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? ? ? ? "What wreck?"

? ? ? ? "Why, there ain't but one."

? ? ? ? "What, you don't mean the Walter Scott?"

? ? ? ? "Yes."

? ? ? ? "Good land! What are they doin' there, for gracious sakes?"

? ? ? ? "Well, they didn't go there a-purpose."

? ? ? ? "I bet they didn't! Why, great goodness, there ain't no chance for 'em if they don't git off mighty quick! Why, how in the nation did they ever git into such a scrape?"

? ? ? ? "Easy enough. Miss Hooker was a-visiting, up there to the town-"

? ? ? ? "Yes, Booth's Landing- go on."

? ? ? ? "She was a-visiting, there at Booth's Landing, and just in the edge of the evening she started over with her nigger woman in the horse-ferry, to stay all night at her friend's house, Miss What-you-may-call-her, I disremember her name, and they lost their steering-oar, and swung around and went afloating down, stern-first, about two mile, and saddle-baggsed on the wreck, and the ferry man and the nigger woman and the horses was all lost, but Miss Hooker she made a grab and got aboard the wreck.


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