CHAPTER VII.
THE LONE VOYAGER Henry Ware awoke, rubbed his eyes, and looked through the tree trunks at the Mississippi, now wider than ever.
"What do you see, Tom ?" he asked of Tom Ross, who had kept the watch.
"Nothin' but a black speck fur across thar.

It come into sight only a minute ago.

Fust I thought it wuz a shadder, then I thought it wuz a floatin' log, an' now I do believe it's a canoe.

What do you make uv it, Henry ?" Henry looked long.
"It is a canoe," said he at last, "and there's a man in it.

They're floating with the stream down our way." "You're right," said Tom Ross, "an' ef I ain't mistook that man an' that canoe are in trouble.