The Outdoor Chums on a Houseboat; Or, The Rivals of the MississippiAllen, Quincy
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The Outdoor Chums on a Houseboat; Or, The Rivals of the Mississippi
Allen, Quincy
Houseboats -- Juvenile fiction; Mississippi River -- Juvenile fiction
As the boys felt that they were deeply indebted to Seth, they insisted
on his accepting the five dollars promised by Frank, though he seemed
ashamed to take pay for what little he had done, and protested that it
had given him the greatest pleasure he had known for a long time.
“Buy something for the old lady, then,” said Frank, as he pushed the
bill into Seth’s vest pocket.
“Or some young lady, if there happens to be one, Seth!” said Jerry,
giving the countryman a friendly poke in the ribs.
“Well, if you just make me take it, boys, I reckon I must,” Seth
remarked, seeing that they would not take no for an answer; “and I’m
a-goin’ to write you arter you get back home, to tell you jest what I
_did_ buy with that five dollars, and what she thort of it. ’Cause, you
see, I must hear haow you fetched up, away daown in Orleans; and what
happened to you on the way.”
“And we’ll make sure that you do, Seth,” Frank assured him; for he had
taken quite a fancy to the strapping young farmer, who seemed an honest
fellow, and a hard worker as well. “I’ve got your post office address on
the rural free delivery route, and you’ll hear from me more than once
while we drift down South. But here’s Jerry gone and made a nice pot of
hot coffee; stop long enough to have a cup with us; won’t you, Seth?”
“Doan’t keer if I do,” replied the other, briskly, once more seating
himself. “She smells right fine, I tell you, fellers. I’ll never forgit
this naow. Allers did hev a sneakin’ ijee I’d like to take a trip on a
shantyboat daown to Orleans, an’ I jest envies you the chanct.”
“Well, suppose you fix it up, and take your honeymoon trip that way,
Seth,” proposed Jerry, mischievously; but to the surprise of them all
Seth slapped a big hand on his knee and exploded with a delighted cry.
“Say, that’s the very ijee; funny I never did think o’ it myself,” he
declared. “I’ll talk it over with Mirandy to-morry night, sure. In the
fall we hev potatoes to sell, and I kin load up a boat, and kerry ’em
daown South to sell. That’s a bully ijee, Jerry. I’ll do it, sure as
shootin’!”
They were all sorry to see Seth go over the side, Jerry volunteering to
ferry the young farmer ashore. Short as their acquaintance with him had
been, the honest fellow had seemed to take a great fancy to all the
voyagers; and they knew they would always remember him with pleasure.
And so, after all, no real damage had resulted from the exciting events
of that night. The run to the fire; the terrible storm that overtook
them on their return; the discovery of the absence of the houseboat; and
the wild chase, ending in Frank’s swimming out, and boarding the
drifting craft—all these things would form the subject for many a camp
fire talk in the future.
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