"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.
A big schooner was passing with all sails set, and, not long after this, a large steamer, bound up the Mississippi, hove into sight.
"Now, we'll get some big swells," remarked Sam, and he was right. Soon the houseboat began to rock in a fashion that pleased the boys, but alarmed the girls.
"When the houseboat rocks like that, I'm always afraid we'll be swamped," said Grace.