I didn't get good an' skeered till it wuz all over, an' then I had one fit right after another." "I've been skeered fur a week without stoppin'," said Tom Ross; "jest beginnin' to git over it.

I tell you, Henry, it wuz pow'ful lucky fur us you found them steppin' stones, an' this solid little place in the middle uv all that black mud." "Makes me think uv the time we spent the winter on that island in the lake," said Long Jim.

"That waz shorely a nice place an' pow'ful comf'table we wuz thar.

But we're a long way from it now.

That island uv ours must be seven or eight hundred miles from here, an' I reckon it's nigh to fifteen hundred to New Orleans, whar we wuz once." "Shet up," said Tom Ross suddenly.