The Mississippi Saucer
By Frank Belknap Long
27 Apr, 2020
Jimmy watched the Natchez Belle draw near, a shining eagerness in his stare. He stood on the deck of the shanty boat, his toes sticking out of his socks, his heart knocking against his ribs. Straight down the river, the big packet boat came, purpling
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Jimmy watched the Natchez Belle draw near, a shining eagerness in his stare. He stood on the deck of the shanty boat, his toes sticking out of his socks, his heart knocking against his ribs. Straight down the river, the big packet boat came, purpling the water with its shadow, its smokestacks belching soot. Jimmy had a wild talent for collecting things. He knew exactly how to infuriate the captains without sticking out his neck. Up and down the Father of Waters, from the bayous of Louisiana to the Great Sandy other little shanty boat boys envied Jimmy and tried hard to imitate him. But Jimmy had a very special gift, a genius for pantomime. He'd wait until there was a glimmer of red flame on the river and small objects stood out with startling clarity. Then he'd go into his act. Nothing upset the captains quite so much as Jimmy's habit of holding a big, croaking bullfrog up by its legs as the riverboats went steaming past. It was a surefire way of reminding the captains that men and frogs were brothers under the skin. Less