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? ? ? ? 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.

Chapter Seventeen

? ? ? ? In about half a minute somebody spoke out of a window, without putting his head out, and says:

? ? ? ? "Be done, boys! Who's there?"

? ? ? ? I says:

? ? ? ? "It's me."

? ? ? ? "Who's me?"

? ? ? ? "George Jackson, sir."

? ? ? ? "What do you want?"

? ? ? ? "I don't want nothing, sir. I only want to go along by, but the dogs won't let me."

? ? ? ? "What are you prowling around here this time of night, for- hey?"

? ? ? ? "I warn't prowling around, sir; I fell overboard off of the steamboat.


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