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logs together; so all you have to do is to catch them and sell them to the

wood yards and the sawmill. ssssssssss

I went along up the bank with one eye out for pap and 'tother one out for

what the rise might fetch along. Well, all at once, here comes a canoe; just a

beauty, too, about thirteen or fourteen foot long, riding high like a duck. I

shot head first off of the bank, like a frog, clothes and all on, and struck out

for the canoe. I just expected there'd be somebody laying down in it, because

people often done that to fool folks, and when a chap had pulled a skiff out most

to it they'd raise up and laugh at him. But it warn't so this time. It was a

drift-canoe, sure enough, and I dumb in and paddled her ashore. Thinks I,

the old man will be glad when he sees this -- she's worth ten dollars. But when

I got to shore pap wasn't in sight yet, and as I was running her into a little

creek like a gully, all hung over with vines and willows, I struck another idea;

I judged I'd hide her good, and then, stead of taking to the woods when I run

off, I'd go down the river about fifty mile and camp in one place for good, and

not have such a rough time tramping on foot.

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