So I says, a raff is what I's arter; it doan' MAKE no track.
"I see a light a-comin' roun' de p'int bymeby, so I wade' in en shove' a log ahead o' me en swum more'n half way acrost de river, en got in 'mongst de drift-wood, en kep' my head down low, en kinder swum agin de current tell de raff come along.

Den I swum to de stern uv it en tuck a-holt.

It clouded up en 'uz pooty dark for a little while.

So I clumb up en laid down on de planks.

De men 'uz all 'way yonder in de middle, whah de lantern wuz.