, er the next trip, why, theh's yo' papers, an' all for $17.50. Seems like they's got special reg'lations for us shanty-boaters." "I'm glad to know about that," Nelia said. "I thought I never knew much about about divorces.
Least of all was she prepared when Parson Rasba said with an unsteady voice: "Theh's a man sick in that other boat, and likely he'd like to see somebody." "Oh, if there's anything I can do!" she exclaimed, as a woman does. He led the way to the brick-red little boat, the like of which could be found in a thousand river eddies. She followed him on board and over to the bed.
Disbon looked up from cleaning his repeating shotgun. "My first trip was out of the Ohio and down to N'Orleans. I wouldn't recommend to no woman that she go down thataway, not alone. Theh's junker-pirates use up from N'Orleans, and, course, there's always more or less meanness below Cairo. Above St. Louis it ain't so bad, but mean men draps down from Little Klondike."
The good that's into a man keeps a-runnin', to git shut of the sin that's in him, an' theh's a heap of wrestlin' when one an' tother catches holt an' fights." "Hit's seo!" Prebol admitted, reluctantly. He didn't have much use for religious arguments. "I wisht yo'd read them books to me, Parson. I ain't neveh had much eddycation. I'll watch the riveh, an' warn ye, 'gin we make the crossin's."
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