Theykepttogetherontheroadalongtheturnpike，andupthewindingroadbytheriver，whichtheyfollowedforsomemiles。
Theriverwasverylovely，curvingdownalongitssandybeds，pausingnowandthenunderbroadbasswoodtrees，orrunningindark，swift，silentcurrentsundertanglesofwildgrapevines，anddroopingalders，andhawtrees。Atoneoftheselovelyspotsthethreevetssatdownonthethickgreenswardtorest，“onSmith’saccount。“TheleavesofthetreeswereasfreshandgreenasinJune，thejayscalledcheerygreetingstothem，andkingflshersdartedtoandfro，withswooping，noiselessflight。
“Itellyeh，boys，thisknockstheswampsofLoueesianaintokingdomcome。“
“Youbet。Alltheyc’nraisedownthereissnakes，niggers，andp’rticlerhell。“
“An’fightin’men，“putintheolderman。