CHAPTER IV
TROUBLE WITH NEGROES
"The rolling, the rolling,
The rolling river for me!
The rolling river, the rolling river,
That carries us down to the sea!"
So sang Songbird Powell the next morning when he came out on deck after a refreshing night's rest.
"Songbird, you're a regular lark," remarked Dick.
"I feel like one," was the answer. "Who wouldn't feel good on such a glorious morning as this?"
"Maype you didn't haf some ghosts drouble you?" put in Hans with a grin.
"Forget it, Hans," answered Dick. "It's too fine a morning to think of ghosts."
It was indeed a glorious morning, clear and balmy. The ladies of the party were much pleased, and so were the girls. All gathered on the deck to take in the sights before breakfast was announced by Aleck.
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