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I sung out for Jim about a dozen times, but I didn't get any answer; so I

grabbed a plank that touched me while I was "treading water," and struck out

for shore, shoving it ahead of me. But I made out to see that the drift of the

current was towards the left-hand shore, which meant that I was in a crossing;

so I changed off and went that way. ssssssssss

It was one of these long, slanting, two-mile crossings; so I was a good long

time in getting over. I made a safe landing, and clum up the bank. I couldn't

see but a little ways, but I went poking along over rough ground for a quarter of

a mile or more, and then I run across a big old-fashioned double log house before

I noticed it. I was going to rush by and get away, but a lot of dogs jumped out

and went to howling and barking at me, and I knowed better than to move

another peg. ssssssssss

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