THE BOYS' LIFE OF MARK TWAIN
Pilot Bixby laughed. The manner of the reply amused him. His guest was encouraged.
"Do you know the Bowen boys?" he asked, "pilots in the St. Louis and New Orleans trade?"
"I know them well—all three of them. William Bowen did his first steering for me; a mighty good boy. I know Sam, too, and Bart."
"Old schoolmates of mine in Hannibal. Sam and Will, especially, were my chums."
Bixby's tone became friendly. "Come over and stand by me," he said. "What is your name?"
The applicant told him, and the two stood looking out on the sunlit water.
"Do you drink?"
"No."
"Do you gamble?"
"No, sir."
"Do you swear?"
"N-not for amusement; only under pressure."
"Do you chew?"
"No, sir, never; but I must—smoke."
"Did you ever do any steering?"
"I have steered everything on the river but a steamboat, I guess."
"Very well. Take the wheel and see what you can do with a steamboat. Keep her as she is—toward that lower cottonwood snag."
Bixby had a sore foot and was glad of a little relief. He sat on the bench where he could keep a careful eye on the course. By and by he said: "There is just one way I would take a young man to learn the river—that is, for money."
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