The Outdoor Chums on the Gulf by Captain Quincy [pseud.] Allen
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When George had faded away in the shadows the boys resumed the tasks his
coming had interrupted. Naturally enough, their conversation was in connection with the great questions which the South had had to struggle with since the emancipation proclamation had freed so many million blacks and placed them on their own responsibility. "I don't suppose any of you want to get the single tent out and sleep ashore to-night?" said Frank finally, as he saw his comrades yawning, as if ready to turn in. "Not me," answered Bluff immediately. "Some time later on I'm going to try it, but I want to get used to these queer scenes first," remarked Will. "He thinks an alligator might crawl up out of the river and gobble him up," laughed Jerry. "Well, we haven't heard from you yet. Are you getting out the tent?" asked Frank. "I would, only it's such a bother. On the whole, I'm contented with the snug little bunky on board," came the answer, at which Will shrugged his shoulders, as if to say he knew it would be so. "All right, then; let's go aboard. I'll fix up the fire here so it will burn a few hours anyway. Kind of cheerful to see it as a fellow sits out his watch. This log, pushed over to the blaze, might answer," observed Frank, suiting the action to his words. |
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