The creek appeared to be getting wider and wider, and he thought that if he went on at that rate he must soon come to the river.

The country seemed unfamiliar to him.

He had never seen it, from the water, when it was overflowed in this way.
He passed a wide stretch of cultivated fields, mostly planted in tobacco, but he could not recollect what farmer had tobacco down by the creek this year.

There were some men at work on a piece of rising ground, but they were a long way off.

Still, Harry shouted to them, but they did not appear to hear him.
Then he passed on among the trees again, bumping against stumps, turning and twisting, but always keeping out in the middle of the current.