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a little while, anyway, because it was worse than chasing a Jack-o-lantern. You

never knowed a sound dodge around so, and swap places so quick and so much.

I had to claw away from the bank pretty lively, four or five times, to keep

from knocking the islands out of the river; and so I judged the raft must be but-

ting into the bank every now and then, or else it would get further ahead and

clear out of hearing -- it was floating a little faster than what I was.

Well, I seemed to be in the open river again, by-and-by, but I couldn't hear

no sign of a whoop nowheres. I reckoned Jim had fetched up on a snag, maybe,

and it was all up with him. I was good and tired, so I laid down in the canoe

and said I wouldn't bother no more. I didn't want to go to sleep, of course; but

I was so sleepy I couldn't help it; so I thought I would take just one little

cat-nap. ssssssssss

But I reckon it was more than a cat-nap, for when I waked up the stars was

shining bright, the fog was all gone, and I was spinning down a big bend stern

first. First I didn't know where I was; I thought I was dreaming; and when

things begun to come back to me, they seemed to come up dim out of last

week.

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