? ? ? ? One morning about day-break, I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to the main shore- it was only two hundred yards- and paddled about a mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cow-path crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever anybody was after anybody I judged it was me- 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 begged me to save their lives- said they hadn't been doing nothing, and was being chased for it- said there was men and dogs 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 got 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 and get in- that'll throw the dogs off the scent."
? ? ? ? They done it, and as soon as they was aboard I lit out for our tow-head, and in about five or ten minutes we heard the dogs and the men away off, shouting.
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