I then crawled back and got my gun, which I had left at the stump of the sapling I had cut, and again made my way to the place of lodgment, and then climbed down the other sapling so as to get on the log.

I felt my way along with my feet in the water about waist-deep, but it was a mighty ticklish business.
However, I got over, and by this time I had very little feeling in my feet and legs, as I had been all the time in the water, except what time I was crossing the high log over the river and climbing my lodged sapling.
"I went but a short distance when I came to another slough, over which there was a log, but it was floating on the water.

I thought I could walk it, so I mounted on it.

But when I had got about the middle of the deep water, somehow or somehow else, it turned over, and in I went up to my head.

I waded out of this deep water, and went ahead till I came to the highland, where I stopped to pull of my wet clothes, and put on the others which I held up with my gun above water when I fell in." This exchanging of his dripping garments for dry clothes, standing in the snow four inches deep, and exposed to the wintry blast, must have been a pretty severe operation.