I struck for the light, but as soon as he turned the corner I went back
and got into my skiff and bailed her out, and then pulled up shore in the
easy water about six hundred yards, and tucked myself in among some
woodboats; for I couldn’t rest easy till I could see the ferryboat start.
But take it all around, I was feeling ruther comfortable on accounts of
taking all this trouble for that gang, for not many would a done it. I
wished the widow knowed about it. I judged she would be proud of me for
helping these rapscallions, because rapscallions and dead beats is the kind
the widow and good people takes the most interest in.
I headed out toward the light, but, as soon as he turned the corner, I
went back and got into the skiff. I drifted in the smooth water along the
shore for about six hundred yards, then wedged the skiff in among some other
wooden boats. I wasn’t going to be able to relax until I actually saw the
ferry leave. For the most part, I was feeling pretty good for having gone
out of my way to rescue that gang. Not many people would have done it. I
wished the widow knew what I had done. I thought she’d be proud of me for
helping those scoundrels, because scoundrels and deadbeats are the kinds of
people that the widow and other good people are the most interested in
Well, before long here comes the wreck, dim and dusky, sliding along down!
A kind of cold shiver went through me, and then I struck out for her. She
was very deep, and I see in a minute there warn’t much chance for anybody
being alive in her. I pulled all around her and hollered a little, but there
wasn’t any answer; all dead still. I felt a little bit heavy-hearted about
the gang, but not much, for I reckoned if they could stand it I
Well, before long I saw the steamboat wreck itself come floating down the
river! A cold shiver ran through me, and I took the skiff and headed toward
her. The boat had sunk pretty deep, and I knew in a moment that anyone
inside was probably dead. I rowed all around the wreck, calling out to
anyone still inside, but I didn’t get an answer. Everything was dead quiet.
I felt a little heavy-hearted about the gang, but not for long. I figured
that if they could be firm about these things, so could I.
Then here comes the ferryboat; so I shoved for the middle of the river on
a long down-stream slant; and when I judged I was out of eye-reach I laid on
my oars, and looked back and see her go and smell around the wreck for Miss
Hooker’s remainders, because the captain would know her uncle Hornback would
want them; and then pretty soon the ferryboat give it up and went for the
shore, and I laid into my work and went a-booming down the river.
Then I saw the ferryboat coming along, so I headed, pointed diagonally,
out toward the middle of the river. When I figured I was out of sight, I
started rowing. I looked back and saw the ferry searching for any sign of
Miss Hooker’s remains, since the captain knew her uncle Hornback would want
them. Eventually, the ferry gave up and went back to shore. I focused on
rowing and went zipping down the river.
It did seem a powerful long time before Jim’s light showed up; and when it
did show it looked like it was a thousand mile off. By the time I got there
the sky was beginning to get a little gray in the east; so we struck for an
island, and hid the raft, and sunk the skiff, and turned in and slept like
It seemed a might long time before I saw Jim’s light. It seemed a thousand
miles away when I finally saw it. The sky was beginning to get a little gray
in the east by the time I got there, so we headed for an island. We hid the
raft, sunk the skiff, went to bed, and slept like the dead.