AllnightlongtheNancyBellsailedbackandforthwithinsightofthelightthatmarkedthemouthoftheriver. Soonafterdaylightapilot-boatwasseenapproachingherinanswertothesignalwhichwasflyingfromthemainrigging. Astheboatranalongside,acoloredpilotclamberedtothedeckanddeclareditdidhimgoodtoseeabigschoonerwaitingtocomeintotheSt.Mark’soncemore. “Usterbeaplentyof‘em,”saidheto“CaptainLi,”“butdey’sscurcer’ngoledollarsnow-adays,an’I’seproudtosee‘emcomin’ag’in.” BythetimebreakfastwasoverandtheElmerscameondeck,theyfoundtheschoonerrunningrapidlyupabroadriver,betweenwideexpansesoflowsalt-marshes,boundedbydistantpineforests,andstuddedhereandtherewithgroupsofcabbagepalms. Thechannelwasaregularzig-zag,andtheyrannowtoonesideandthenfarovertotheothertoescapethecoralreefsandoysterbarswithwhichitisfilled. Thisoccupiedmuchtime;butthebreezewasfresh,andwithinanhourtheyhadruneightmilesuptheriver,andwerepassingtheruinsoftheoldSpanishFortofSt.Mark’s. Afewminuteslatersailswerelowered,andtheschoonerwasmooredtooneoftherottenoldwharvesthatstillremaintotellofSt.Mark’sformerglory. “AndisthisSt.Mark’s?”askedMrs.Elmer,lookingwithafeelingofkeendisappointmentatthedozenorsotumble-downframebuildingsthat,perchedonpilesabovethelow,wetland,lookedlikedilapidatedoldmenwithshakylegs,andformedallthatwastobeseenofthetown. “Yes,miss,”answeredthecoloredpilot,whoseemedtoconsiderherquestionaddressedtohim. “Disyere’sSt.Mark’s,orwhatdegaleshaslef’ofhit. ‘Pearslikedey’sbeenmightyhardondeoletown,sencetradefelloff,an’mos’ofdefolksesmovedaway. Usterbewharvesallalongyere,an’cotton-presses,an’bigwar’houses,an’plentyshipsinderibber;butnowdey’sallgone. Demtimesweusterhabfo’trainsofkyarsaday;butnowdere’sonlyonetraincomestreetimesindeweek,an’hit’sonlygotonekyar. OleSt.Mark’sa-seein’badtimesnow,forsho.” Assoonashecouldgetashore,Mr.Elmer,accompaniedbyMarkandthecaptain,wentupintothevillagetofindoutwhathecouldregardingtheirdestinationandfuturemovements. Inaboutanhourhereturned,bringingapackageoflettersfromthepost-office,andtheinformationthatUncleChristopherBangs’splacewasatWakulla,somesixmilesfartheruptheriver. AstheriveraboveSt.Mark’sisquitecrooked,andborderedonbothsidesbydenseforests,andasnosteam-tugcouldbehad,thecaptaindidnotcaretoattempttocarrytheschooneranyfartherup. Mr.Elmerhadthereforecharteredalarge,flat-bottomedlighter,orscow,tocarrytoWakullathecargoofhouseholdgoods,tools,buildingmaterial,etc.,thattheyhadbroughtwiththem. As“CaptainLi”wasanxioustoproceedonhisvoyagetoPensacolaasquicklyaspossible,thelighterwasatoncebroughtalongsidetheschooner,andtheworkofdischargingtheElmers’goodsintoherwasbegun. “By-the-way,Mark,”saidMr.Elmer,astheschooner’shatcheswereremoved,“IamjustremindedthatthisisChristmas-day,andthatthereisapresentdownintheholdforyoufromyourUncleChristmas. Itwillbeoneofthefirstthingstakenout,soseeifyoucanrecognizeit.” Hehadhardlyspokenbeforethesailors,whohadgonedownintothehold,passedcarefullyuptothoseondeckabeautifulbirch-barkcanoe,withthenameRuthpaintedonitsbows. “That’sit,Father!That’sit!I’msureitis.Oh!Isn’tsheabeauty?”shoutedMark,wildwithdelight.“Oh! Father,howdidheknowjustexactlywhatIwantedmost?” andtheexcitedboyrusheddownintothecabintobeghismotherandRuthtocomeondeckandseehisChristmaspresent. Thecanoewasfollowedbytwopaddlespaintedabrightvermilion,andastheywereplacedinher,andshewaslaidtoonesideofthedeck,shewasindeedasprettyalittlecraftascanbeimagined,andonethatwoulddelightanyboy’sheart. “Iknewweweregoingtolivenearariver,mydear,”saidMr.Elmer,inanswertohiswife’sanxiousexpressionasshelookedatthecanoe,“andasMarkisagoodswimmerandverycarefulinboats,Ithoughtacanoewouldaffordhimgreatpleasure,andprobablyproveveryusefultoallofus. SowhenUncleChristopheraskedmewhatIthoughttheboywouldlikemostforaChristmaspresent,Itoldhimacanoe.” “Well,Ihopeitwillprovesafe,”sighedMrs.Elmer;“butIwishitwereflat-bottomed,andbuiltofthickboardsinsteadofthatthinbark.” “Oh,Mother!”saidMark,“youmightaswellwishitwereacanal-boatatonce.” “Yes,Ibelievecanal-boatsaregenerallyconsideredsaferthancanoes,”answeredhismotherwithasmile. “By-the-way,Mark”—andsheturnedtoherhusband—“oneofthelettersyoubroughtwasfromUncleChristopher,andhesayshethinksheforgottotellusthatthereisahouseonhisplace,whichhehopeswewillfindinafitconditiontooccupy.” Mr.Elmerhadexpectedtohavetobuildahouse,andhadaccordinglybroughtwithhimsashes,doors,blinds,thenecessaryhardware,andinfacteverythingexceptlumberforthatpurpose. Thismaterialwasnowbeingtransferredfromtheschoonertothelighter,andnowitseemedalmostapitytohavebroughtit;stilltheywereverygladtolearnthattheywerelikelytofindahouseallreadytomoveinto. ItwantedbuttwohoursofsundownwhenthelastoftheElmers’goodswerestowedinthelighter,andastherewasnothingtodetainhimanylonger,“CaptainLi”saidheshouldtakeadvantageoftheebbtidethatnighttodropdowntheriverandgetstartedforPensacola. Asrowingandpolingtheheavylighteruptheriverwouldatbestprovebutslowwork,andastherewasnohotelorplaceforthemtostayinSt.Mark’s,Mr.Elmerthoughttheytoohadbettermakeastart,andtakeadvantageofthelastofthefloodtideandwhatdaylightstillremained. Sogood-byeswereexchanged,andfeelingverymuchasthoughtheywereleavinghomeforthesecondtime,theElmersleftthecomfortablecabinthathadshelteredthemfornearlyamonth. FollowedbyJan,theywentonboardtheirnewcraft,andthelineswerecastoff. Thecrewoffourstrongcoloredmenbentoverthelongsweeps,andfollowedbyaheartycheerfromthecrewoftheschooner,thescowmovedslowlyuptheriver. InafewminutesabendhidSt.Mark’sandthetallmastsoftheNancyBellfromsight,andoneithersideofthemappearednothingbutunbrokenforest. TheriverseemednarrowanddarkaftertheopenseatowhichtheElmershadbeensolongaccustomed,andfromitsbanksthedensegrowthofoak,cedar,magnolia,palm,bay,cypress,elm,andsweetgumtrees,festoonedwithmoss,andboundtogetherwithanet-workofvines,roselikewalls,shuttingoutthesunlight. Strangewater-fowl,long-leggedandlong-billed,flewscreamingawayastheyadvanced,andquicksplashesinthewateraheadofthemtoldofthepresenceofotheranimallife. AtsunsettheywerenearlytwomilesfromSt.Mark’s,andoppositeaclearedspotonthebank,wherewaspiledaquantityoflight-woodorpitch-pine. Herethecaptainandownerofthelighter,whowasayoungwhitemannamedOliverJohnson,proposedthattheyshouldtieupforthenight. TothisMr.Elmerconsented,andassoonastheboatwasmadefasttothebank,activepreparationswerebegunforcookingsupper,andformakingeverythingassnugandcomfortableaspossible. Alargesailwasstretchedacrosssomepoles,intheformofatent,overtheafter-partofthelighter,andbeneaththistwocomfortablebedsweremadeupfromtheabundantsupplyofmattressesandblanketsbelongingtotheElmers. JanJansenandCaptainJohnson,who,Marksaid,mustberelated,astheirnameswerethesame,spreadtheirblanketsintheforwardendoftheboat. Onshorethenegrocrewbuiltforthemselvesathatchedlean-toofpolesandpalm-leavesbesidethefire,thatwasalreadythrowingitscheerfullightacrossthedarksurfaceoftheriver. Whilethemenwerebusyarrangingthesheltersandbedding,Mrs.ElmerandRuth,assistedbyoneofthenegroes,werecookingsupperoverabedofcoalsthathadbeenrakedfromthefire. Ahugepotofcoffeesentforthcloudsoffragrantsteam,andintwofrying-panssomefreshlycaughtfishsizzledandbrownedinamostgratifyingandappetizingmanner. Inacoupleofkettleshungoverthefirehominyandsweetpotatoesbubbled,boiled,andtriedtooutdoeachotheringettingdone. Fresh-madebreadandagoodsupplyofbutterhadbeenbroughtfromtheschooner. Whenthesupperwasallready,andspreadoutonagreentable-clothofpalm-leaves,MarkandRuthdeclaredthatthispicnicwasevenjollierthantheoneontheislandoftheFloridaReef,andthatthiswasafteralloneoftheverybestChristmasestheyhadeverknown. Aftersupper,andwhenthedisheshadallbeenwashedandputaway,theElmers,CaptainJohnson,andJansoughttheshelterofthecanvasawningfromtheheavynight-dewwhichhadbeguntofallassoonasthesunwentdown. Theyliftedthesides,sothattheycouldlookoutandseethefirearoundwhichthecrewweregathered. Afterawhileoneofthesestartedaplaintivenegromelody,whichsoundedverysweetlythroughthestillair. Theotherstookitup,andtheysangforanhourormore,greatlytothedelightofthechildren,towhomsuchmusicwasnew. Manyofthewordswerecomposedastheysang,andMarkandRuthcouldnothelplaughingatsomeofthem,which,thoughsungverysoberly,soundedfunny. Onesongwhichtheyafterwardsrememberedwas: Yes,derabenscomean’fedhim Fo’you’llnebbergettoheaben No,you’llnebbergettoheaben Inthemidstofthesingingavoicecalledoutfromthetreetops, “Who,who,who,who’sthere?”oratleastsoitsounded. Immediatelythesingingstopped,andoneofthenegroesanswered, “SomefolksesfromdeNorf,MarseOwl,an’Cap’nJohnsin,an’me,an’Homer,an’Virgil,an’Pete.” “Whatdoeshemeanbythat?”askedMr.Elmerofthecaptain. “Oh,”answeredhe,“it’soneoftheirsuperstitionsthatthey’llhavebadluckiftheydon’tansweranowlpolitelywhenheasks‘Who’sthere?’andgivethenamesofalltheparty,iftheyknowthem.” Soonafterthisallhandssoughttheirblankets,good-nightsweresaid,thefiredieddown,andallwasquietinthecamp,thoughseveraltimessomesleepynegrorousedhimselfsufficientlytoanswertheowl’srepeatedquestionof“Who’sthere?” Itmusthavebeennearlymidnightwhenthecampwasstartledbyacrash,aseriesofsmotheredcries,andaloudsplashinginthewater. Itwasevidentthatsomethingserioushadhappened,butwhatitwasnoonecouldmakeoutinthedarkness.