The horse was tied and fed, the wagon unfastened, and the whole establishment was left for Mike to reclaim, according to the arrangement that Jim had made with him.
The woodsman saw that his patient would not be able to sit, and so felt himself compelled to take along the bed.

Arranging this with the pillows in the bow of his boat, and placing Benedict upon it, with his boy at his feet, he shoved off, and started up the stream.
After running along against the current for a mile, Benedict having quietly rested meantime, looked up and said weakly: "Jim, is this the gulf ?" "Yes," responded Jim, cheerfully.

"This is the gulf, and a purty place 'tis too.

I've seed a sight o' worser places nor this." "It's very beautiful," responded Benedict.

"We must be getting pretty near." "It's not very fur now," said Jim.
The poor, wandering mind was trying to realize the heavenly scenes that it believed were about to burst upon its vision.