I growed up on the river, mostly;--learned ter swim an' paddle er John-boat 'fore I kin remember.

Red Creek, hit heads over there behind that there long ridge, in Injin Holler.

There's a still--" She checked herself suddenly, and shot a fearful sidewise look at Auntie Sue; then turned and pointed in the opposite direction with a pretense of excited interest.

"Look down there, ma'm! See how black the old river is where she smashes inter Elbow Rock, an' how white them waves be where the water biles an' throws hitself.

Hit'd sure git you if you was ter git ketched in there with er John-boat, wouldn't hit?
Listen, ma'm! You kin hear hit a-roarin' like hit was mad, can't you ?" But the older woman turned to face, again, the quiet reaches of The Bend.
"I think I like The Bend best, though, Judy.