The lightning showed her very distinct.

She was leaning over, with part of her upper deck above water, and you could see every little chimbly-guy clean and clear, and a chair by the big bell, with an old slouch hat hanging on the back of it, when the flashes come.
Well, it being away in the night and stormy, and all so mysterious-like, I felt just the way any other boy would a felt when I see that wreck laying there so mournful and lonesome in the middle of the river.

I wanted to get aboard of her and slink around a little, and see what there was there.

So I says: "Le's land on her, Jim." But Jim was dead against it at first.

He says: "I doan' want to go fool'n 'long er no wrack.