Ah reckon, but dar wan't no boat nowhar, 'cepting an o' scow tied up ter de bank." "I thought so.

The keel-boat has gone down the Mississippi." "Yer done saw her, sah ?" "I saw her smoke; she was hidden by a big bend just below.

Don't sit there staring at me--come across." Rene greeted me with a smile, as I scrambled up on the slippery log, and asked a number of questions.

I answered these as best I could and then explained, so far as I deemed it desirable, the general nature of the plans I had made.

Both she and the listening negro in the boat below agreed that the safer course for us to choose led up the Illinois, because every mile traversed in that direction brought us nearer the goal sought, and among those who were the enemies of slavery.