Raymond S. Spears,
River Laughter — Chapter 4
(1919)
“ Things are never twice alike down that river. The anchor on her deck—that was kind of human and mischievous, but the voices and whisperings in the dark—the passing of strange sounds among human voices.The wonder, more than the ominousness, appealed to her. She heard some one say something plain at last. Some one hailed:“Say, Jack! There’s an awful fog on the river!”“Tha’ so?” some one asked sleepily.“Yeh! Say, Jack—Jack—Jack—Jack! Say—we’re adrift, Jack! Say——”Columbiana heard some one tumbling out of a squeaky bunk or bed and heard a pattering of feet. ”
