Two trips later, I got into serious trouble. Brown was steering;I was 'pulling down.' My younger brother appeared on the hurricane deck,and shouted to Brown to stop at some landing or other a mile or so below.

Brown gave no intimation that he had heard anything. But that washis way: he never condescended to take notice of an under clerk.

The wind was blowing; Brown was deaf (although he always pretendedhe wasn't), and I very much doubted if he had heard the order.

If I had two heads, I would have spoken; but as I had only one, it seemedjudicious to take care of it; so I kept still.

Presently, sure enough, we went sailing by that plantation.

Captain Klinefelter appeared on the deck, and said--'Let her come around, sir, let her come around.

Didn't Henry tell you to land here?'

'NO, sir!'

'I sent him up to do, it.'

'He did come up; and that's all the good it done, the dod-derned fool.

He never said anything.'

'Didn't YOU hear him?' asked the captain of me.

Of course I didn't want to be mixed up in this business,but there was no way to avoid it; so I said--'Yes, sir.'

I knew what Brown's next remark would be, before he uttered it; it was--'Shut your mouth! you never heard anything of the kind.'

I closed my mouth according to instructions. An hour later,Henry entered the pilot-house, unaware of what had been going on.

He was a thoroughly inoffensive boy, and I was sorry to seehim come, for I knew Brown would have no pity on him.

Brown began, straightway--'Here! why didn't you tell me we'd got to land at that plantation?'

'I did tell you, Mr. Brown.'

'It's a lie!'

I said--'You lie, yourself. He did tell you.'

Brown glared at me in unaffected surprise; and for as much as a momenthe was entirely speechless; then he shouted to me--'I'll attend to your case in half a minute!' then to Henry,'And you leave the pilot-house; out with you!'

It was pilot law, and must be obeyed. The boy started out,and even had his foot on the upper step outside the door, when Brown,with a sudden access of fury, picked up a ten-pound lump of coaland sprang after him; but I was between, with a heavy stool,and I hit Brown a good honest blow which stretched-him out.

I had committed the crime of crimes--I had lifted my hand againsta pilot on duty! I supposed I was booked for the penitentiary sure,and couldn't be booked any surer if I went on and squared my long accountwith this person while I had the chance; consequently I stuck to himand pounded him with my fists a considerable time--I do not know how long,the pleasure of it probably made it seem longer than it really was;--but in the end he struggled free and jumped up and sprang to the wheel:

a very natural solicitude, for, all this time, here was this steamboattearing down the river at the rate of fifteen miles an hour and nobody atthe helm! However, Eagle Bend was two miles wide at this bank-full stage,and correspondingly long and deep; and the boat was steering herselfstraight down the middle and taking no chances. Still, that was only luck--a body MIGHT have found her charging into the woods.

Perceiving, at a glance, that the 'Pennsylvania' was in no danger,Brown gathered up the big spy-glass, war-club fashion, and orderedme out of the pilot-house with more than Comanche bluster.

But I was not afraid of him now; so, instead of going, I tarried,and criticized his grammar; I reformed his ferocious speeches for him,and put them into good English, calling his attention to the advantageof pure English over the bastard dialect of the Pennsylvaniancollieries whence he was extracted. He could have done his partto admiration............