Bob and the Child had red noses and black eyes when they got through.
Little Davy made them own up that they were sneaks and cowards and not fit to eat with a dog or drink with a nigger;then Bob and the Child shook hands with each other,very solemn,and said they had always respected each other and was willing to let bygones be bygones.So then they washed their faces in the river;and just then there was a loud order to stand by for a crossing,and some of them went forward to man the sweeps there,and the rest went aft to handle the after-sweeps.
I laid still and waited for fifteen minutes,and had a smoke out of a pipe that one of them left in reach;then the crossing was finished,and they stumped back and had a drink around and went to talking and singing again.
Next they got out an old fiddle,and one played and another patted juba,and the rest turned themselves loose on a regular old-fashioned keel-boat break-down.They couldn't keep that up very long without getting winded,so by and by they settled around the jug again.
They sung 'jolly,jolly raftman's the life for me,'with a musing chorus,and then they got to talking about differences betwixt hogs,and their different kind of habits;and next about women and their different ways:and next about the best ways to put out houses that was afire;and next about what ought to be done with the Injuns;and next about what a king had to do,and how much he got;and next about how to make cats fight;and next about what to do when a man has fits;and next about differences betwixt clear-water rivers and muddy-water ones.
The man they called Ed said the muddy Mississippi water was wholesomer to drink than the clear water of the Ohio;he said if you let a pint of this yaller Mississippi water settle,you would have about a half to three-quarters of an inch of mud in the bottom,according to the stage of the river,and then it warn't no better than Ohio water--what you wanted to do was to keep it stirred up--and when the river was low,keep mud on hand to put in and thicken the water up the way it ought to be.
The Child of Calamity said that was so;he said there was nutritiousness in the mud,and a man that drunk Mississippi water could grow corn in his stomach if he wanted to.He says--'You look at the graveyards;that tells the tale.Trees won't grow worth chucks in a Cincinnati graveyard,but in a Sent Louis graveyard they grow upwards of eight hundred foot high.
It's all on account of the water the people drunk before they laid up.
A Cincinnati corpse don't richen a soil any.
And they talked about how Ohio water didn't like to mix with Mississippi water.Ed said if you take the Mississippi on a rise when the Ohio is low,you'll find a wide band of clear water all the way down the east side of the Mississippi for a hundred mile or more,and the minute you get out a quarter of a mile from shore and pass the line,it is all thick and yaller the rest of the way across.
Then they talked about how to keep tobacco from getting moldy,and from that they went into ghosts and told about a lot that other folks had seen;but Ed says--'Why don't you tell something that you've seen yourselves?
Now let me have a say.Five years ago I was on a raft as big as this,and right along here it was a bright moonshiny night,and I was on watch and boss of the stabboard oar forrard,and one of my pards was a man named **** Allbright,and he come along to where I was sitting,forrard--gaping and stretching,he was--and stooped down on the edge of the raft and washed his face in the river,and come and set down by me and got out his pipe,and had just got it filled,when he looks up and says--"Why looky-here,"he says,"ain't that Buck Miller's place,over yander in the bend.""Yes,"says I,"it is--why."He laid his pipe down and leant his head on his hand,and says--"I thought we'd be furder down."I says--
"I thought it too,when I went off watch"--we was standing six hours on and six off--"but the boys told me,"I says,"that the raft didn't seem to hardly move,for the last hour,"says I,"though she's a slipping along all right,now,"says I.He give a kind of a groan,and says--"I've seed a raft act so before,along here,"he says,"'pears to me the current has most quit above the head of this bend durin'the last two years,"he says.
'Well,he raised up two or three times,and looked away off and around on the water.That started me at it,too.A body is always doing what he sees somebody else doing,though there mayn't be no sense in it.Pretty soon I see a black something floating on the water away off to stabboard and quartering behind us.
I see he was looking at it,too.I says--
"What's that?'He says,sort of pettish,--"Tain't nothing but an old empty bar'l.
"An empty bar'l!"says I,"why,"says I,"a spy-glass is a fool to your eyes.How can you tell it's an empty bar'l?"He says--"I don't know;I reckon it ain't a bar'l,but I thought it might be,"says he.
"Yes,"I says,"so it might be,and it might be anything else,too;a body can't tell nothing about it,such a distance as that,"I says.
'We hadn't nothing else to do,so we kept on watching it.
By and by I says--
"Why looky-here,**** Allbright,that thing's a-gaining on us,I believe."He never said nothing.The thing gained and gained,and I judged it must be a dog that was about tired out.
Well,we swung down into the crossing,and the thing floated across the bright streak of the moonshine,and,by George,it was bar'l.Says I--"**** Allbright,what made you think that thing was a bar'l,when it was a half a mile off,"says I.Says he--"I don't know."Says I--
"You tell me,**** Allbright."He says--
"Well,I knowed it was a bar'l;I've seen it before;lots has seen it;they says it's a haunted bar'l."
I called the rest of the watch,and they come and stood there,and I told them what **** said.It floated right along abreast,now,and didn't gain any more.It was about twenty foot off.
Some was for having it aboard,but the rest didn't want to.
**** Allbright said rafts that had fooled with it had got bad luck by it.The captain of the watch said he didn't believe in it.