"The most difficult part is to come," said the old gentleman gravely. "Once the Vicksburg batteries are passed you will be safe. I do not think that this boat will try to make the run. She is hardly in fighting shape. Of course you will be transferred to a gun boat. Well, well, I hope that you will get through all right and that we will soon meet again. Good-bye, little girl." "Good-bye, sir," and Jeanne shook hands with him cordially. "Thank you so much for all your kindness. I hope that I will see you again. Good-bye." Another hand shake and the old gentleman left the cabin slowly, and went on shore. "Done you feel bad, honey," and a fat negress came up to her as she sat down on the side of her berth feeling rather forlorn. "Wus dat yer par?" "No," and Jeanne looked up quickly with a smile. "Are you Tennessee? I am glad to see you. The Captain told me about you." "Yes; I'se Tennessee, honey, but lawsie! Dey doesn't call me nuffin but Tenny. But ef yer want ter see the las' ob de ole gem'muns jest foller yer aunty ter de deck." Jeanne followed the negress, and stood on the deck watching the preparations for departure. Mr. Huntsworth saw her and waved his hand. Jeanne waved hers in response, and as the transport backed out into the river and steamed southward, she gazed at him until his figure grew to be a tiny speck and then disappeared in the distance. "Now, missy, I'se got ter ten' ter de dinner, but you can kum wid me ef yer likes, elsen you can stay hyar and watch de ribber. Most folks likes ter do dat. I 'spect mebbe dats de best thing fer yer." "Well, then I will stay, Mrs. Tenny," smiled Jeanne. "Mrs. Tenny! Huh! Who is yer talkin' to, honey? I'se jest Tenny or aunty jest as yer likes. But done go ter puttin' no missis on to it. White folks done do dat down hyar." "Then I will call you Tenny," said Jeanne, recoiling just a little from calling the woman aunty. "But it doesn't seem right not to say Mrs." "Yes, missy, it's all right. Now I'll get up a good dinner. 'Specks you is powerful hungry, ain't yer? Ole Tenny gwine ter do her bes' fer de little missy," and the good creature hurried below. CHAPTER VII THE EXAMPLE OF A GIRL Slowly the transport, which was called The Gem, steamed down the river and Jeanne stayed on deck long hours to watch the scenery, which was new and strange to her. The river was full of devious windings and the girl was amazed at its great bends and loops, and sometimes it seemed to her that the turns must bring them back to Memphis. The eastern shore bounded by the lofty plains of Tennessee and Mississippi terminating at times in precipitous bluffs afforded a great contrast to the flat lands of the western bank. The dense forests of cottonwood, sweet gum, magnolia, sycamore and tulip trees festooned with long gray streamers of moss were interspersed with cypress swamps and a network of bayous.