Finally, as the sun was setting, we climbed up on the levee of the Mississippi and
saw a barge carrying its load to some faraway destination. Among the rush of the water
and the sound of the breeze blowing through the tall, lush grass, I swear I could almost hear
Paul Robeson's sonorous baritone singing:

Old Man River,
That Old Man River,
He must know something,
But he don't say nothing;
He just keeps rolling,
He keeps on rolling along.
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