But I had a big surprise waiting for me, you can bet.
It was about nine o'clock in the morning when I started on that crazy trail and it was about five o'clock in the afternoon when the tide began to turn and go back.

All the while I was sitting there waiting I thought about the Indian that owned that canoe.

Maybe his bones were down underneath there, I thought.

Ugh, I'd like to see them.

No, I wouldn't.
Maybe he was on his way to a pow-wow, hey?
Well, after a while when the tide turned I started paddling down.