121

CHAPTER XII.
SQUIRE FISHLEY MAKES IT RIGHT. 132

CHAPTER XIII.
NEAR UNTO DEATH. 143

CHAPTER XIV.
WHO ROBBED THE MAIL. 154

CHAPTER XV.
THE DEPARTURE. 166

CHAPTER XVI.
DOWN THE RIVER. 178

CHAPTER XVII.
NIGHT ON THE RIVER. 189

CHAPTER XVIII.
AT THE MOUTH OF THE OHIO. 201

CHAPTER XIX.
AFTER THE EXPLOSION. 212

CHAPTER XX.
EMILY GOODRIDGE. 223

CHAPTER XXI.
FLORA AND HER PATIENT. 234

CHAPTER XXII.
THE END OF THE VOYAGE. 245

CHAPTER XXIII.
CLARENCE BRADFORD. 256

CHAPTER XXIV.
UP THE RIVER. 268

CHAPTER XXV.
TWO HOURS IN JAIL. 279

CHAPTER XXVI.
CONCLUSION. 290

DOWN THE RIVER:

OR,

BUCK BRADFORD AND HIS TYRANTS.

CHAPTER I.

TWO OF THE TYRANTS.

"Here, Buck Bradford, black my boots, and be quick about it."

That was what Ham Fishley said to me.

"Black them yourself!"

That was what I said to Ham Fishley.

Neither of us was gentlemanly, nor even civil. I shall not apologize for
myself, and certainly not for Ham, though he inherited his mean,
tyrannical disposition from both his father and his mother. If he had
civilly asked me to black his boots, I would have done it. If he had
just told me that he was going to a party, that he was a li