The House Boat Boys; Or, Drifting Down to the Sunny SouthRathborne, St. George
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The House Boat Boys; Or, Drifting Down to the Sunny South
Rathborne, St. George
Boats and boating -- Juvenile fiction; Houseboats -- Juvenile fiction; Mississippi River -- Juvenile fiction
So it must always be in making a trip down these inland waters,
where one is at the mercy of a capricious current save when a
favorite of fortune chances to own a motor boat that scorns the
usual drifting process, and speeds along at a ten-mile-an-hour
clip, regardless of baffling head winds.
One day excellent progress may be made, and then come several
during which it seems as though every deterring influence in the
calendar arises to keep the voyager from making his expected
distance during the hours of daylight.
It is just as well in the start to decide that nothing that can
arise will disturb one's temper, and that with equally good nature
the bad will be accepted with the good.
By ten o'clock it was snowing furiously, and the tang of the
bitter wind that swept across from the far distant Indiana shore
seemed to penetrate to the very marrow, so that the boys were
constantly exchanging places, one bobbing inside the cabin to get
warm while the other held the steering apparatus.
The snow became so furious that soon they were unable to see even
the Kentucky bank, and then Maurice began to think they had better
haul up before losing their bearings; it would be a serious matter
to find themselves adrift on the wide river without knowing
whether they were in the middle of the stream or not.
"We'd better haul in closer to the shore, and come to a halt, I
think, Thad. It may be all right to run along in the midst of this
storm, but I don't like it a little bit. In fact, that cabin seems
good enough for me today. How do you feel about it, old man?" he
asked, rubbing his hands, which, even when covered with a pair of
woolen gloves, felt the stinging cold.
"Couldn't please me better," answered his chum, picking up a pole
and feeling to ascertain the depth of the water.
With that wind blowing them toward shore there was little
difficulty in making a landing, and after skirting the edge for
some distance they found a chance to get a purchase on a
convenient tree, when the trick was done.
All the balance of the day they hugged the fire; nor were they any
too warm at that, for the furious blast seemed to find cracks and
crannies in the wall of the flimsy cabin through which to gain
entrance.
At times it fairly howled around them, and Thad suggested the
advisability of their tying down the cabin with a spare cable, for
fear less some tremendous blast of wind tear it from its
foundations and send it flying among the treetops ashore; but
Maurice declared he did not believe it to be quite so bad as all
that.
As the supply of fuel was growing low it became necessary for one
of them at a time to go ashore and use the ax to a purpose, so
that during the afternoon the pile was replenished bountifully in
this manner.
Such a night as that was--the boys had never passed a more
unpleasant one in all their previous experience.
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