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time worse than ever. The rain poured down, and never a light showed; every-

body in bed, I reckon. We boomed along down the river, watching for lights and

watching for our raft. After a long time the rain let up, but the clouds staid,

and the lightning kept whimpering, and by-and-by a flash showed us a black

thing ahead, floating, and we made for it.

It was the raft, and mighty glad was we to get aboard of it again. We seen a

light, now, away down to the right, on shore. So I said I would go for it. The skiff

was half full of plunder which that gang had stole, there on the wreck. We hustled

it onto the raft in a pile, and I told Jim to float along down, and show a light

when he judged he had gone about two mile, and keep it burning till I come;

then I manned my oars and shoved for the light. As I got down towards it, three

or four more showed-up on a hillside. It was a village. I closed in above the

shore-light, and laid on my oars and floated. As I went by, I see it was a lantern

hanging on the jackstaff of a double-hull ferry-boat. I skimmed around for the

watchman, a-wondering whereabouts he slept; and by-and-by I found him roost-

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