And it seemed kind of funny like, to die without anybody ever knowing what became of you.
Pretty soon my legs began getting very tired like a fellow's legs always do when he keeps standing in water.

Only this was worse than water.

I wondered how it would feel when my knees gave out and I sank down.
Then I happened to think about having my hikebook with me.

It was all wet and the pencil was wet too, but I held it up high out of the marsh and wrote this on one of the pages.

After I wrote it I stuck it up high on one of the marsh weeds.
This is where Roy Blakeley, patrol leader, Silver Fox Patrol, Bridgeboro Troop, B.S.