about, away off yonder in the storm, hundreds of yards further than you could see before; dark as sin again in a second, and now you'd bear the thunder let go with an awful crash and then go tumbling, grumbling, tumbling down the sky towards the under side of the world, like rolling empty barrels downstairs, where it's long stairs and they bounce a good deal, you know.
"Jim, this is nice," I says. “I couldn't want to be nowhere
IN THE CAVE.
else but here. Pass me along another hunk of fish and some hot corn-bread."
"Well, you wouldn't a ben here, 'f it hadn't a ben for Jim. You'd a ben down dah in de woods widout any dinner, en gittin' mos' drownded, too, dat you would, honey. Chickens knows when its gwyne to rain, en so do de birds, chile."
The river went on raising and raising for ten or twelve days,
