He changed from Juanita to "Poor Nelly
Gray":
"And poor Nelly Gray, she is up in Heaven, they say,
And I shall never see my darling any more."
Harry found his oar swinging to the tune as Ike's had swung to that of
Juanita, and he did not feel fatigue. They met few people upon the
river. Once a raft passed them, but Jarvis, looking at it keenly,
said that it had come down from one of the northern forks of the
Kentucky and not from his part of the country. They saw skiffs two or
three times, but did not stop to exchange words with their occupants,
continuing steadily into the heart of the Bluegrass.
They relieved one another throughout the day and at night, tired but
cheerful, drew up their boat at a point, where there was a narrow
stretch of grass between the water and the cliff, with a rope ferry
three or four hundred yards farther on.
"We'll tie up the boat here, cook supper and sleep on dry ground,"
said Jarvis.
CHAPTER X
OVER THE MOUNTAINS
The boat was secured firmly among the bushes, and finding an abundance
of fallen wood along the beach, they pulled it into a heap and kindled a
fire. The night, as usual, was cool, but the pleasant flames dispelled
the chill, and the cove was very snug and comfortable after a day of
hard and continuous work.
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