Then he sat up and shuffled along to the trunk, against which he leaned with one arm around it, all in a perspiration, and trembling with the exertion and excitement.
When he had rested awhile, he stood up on the limb and looked toward the land.

There, to his joy, he saw, at a little distance, a small log-house, and there was some one living in it, for he saw smoke coming from the log and mud chimney that was built up against one end of the cabin.
Harry gave a great shout, and then another, and another, and presently a negro woman came out of the cabin and looked out over the creek.

Then three colored children came tumbling out, and they looked out over the creek.
Then Harry shouted again, and the woman saw him.
"Hello, dar!" she cried.

"Who's dat ?" "It's me! Harry Loudon." "Harry Loudon ?" shouted the woman, running down to the edge of the water.

"Mah'sr John Loudon's son Harry?
What you doin' dar?
Is you fishin' ?" "Fishing!" cried Harry.