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the shore a half a mile above the Tillage, and then went scooting along the bluff

bank in the easy water. Pretty soon we come to a nice innocent-looking young

country jake setting on a log swabbing the sweat off of his face, for it was

powerful warm weather; and he had a couple of big carpet-bags by him.

"Run her nose in shore," says the king. I done it. "Where you bound for,

young man?" ssssssssss

"For the steamboat; going to Orleans."

"Git aboard," says the king. "Hold on a minute, my servant 'll he'p you

with them bags. Jump out and he'p the gentleman, Adolphus" -- meaning

me, I see. ssssssssss

I done so, and then we all three started on again. The young chap was

mighty thankful; said it was tough work toting his baggage such weather.

He asked the king where he was going, and the king told him he'd come

down the river and landed at the other village this morning, and now he was

going up a few mile to see an old friend on a farm up there. The young

fellow says? ssssssssss

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