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Well
,
the
second
night
a
fog
begun
to
come
on
,
and
we
made
for
a
towhead
to
tie
to
,
for
it
would
n't
do
to
try
to
run
in
a
fog
;
but
when
I
paddled
ahead
in
the
canoe
,
with
the
line
to
make
fast
,
there
war
n't
anything
but
little
saplings
to
tie
to
.
I
passed
the
line
around
one
of
them
right
on
the
edge
of
the
cut
bank
,
but
there
was
a
stiff
current
,
and
the
raft
come
booming
down
so
lively
she
tore
it
out
by
the
roots
and
away
she
went
.
I
see
the
fog
closing
down
,
and
it
made
me
so
sick
and
scared
I
could
n't
budge
for
most
a
half
a
minute
it
seemed
to
me
--
and
then
there
war
n't
no
raft
in
sight
;
you
could
n't
see
twenty
yards
.
I
jumped
into
the
canoe
and
run
back
to
the
stern
,
and
grabbed
the
paddle
and
set
her
back
a
stroke
.
But
she
did
n't
come
.
I
was
in
such
a
hurry
I
had
n't
untied
her
.
I
got
up
and
tried
to
untie
her
,
but
I
was
so
excited
my
hands
shook
so
I
could
n't
hardly
do
anything
with
them
.
As
soon
as
I
got
started
I
took
out
after
the
raft
,
hot
and
heavy
,
right
down
the
towhead
.
That
was
all
right
as
far
as
it
went
,
but
the
towhead
war
n't
sixty
yards
long
,
and
the
minute
I
flew
by
the
foot
of
it
I
shot
out
into
the
solid
white
fog
,
and
had
n't
no
more
idea
which
way
I
was
going
than
a
dead
man
.
Thinks
I
,
it
wo
n't
do
to
paddle
;
first
I
know
I
'll
run
into
the
bank
or
a
towhead
or
something
;
I
got
to
set
still
and
float
,
and
yet
it
's
mighty
fidgety
business
to
have
to
hold
your
hands
still
at
such
a
time
.
I
whooped
and
listened
.
Away
down
there
somewheres
I
hears
a
small
whoop
,
and
up
comes
my
spirits
.
I
went
tearing
after
it
,
listening
sharp
to
hear
it
again
.
The
next
time
it
come
I
see
I
war
n't
heading
for
it
,
but
heading
away
to
the
right
of
it
.
And
the
next
time
I
was
heading
away
to
the
left
of
it
--
and
not
gaining
on
it
much
either
,
for
I
was
flying
around
,
this
way
and
that
and
t
'
other
,
but
it
was
going
straight
ahead
all
the
time
.
I
did
wish
the
fool
would
think
to
beat
a
tin
pan
,
and
beat
it
all
the
time
,
but
he
never
did
,
and
it
was
the
still
places
between
the
whoops
that
was
making
the
trouble
for
me
.
Well
,
I
fought
along
,
and
directly
I
hears
the
whoop
BEHIND
me
.
I
was
tangled
good
now
.
That
was
somebody
else
's
whoop
,
or
else
I
was
turned
around
.
I
throwed
the
paddle
down
.
I
heard
the
whoop
again
;
it
was
behind
me
yet
,
but
in
a
different
place
;
it
kept
coming
,
and
kept
changing
its
place
,
and
I
kept
answering
,
till
by
and
by
it
was
in
front
of
me
again
,
and
I
knowed
the
current
had
swung
the
canoe
's
head
down-stream
,
and
I
was
all
right
if
that
was
Jim
and
not
some
other
raftsman
hollering
.
I
could
n't
tell
nothing
about
voices
in
a
fog
,
for
nothing
do
n't
look
natural
nor
sound
natural
in
a
fog
.
The
whooping
went
on
,
and
in
about
a
minute
I
come
a-booming
down
on
a
cut
bank
with
smoky
ghosts
of
big
trees
on
it
,
and
the
current
throwed
me
off
to
the
left
and
shot
by
,
amongst
a
lot
of
snags
that
fairly
roared
,
the
currrent
was
tearing
by
them
so
swift
.
In
another
second
or
two
it
was
solid
white
and
still
again
.
I
set
perfectly
still
then
,
listening
to
my
heart
thump
,
and
I
reckon
I
did
n't
draw
a
breath
while
it
thumped
a
hundred
.
I
just
give
up
then
.
I
knowed
what
the
matter
was
.
That
cut
bank
was
an
island
,
and
Jim
had
gone
down
t
'
other
side
of
it
.
It
war
n't
no
towhead
that
you
could
float
by
in
ten
minutes
.
It
had
the
big
timber
of
a
regular
island
;
it
might
be
five
or
six
miles
long
and
more
than
half
a
mile
wide
.
I
kept
quiet
,
with
my
ears
cocked
,
about
fifteen
minutes
,
I
reckon
.
I
was
floating
along
,
of
course
,
four
or
five
miles
an
hour
;
but
you
do
n't
ever
think
of
that
.
No
,
you
FEEL
like
you
are
laying
dead
still
on
the
water
;
and
if
a
little
glimpse
of
a
snag
slips
by
you
do
n't
think
to
yourself
how
fast
YOU
'RE
going
,
but
you
catch
your
breath
and
think
,
my
!
how
that
snag
's
tearing
along
.
If
you
think
it
ai
n't
dismal
and
lonesome
out
in
a
fog
that
way
by
yourself
in
the
night
,
you
try
it
once
--
you
'll
see
.
Next
,
for
about
a
half
an
hour
,
I
whoops
now
and
then
;
at
last
I
hears
the
answer
a
long
ways
off
,
and
tries
to
follow
it
,
but
I
could
n't
do
it
,
and
directly
I
judged
I
'd
got
into
a
nest
of
towheads
,
for
I
had
little
dim
glimpses
of
them
on
both
sides
of
me
--
sometimes
just
a
narrow
channel
between
,
and
some
that
I
could
n't
see
I
knowed
was
there
because
I
'd
hear
the
wash
of
the
current
against
the
old
dead
brush
and
trash
that
hung
over
the
banks
.
Well
,
I
war
n't
long
loosing
the
whoops
down
amongst
the
towheads
;
and
I
only
tried
to
chase
them
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
.
