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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Mississippi Saucer, by Frank Belknap Long
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+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+Title: The Mississippi Saucer
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+Author: Frank Belknap Long
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+Release Date: November 20, 2007 [EBook #23568]
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+Language: English
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+
+<p class="tr">Transcriber's Note:<br />
+This eBook was produced from <i>Weird Tales</i>, March
+1951, pp. 26-36. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
+the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.</p>
+
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenumber"><a name="p26">p.&nbsp;26</a></span></p>
+
+<p style="text-align:center"><i>Something of the wonder that must have come to men<br />
+seeking magic in the sky in days long vanished.</i></p>
+
+
+<div style="text-align:center"><a href="images/title.png"><img src="images/title_thumb.png" width="600" height="894" alt="The Mississippi Saucer" title="'The Mississippi Saucer' title and illustration" /></a></div>
+
+<p style="text-align:center"><b>Heading by Jon Arfstrom</b></p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenumber"><a name="p27">p.&nbsp;27</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div style="text-align:center"><img src="images/author.png" width="400" height="57" alt="By Frank Belknap Long" title="By Frank Belknap Long" /></div>
+
+<p>Jimmy watched the <i>Natchez Belle</i>
+draw near, a shining eagerness in his
+stare. He stood on the deck of the
+shantyboat, 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.</p>
+
+<p>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 shantyboat boys envied Jimmy
+and tried hard to imitate him.</p>
+
+<p>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 a
+startling clarity. Then he'd go into his act.</p>
+
+<p>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. The puffed-out
+throat of the frog told the captains
+exactly what Jimmy thought of their cheek.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy refrained from making faces, or
+sticking out his tongue at the grinning
+roustabouts. It was the frog that did the
+trick.</p>
+
+<p>In the still dawn things came sailing
+Jimmy's way, hurled by captains with a
+twinkle of repressed merriment dancing in
+eyes that were kindlier and more tolerant
+than Jimmy dreamed.</p>
+
+<p>Just because shantyboat folk had no right
+to insult the riverboats Jimmy had collected
+forty empty tobacco tins, a down-at-heels
+shoe, a Sears Roebuck catalogue and&mdash;more
+rolled up newspapers than Jimmy could
+ever read.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy could read, of course. No matter
+how badly Uncle Al needed a new pair of
+shoes, Jimmy's education came first. So
+Jimmy had spent six winters ashore in a
+first-class grammar school, his books paid
+for out of Uncle Al's "New Orleans"
+money.</p>
+
+<p>Uncle Al, blowing on a vinegar jug and
+making sweet music, the holes in his socks
+much bigger than the holes in Jimmy's
+socks. Uncle Al shaking his head and saying
+sadly, "Some day, young fella, I ain't
+gonna sit here harmonizing. No siree! I'm
+gonna buy myself a brand new store suit,
+trade in this here jig jug for a big round
+banjo, and hie myself off to the Mardi
+Gras. Ain't too old thataway to git a little
+fun out of life, young fella!"</p>
+
+<p>Poor old Uncle Al. The money he'd
+saved up for the Mardi Gras never seemed
+to stretch far enough. There was enough
+kindness in him to stretch like a rainbow
+over the bayous and the river forests of
+sweet, rustling pine for as far as the eye
+could see. Enough kindness to wrap all of
+Jimmy's life in a glow, and the life of
+Jimmy's sister as well.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy's parents had died of winter
+pneumonia too soon to appreciate Uncle Al.
+But up and down the river everyone knew
+that Uncle Al was a great man.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p>Enemies? Well, sure, all great men
+made enemies, didn't they?</p>
+
+<p>The Harmon brothers were downright
+sinful about carrying their feuding meanness
+right up to the doorstep of Uncle Al,
+if it could be said that a man living in a
+shantyboat had a doorstep.</p>
+
+<p>Uncle Al made big catches and the Harmon
+brothers never seemed to have any
+luck. So, long before Jimmy was old
+enough to understand how corrosive envy
+could be the Harmon brothers had started
+feuding with Uncle Al.</p>
+
+<p>"Jimmy, here comes the <i>Natchez Belle</i>!
+Uncle Al says for you to get him a newspaper.
+The newspaper you got him yesterday
+he couldn't read no-ways. It was soaking
+wet!"</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy turned to glower at his sister. Up
+and down the river Pigtail Anne was known
+as a tomboy, but she wasn't&mdash;no-ways. She
+<span class="pagenumber"><a name="p28">p.&nbsp;28</a></span>
+was Jimmy's little sister. That meant Jimmy
+was the man in the family, and wore the
+pants, and nothing Pigtail said or did could
+change that for one minute.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't yell at me!" Jimmy complained.
+"How can I get Captain Simmons mad if
+you get me mad first? Have a heart, will
+you?"</p>
+
+<p>But Pigtail Anne refused to budge. Even
+when the <i>Natchez Belle</i> loomed so close to
+the shantyboat that it blotted out the sky
+she continued to crowd her brother, preventing
+him from holding up the frog and
+making Captain Simmons squirm.</p>
+
+<p>But Jimmy got the newspaper anyway.
+Captain Simmons had a keen insight into
+tomboy psychology, and from the bridge of
+the <i>Natchez Belle</i> he could see that Pigtail
+was making life miserable for Jimmy.</p>
+
+<p>True&mdash;Jimmy had no respect for packet
+boats and deserved a good trouncing. But
+what a scrapper the lad was! Never let it be
+said that in a struggle between the sexes
+the men of the river did not stand shoulder
+to shoulder.</p>
+
+<p>The paper came sailing over the shining
+brown water like a white-bellied buffalo
+cat shot from a sling.</p>
+
+<p>Pigtail grabbed it before Jimmy could
+give her a shove. Calmly she unwrapped it,
+her chin tilted in bellicose defiance.</p>
+
+<p>As the <i>Natchez Belle</i> dwindled around
+a lazy, cypress-shadowed bend Pigtail Anne
+became a superior being, wrapped in a
+cosmopolitan aura. A wide-eyed little girl
+on a swaying deck, the great outside world
+rushing straight toward her from all directions.</p>
+
+<p>Pigtail could take that world in her
+stride. She liked the fashion page best, but
+she was not above clicking her tongue at
+everything in the paper.</p>
+
+<p>"Kidnap plot linked to airliner crash
+killing fifty," she read. "Red Sox blank
+Yanks! Congress sits today, vowing vengeance!
+Million dollar heiress elopes with
+a clerk! Court lets dog pick owner! Girl of
+eight kills her brother in accidental shooting!"</p>
+
+<p>"I ought to push your face right down
+in the mud," Jimmy muttered.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you dare! I've a right to see
+what's going on in the world!"</p>
+
+<p>"You said the paper was for Uncle Al!"</p>
+
+<p>"It is&mdash;when I get finished with it."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy started to take hold of his sister's
+wrist and pry the paper from her clasp.
+Only started&mdash;for as Pigtail wriggled back
+sunlight fell on a shadowed part of the
+paper which drew Jimmy's gaze as sunlight
+draws dew.</p>
+
+<p><i>Exciting</i> wasn't the word for the headline.
+It seemed to blaze out of the page at
+Jimmy as he stared, his chin nudging Pigtail's
+shoulder.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p style="text-align:center">NEW FLYING MONSTER REPORTED
+BLAZING GULF STATE SKIES</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p>Jimmy snatched the paper and backed
+away from Pigtail, his eyes glued to the
+headline.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p>He was kind to his sister, however.
+He read the news item aloud, if an
+account so startling could be called an item.
+To Jimmy it seemed more like a dazzling
+burst of light in the sky.</p>
+
+<p>"A New Orleans resident reported today
+that he saw a big bright object 'roundish
+like a disk' flying north, against the
+wind. 'It was all lighted up from inside!'
+the observer stated. 'As far as I could tell
+there were no signs of life aboard the thing.
+It was much bigger than any of the flying
+saucers previously reported!'"</p>
+
+<p>"People keep seeing them!" Jimmy muttered,
+after a pause. "Nobody knows where
+they come from! Saucers flying through the
+sky, high up at night. In the daytime, too!
+Maybe we're being <i>watched</i>, Pigtail!"</p>
+
+<p>"Watched? Jimmy, what do you mean?
+What you talking about?"</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy stared at his sister, the paper
+jiggling in his clasp. "It's way over your
+head, Pigtail!" he said sympathetically. "I'll
+prove it! What's a planet?"</p>
+
+<p>"A star in the sky, you dope!" Pigtail
+almost screamed. "Wait'll Uncle Al hears
+what a meanie you are. If I wasn't your
+sister you wouldn't dare grab a paper that
+doesn't belong to you."</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenumber"><a name="p29">p.&nbsp;29</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Jimmy refused to be enraged. "A planet's
+not a star, Pigtail," he said patiently. "A
+star's a big ball of fire like the sun. A
+planet is small and cool, like the Earth.
+Some of the planets may even have people
+on them. Not people like us, but people
+all the same. Maybe we're just frogs to
+them!"</p>
+
+<p>"You're crazy, Jimmy! Crazy, crazy, you
+hear?"</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy started to reply, then shut his
+mouth tight. Big waves were nothing new
+in the wake of steamboats, but the shantyboat
+wasn't just riding a swell. It was swaying
+and rocking like a floating barrel in
+the kind of blow Shantyboaters dreaded
+worse than the thought of dying.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy knew that a big blow could come
+up fast. Straight down from the sky in
+gusts, from all directions, banging
+against the boat like a drunken roustabout,
+slamming doors, tearing away mooring
+planks.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p>The river could rise fast too. Under the
+lashing of a hurricane blowing up
+from the gulf the river could lift a shantyboat
+right out of the water, and smash it to
+smithereens against a tree.</p>
+
+<p>But now the blow was coming from just
+one part of the sky. A funnel of wind was
+churning the river into a white froth and
+raising big swells directly offshore. But the
+river wasn't rising and the sun was shining
+in a clear sky.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy knew a dangerous floodwater
+storm when he saw one. The sky had to be
+dark with rain, and you had to feel scared,
+in fear of drowning.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy was scared, all right. That part of
+it rang true. But a hollow, sick feeling in
+his chest couldn't mean anything by itself,
+he told himself fiercely.</p>
+
+<p>Pigtail Anne saw the disk before Jimmy
+did. She screamed and pointed skyward, her
+twin braids standing straight out in the
+wind like the ropes on a bale of cotton,
+when smokestacks collapse and a savage
+howling sends the river ghosts scurrying
+for cover.</p>
+
+<p>Straight down out of the sky the disk
+<span class="pagenumber"><a name="p30">p.&nbsp;30</a></span>
+swooped, a huge, spinning shape as flat as
+a buckwheat cake swimming in a golden
+haze of butterfat.</p>
+
+<p>But the disk didn't remind Jimmy of a
+buckwheat cake. It made him think instead
+of a slowly turning wheel in the pilot house
+of a rotting old riverboat, a big, ghostly
+wheel manned by a steersman a century
+dead, his eye sockets filled with flickering
+swamp lights.</p>
+
+<p>It made Jimmy want to run and hide.
+Almost it made him want to cling to his
+sister, content to let her wear the pants if
+only he could be spared the horror.</p>
+
+<p>For there was something so chilling
+about the downsweeping disk that Jimmy's
+heart began leaping like a vinegar jug bobbing
+about in the wake of a capsizing fishboat.</p>
+
+<p>Lower and lower the disk swept, trailing
+plumes of white smoke, lashing the water
+with a fearful blow. Straight down over the
+cypress wilderness that fringed the opposite
+bank, and then out across the river with a
+long-drawn whistling sound, louder than
+the air-sucking death gasps of a thousand
+buffalo cats.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy didn't see the disk strike the shining
+broad shoulders of the Father of
+Waters, for the bend around which the
+<i>Natchez Belle</i> had steamed so proudly hid
+the sky monster from view. But Jimmy did
+see the waterspout, spiraling skyward like
+the atom bomb explosion he'd goggled at
+in the pages of an old <i>Life</i> magazine, all
+smudged now with oily thumbprints.</p>
+
+<p>Just a roaring for an instant&mdash;and a big
+white mushroom shooting straight up into
+the sky. Then, slowly, the mushroom decayed
+and fell back, and an awful stillness
+settled down over the river.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p>The stillness was broken by a shrill cry
+from Pigtail Anne. "It was a flying
+saucer! Jimmy, we've seen one! We've seen
+one! We've&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Shut your mouth, Pigtail!"</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy shaded his eyes and stared out
+across the river, his chest a throbbing ache.</p>
+
+<p>He was still staring when a door creaked
+behind him.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy trembled. A tingling fear went
+through him, for he found it hard to realize
+that the disk had swept around the bend
+out of sight. To his overheated imagination
+it continued to fill all of the sky above
+him, overshadowing the shantyboat, making
+every sound a threat.</p>
+
+<p>Sucking the still air deep into his lungs,
+Jimmy swung about.</p>
+
+<p>Uncle Al was standing on the deck in
+a little pool of sunlight, his gaunt, hollow-cheeked
+face set in harsh lines. Uncle Al
+was shading his eyes too. But he was staring
+up the river, not down.</p>
+
+<p>"Trouble, young fella," he grunted.
+"Sure as I'm a-standin' here. A barrelful o'
+trouble&mdash;headin' straight for us!"</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy gulped and gestured wildly toward
+the bend. "It came down <i>over there</i>,
+Uncle Al!" he got out. "Pigtail saw it, too!
+A big, flying&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"The Harmons are a-comin', young
+fella," Uncle Al drawled, silencing Jimmy
+with a wave of his hand. "Yesterday I
+rowed over a Harmon jug line without
+meanin' to. Now Jed Harmon's tellin' everybody
+I stole his fish!"</p>
+
+<p>Very calmly Uncle Al cut himself a slice
+of the strongest tobacco on the river and
+packed it carefully in his pipe, wadding it
+down with his thumb.</p>
+
+<p>He started to put the pipe between his
+teeth, then thought better of it.</p>
+
+<p>"I can bone-feel the Harmon boat a-comin',
+young fella," he said, using the
+pipe to gesture with. "Smooth and quiet
+over the river like a moccasin snake."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy turned pale. He forgot about the
+disk and the mushrooming water spout.
+When he shut his eyes he saw only a red
+haze overhanging the river, and a shantyboat
+nosing out of the cypresses, its windows
+spitting death.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p>Jimmy knew that the Harmons had
+waited a long time for an excuse. The
+Harmons were law-respecting river rats
+with sharp teeth. Feuding wasn't lawful,
+but murder could be made lawful by whittling
+down a lie until it looked as sharp
+as the truth.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenumber"><a name="p31">p.&nbsp;31</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The Harmon brothers would do their
+whittling down with double-barreled shotguns.
+It was easy enough to make murder
+look like a lawful crime if you could point
+to a body covered by a blanket and say,
+"We caught him stealing our fish! He was
+a-goin' to kill us&mdash;so we got him first."</p>
+
+<p>No one would think of lifting the
+blanket and asking Uncle Al about it. A
+man lying stiff and still under a blanket
+could no more make himself heard than a
+river cat frozen in the ice.</p>
+
+<p>"Git inside, young 'uns. <i>Here they
+come</i>!"</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy's heart skipped a beat. Down the
+river in the <ins class="typo" title="Transcriber's Note: 'sunilght' in the original text.">sunlight</ins> a shantyboat was drifting.
+Jimmy could see the Harmon brothers
+crouching on the deck, their faces livid
+with hate, sunlight glinting on their arm-cradled
+shotguns.</p>
+
+<p>The Harmon brothers were not in the
+least alike. Jed Harmon was tall and gaunt,
+his right cheek puckered by a knife scar, his
+cruel, thin-lipped mouth snagged by his
+teeth. Joe Harmon was small and stout, a
+little round man with bushy eyebrows and
+the flabby face of a cottonmouth snake.</p>
+
+<p>"Go inside, Pigtail," Jimmy said, calmly.
+"I'm a-going to stay and fight!"</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p>Uncle Al grabbed Jimmy's arm and
+swung him around. "You heard what
+I said, young fella. Now git!"</p>
+
+<p>"I want to stay here and fight with you,
+Uncle Al," Jimmy said.</p>
+
+<p>"Have you got a gun? Do you want to
+be blown apart, young fella?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm not scared, Uncle Al," Jimmy
+pleaded. "You might get wounded. I know
+how to shoot straight, Uncle Al. If you get
+hurt I'll go right on fighting!"</p>
+
+<p>"No you won't, young fella! Take Pigtail
+inside. You hear me? You want me to take
+you across my knee and beat the livin'
+stuffings out of you?"</p>
+
+<p>Silence.</p>
+
+<p>Deep in his uncle's face Jimmy saw an
+anger he couldn't buck. Grabbing Pigtail
+Anne by the arm, he propelled her across
+the deck and into the dismal front room of
+the shantyboat.</p>
+
+<p>The instant he released her she glared
+at him and stamped her foot. "If Uncle Al
+gets shot it'll be your fault," she said
+cruelly. Then Pigtail's anger really flared
+up.</p>
+
+<p>"The Harmons wouldn't dare shoot us
+'cause we're children!"</p>
+
+<p>For an instant brief as a dropped heartbeat
+Jimmy stared at his sister with unconcealed
+admiration.</p>
+
+<p>"You can be right smart when you've got
+nothing else on your mind, Pigtail," he said.
+"If they kill me they'll hang sure as shooting!"</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy was out in the sunlight again before
+Pigtail could make a grab for him.</p>
+
+<p>Out on the deck and running along the
+deck toward Uncle Al. He was still running
+when the first blast came.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p>It didn't sound like a shotgun blast.
+The deck shook and a big swirl of smoke
+floated straight toward Jimmy, half blinding
+him and blotting Uncle Al from view.</p>
+
+<p>When the smoke cleared Jimmy could
+see the Harmon shantyboat. It was less than
+thirty feet away now, drifting straight past
+and rocking with the tide like a topheavy
+flatbarge.</p>
+
+<p>On the deck Jed Harmon was crouching
+down, his gaunt face split in a triumphant
+smirk. Beside him Joe Harmon stood quivering
+like a mound of jelly, a stick of dynamite
+in his hand, his flabby face looking
+almost gentle in the slanting sunlight.</p>
+
+<p>There was a little square box at Jed Harmon's
+feet. As Joe pitched Jed reached into
+the box for another dynamite stick. Jed was
+passing the sticks along to his brother, depending
+on wad dynamite to silence Uncle
+Al forever.</p>
+
+<p>Wildly Jimmy told himself that the guns
+had been just a trick to mix Uncle Al up,
+and keep him from shooting until they had
+him where they wanted him.</p>
+
+<p>Uncle Al was shooting now, his face as
+grim as death. His big heavy gun was leaping
+about like mad, almost hurling him to
+the deck.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy saw the second dynamite stick
+spinning through the air, but he never saw
+<span class="pagenumber"><a name="p32">p.&nbsp;32</a></span>
+it come down. All he could see was the
+smoke and the shantyboat rocking, and another
+terrible splintering crash as he went
+plunging into the river from the end of a
+rising plank, a sob strangling in his throat.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy struggled up from the river with
+the long leg-thrusts of a terrified bullfrog,
+his head a throbbing ache. As he swam
+shoreward he could see the cypresses on the
+opposite bank, dark against the sun, and
+something that looked like the roof of a
+house with water washing over it.</p>
+
+<p>Then, with mud sucking at his heels,
+Jimmy was clinging to a slippery bank and
+staring out across the river, shading his
+eyes against the glare.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy thought, "I'm dreaming! I'll wake
+up and see Uncle Joe blowing on a vinegar
+jug. I'll see Pigtail, too. Uncle Al will be
+sitting on the deck, taking it easy!"</p>
+
+<p>But Uncle Al wasn't sitting on the deck.
+There was no deck for Uncle Al to sit upon.
+Just the top of the shantyboat, sinking
+lower and lower, and Uncle Al swimming.</p>
+
+<p>Uncle Al had his arm around Pigtail,
+and Jimmy could see Pigtail's white face
+bobbing up and down as Uncle Al breasted
+the <ins class="typo" title="Transcriber's Note: 'tie' in the original text.">tide</ins> with his strong right arm.</p>
+
+<p>Closer to the bend was the Harmon
+shantyboat. The Harmons were using their
+shotguns now, blasting fiercely away at
+Uncle Al and Pigtail. Jimmy could see the
+smoke curling up from the leaping guns
+and the water jumping up and down in
+little spurts all about Uncle Al.</p>
+
+<p>There was an awful hollow agony in
+Jimmy's chest as he stared, a fear that was
+partly a soundless screaming and partly a
+vision of Uncle Al sinking down through
+the dark water and turning it red.</p>
+
+<p>It was strange, though. Something was
+happening to Jimmy, nibbling away at the
+outer edges of the fear like a big, hungry
+river cat. Making the fear seem less swollen
+and awful, shredding it away in little
+flakes.</p>
+
+<p>There was a white core of anger in
+Jimmy which seemed suddenly to blaze up.</p>
+
+<p>He shut his eyes tight.</p>
+
+<p>In his mind's gaze Jimmy saw himself
+holding the Harmon brothers up by
+their long, mottled legs. The Harmon
+brothers were frogs. Not friendly, good
+natured frogs like Uncle Al, but snake
+frogs. Cottonmouth frogs.</p>
+
+<p>All flannel red were their mouths, and
+they had long evil fangs which dripped
+poison in the sunlight. But Jimmy wasn't
+afraid of them no-ways. Not any more. He
+had too firm a grip on their legs.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't let anything happen to Uncle Al
+and Pigtail!" Jimmy whispered, as though
+he were talking to himself. No&mdash;not exactly
+to himself. To someone like himself,
+only larger. Very close to Jimmy, but larger,
+more powerful.</p>
+
+<p>"Catch them before they harm Uncle Al!
+Hurry! <i>Hurry</i>!"</p>
+
+<p>There was a strange lifting sensation in
+Jimmy's chest now. As though he could
+shake the river if he tried hard enough, tilt
+it, send it swirling in great thunderous
+white surges clear down to Lake Pontchartrain.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p>But Jimmy didn't want to tilt the river.
+Not with Uncle Al on it and Pigtail,
+and all those people in New Orleans who
+would disappear right off the streets. They
+were frogs too, maybe, but good frogs. Not
+like the Harmon brothers.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy had a funny picture of himself
+much younger than he was. Jimmy saw himself
+as a great husky baby, standing in the
+middle of the river and blowing on it with
+all his might. The waves rose and rose, and
+Jimmy's cheeks swelled out and the river
+kept getting angrier.</p>
+
+<p>No&mdash;he must fight that.</p>
+
+<p>"Save Uncle Al!" he whispered fiercely.
+"Just save him&mdash;and Pigtail!"</p>
+
+<p>It began to happen the instant Jimmy
+opened his eyes. Around the bend in the
+sunlight came a great spinning disk,
+wrapped in a fiery glow.</p>
+
+<p>Straight toward the Harmon shantyboat
+the disk swept, water spurting up all about
+it, its bottom fifty feet wide. There was no
+collision. Only a brightness for one awful
+instant where the shantyboat was twisting
+and turning in the current, a brightness that
+outshone the rising sun.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenumber"><a name="p33">p.&nbsp;33</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Just like a camera flashbulb going off,
+but bigger, brighter. So big and bright that
+Jimmy could see the faces of the Harmon
+brothers fifty times as large as life, shriveling
+and disappearing in a magnifying burst
+of flame high above the cypress trees. Just
+as though a giant in the sky had trained a
+big burning glass on the Harmon brothers
+and whipped it back quick.</p>
+
+<p>Whipped it straight up, so that the faces
+would grow huge before dissolving as a
+warning to all snakes. There was an evil
+anguish in the dissolving faces which made
+Jimmy's blood run cold. Then the disk was
+alone in the middle of the river, spinning
+around and around, the shantyboat swallowed
+up.</p>
+
+<p>And Uncle Al was still swimming, fearfully
+close to it.</p>
+
+<p>The net came swirling out of the disk
+over Uncle Al like a great, dew-drenched
+gossamer web. It enmeshed him as he swam,
+so gently that he hardly seemed to struggle
+or even to be aware of what was happening
+to him.</p>
+
+<p>Pigtail didn't resist, either. She simply
+stopped thrashing in Uncle Al's arms, as
+though a great wonder had come upon her.</p>
+
+<p>Slowly Uncle Al and Pigtail were drawn
+into the disk. Jimmy could see Uncle Al
+reclining in the web, with Pigtail in the
+crook of his arm, his long, angular body as
+quiet as a butterfly in its deep winter sleep
+inside a swaying glass cocoon.</p>
+
+<p>Uncle Al and Pigtail, being drawn together
+into the disk as Jimmy stared, a dull
+pounding in his chest. After a moment the
+pounding subsided and a silence settled
+down over the river.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy sucked in his breath. The voices
+began quietly, as though they had been
+waiting for a long time to speak to Jimmy
+deep inside his head, and didn't want to
+frighten him in any way.</p>
+
+<p>"Take it easy, Jimmy! Stay where you
+are. We're just going to have a friendly
+little talk with Uncle Al."</p>
+
+<p>"A t-talk?" Jimmy heard himself stammering.</p>
+
+<p>"We knew we'd find you where life flows
+<span class="pagenumber"><a name="p34">p.&nbsp;34</a></span>
+simply and serenely, Jimmy. Your parents
+took care of that before they left you with
+Uncle Al.</p>
+
+<p>"You see, Jimmy, we wanted you to study
+the Earth people on a great, wide flowing
+river, far from the cruel, twisted places. To
+grow up with them, Jimmy&mdash;and to understand
+them. Especially the Uncle Als. For
+Uncle Al is unspoiled, Jimmy. If there's
+any hope at all for Earth as we guide and
+watch it, that hope burns most brightly in
+the Uncle Als!"</p>
+
+<p>The voice paused, then went on quickly.
+"You see, Jimmy, you're not human in the
+same way that your sister is human&mdash;or
+Uncle Al. But you're still young enough
+to feel human, and we want you to feel
+human, Jimmy."</p>
+
+<p>"W&mdash;Who are you?" Jimmy gasped.</p>
+
+<p>"We are the Shining Ones, Jimmy! For
+wide wastes of years we have cruised
+Earth's skies, almost unnoticed by the
+Earth people. When darkness wraps the
+Earth in a great, spinning shroud we hide
+our ships close to the cities, and glide
+through the silent streets in search of our
+young. You see, Jimmy, we must watch
+and protect the young of our race until
+sturdiness comes upon them, and they are
+ready for the Great Change."</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p>For an instant there was a strange, humming
+sound deep inside Jimmy's head,
+like the drowsy murmur of bees in a dew-drenched
+clover patch. Then the voice
+droned on. "The Earth people are frightened
+by our ships now, for their cruel wars
+have put a great fear of death in their
+hearts. They watch the skies with sharper
+eyes, and their minds have groped closer to
+the truth.</p>
+
+<p>"To the Earth people our ships are no
+longer the fireballs of mysterious legend,
+haunted will-o'-the-wisps, marsh flickerings
+and the even more illusive distortions of
+the sick in mind. It is a long bold step from
+fireballs to flying saucers, Jimmy. A day
+will come when the Earth people will be
+wise enough to put aside fear. Then we
+can show ourselves to them as we really
+are, and help them openly."</p>
+
+<p>The voice seemed to take more complete
+possession of Jimmy's thoughts then, growing
+louder and more eager, echoing through
+his mind with the persuasiveness of muted
+chimes.</p>
+
+<p>"Jimmy, close your eyes tight. We're
+going to take you across wide gulfs of space
+to the bright and shining land of your
+birth."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy obeyed.</p>
+
+<p>It was a city, and yet it wasn't like New
+York or Chicago or any of the other cities
+Jimmy had seen illustrations of in the
+newspapers and picture magazines.</p>
+
+<p>The buildings were white and domed and
+shining, and they seemed to tower straight
+up into the sky. There were streets, too,
+weaving in and out between the domes like
+rainbow-colored spider webs in a forest of
+mushrooms.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p>There were no people in the city, but
+down the aerial streets shining objects
+swirled with the swift easy gliding of flat
+stones skimming an edge of running water.</p>
+
+<p>Then as Jimmy stared into the depths of
+the strange glow behind his eyelids the city
+dwindled and fell away, and he saw a huge
+circular disk looming in a wilderness of
+shadows. Straight toward the disk a shining
+object moved, bearing aloft on filaments of
+flame a much smaller object that struggled
+and mewed and reached out little white
+arms.</p>
+
+<p>Closer and closer the shining object came,
+until Jimmy could see that it was carrying
+a human infant that stared straight at
+Jimmy out of wide, dark eyes. But before
+he could get a really good look at the shining
+object it pierced the shadows and
+passed into the disk.</p>
+
+<p>There was a sudden, blinding burst of
+light, and the disk was gone.</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy opened his eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"You were once like that baby, Jimmy!"
+the voice said. "You were carried by your
+parents into a waiting ship, and then out
+across wide gulfs of space to Earth.</p>
+
+<p>"You see, Jimmy, our race was once entirely
+human. But as we grew to maturity
+we left the warm little worlds where our
+<span class="pagenumber"><a name="p35">p.&nbsp;35</a></span>
+infancy was spent, and boldly sought the
+stars, shedding our humanness as sunlight
+sheds the dew, or a bright, soaring moth of
+the night its ugly pupa case.</p>
+
+<p>"We grew great and wise, Jimmy, but
+not quite wise enough to shed our human
+heritage of love and joy and heartbreak.
+In our childhood we must return to the
+scenes of our past, to take root again in
+familiar soil, to grow in power and wisdom
+slowly and sturdily, like a seed dropped
+back into the loam which nourished the
+great flowering mother plant.</p>
+
+<p>"Or like the eel of Earth's seas, Jimmy,
+that must be spawned in the depths of the
+great cold ocean, and swim slowly back to
+the bright highlands and the shining rivers
+of Earth. Young eels do not resemble their
+parents, Jimmy. They're white and thin and
+transparent and have to struggle hard to
+survive and grow up.</p>
+
+<p>"Jimmy, you were planted here by your
+parents to grow wise and strong. Deep in
+your mind you knew that we had come to
+seek you out, for we are all born human,
+and are bound one to another by that knowledge,
+and that secret trust.</p>
+
+<p>"You knew that we would watch over
+you and see that no harm would come to
+you. You called out to us, Jimmy, with all
+the strength of your mind and heart. Your
+Uncle Al was in danger and you sensed our
+nearness.</p>
+
+<p>"It was partly your knowledge that saved
+him, Jimmy. But it took courage too, and
+a willingness to believe that you were more
+than human, and armed with the great
+proud strength and wisdom of the Shining
+Ones."</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p>The voice grew suddenly gentle, like a
+caressing wind.</p>
+
+<p>"You're not old enough yet to go home,
+Jimmy! Or wise enough. We'll take you
+home when the time comes. Now we just
+want to have a talk with Uncle Al, to find
+out how you're getting along."</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy looked down into the river and
+then up into the sky. Deep down under
+the dark, swirling water he could see life
+taking shape in a thousand forms. Caddis
+flies building bright, shining new nests, and
+dragonfly nymphs crawling up toward the
+sunlight, and pollywogs growing sturdy
+hindlimbs to conquer the land.</p>
+
+<p>But there were cottonmouths down there
+too, with death behind their fangs, and no
+love for the life that was crawling upward.
+When Jimmy looked up into the sky he
+could see all the blazing stars of space, with
+cottonmouths on every planet of every sun.</p>
+
+<p>Uncle Al was like a bright caddis fly
+building a fine new nest, thatched with
+kindness, denying himself bright little
+Mardi Gras pleasures so that Jimmy could
+go to school and grow wiser than Uncle
+Al.</p>
+
+<p>"That's right, Jimmy. You're growing
+up&mdash;we can see that! Uncle Al says he told
+you to bide from the cottonmouths. But
+you were ready to give your life for your
+sister and Uncle Al."</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenumber"><a name="p36">p.&nbsp;36</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Shucks, it was nothing!" Jimmy heard
+himself protesting.</p>
+
+<p>"Uncle Al doesn't think so. And neither
+do we!"</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p>A long silence while the river mists
+seemed to weave a bright cocoon of
+radiance about Jimmy clinging to the bank,
+and the great circular disk that had swallowed
+up Uncle Al.</p>
+
+<p>Then the voices began again. "No reason
+why Uncle Al shouldn't have a little
+fun out of life, Jimmy. Gold's easy to make
+and we'll make some right now. A big
+lump of gold in Uncle Al's hand won't
+hurt him in any way."</p>
+
+<p>"Whenever he gets any spending money
+he gives it away!" Jimmy gulped.</p>
+
+<p>"I know, Jimmy. But he'll listen to you.
+Tell him you want to go to New Orleans,
+too!"</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy looked up quickly then. In his
+heart was something of the wonder he'd
+felt when he'd seen his first riverboat and
+waited for he knew not what. Something of
+the wonder that must have come to men
+seeking magic in the sky, the rainmakers
+of ancient tribes and of days long vanished.</p>
+
+<p>Only to Jimmy the wonder came now
+with a white burst of remembrance and
+recognition.</p>
+
+<p>It was as though he could sense something
+of himself in the two towering
+spheres that rose straight up out of the
+water behind the disk. Still and white and
+beautiful they were, like bubbles floating
+on a rainbow sea with all the stars of space
+behind them.</p>
+
+<p>Staring at them, Jimmy saw himself as
+he would be, and knew himself for what
+he was. It was not a glory to be long endured.</p>
+
+<p>"Now you must forget again, Jimmy!
+Forget as Uncle Al will forget&mdash;until we
+come for you. Be a little shantyboat boy!
+You are safe on the wide bosom of the
+Father of Waters. Your parents planted
+you in a rich and kindly loam, and in all
+the finite universes you will find no cosier
+nook, for life flows here with a diversity
+that is infinite and&mdash;<i>Pigtail</i>! She gets on
+your nerves at times, doesn't she, Jimmy?"</p>
+
+<p>"She sure does," Jimmy admitted.</p>
+
+<p>"Be patient with her, Jimmy. She's the
+only human sister you'll ever have on
+Earth."</p>
+
+<p>"I&mdash;I'll try!" Jimmy muttered.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p>Uncle Al and Pigtail came out of the
+disk in an amazingly simple way. They
+just seemed to float out, in the glimmering
+web. Then, suddenly, there wasn't any disk
+on the river at all&mdash;just a dull flickering
+where the sky had opened like a great,
+blazing furnace to swallow it up.</p>
+
+<p>"I was just swimmin' along with Pigtail,
+not worryin' too much, 'cause there's no
+sense in worryin' when death is starin' you
+in the face," Uncle Al muttered, a few
+minutes later.</p>
+
+<p>Uncle Al sat on the riverbank beside
+Jimmy, staring down at his palm, his vision
+misted a little by a furious blinking.</p>
+
+<p>"It's gold, Uncle Al!" Pigtail shrilled.
+"A big lump of solid gold&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"I just felt my hand get heavy and there
+it was, young fella, nestling there in my
+palm!"</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy didn't seem to be able to say anything.</p>
+
+<p>"High school books don't cost no more
+than grammar school books, young fella,"
+Uncle Al said, his face a sudden shining.
+"Next winter you'll be a-goin' to high
+school, sure as I'm a-sittin' here!"</p>
+
+<p>For a moment the sunlight seemed to
+blaze so brightly about Uncle Al that Jimmy
+couldn't even see the holes in his socks.</p>
+
+<p>Then Uncle Al made a wry face. "Someday,
+young fella, when your books are all
+paid for, I'm gonna buy myself a brand
+new store suit, and hie myself off to the
+Mardi Gras. Ain't too old thataway to git
+a little fun out of life, young fella!"</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Mississippi Saucer, by Frank Belknap Long
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+almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
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+Title: The Mississippi Saucer
+
+Author: Frank Belknap Long
+
+Release Date: November 20, 2007 [EBook #23568]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MISSISSIPPI SAUCER ***
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+Produced by Greg Weeks, Joel Schlosberg and the Online
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+[Transcriber's Note:
+This eBook was produced from _Weird Tales_, March 1951, pp. 26-36.
+Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright
+on this publication was renewed.]
+
+
+
+
+_Something of the wonder that must have come to men
+seeking magic in the sky in days long vanished._
+
+
+
+
+The Mississippi Saucer
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+*Heading by Jon Arfstrom*
+
+
+
+
+_By Frank Belknap Long_
+
+
+Jimmy watched the _Natchez Belle_ draw near, a shining eagerness in his
+stare. He stood on the deck of the shantyboat, 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 shantyboat 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 a 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. The puffed-out throat of the frog told the
+captains exactly what Jimmy thought of their cheek.
+
+Jimmy refrained from making faces, or sticking out his tongue at the
+grinning roustabouts. It was the frog that did the trick.
+
+In the still dawn things came sailing Jimmy's way, hurled by captains
+with a twinkle of repressed merriment dancing in eyes that were kindlier
+and more tolerant than Jimmy dreamed.
+
+Just because shantyboat folk had no right to insult the riverboats Jimmy
+had collected forty empty tobacco tins, a down-at-heels shoe, a Sears
+Roebuck catalogue and--more rolled up newspapers than Jimmy could ever
+read.
+
+Jimmy could read, of course. No matter how badly Uncle Al needed a new
+pair of shoes, Jimmy's education came first. So Jimmy had spent six
+winters ashore in a first-class grammar school, his books paid for out
+of Uncle Al's "New Orleans" money.
+
+Uncle Al, blowing on a vinegar jug and making sweet music, the holes in
+his socks much bigger than the holes in Jimmy's socks. Uncle Al shaking
+his head and saying sadly, "Some day, young fella, I ain't gonna sit
+here harmonizing. No siree! I'm gonna buy myself a brand new store suit,
+trade in this here jig jug for a big round banjo, and hie myself off to
+the Mardi Gras. Ain't too old thataway to git a little fun out of life,
+young fella!"
+
+Poor old Uncle Al. The money he'd saved up for the Mardi Gras never
+seemed to stretch far enough. There was enough kindness in him to
+stretch like a rainbow over the bayous and the river forests of sweet,
+rustling pine for as far as the eye could see. Enough kindness to wrap
+all of Jimmy's life in a glow, and the life of Jimmy's sister as well.
+
+Jimmy's parents had died of winter pneumonia too soon to appreciate
+Uncle Al. But up and down the river everyone knew that Uncle Al was a
+great man.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+Enemies? Well, sure, all great men made enemies, didn't they?
+
+The Harmon brothers were downright sinful about carrying their feuding
+meanness right up to the doorstep of Uncle Al, if it could be said that
+a man living in a shantyboat had a doorstep.
+
+Uncle Al made big catches and the Harmon brothers never seemed to have
+any luck. So, long before Jimmy was old enough to understand how
+corrosive envy could be the Harmon brothers had started feuding with
+Uncle Al.
+
+"Jimmy, here comes the _Natchez Belle_! Uncle Al says for you to get him
+a newspaper. The newspaper you got him yesterday he couldn't read
+no-ways. It was soaking wet!"
+
+Jimmy turned to glower at his sister. Up and down the river Pigtail Anne
+was known as a tomboy, but she wasn't--no-ways. She was Jimmy's little
+sister. That meant Jimmy was the man in the family, and wore the pants,
+and nothing Pigtail said or did could change that for one minute.
+
+"Don't yell at me!" Jimmy complained. "How can I get Captain Simmons mad
+if you get me mad first? Have a heart, will you?"
+
+But Pigtail Anne refused to budge. Even when the _Natchez Belle_ loomed
+so close to the shantyboat that it blotted out the sky she continued to
+crowd her brother, preventing him from holding up the frog and making
+Captain Simmons squirm.
+
+But Jimmy got the newspaper anyway. Captain Simmons had a keen insight
+into tomboy psychology, and from the bridge of the _Natchez Belle_ he
+could see that Pigtail was making life miserable for Jimmy.
+
+True--Jimmy had no respect for packet boats and deserved a good
+trouncing. But what a scrapper the lad was! Never let it be said that in
+a struggle between the sexes the men of the river did not stand shoulder
+to shoulder.
+
+The paper came sailing over the shining brown water like a white-bellied
+buffalo cat shot from a sling.
+
+Pigtail grabbed it before Jimmy could give her a shove. Calmly she
+unwrapped it, her chin tilted in bellicose defiance.
+
+As the _Natchez Belle_ dwindled around a lazy, cypress-shadowed bend
+Pigtail Anne became a superior being, wrapped in a cosmopolitan aura. A
+wide-eyed little girl on a swaying deck, the great outside world rushing
+straight toward her from all directions.
+
+Pigtail could take that world in her stride. She liked the fashion page
+best, but she was not above clicking her tongue at everything in the
+paper.
+
+"Kidnap plot linked to airliner crash killing fifty," she read. "Red Sox
+blank Yanks! Congress sits today, vowing vengeance! Million dollar
+heiress elopes with a clerk! Court lets dog pick owner! Girl of eight
+kills her brother in accidental shooting!"
+
+"I ought to push your face right down in the mud," Jimmy muttered.
+
+"Don't you dare! I've a right to see what's going on in the world!"
+
+"You said the paper was for Uncle Al!"
+
+"It is--when I get finished with it."
+
+Jimmy started to take hold of his sister's wrist and pry the paper from
+her clasp. Only started--for as Pigtail wriggled back sunlight fell on a
+shadowed part of the paper which drew Jimmy's gaze as sunlight draws
+dew.
+
+_Exciting_ wasn't the word for the headline. It seemed to blaze out of
+the page at Jimmy as he stared, his chin nudging Pigtail's shoulder.
+
+
+ NEW FLYING MONSTER REPORTED
+ BLAZING GULF STATE SKIES
+
+
+Jimmy snatched the paper and backed away from Pigtail, his eyes glued to
+the headline.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+He was kind to his sister, however. He read the news item aloud, if an
+account so startling could be called an item. To Jimmy it seemed more
+like a dazzling burst of light in the sky.
+
+"A New Orleans resident reported today that he saw a big bright object
+'roundish like a disk' flying north, against the wind. 'It was all
+lighted up from inside!' the observer stated. 'As far as I could tell
+there were no signs of life aboard the thing. It was much bigger than
+any of the flying saucers previously reported!'"
+
+"People keep seeing them!" Jimmy muttered, after a pause. "Nobody knows
+where they come from! Saucers flying through the sky, high up at night.
+In the daytime, too! Maybe we're being _watched_, Pigtail!"
+
+"Watched? Jimmy, what do you mean? What you talking about?"
+
+Jimmy stared at his sister, the paper jiggling in his clasp. "It's way
+over your head, Pigtail!" he said sympathetically. "I'll prove it!
+What's a planet?"
+
+"A star in the sky, you dope!" Pigtail almost screamed. "Wait'll Uncle
+Al hears what a meanie you are. If I wasn't your sister you wouldn't
+dare grab a paper that doesn't belong to you."
+
+Jimmy refused to be enraged. "A planet's not a star, Pigtail," he said
+patiently. "A star's a big ball of fire like the sun. A planet is small
+and cool, like the Earth. Some of the planets may even have people on
+them. Not people like us, but people all the same. Maybe we're just
+frogs to them!"
+
+"You're crazy, Jimmy! Crazy, crazy, you hear?"
+
+Jimmy started to reply, then shut his mouth tight. Big waves were
+nothing new in the wake of steamboats, but the shantyboat wasn't just
+riding a swell. It was swaying and rocking like a floating barrel in the
+kind of blow Shantyboaters dreaded worse than the thought of dying.
+
+Jimmy knew that a big blow could come up fast. Straight down from the
+sky in gusts, from all directions, banging against the boat like a
+drunken roustabout, slamming doors, tearing away mooring planks.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+The river could rise fast too. Under the lashing of a hurricane blowing
+up from the gulf the river could lift a shantyboat right out of the
+water, and smash it to smithereens against a tree.
+
+But now the blow was coming from just one part of the sky. A funnel of
+wind was churning the river into a white froth and raising big swells
+directly offshore. But the river wasn't rising and the sun was shining
+in a clear sky.
+
+Jimmy knew a dangerous floodwater storm when he saw one. The sky had to
+be dark with rain, and you had to feel scared, in fear of drowning.
+
+Jimmy was scared, all right. That part of it rang true. But a hollow,
+sick feeling in his chest couldn't mean anything by itself, he told
+himself fiercely.
+
+Pigtail Anne saw the disk before Jimmy did. She screamed and pointed
+skyward, her twin braids standing straight out in the wind like the
+ropes on a bale of cotton, when smokestacks collapse and a savage
+howling sends the river ghosts scurrying for cover.
+
+Straight down out of the sky the disk swooped, a huge, spinning shape
+as flat as a buckwheat cake swimming in a golden haze of butterfat.
+
+But the disk didn't remind Jimmy of a buckwheat cake. It made him think
+instead of a slowly turning wheel in the pilot house of a rotting old
+riverboat, a big, ghostly wheel manned by a steersman a century dead,
+his eye sockets filled with flickering swamp lights.
+
+It made Jimmy want to run and hide. Almost it made him want to cling to
+his sister, content to let her wear the pants if only he could be spared
+the horror.
+
+For there was something so chilling about the downsweeping disk that
+Jimmy's heart began leaping like a vinegar jug bobbing about in the wake
+of a capsizing fishboat.
+
+Lower and lower the disk swept, trailing plumes of white smoke, lashing
+the water with a fearful blow. Straight down over the cypress wilderness
+that fringed the opposite bank, and then out across the river with a
+long-drawn whistling sound, louder than the air-sucking death gasps of a
+thousand buffalo cats.
+
+Jimmy didn't see the disk strike the shining broad shoulders of the
+Father of Waters, for the bend around which the _Natchez Belle_ had
+steamed so proudly hid the sky monster from view. But Jimmy did see the
+waterspout, spiraling skyward like the atom bomb explosion he'd goggled
+at in the pages of an old _Life_ magazine, all smudged now with oily
+thumbprints.
+
+Just a roaring for an instant--and a big white mushroom shooting
+straight up into the sky. Then, slowly, the mushroom decayed and fell
+back, and an awful stillness settled down over the river.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+The stillness was broken by a shrill cry from Pigtail Anne. "It was a
+flying saucer! Jimmy, we've seen one! We've seen one! We've--"
+
+"Shut your mouth, Pigtail!"
+
+Jimmy shaded his eyes and stared out across the river, his chest a
+throbbing ache.
+
+He was still staring when a door creaked behind him.
+
+Jimmy trembled. A tingling fear went through him, for he found it hard
+to realize that the disk had swept around the bend out of sight. To his
+overheated imagination it continued to fill all of the sky above him,
+overshadowing the shantyboat, making every sound a threat.
+
+Sucking the still air deep into his lungs, Jimmy swung about.
+
+Uncle Al was standing on the deck in a little pool of sunlight, his
+gaunt, hollow-cheeked face set in harsh lines. Uncle Al was shading his
+eyes too. But he was staring up the river, not down.
+
+"Trouble, young fella," he grunted. "Sure as I'm a-standin' here. A
+barrelful o' trouble--headin' straight for us!"
+
+Jimmy gulped and gestured wildly toward the bend. "It came down _over
+there_, Uncle Al!" he got out. "Pigtail saw it, too! A big, flying--"
+
+"The Harmons are a-comin', young fella," Uncle Al drawled, silencing
+Jimmy with a wave of his hand. "Yesterday I rowed over a Harmon jug line
+without meanin' to. Now Jed Harmon's tellin' everybody I stole his
+fish!"
+
+Very calmly Uncle Al cut himself a slice of the strongest tobacco on the
+river and packed it carefully in his pipe, wadding it down with his
+thumb.
+
+He started to put the pipe between his teeth, then thought better of it.
+
+"I can bone-feel the Harmon boat a-comin', young fella," he said, using
+the pipe to gesture with. "Smooth and quiet over the river like a
+moccasin snake."
+
+Jimmy turned pale. He forgot about the disk and the mushrooming water
+spout. When he shut his eyes he saw only a red haze overhanging the
+river, and a shantyboat nosing out of the cypresses, its windows
+spitting death.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+Jimmy knew that the Harmons had waited a long time for an excuse. The
+Harmons were law-respecting river rats with sharp teeth. Feuding wasn't
+lawful, but murder could be made lawful by whittling down a lie until it
+looked as sharp as the truth.
+
+The Harmon brothers would do their whittling down with double-barreled
+shotguns. It was easy enough to make murder look like a lawful crime if
+you could point to a body covered by a blanket and say, "We caught him
+stealing our fish! He was a-goin' to kill us--so we got him first."
+
+No one would think of lifting the blanket and asking Uncle Al about it.
+A man lying stiff and still under a blanket could no more make himself
+heard than a river cat frozen in the ice.
+
+"Git inside, young 'uns. _Here they come!_"
+
+Jimmy's heart skipped a beat. Down the river in the sunlight a
+shantyboat was drifting. Jimmy could see the Harmon brothers crouching
+on the deck, their faces livid with hate, sunlight glinting on their
+arm-cradled shotguns.
+
+The Harmon brothers were not in the least alike. Jed Harmon was tall and
+gaunt, his right cheek puckered by a knife scar, his cruel, thin-lipped
+mouth snagged by his teeth. Joe Harmon was small and stout, a little
+round man with bushy eyebrows and the flabby face of a cottonmouth
+snake.
+
+"Go inside, Pigtail," Jimmy said, calmly. "I'm a-going to stay and
+fight!"
+
+ * * * * *
+
+Uncle Al grabbed Jimmy's arm and swung him around. "You heard what I
+said, young fella. Now git!"
+
+"I want to stay here and fight with you, Uncle Al," Jimmy said.
+
+"Have you got a gun? Do you want to be blown apart, young fella?"
+
+"I'm not scared, Uncle Al," Jimmy pleaded. "You might get wounded. I
+know how to shoot straight, Uncle Al. If you get hurt I'll go right on
+fighting!"
+
+"No you won't, young fella! Take Pigtail inside. You hear me? You want
+me to take you across my knee and beat the livin' stuffings out of you?"
+
+Silence.
+
+Deep in his uncle's face Jimmy saw an anger he couldn't buck. Grabbing
+Pigtail Anne by the arm, he propelled her across the deck and into the
+dismal front room of the shantyboat.
+
+The instant he released her she glared at him and stamped her foot. "If
+Uncle Al gets shot it'll be your fault," she said cruelly. Then
+Pigtail's anger really flared up.
+
+"The Harmons wouldn't dare shoot us 'cause we're children!"
+
+For an instant brief as a dropped heartbeat Jimmy stared at his sister
+with unconcealed admiration.
+
+"You can be right smart when you've got nothing else on your mind,
+Pigtail," he said. "If they kill me they'll hang sure as shooting!"
+
+Jimmy was out in the sunlight again before Pigtail could make a grab for
+him.
+
+Out on the deck and running along the deck toward Uncle Al. He was still
+running when the first blast came.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+It didn't sound like a shotgun blast. The deck shook and a big swirl of
+smoke floated straight toward Jimmy, half blinding him and blotting
+Uncle Al from view.
+
+When the smoke cleared Jimmy could see the Harmon shantyboat. It was
+less than thirty feet away now, drifting straight past and rocking with
+the tide like a topheavy flatbarge.
+
+On the deck Jed Harmon was crouching down, his gaunt face split in a
+triumphant smirk. Beside him Joe Harmon stood quivering like a mound of
+jelly, a stick of dynamite in his hand, his flabby face looking almost
+gentle in the slanting sunlight.
+
+There was a little square box at Jed Harmon's feet. As Joe pitched Jed
+reached into the box for another dynamite stick. Jed was passing the
+sticks along to his brother, depending on wad dynamite to silence Uncle
+Al forever.
+
+Wildly Jimmy told himself that the guns had been just a trick to mix
+Uncle Al up, and keep him from shooting until they had him where they
+wanted him.
+
+Uncle Al was shooting now, his face as grim as death. His big heavy gun
+was leaping about like mad, almost hurling him to the deck.
+
+Jimmy saw the second dynamite stick spinning through the air, but he
+never saw it come down. All he could see was the smoke and the
+shantyboat rocking, and another terrible splintering crash as he went
+plunging into the river from the end of a rising plank, a sob strangling
+in his throat.
+
+Jimmy struggled up from the river with the long leg-thrusts of a
+terrified bullfrog, his head a throbbing ache. As he swam shoreward he
+could see the cypresses on the opposite bank, dark against the sun, and
+something that looked like the roof of a house with water washing over
+it.
+
+Then, with mud sucking at his heels, Jimmy was clinging to a slippery
+bank and staring out across the river, shading his eyes against the
+glare.
+
+Jimmy thought, "I'm dreaming! I'll wake up and see Uncle Joe blowing on
+a vinegar jug. I'll see Pigtail, too. Uncle Al will be sitting on the
+deck, taking it easy!"
+
+But Uncle Al wasn't sitting on the deck. There was no deck for Uncle Al
+to sit upon. Just the top of the shantyboat, sinking lower and lower,
+and Uncle Al swimming.
+
+Uncle Al had his arm around Pigtail, and Jimmy could see Pigtail's white
+face bobbing up and down as Uncle Al breasted the tide with his strong
+right arm.
+
+Closer to the bend was the Harmon shantyboat. The Harmons were using
+their shotguns now, blasting fiercely away at Uncle Al and Pigtail.
+Jimmy could see the smoke curling up from the leaping guns and the water
+jumping up and down in little spurts all about Uncle Al.
+
+There was an awful hollow agony in Jimmy's chest as he stared, a fear
+that was partly a soundless screaming and partly a vision of Uncle Al
+sinking down through the dark water and turning it red.
+
+It was strange, though. Something was happening to Jimmy, nibbling away
+at the outer edges of the fear like a big, hungry river cat. Making the
+fear seem less swollen and awful, shredding it away in little flakes.
+
+There was a white core of anger in Jimmy which seemed suddenly to blaze
+up.
+
+He shut his eyes tight.
+
+In his mind's gaze Jimmy saw himself holding the Harmon brothers up by
+their long, mottled legs. The Harmon brothers were frogs. Not friendly,
+good natured frogs like Uncle Al, but snake frogs. Cottonmouth frogs.
+
+All flannel red were their mouths, and they had long evil fangs which
+dripped poison in the sunlight. But Jimmy wasn't afraid of them no-ways.
+Not any more. He had too firm a grip on their legs.
+
+"Don't let anything happen to Uncle Al and Pigtail!" Jimmy whispered, as
+though he were talking to himself. No--not exactly to himself. To
+someone like himself, only larger. Very close to Jimmy, but larger, more
+powerful.
+
+"Catch them before they harm Uncle Al! Hurry! _Hurry!_"
+
+There was a strange lifting sensation in Jimmy's chest now. As though he
+could shake the river if he tried hard enough, tilt it, send it swirling
+in great thunderous white surges clear down to Lake Pontchartrain.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+But Jimmy didn't want to tilt the river. Not with Uncle Al on it and
+Pigtail, and all those people in New Orleans who would disappear right
+off the streets. They were frogs too, maybe, but good frogs. Not like
+the Harmon brothers.
+
+Jimmy had a funny picture of himself much younger than he was. Jimmy saw
+himself as a great husky baby, standing in the middle of the river and
+blowing on it with all his might. The waves rose and rose, and Jimmy's
+cheeks swelled out and the river kept getting angrier.
+
+No--he must fight that.
+
+"Save Uncle Al!" he whispered fiercely. "Just save him--and Pigtail!"
+
+It began to happen the instant Jimmy opened his eyes. Around the bend in
+the sunlight came a great spinning disk, wrapped in a fiery glow.
+
+Straight toward the Harmon shantyboat the disk swept, water spurting up
+all about it, its bottom fifty feet wide. There was no collision. Only a
+brightness for one awful instant where the shantyboat was twisting and
+turning in the current, a brightness that outshone the rising sun.
+
+Just like a camera flashbulb going off, but bigger, brighter. So big and
+bright that Jimmy could see the faces of the Harmon brothers fifty times
+as large as life, shriveling and disappearing in a magnifying burst of
+flame high above the cypress trees. Just as though a giant in the sky
+had trained a big burning glass on the Harmon brothers and whipped it
+back quick.
+
+Whipped it straight up, so that the faces would grow huge before
+dissolving as a warning to all snakes. There was an evil anguish in the
+dissolving faces which made Jimmy's blood run cold. Then the disk was
+alone in the middle of the river, spinning around and around, the
+shantyboat swallowed up.
+
+And Uncle Al was still swimming, fearfully close to it.
+
+The net came swirling out of the disk over Uncle Al like a great,
+dew-drenched gossamer web. It enmeshed him as he swam, so gently that he
+hardly seemed to struggle or even to be aware of what was happening to
+him.
+
+Pigtail didn't resist, either. She simply stopped thrashing in Uncle
+Al's arms, as though a great wonder had come upon her.
+
+Slowly Uncle Al and Pigtail were drawn into the disk. Jimmy could see
+Uncle Al reclining in the web, with Pigtail in the crook of his arm, his
+long, angular body as quiet as a butterfly in its deep winter sleep
+inside a swaying glass cocoon.
+
+Uncle Al and Pigtail, being drawn together into the disk as Jimmy
+stared, a dull pounding in his chest. After a moment the pounding
+subsided and a silence settled down over the river.
+
+Jimmy sucked in his breath. The voices began quietly, as though they had
+been waiting for a long time to speak to Jimmy deep inside his head, and
+didn't want to frighten him in any way.
+
+"Take it easy, Jimmy! Stay where you are. We're just going to have a
+friendly little talk with Uncle Al."
+
+"A t-talk?" Jimmy heard himself stammering.
+
+"We knew we'd find you where life flows simply and serenely, Jimmy.
+Your parents took care of that before they left you with Uncle Al.
+
+"You see, Jimmy, we wanted you to study the Earth people on a great,
+wide flowing river, far from the cruel, twisted places. To grow up with
+them, Jimmy--and to understand them. Especially the Uncle Als. For Uncle
+Al is unspoiled, Jimmy. If there's any hope at all for Earth as we guide
+and watch it, that hope burns most brightly in the Uncle Als!"
+
+The voice paused, then went on quickly. "You see, Jimmy, you're not
+human in the same way that your sister is human--or Uncle Al. But you're
+still young enough to feel human, and we want you to feel human, Jimmy."
+
+"W--Who are you?" Jimmy gasped.
+
+"We are the Shining Ones, Jimmy! For wide wastes of years we have
+cruised Earth's skies, almost unnoticed by the Earth people. When
+darkness wraps the Earth in a great, spinning shroud we hide our ships
+close to the cities, and glide through the silent streets in search of
+our young. You see, Jimmy, we must watch and protect the young of our
+race until sturdiness comes upon them, and they are ready for the Great
+Change."
+
+ * * * * *
+
+For an instant there was a strange, humming sound deep inside Jimmy's
+head, like the drowsy murmur of bees in a dew-drenched clover patch.
+Then the voice droned on. "The Earth people are frightened by our ships
+now, for their cruel wars have put a great fear of death in their
+hearts. They watch the skies with sharper eyes, and their minds have
+groped closer to the truth.
+
+"To the Earth people our ships are no longer the fireballs of mysterious
+legend, haunted will-o'-the-wisps, marsh flickerings and the even more
+illusive distortions of the sick in mind. It is a long bold step from
+fireballs to flying saucers, Jimmy. A day will come when the Earth
+people will be wise enough to put aside fear. Then we can show ourselves
+to them as we really are, and help them openly."
+
+The voice seemed to take more complete possession of Jimmy's thoughts
+then, growing louder and more eager, echoing through his mind with the
+persuasiveness of muted chimes.
+
+"Jimmy, close your eyes tight. We're going to take you across wide gulfs
+of space to the bright and shining land of your birth."
+
+Jimmy obeyed.
+
+It was a city, and yet it wasn't like New York or Chicago or any of the
+other cities Jimmy had seen illustrations of in the newspapers and
+picture magazines.
+
+The buildings were white and domed and shining, and they seemed to tower
+straight up into the sky. There were streets, too, weaving in and out
+between the domes like rainbow-colored spider webs in a forest of
+mushrooms.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+There were no people in the city, but down the aerial streets shining
+objects swirled with the swift easy gliding of flat stones skimming an
+edge of running water.
+
+Then as Jimmy stared into the depths of the strange glow behind his
+eyelids the city dwindled and fell away, and he saw a huge circular disk
+looming in a wilderness of shadows. Straight toward the disk a shining
+object moved, bearing aloft on filaments of flame a much smaller object
+that struggled and mewed and reached out little white arms.
+
+Closer and closer the shining object came, until Jimmy could see that it
+was carrying a human infant that stared straight at Jimmy out of wide,
+dark eyes. But before he could get a really good look at the shining
+object it pierced the shadows and passed into the disk.
+
+There was a sudden, blinding burst of light, and the disk was gone.
+
+Jimmy opened his eyes.
+
+"You were once like that baby, Jimmy!" the voice said. "You were carried
+by your parents into a waiting ship, and then out across wide gulfs of
+space to Earth.
+
+"You see, Jimmy, our race was once entirely human. But as we grew to
+maturity we left the warm little worlds where our infancy was spent,
+and boldly sought the stars, shedding our humanness as sunlight sheds
+the dew, or a bright, soaring moth of the night its ugly pupa case.
+
+"We grew great and wise, Jimmy, but not quite wise enough to shed our
+human heritage of love and joy and heartbreak. In our childhood we must
+return to the scenes of our past, to take root again in familiar soil,
+to grow in power and wisdom slowly and sturdily, like a seed dropped
+back into the loam which nourished the great flowering mother plant.
+
+"Or like the eel of Earth's seas, Jimmy, that must be spawned in the
+depths of the great cold ocean, and swim slowly back to the bright
+highlands and the shining rivers of Earth. Young eels do not resemble
+their parents, Jimmy. They're white and thin and transparent and have to
+struggle hard to survive and grow up.
+
+"Jimmy, you were planted here by your parents to grow wise and strong.
+Deep in your mind you knew that we had come to seek you out, for we are
+all born human, and are bound one to another by that knowledge, and that
+secret trust.
+
+"You knew that we would watch over you and see that no harm would come
+to you. You called out to us, Jimmy, with all the strength of your mind
+and heart. Your Uncle Al was in danger and you sensed our nearness.
+
+"It was partly your knowledge that saved him, Jimmy. But it took courage
+too, and a willingness to believe that you were more than human, and
+armed with the great proud strength and wisdom of the Shining Ones."
+
+ * * * * *
+
+The voice grew suddenly gentle, like a caressing wind.
+
+"You're not old enough yet to go home, Jimmy! Or wise enough. We'll take
+you home when the time comes. Now we just want to have a talk with Uncle
+Al, to find out how you're getting along."
+
+Jimmy looked down into the river and then up into the sky. Deep down
+under the dark, swirling water he could see life taking shape in a
+thousand forms. Caddis flies building bright, shining new nests, and
+dragonfly nymphs crawling up toward the sunlight, and pollywogs growing
+sturdy hindlimbs to conquer the land.
+
+But there were cottonmouths down there too, with death behind their
+fangs, and no love for the life that was crawling upward. When Jimmy
+looked up into the sky he could see all the blazing stars of space, with
+cottonmouths on every planet of every sun.
+
+Uncle Al was like a bright caddis fly building a fine new nest, thatched
+with kindness, denying himself bright little Mardi Gras pleasures so
+that Jimmy could go to school and grow wiser than Uncle Al.
+
+"That's right, Jimmy. You're growing up--we can see that! Uncle Al says
+he told you to bide from the cottonmouths. But you were ready to give
+your life for your sister and Uncle Al."
+
+"Shucks, it was nothing!" Jimmy heard himself protesting.
+
+"Uncle Al doesn't think so. And neither do we!"
+
+ * * * * *
+
+A long silence while the river mists seemed to weave a bright cocoon of
+radiance about Jimmy clinging to the bank, and the great circular disk
+that had swallowed up Uncle Al.
+
+Then the voices began again. "No reason why Uncle Al shouldn't have a
+little fun out of life, Jimmy. Gold's easy to make and we'll make some
+right now. A big lump of gold in Uncle Al's hand won't hurt him in any
+way."
+
+"Whenever he gets any spending money he gives it away!" Jimmy gulped.
+
+"I know, Jimmy. But he'll listen to you. Tell him you want to go to New
+Orleans, too!"
+
+Jimmy looked up quickly then. In his heart was something of the wonder
+he'd felt when he'd seen his first riverboat and waited for he knew not
+what. Something of the wonder that must have come to men seeking magic
+in the sky, the rainmakers of ancient tribes and of days long vanished.
+
+Only to Jimmy the wonder came now with a white burst of remembrance and
+recognition.
+
+It was as though he could sense something of himself in the two towering
+spheres that rose straight up out of the water behind the disk. Still
+and white and beautiful they were, like bubbles floating on a rainbow
+sea with all the stars of space behind them.
+
+Staring at them, Jimmy saw himself as he would be, and knew himself for
+what he was. It was not a glory to be long endured.
+
+"Now you must forget again, Jimmy! Forget as Uncle Al will forget--until
+we come for you. Be a little shantyboat boy! You are safe on the wide
+bosom of the Father of Waters. Your parents planted you in a rich and
+kindly loam, and in all the finite universes you will find no cosier
+nook, for life flows here with a diversity that is infinite
+and--_Pigtail_! She gets on your nerves at times, doesn't she, Jimmy?"
+
+"She sure does," Jimmy admitted.
+
+"Be patient with her, Jimmy. She's the only human sister you'll ever
+have on Earth."
+
+"I--I'll try!" Jimmy muttered.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+Uncle Al and Pigtail came out of the disk in an amazingly simple way.
+They just seemed to float out, in the glimmering web. Then, suddenly,
+there wasn't any disk on the river at all--just a dull flickering where
+the sky had opened like a great, blazing furnace to swallow it up.
+
+"I was just swimmin' along with Pigtail, not worryin' too much, 'cause
+there's no sense in worryin' when death is starin' you in the face,"
+Uncle Al muttered, a few minutes later.
+
+Uncle Al sat on the riverbank beside Jimmy, staring down at his palm,
+his vision misted a little by a furious blinking.
+
+"It's gold, Uncle Al!" Pigtail shrilled. "A big lump of solid gold--"
+
+"I just felt my hand get heavy and there it was, young fella, nestling
+there in my palm!"
+
+Jimmy didn't seem to be able to say anything.
+
+"High school books don't cost no more than grammar school books, young
+fella," Uncle Al said, his face a sudden shining. "Next winter you'll be
+a-goin' to high school, sure as I'm a-sittin' here!"
+
+For a moment the sunlight seemed to blaze so brightly about Uncle Al
+that Jimmy couldn't even see the holes in his socks.
+
+Then Uncle Al made a wry face. "Someday, young fella, when your books
+are all paid for, I'm gonna buy myself a brand new store suit, and hie
+myself off to the Mardi Gras. Ain't too old thataway to git a little fun
+out of life, young fella!"
+
+ * * * * *
+
+Transcriber's Note: The following typographical errors in the original
+text have been corrected in this eBook:
+
+Page 31: "sunilght" changed to "sunlight"
+
+Page 32: "tie" changed to "tide"
+
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