The boat was not mine, nor did I know to whom it did belong; neither did I care.

The boat was fastened with a small pole, which, with the aid of a rail, I soon loosened from its moorings.

After hunting round and finding a board to use as an oar, I turned to the city, and bidding it a long farewell, pushed off my boat.

The current running very swift, we had not reached the middle of the stream before we were directly opposite the city.
We were soon upon the Illinois shore, and, leaping from the boat, turned it adrift, and the last I saw of it, it was going down the river at good speed.

We took the main road to Alton, and passed through just at daylight, when we made for the woods, where we remained during the day.
Our reason for going into the woods was, that we expected that Mr.
Mansfield (the man who owned my mother) would start in pursuit of her as soon as he discovered that she was missing.