Life on the Mississippi eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 531 pages of information about Life on the Mississippi.

Life on the Mississippi eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 531 pages of information about Life on the Mississippi.

This was simply bound to be a success; nothing could prevent it; for he had never allowed me to round the boat to before; consequently, no matter how I might do the thing, he could find free fault with it.  He stood back there with his greedy eye on me, and the result was what might have been foreseen:  I lost my head in a quarter of a minute, and didn’t know what I was about; I started too early to bring the boat around, but detected a green gleam of joy in Brown’s eye, and corrected my mistake; I started around once more while too high up, but corrected myself again in time; I made other false moves, and still managed to save myself; but at last I grew so confused and anxious that I tumbled into the very worst blunder of all—­I got too far down before beginning to fetch the boat around.  Brown’s chance was come.

His face turned red with passion; he made one bound, hurled me across the house with a sweep of his arm, spun the wheel down, and began to pour out a stream of vituperation upon me which lasted till he was out of breath.  In the course of this speech he called me all the different kinds of hard names he could think of, and once or twice I thought he was even going to swear—­but he didn’t this time.  ‘Dod dern’ was the nearest he ventured to the luxury of swearing, for he had been brought up with a wholesome respect for future fire and brimstone.

That was an uncomfortable hour; for there was a big audience on the hurricane deck.  When I went to bed that night, I killed Brown in seventeen different ways—­all of them new.

Chapter 19 Brown and I Exchange Compliments

Two trips later, I got into serious trouble.  Brown was steering; I was ‘pulling down.’  My younger brother appeared on the hurricane deck, and shouted to Brown to stop at some landing or other a mile or so below.  Brown gave no intimation that he had heard anything.  But that was his way:  he never condescended to take notice of an under clerk.  The wind was blowing; Brown was deaf (although he always pretended he wasn’t), and I very much doubted if he had heard the order.  If I had two heads, I would have spoken; but as I had only one, it seemed judicious to take care of it; so I kept still.

Presently, sure enough, we went sailing by that plantation.  Captain Klinefelter appeared on the deck, and said—­

’Let her come around, sir, let her come around.  Didn’t Henry tell you to land here?’

No, sir!’

‘I sent him up to do, it.’

’He did come up; and that’s all the good it done, the dod-derned fool.  He never said anything.’

‘Didn’t you hear him?’ asked the captain of me.

Of course I didn’t want to be mixed up in this business, but there was no way to avoid it; so I said—­

‘Yes, sir.’

I knew what Brown’s next remark would be, before he uttered it; it was—­

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