_Something of the wonder that must have come to men seeking magic in the sky in days long vanished._ 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.…
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