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Then, as the dirges
One who had watched her
Like a trained runner, Winner of prizes, Into the woodlands Plunged the young chieftain. Once he abruptly Halted, and listened; Then he sped forward Faster and faster Toward the bright water. Breathless he reached it. Why did he crouch then, Stark as a statue? What did he see there Could so appall him? Only a circle Swiftly expanding, Fading before him; But, as he watched it, Up from the centre, Slowly, superbly Rose a Pond-Lily.
One cry of wonder,
OLD TIMES ON THE MISSISSIPPI
BY MARK TWAIN 1
What with lying on the rocks four days at Louisville, and some other delays, the poor old Paul Jones fooled away about two weeks in making the voyage from Cincinnati to New Orleans. This gave me a chance to get acquainted with one of the pilots, and he taught me how to steer the boat, and thus made the fascination of river-life more potent than ever for me.
It also gave me a chance to get acquainted with a youth who had taken deck passage — more's the pity; ; for he easily borrowed six dollars of me on a promise to return to the boat and pay it back to me the day after we should arrive. But he probably died, or forgot, for he never came.
I soon discovered two things. One was that a vessel would not be likely to sail for the mouth of the Amazon under ten or twelve years; and the other was that the nine or ten dollars still left in my pocket would not suffice for so imposing an exploration as I had planned, even if I could afford to wait for a ship. Therefore it followed that I must contrive a new carper. The Paul Jones was now bound for St. Louis. I planned a siege against my pilot, and at the end of three hard days he
1 Copyright, 1874 and 1875, by H. O. Houghton & Co.