icion, mingled with a great deal of fear.

"Boss," she said, edging into a corner and peering over the shoulders of
her stalwart son, "yo' 'suredly looks like a suah 'nough man; yo'
certn'y isn't got de looks ob de debbil 'bout yo' face; but dey say de
debbil's get cow hoofs an' I kaint see yo' feet."

Her son assured her that he had seen Boyton's feet and they were just
like any other human beings; but the old woman kept something between
herself and the Captain all the time and when he stepped out, he could
hear her sigh of thankfulness as he walked off among the trees.

After leaving the cabin, another storm came up and the heavy rain turned
to hail. In a short time the light on the Baby Mine was again put out
by the waves which also soaked the matches procured from the Negro. In
the darkness there was great danger of his being run down by the fleets
of empty coal barges that were being towed up from New Orleans to
Pittsburgh. Those great tows cover acres of river space and it is a
hard matter to tell which way they are going to turn. Observing one of
the Government lights which are now placed along the rivers as a guide
to mariners, he steered for it. He landed and climbing the ladder to the
lantern, was proceeding to get a light for his lamp, when a big dog
rushed furiously up and held him treed on the lamp post. The light
keeper hearing the victorious barking of the dog, came out with a gun
and Paul could not explain his presence there any too quickly. The
keeper called off the dog, gave the Captain a supply of matches, who
lighted up his bull's eye and was soon forging ahead again. During the
small hours of the night, he passed the steamers Osceola, James Howard
and Andy Baum, all of which spoke him and inquired if he was in need of
anything. At daybreak, the Osceola Belle stopped and gave him some hot
coffee and the City of Helena gave him a cheer.

Around the Devil's Elbow, he encountered another furious head wind which
required heavy work to go against. So vigorous were his exertions that
he stopped at Bradley's, Arkansas, for the night and started next
morning at 11 o'clock for Memphis which city he reached at four
o'clock. Above Memphis he was met by a fleet of excursion steamers and
the sight of his flashing paddle as he approached them was the signal
for the firing of a salute from a ten pound parrot gun on the deck of
the General Pierson. Miss Jeanette Boswell, one