Well, Jake Dale did, that night.
When he shoved her off from the gumbo p'int
She reeled like a sawyer snag,
Then the current caught her along the beam
An' she whirled around an' shot down stream
With the foam from her bow like a cloud o' steam,
As fast as a red-tail stag.
Good Lord, the fright in them children's cries!
It curdled a feller's blood,
Them river men ain't a prayerful race,