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Chapter VII

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"Git up! what you 'bout!" ssssssssss

I opened my eyes and looked

around, trying to make out where I ssssssssss

was. It was after sun-up, and I had ssssssssss

been sound asleep. Pap was standing ssssssssss

over me, looking sour -- and sick, too. ssssssssss

He says -- ssssssssss

"What you doin' with this

gun?"

I judged he didn't know nothing

about what he had been doing, so I ssssssssss

says:

"Somebody tried to get in, so I

was laying for him." ssssssssss

"Why didn't you roust me out?"

"Well I tried to, but I couldn't;

I couldn't budge you." ssssssssss

"Well, all right. Don't stand there palavering all day, but out with

you and see if there's a fish on the lines for breakfast. I'll be along in

a minute." ssssssssss

He unlocked the door and I cleared out, up the river bank. I

noticed some pieces of limbs and such things floating down, and a sprink-

ling of bark; so I knowed the river had begun to rise. I reckoned I

would have great times, now, if I was over at the town. The June rise

used to be always luck for me; because as soon as that rise begins, here

comes cord-wood floating down, and pieces of log rafts -- sometimes a dozen

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