I give her a turn with the paddle and brung her nose to shore; then I got my gun and slipped out and into the edge of the woods.

I sat down there on a log, and looked out through the leaves.

I see the moon go off watch, and the darkness begin to blanket the river.
But in a little while I see a pale streak over the treetops, and knowed the day was coming.

So I took my gun and slipped off towards where I had run across that camp fire, stopping every minute or two to listen.

But I hadn't no luck somehow; I couldn't seem to find the place.