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1Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely.
2Here is the way we put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a mile and a half wide; we run
3nights, and laid up and hid daytimes; soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly always in
4the dead water under a tow-head; and then cut young cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
5the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy
6bottom where the water was about knee deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a sound anywheres--perfectly still--just
7like the whole world was asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first thing to see, looking away
8over the water, was a kind of dull line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing else out; then a
9pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
10more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so far away--trading scows, and such things; and
11long black streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or jumbled up voices, it was so still, and sounds
12come so far; and by-and-by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of the streak that there's a
13snag there in a swift current which breaks on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl up off
14of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you make out a log-cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the
15bank on t'other side of the river, being a woodyard, likely, and piled by them cheats so you can throw a dog through it
16anywheres; then the nice breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and fresh and sweet to smell
17on account of the woods and the flowers; but sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around, gars
18and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the
19song-birds just going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off of the lines and cook
20up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by-and-by
21lazy off to sleep. Wake up by-and-by, and look to see what done it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream,
22so far off towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel;
23then for about an hour there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid lonesomeness. Next you'd see a
24raft sliding by, away off yonder, and maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on a raft;
25you'd see the axe flash and come down--you don't hear nothing; you see that axe go up again, and by the time it's above
26the man's head then you hear the k'chunk!--it had took all that time to come over the water. So we would put in the day,
27lazying around, listening to the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things that went by was
28beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking
29and cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of them; it made you feel crawly; it was like
30spirits carrying on that way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says: "No; spirits wouldn't say,
31'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the middle we let her alone, and
32let her float wherever the current wanted her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and talked
33about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night, whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes
34Buck's folks made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd
35have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
36maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft
37or a scow, you know; and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of them crafts. It's lovely to
38live on a raft. We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them,
39and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they
40happened; I judged it would have took too long to make so many. Jim said the moon could a laid them; well, that looked
41kind of reasonable, so I didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as many, so of course it could
42be done. We used to watch the stars that fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled and was
43hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in the dark, and now and then she
44would belch a whole world of sparks up out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look awful
45pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still
46again; and by-and-by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and joggle the raft a bit, and after
47that you wouldn't hear nothing for you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the
48people on shore went to bed, and then for two or three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows.
49These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and
50tie up right away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to the main shore--it was only
51two hundred yards--and paddled about a mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get some berries.
52Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the
53path as tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever anybody was after anybody I judged it was
54me--or maybe Jim. I was about to dig out from there in a hurry, but they was pretty close to me then, and sung out and
55begged me to save their lives--said they hadn't been doing nothing, and was being chased for it--said there was men and
56dogs a-coming. They wanted to jump right in, but I says: "Don't you do it. I don't hear the dogs and horses yet; you've
57got time to crowd through the brush and get up the crick a little ways; then you take to the water and wade down to me
58and get in--that'll throw the dogs off the scent." They done it, and soon as they was aboard I lit out for our tow-head,
59and in about five or ten minutes we heard the dogs and the men away off, shouting. We heard them come along towards the
60crick, but couldn't see them; they seemed to stop and fool around a while; then, as we got further and further away all
61the time, we couldn't hardly hear them at all; by the time we had left a mile of woods behind us and struck the river,
62everything was quiet, and we paddled over to the tow-head and hid in the cottonwoods and was safe. One of these fellows
63was about seventy or upwards, and had a bald head and very gray whiskers. He had an old battered-up slouch hat on, and a
64greasy blue woollen shirt, and ragged old blue jeans britches stuffed into his boot-tops, and home-knit galluses--no, he
65only had one. He had an old long-tailed blue jeans coat with slick brass buttons flung over his arm, and both of them
66had big, fat, ratty-looking carpet-bags.
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