noon
So , j' ine in wid me an ' help me sing Caneyan 's Happy Sho ' for Kumshy , pore Kumshy , who 's gwine to leabe us , neber to come no mo ' . It 'll do him good . '' So , joining their voices , they sung a simple hymn which , with a _ plaintive melody _ expressive of yearning , had for its burden the following words : O dat will be joyful , joyful , joyful , O dat will be joyful , to meet to part no more ; To meet to part no more , On Caneyan 's happy shore ; An ' dar we 'll meet at Jesus ' feet , An ' meet to part no more . At noon they reached the spot where , a fortnight before , Kumshakah brought down the eagle , which , stripped of its plumage and still bleeding , Burl had found on the trail a few hours after . Here a spring of clear , cool , sparkling water gurgled out from underneath a moss-grown rock in the hill-side , and here they halted . They quenched their thirst from the spring , then seating themselves on the moss-grown trunk of a fallen tree that lay near by , Burl and Kumshakah lighted their pipes and sat for many minutes smoking in thoughtful , even melancholy , silence . For , strange as it may seem , though neither had spoken a word intelligible to the other since the beginning of their acquaintance , a decided and cordial friendship had sprung up between the Fighting Nigger and his Indian captive , insomuch that they were now very loath to part .