On looking back I saw the old lady coming and screaming at the top of her voice, "You got my hog! You got my hog!" It was too late to back out now.

We had the hog, and had to make the most of it, even if we did ruin a needy and destitute family.

We went on until we came to the Conasauga river, when lo and behold! the canoe was on the other side of the river.

It was dark then, and getting darker, and what was to be done we did not know.

The weather was as cold as blue blazes, and spitting snow from the northwest.