Do you know any such place ?" He scratched his head, muttering something to himself; then turned half about, exhibiting a line of ivories.
"On de Illinois shore, sah?
Le's see; thar's Rassuer Creek, 'bout twenty mile up.

'Tain't so awful big et the mouth, but I reckon we mought pole up fer 'nough ter git outer sight.

Ah spects you all knows whut yer a headin' fer ?" "To a certain extent--yes; but we had to decide on this action very quickly, with no chance to plan it out.

I am aiming at the mouth of the Illinois." He glanced about at me again, vainly endeavoring to decipher my expression in the gloom.
"De Illinois ribber, boss; what yer hope fer ter find thar ?" "A certain man I've heard about.

Did you ever happen to hear a white man mentioned who lives near there?
His name is Amos Shrunk ?" I could scarcely distinguish his eyes, but I could feel them.