The House Boat Boys - BestLightNovel.com
You’re reading novel The House Boat Boys Part 7 online at BestLightNovel.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit BestLightNovel.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy
which would seem to mean a pickup affair that could be eaten standing if necessary.
They wished to get this duty out of the way, for by the signs it was believed that they must be approaching Cairo, and as the junction of the two rivers is a turbulent place, with considerable craft moving about, the boys considered it wise to have their full attention fixed upon their movements.
After all, it was a mere nothing--they simply turned a point and found themselves upon a much wider stretch of water--and this was the famous Mississippi!
Now they were really heading south, and no matter how much colder the weather grew, it could not freeze them in and stop their flight to the desired port.
Just as Maurice had figured, it was two in the afternoon when they could really and truly say they were afloat on the big river.
In about a couple of hours they began to cast their eyes along the sh.o.r.e seeking a favorable place to tie up for the coming night-- the mere thought of being adrift upon that immense yellow flood after sunset was appalling to them, though possibly by degrees they might become so accustomed to the rolling tide that it would cease to have the same sensation of alarm for them.
It was almost dark before they discovered a convenient tree close enough to the water's edge to serve their purpose; for evidently the river during its periodical seasons of flood had torn nearly all growth on the lower banks away.
Thad climbed up to this friendly trunk and slipped the cable around its base.
The boys sat there on deck for some little time watching the last flickering red die out of the western heavens; and when the panorama had come to its logical conclusion, with a sigh they entered the cabin to prepare supper.
In this manner did they spend their first night upon the Father of Waters, and it was as peaceful as any they ever knew. The river sang merrily as its little wavelets washed up against the sides of the shanty-boat, the air was almost balmy in its touch, coming from the south where the cotton fields and wilderness of pines lay; and all together the boys felt that they had been exceedingly foolish to imagine that anything terrible could await them upon the bosom of this majestic stream.
Ah! wait until the same river is seen under different conditions, and perhaps the old dread may be revived with redoubled force; for the Mississippi in the throes of a westerly storm is a sight to appall the stoutest heart.
When morning came they were soon under way again, and reaching out for another stretch toward that genial clime that seemed beckoning them onward.
Now they could notice quite a difference in the stage of the current, for with the increased volume of water it seemed that they were being borne onward faster than at any other time in the past.
All the way down it was policy on their part to hug the eastern sh.o.r.e; indeed, to attempt to cross that billowing flood with such a frail craft would have seemed the height of foolishness, both boys thought, nor would they have any object in so doing.
The river makes many wonderful twists and turns, sometimes seeming to flow almost due north as it follows its intricate channel; for it is a law of nature that water always pursues the easiest route, and seeks its own level.
Maurice had during the morning commented on the balmy feeling in the air, whereupon the weather sharp, Thad, had warned him solemnly that there was a great change coming within twenty hours, perhaps much less, for all signs pointed to cold and windy weather.
So much faith did Maurice place in this prediction of his chum that he insisted upon tying up earlier than usual that afternoon so that they could lay in an abundance of firewood.
It is not often that a weather prophet has so much honor in his own family, and really Maurice never did a wiser thing in his life than when he thus provided for a bad spell to come on the strength of Thad's knowledge of floating clouds and such signs.
For the storm descended upon them that very night, and coming off the river, gave them something of a fright lest they be wrecked thus early in their voyage down the big water.
Given two miles of river over which to sweep with fury, and a forty-mile-an-hour gale can kick up a tremendous sea, besides penetrating every crack and cranny to be found in a flimsy cabin, chilling the very marrow of the sleepers.
It was about two in the morning when Maurice awoke to find the boat pitching violently and himself s.h.i.+vering with cold, for they had let the fire die out on retiring, such was the heat of the cabin.
"Hi there, show a leg, Thad. There's something doing, and I rather reckon your plagued old storm's arrived ahead of time. D'ye want to freeze to death, boy? Pile out and let's get a fire started.
Then we'd better make sure our cable's going to hold, for if we broke loose in this howling sea it'd be good-by to our boat, perhaps to us, too." was the way he brought his chum out of the bunk, "all standing," rubbing his eyes as the candle which Maurice had lighted pictured the scene.
Hurriedly dressing while their teeth chattered, the boys started a blaze in the stove, and after a bit thawed out sufficiently to go outside, m.u.f.fled in sweaters and coats, to see what all this racket meant.
They found a wild scene there, with the waves rus.h.i.+ng down the river most furiously. Already the atmosphere had grown so frigid that ice was forming on the side of the cabin where this spud and foam dashed.
Looking out upon the raging waters the boys s.h.i.+vered at the sight, even with scanty light from the heavenly bodies that were part of the time obscured behind ma.s.ses of black clouds.
It was frittering snow, and the prospect of a spell of bad weather looked very promising.
"Let me catch you making any more predictions of storms; won't there be trouble headed your way?" shouted Maurice, with mock severity; whereat the weather sharp laughed and began to feel of the rope that fastened them to the sh.o.r.e.
"If the wind should change there might be a chance of our being smashed against the sh.o.r.e here. If it was light I'd say it would pay us to get the anchor out yonder to kind of hold the boat off; but to look at that water I don't think our little d.i.n.ky would hold out five minutes," continued Maurice, shaking his head.
It was finally concluded to retire to the warmth of the cabin and wait until the morning broke, when they could decide what should be done.
For some time they sat there, now dozing by the stove, and anon starting up as some unusually weird contortion on the part of the boat gave them the impression that the end had come, and they were about to be tossed into the raging flood.
Maurice was just sinking into some sort of condition resembling sleep when there was a sudden wilder rush of wind than at any time previously.
And as he started up, thrilled with a sensation of coming peril, he felt a new motion to the shanty-boat that portended trouble.
"The cable's broken, pard, and we're afloat!" he shouted, as the equally bewildered Thad struggled up alongside him.
CHAPTER VII.
THE TERRORS OF THE STORM.
After that one feeling of horror both the boys recovered more or less of their ordinary ability to meet danger, and overcome it.
It was Maurice who sprang to the door, and threw it open.
As he pushed out upon the narrow deck of the float he could not but be appalled by the sight that met his wondering eyes.
Just as he had suspected so strongly, they had broken away from the anchorage. Doubtless the rope had been frayed by some sharp- edged stone, and when that unusual gust swooped down upon them it gave at the weakest part.
Out on the river little could be seen save a jumble of foamy waters, that seemed to be tumbling wildly over and over, driven by the furious blast from the north.
Maurice turned his eyes toward the other side, for it was in that quarter his deepest interest lay.
Back of the clouds there was a pretty good-sized moon still above the western horizon, so that this helped lighten what would otherwise have been inky darkness.
Hence, Maurice could make out the tops of the trees on the bank of the river, as they were outlined against the lighter heavens.
"We're just humming along!" he shouted, as he noticed how the tree-tops seemed to be constantly s.h.i.+fting, owing to the progress of the boat downstream.
"The worst of it is we seem to be drifting out all the while!" was what Thad called, as he, too, sized up the situation.
Both of them knew what this meant.
Once they were swept far out upon the bosom of that madly agitated flood, and the chances of the gallant old shanty-boat remaining right-side-up would be very scanty.