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near mashing us, every time. Tom said she was going to get one of us, sure,

before we got through. We got her half way; and then we was plumb played

out, and most drownded with sweat. We see it warn't no use, we got to go and

fetch Jim. So he raised up his bed and slid the chain off of the bed-leg, and

wrapt it round and round his neck, and we crawled out through our hole and

down there, and Jim and me laid into that grindstone and walked her along like

nothing; and Tom superintended. He could out-superintend any boy I ever see.

He knowed how to do everything. ssssssssss

Our hole was pretty big, but it warn't big enough to get the grindstone

through; but Jim he took the pick and soon made it big enough. Then Tom

marked out them things on it with the nail, and set Jim to work on them, with

the nail for a chisel and an iron bolt from the rubbage in the lean-to for a

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