Sometimes we’d have the whole river to ourselves for the longest time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and maybe a spark – which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on the water you could see a spark or two – on a raft or scow, you know, and maybe you could here a fiddle or a song coming over from of them crafts. It’s lovely to live on a raft.
– Mark Twain