I crossed de river in de little canoe an' hid her in de bushes.

I found de place whar de white folks started from, an' I jes' follered dere trail.

Dat was my plan.

I know'd dey would make a big easy trail, dere was so many of 'em, an I meant to follow 'em.

It took me more'n two whole nights to git to de fort, dough, 'cause de creeks was all high an' de brush very tangley.
When I tole de folks about you'n Miss Judie an' Mas' Tom, dey didn't more'n half believe me, an' when I tole 'em I'd lead 'em straight to whar you was, an' dey said dey'd sculp me if I didn't, I jest said all right, 'cause if we don' find Mas' Sam an' little Miss Judie an' Mas' Tom no more, den I'd rather be sculped'n not, anyhow.