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Caope, which she felt was a genuine expression of his real feelings. At the same time, whatever his motive in following her, whether it was to protect her which she could almost believe or to court her, which was not at all unlikely, or whether he had a baser design, she did not know, but she felt neither worry nor fear. "I don't care," she shook her head, defiantly, "I like him!"
It was more interesting than murder, for murders were common, and the circumstances and place were so remarkable that even a burning steamboat would have had less attention and discussion. The following morning Mrs. Caope offered Rasba $55 for his old poplar boat, and he accepted it gladly.
Minah," Jim Caope suggested. "Mrs. Minah!" Mrs. Caope exclaimed. "Talk about riveh ladies theh's one. She owns Mozart Bend. Seventeen mile of Mississippi River's her'n, an' nobody but knows hit, if not to start with, then by the end. She stands theh, at the breech of her rifle, and, ho law, cayn't she shoot! She's real respectable, too, cyarful an' 'cordin' to law.
Rasba went to one of the boats for breakfast, and he was surprised when Mamie Caope asked him to invoke a blessing on their humble meal of hot-bread, sorghum, fried pork chops, oatmeal, fried spuds, percolator coffee, condensed cream, nine-inch perch caught that morning, and some odds and ends of what she called "leavings."
Caope cried, wrapping her arms around the young woman as she stepped down to the sand, and kissing her. "How is yo' maw?" "Very well, indeed!" Nelia laughed, clinging to the big river woman's hand. "I'm so glad to find someone I know!" "You'll know us all d'rectly. Hyar's my man, Mr. Caope real nice feller, too, if I do say hit an' hyar's Mrs. Dobstan an' her two darters, an' this is Mr.
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.
Did yo' git shut of that up-the-bank feller yo' married, Nelia?" "I'm alone," the girl laughed, her gaze turning to look at the others, who stood watching. "If yo' git a good man," Mrs. Caope philosophized, "hang on to him. Don't let him git away. But if yo' git somebody that's shif'less an' no 'count, chuck him ovehbo'd. That's what I b'lieve in. Well, I declare!
Caope scooped out the dressing, piled up the fluffy biscuits, and handed around the soup tureen full of gravy. Then she chased the sauce with glass jars full of quivering jellies, reaching with one hand to take hot biscuits from the oven while she caught up the six-quart coffee pot with the other. "I ain't got no patience with them women that don't feed their men!" she declared.
I don't want to forget this; got to put this down. Poor devil!" "And he says he's a sinner himself," Nelia repeated, when she returned on board her cabin-boat in the sheltering safety of Wolf Island chute, with Mamie Caope, Parson Rasba, and the other shanty-boaters within a stone's toss of her.
She's all alone, too, an' what a lady travels alone down yeah for I don't know. She's purty enough to have a husband, I bet, if she wants one." "Looks like one of them Pittsburgh er Cincinnati women," Jim Caope declared. "No." Mrs. Caope shook her head. "She's off'n the riveh. Leastwise, she handles that bo't reg'lar. I cayn't git to see her face, but I seen her some'rs, I bet.
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