"Easy enough. Miss Hooker was a-visiting, up there to the town—"
"Yes, Booth's Landing–go on."
"She was a-visiting, there at Booth's Landing, and just in the edge of the evening she started over with her nigger woman in the horse-ferry, to stay all night at her friend's house, Miss What-you-may-call-her, I disremember her name, and they lost their steering-oar, and swung around and went a-floating down, stern-first, about two mile, and saddle-baggsed on the wreck, and the ferry man and the nigger woman and the horses was all lost, but Miss Hooker she made a grab and got aboard the wreck. Well, about an hour after dark, we come along down in our trading-scow, and it was so dark we didn't notice the wreck till we was right on it; and so we saddle-baggsed; but all of us was saved but Bill Whipple—and oh, he was the best cretur!—I most wish't it had been me, I do."
"My George! It's the beatenest thing I ever struck. And then what did you all do?"
"Well, we hollered and took on, but it's so vide there, we couldn't make nobody hear. So pap said somebody got to get ashore and get help somehow. I was the only one that could swim, so I made a dash for it, and Miss Hooker she said if I didn't strike help sooner, come here and hunt up her uncle, and he'd fix the thing. I made the land about a mile below, and been fooling along ever since, trying to get people to do something, but they said, 'What, in such a night and such a current? there ain't no sense it; go for the steam-ferry.' Now if you'll go, and—"
"By Jackson, I'd like to, and blame it I don't know but I will; but who in the 'dingnations agoin' to pay for it? Do you reckon your pap—"
"Why, that's all right. Miss Hooker she told me, particular, that her uncle Hornback—"
