<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2>
<h3>ON THE MISSISSIPPI.</h3>
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<div class='unindent'><br/>E are going to have a change of weather, I
reckon," Hiram said one afternoon as
they were drifting down the stream during
their second voyage. "You have been
lucky since we started, but we are going to have a
change at last; and I can tell you when it blows here it's
a caution. They have been having a lot of rain up the
country, for the river has been rising regular for the last
ten days. We had best make fast for the night, and the
sooner we does it the better, for the wind is getting up
fast and the rain is just a-going to begin."</div>
<p>In a quarter of an hour the boat was moored to a
great tree at the lower end of an island.</p>
<p>"We shall be snug here," he said, "and out of the
way of the drift that will be coming down presently.
You can turn in and take a long spell of sleep to-night,
for sometimes those storms last for days when they
come on this time of year, and you will see there will be
a sea on that the boat could hardly live in. I wish we
had stopped two hours ago; there was a creek where we
could have run her in and been snug all through it, but I
didn't think it was coming up so quick, and it's too far on<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</SPAN></span>
to the next place to risk it; however, I expect we shall
do very well here."</p>
<p>In another half-hour the gale burst upon them
furiously, and Frank congratulated himself that the boat
was snugly moored. The thick muddy water of the river
was speedily lashed into angry waves; the rain came
down in torrents, and although the left-hand bank was
but a quarter of a mile distant it was soon lost to view.
Frank was glad to leave the deck and crawl into the little
cabin, and sit down to a hot meal which the negro cook
had prepared.</p>
<p>"Better here than outside, my lad," Hiram said. "I
can go as wet as any man if need be, but I like to keep
a dry jacket when I can. The wind is just howling outside.
I reckon this is going to be a bigger storm nor
ordinary, and I have seen some biggish storms on the
Mississippi too. I have had some narrer escapes of it, I
can tell you, special in the days before there was nary a
tug on the river, and we had to row or pole all the way
up; besides there ain't so many trees brought down as
there used to be in a flood, seeing as the country is getting
more and more cleared every day.</p>
<p>"I reckon the time will come when you will be able
to go up either the Mississippi or Missouri to the
upper waters without seeing a tree drifting down, and
when there won't be a snag in their beds. I mind the
time when the snags were ten times worse than they is
now. I mind once we ran on one of the darned things
in pretty nigh as wild a night as this is going to be. I
had six hands along with me, and we wanted to get down,
'cause we knew the old man would have a cargo ready for
us, and we wanted a run of a day or two on shore at<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</SPAN></span>
Orleans before we started up again, so we held on. The
wind was higher than we reckoned on, and we was just saying
we should have done better to tie up, when there was a
crash. I thought at first that she would have gone over
with the shock, but she didn't—not that it would have
made much odds, for there was a snag through her bottom,
and the water pouring in like a sluice. It was darkish, but
we could make out there was some trees a boat's-length
or two ahead which had been caught as they rolled down
by another snag, and hung there. The boat didn't float
more than a minute after she struck, and then we were
all in the river, those who couldn't swim gripping hold of
the oars and poles; half a minute and we were all clinging
to the boughs, and hoisting ourselves as well as might
be clear of the water.</p>
<p>"I tell you, lad, that was a night. It wasn't that we was
drenched to the skin with the rain pouring down, and the
wind cutting through us—that kind of thing comes
natural to a boatman—but it was the oncertainty of the
thing. The trees moved and swayed with the waves and
current; the flood we knew was rising still, and any
moment they might break away from the snag and go
whirling along, over and over, down the river. Even if
they didn't break away of theirselves, another tree might
drive down on us, and if it did, the chances was strong as
the hull affair would break loose.</p>
<p>"All that night and all next day we hung on, and
then the wind went down a bit, and a nigger who had
made us out from the shore came off in a dug-out and
took us ashore in two trips. That war a close shave. The
wind was northerly and bitter cold, and I don't believe as
we could have hung on another night more nor that.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</SPAN></span>
Next morning, when we turned out from the nigger's hut
to have a look round, there wasn't no sign of them thar
trees, they had just gone down the river in the night.
Yes, I have had a good many narrow shaves of it, but I do
think as that war the narrowest."</p>
<p>"Well, I am heartily glad," Frank said, "that we are
tied safely up, out of the way of floating trees, snags, or
anything of the kind. I always like hearing the wind when
I am snug, and I shall sleep sound knowing that I am not
going to hear your shout of 'Watch on deck' in my ear."</p>
<p>In spite of the howling of the gale Frank slept soundly.
But he could scarcely believe that it was broad daylight
when he awoke; the light was dim and leaden, and when
he went out from the cabin he was startled at the aspect
of the river. The waves had risen until it resembled an
angry sea, the yellow masses of water being tipped with
foam; the clouds hung so low that they almost touched
the top of the trees; the rain was still falling, and the
drops almost hurt from the violence with which they were
driven by the wind. The river had risen considerably
during the night, and the lower end of the island was
already submerged; boughs of trees and driftwood were
hurrying along with the stream, and more than one great
tree passed, now lifting an arm high in the air, now almost
hidden in the waves, as it turned over and over in its
rapid course. Frank felt glad indeed that the boat lay in
comparatively sheltered waters, though even here the swell
caused her at times to roll violently.</p>
<p>"What do you think of it, lad?" Hiram, who had risen
some time before Frank, asked.</p>
<p>"It is a wonderfully wild scene," Frank said enthusiastically,
"a grand scene! I should not have had an idea<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</SPAN></span>
that such a sea could have got up on any river. Look at
that great tree rolling down, it looks as if it was wrestling
for life."</p>
<p>"The wrestle is over, lad, there ain't no more life for
that tree; it will just drift along till it either catches on a
sandbank and settles down as a snag, or it will drift
down to the mouth of the Mississippi, and may be
help to choke up some of the shallow channels, or it
may chance to strike the deep channel, and go away right
out into the Gulf of Florida, and then the barnacles will
get hold of it, and it will drift and drift till at last it will
get heavier than the water, and then down it will go to
the bottom and lie there till there ain't no more left of it.
No, lad, there ain't no more life for that tree."</p>
<p>"May be it will wash ashore near the city, or some
plantation," Frank said, "and be hauled up and cut into
timber, or perhaps into firewood. After all, the useful
life of a tree begins with its fall."</p>
<p>"Right you are, lad; yes, that might happen, and I am
glad you put it in my mind, for somehow I have always
had a sorter pity for a tree when I see it sweeping down
in a flood like this. Somehow it's like looking at a
drowned man; but, as you say, there's a chance of its
getting through it and coming to be of use after all, and
what can a tree wish better than that? But we had best
be hauling the boat up to the tree and shifting the rope
up the trunk a bit; it's just level with the water now,
and was nigh eight feet above when we tied it yesterday.
I tell you if this goes on there will be some big floods,
for it will try the levees, and if they go there ain't no
saying what damage may be done in the plantations."</p>
<p>All day the wind blew with unabated fury, and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</SPAN></span>
when evening came on Frank thought that it was
increasing rather than diminishing in force.</p>
<p>"Let's have a glass of grog and tumble in, my lad,"
Hiram said, "it gives one the dismals to listen to the
wind." They had scarcely wrapped themselves in their
blankets when the boat swayed as if struck by an even
stronger blast than usual; then there was a sudden crash,
which rose even above the howling of the gale.</p>
<p>"What's that?" Frank exclaimed, sitting up.</p>
<p>"It's the tree," Hiram began; but while the words
were in his mouth there was a shock and a crash, the
roof of the little cabin was stove in, and the boat heeled
over until they thought it was going to capsize. Frank
was thrown on to the floor with the violence of the shock,
but speedily gained his feet.</p>
<p>"What has happened?" he exclaimed.</p>
<p>"The tree has gone," Hiram said; "I have been looking
at it all the afternoon, but I didn't want to scare you
by telling you as I thought it might go. It's lucky it
didn't fall directly on us, or it would have knocked the
boat into pieces. The door is jammed. Get hold of that
hatchet, lad, and make a shift to get your head out to look
round and see what we are doing. Do you hear them
niggers holloaing like so many tom-cats? What good do
they suppose that will do?"</p>
<p>"I can't see anything," Frank said when he looked out;
"it's pitch dark. I will make this hole a bit bigger, and
then I will take the lantern and crawl forward and see
what has become of the blacks. I am afraid the tree has
stove the boat in: look at the water coming up through
the float-boards."</p>
<p>"Ay, I expect she is smashed somewhere; it could<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</SPAN></span>
hardly be otherwise; I reckon this is going to be about as
bad a job as the one I was telling you about. Here, lad,
put this bottle of rum into your jacket and this loaf of
bread; I will take this here chunk of cold beef; like
enough we may want 'em afore we are done."</p>
<p>When Frank had enlarged the hole sufficiently to allow
his body to pass through, he put the lantern through and
then crawled out. He was in a tangle of branches and
leaves. The head-rope was a long one; the tree had
fallen directly towards them, and the boat was, as far as
Frank could see, wedged in between the branches, which
forked some forty feet above the roots; a cross branch had
stove in the cabin top, and another rested across the
scuttle of the cabin used by the negroes.</p>
<p>"Hand me the axe, sharp, Hiram," he said; "the niggers
can't get out, and our bow isn't a foot out of water."</p>
<p>Hiram handed up the axe, seized another, and with a
great effort squeezed himself through the hole and joined
Frank in the fore-part of the boat, which was waist-deep
in water.</p>
<p>"Never mind the branch, lad, that will take too long to
cut through, and another two or three minutes will do
their business; here, rip off two or three of those planks,
that will be the quickest way."</p>
<p>Although impeded in their work by the network of
boughs, they speedily got off two or three planks and
hauled up the frightened negroes. It was but just in
time, for there were but a few inches between the water
and the top of the low cabin.</p>
<p>"Shut your mouths and drop that howling," Hiram
said, "and grip hold of the tree; the boat will sink under
our feet in another minute. Stick to your lantern, lad, a<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</SPAN></span>
light is a comfort anyhow; I'll fetch another from the
cabin, and some candles; I know just where they are, and
can feel them in the water."</p>
<p>In a minute he rejoined Frank, who was sitting astride
of one of the branches.</p>
<p>"That's a bit of luck," he said; "the candles are dry.
There ain't more than two feet of water in her aft."</p>
<p>Three or four minutes passed, and the boat still lay beneath
their feet, sinking, apparently, no lower. "I will
look round again," Hiram said; "it seems to me as she
has got jammed, and won't go any lower."</p>
<p>Examining the boat, he found that it was so; she was
so completely wedged among the branches that she could
sink no lower.</p>
<p>"It's all right," he said joyously. "Jump down, all of
you, and lend a hand and unreeve the halliards from the
mast and bind her as tight as you can to the branches;
pass the ropes under the thwarts. Make haste before she
shakes herself free." For the tree, now well clear of the
shelter of the land, was swaying heavily.</p>
<p>The work was soon done, and the boat securely fastened
to the tree.</p>
<p>"How is it the tree lies steady without rolling over
and over, Hiram?" Frank asked, after they paused on
the completion of the work.</p>
<p>"I reckon it's the boat as keeps it steady, lad. As
long as she lies here she is no weight, but she would be a
big weight to lift out of water, and I reckon she keeps the
whole affair steady. It couldn't be better if we had
planned it. All these boughs break the force of the
waves, and keep off a good bit of the wind too; we ain't
going to do badly after all."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Pete, get me that half-bottle of rum from my locker
and a tin mug. That is right. Now here is a good
strong tot each for you to make your faces black again;
you were white with fear when we got you out of that
cabin, and I don't blame you; I should have been in just
as bad a fright myself if I had been there, though I
shouldn't have made such a noise over it. Still, one can't
expect men of one colour to have the same ways as those
of another, and I am bound to say that if the boat had
gone down your boss would have lost four good pieces of
property. Feel more comfortable—eh?"</p>
<p>The negroes grinned assent. Easily cast down, their
spirits were as easily raised, and seeing that the white men
appeared to consider that there was no urgent danger,
they soon plucked up their courage.</p>
<p>"I think," Frank said, "the best thing will be to manage
to get the cabin door open. We can put a tarpaulin over
the hole in the roof, and we shall then have a shelter we
can go into; the water is not over the lockers, but I
shouldn't like to go in until we get the door open. If this
tree did take it into its head to turn round, it would be
awkward if there were two or three of us in there, with
only that hole to scramble through."</p>
<p>"You are about right, lad; it will be a sight more comfortable
than sitting here, for what with the rain and the
splashing up of this broken water one might as well be
under a pump."</p>
<p>The axes were called into requisition again, for the
door was jammed too firmly to be moved.</p>
<p>"Chop it up, and shove the pieces under the tarpaulin,
Sam; they will get a bit drier there, and we may want
them for a fire presently; there is no saying how long we<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</SPAN></span>
may be in this here floating forest. That's right. Now,
hang one of them lanterns up in the cabin. That's not
so bad. Now, lad, our clothes-bags are all right on these
hooks. I am just going to rig myself up in a dry shirt
and jacket, and advise you to do the same; we may as
well have the upper half dry if we must be wet below."</p>
<p>Frank was glad to follow Hiram's example, and a dry
flannel shirt made him feel thoroughly warm and comfortable.
He handed a shirt to each of the negroes,
and the whole party, clustered in the little cabin, were
soon comparatively warm and cheerful, in spite of the
water, which came up to their knees, and when the boat
rose on a wave, swashed up over the locker on which
they were sitting. A supply of dry tobacco and some
pipes were produced by Hiram, and the little cabin was
soon thick with smoke.</p>
<p>"Taking it altogether," Hiram said, "I regard this as
about the queerest sarcumstance that ever happened to
me; it was just a thousand to one that tree would have
smashed us up and sunk us then and thar. It was another
thousand to one that when we were staved in we shouldn't
have got fixed so that the boat couldn't sink; if any one
had told it me as a yarn I should not have believed it."</p>
<p>"It has indeed been a wonderful escape," Frank said,
"and I think now that we should be ungrateful indeed if
every one of us did not fervently thank God for having
preserved us."</p>
<p>"Right you are, lad; praying ain't much in my way—not
regular praying; but we men as lives a life like this,
and knows that at any moment a snag may go through the
boat's bottom, thinks of these things at times, and knows
that our lives are in God's hands. It ain't in nature to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</SPAN></span>
go up and down this broad river, special at night, when the
stars are shining overhead, and the dark woods are as
quiet as death, and there ain't no sound to be heard but
the lap of the water against the bow for a man not to
have serious thoughts. It ain't our way to talk about it.
I think we try to do our duty by our employers, and if a
mate is laid up, he need never fear getting on a shoal for
want of a helping hand; and when our time comes, I fancy
as there ain't many of us as is afeared of death, or feels
very bad about the account they say we have got to render
arterwards. It's different with the niggers; it's their
way to be singing hymns and having prayer-meetings,
and such like. There is some as is agin this, and says it
gives 'em notions, and sets them agin their masters; but I
don't see it: it pleases 'em, and it hurts no one; it's just
the difference of ways. I expect it comes to the same in
the end; leastways, I have seen many a wreck in this here
river, when whites and blacks have been a-looking death in
the face together, and sartin the white man, even if he has
been a hard man, ain't no more afraid to die than the black,
generally just the contrary. That's my notion of things."</p>
<p>Frank nodded, and for a time there was silence in the
cabin.</p>
<p>"How long are we likely to be in this fix?" Frank asked
presently.</p>
<p>"Thar ain't no saying; supposing we don't bring up agin
a snag—which the Lord forbid, for like, enough, the tree
would shift its position, and we should find ourselves
bottom upwards if we did—we may drift on for days and
days. Still, we shall be safe to make ourselves seen as
soon as the weather clears, and there are boats out again;
we have only got to light a fire of wet wood to call their<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</SPAN></span>
attention. I don't expect this here gale will last much
longer; after another day it ought to begin to blow itself
out. As long as nothing happens to this tree, and the
boat keeps fast where it is, there ain't nothing to make
ourselves uncomfortable about. We'd best have a look at
them lashings; I tell you, there is a tidy strain on them."</p>
<p>Examining the ropes carefully, they found some of them
were already chafed, and, dragging out a piece of wet
canvas from the lockers, they cut it into strips and
lashed it round the ropes at the points where they were
chafing. The strain was indeed very heavy, for the tree
and the waterlogged boat rose but little with the waves,
and the bow was submerged deeply every time a wave
passed them, the gunwale being at no time more than a few
inches out of water. Additional lashings were put on, and
then Hiram and Frank returned to the cabin, and the
latter dozed away the hours till morning, as did the
negroes, Hiram remaining wide awake and watchful, and
going out from time to time to look at the lashings. As
soon as day broke Frank roused himself and went out;
Hiram was just descending from one of the boughs.</p>
<p>"I have had a look round," he said; "I don't think it's
blowing quite so hard, but thar ain't much change yet.
It ain't not to say a cheerful kind of lookout."</p>
<p>Frank climbed up to take a view for himself, but he
was glad to return very quickly to the shelter of the cabin.
Overhead was a canopy of low grey cloud; around, a curtain
of driving rain; below, a chaos of white-headed waves.
The day passed slowly, and with little change. Sam found
in the fore-part of the boat the iron plate on which he
built his fire. They fixed this on the roof of the cabin,
fastened a tarpaulin across the boughs so as to shelter it<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</SPAN></span>
from the rain and drift, and then, with some difficulty,
managed to make a fire. Some hot coffee was first prepared,
and a frying-pan was then put on and filled with
slices of pork. The flour was wet, but Sam made some
flat cakes of the wet dough, and placed them in the fat to
fry when the pork was done.</p>
<p>"Not a bad meal that," Hiram said, when he had
finished, "for a floating forest."</p>
<p>The negroes had now completely recovered from the
effects of their fright and wetting, and their spirits, as
usual, found vent in merry choruses.</p>
<p>"Just like children, ain't they?" Hiram said, as he and
Frank re-entered the cabin, while the negroes continued
to feast overhead, "crying one moment and laughing the
next. But I have known some good uns among them too,
as good mates to work with as a man could want, and as
good grit as a white man." Another meal, later in the
afternoon, alone broke the monotony of the day. The aspect
of the weather was unchanged at nightfall, but Hiram
asserted that the wind had certainly gone down, and that
in the morning there would probably be a break in the
weather. They smoked for some time, and then the
negroes dozed off, with their chins on their chests; and
Frank was about to make an effort to do the same, when
Hiram, who had been going in and out several times, said
suddenly, "I reckon we are out of the main stream; don't
you feel the difference?"</p>
<p>Now that his attention was called to it, Frank wondered
that he had not noticed it before. The waves were no
longer washing over the fore-part of the boat, and the
sluggish efforts of the tree and boat to rise and fall with
the water had ceased. He was still more struck, when he<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</SPAN></span>
went outside, by the comparative silence. The wind still
whistled overhead and swayed the branches, but the hiss
and rustle of the water had ceased.</p>
<p>"We are out of the main stream, that's sartin," Hiram
said, "though where we are is more nor I can tell till we
get daylight."</p>
<p>Frank took the lantern and climbed up the bough
which served as a lookout. It was pitch dark outside,
and the surface of the water was no longer broken by
white heads.</p>
<p>"Yes, we are certainly out of the main river, Hiram,
and in behind some big islands. Where do you think it
could be?"</p>
<p>"I reckon, lad, we are somewhere down near the mouth
of the Arkansas. The stream has been running mighty
strong for the last two days, and the wind, catching all
these branches, must have helped us along a good bit. I
reekon we can't be far away from the Arkansas. It's a
bad stroke of luck drifting in here; we may expect to get
hung up somewhere, and we shall be in a nice fix then,
out of sight of boats going up and down, and with miles
and miles of swamp stretching back from the shore. However,
it will be time to think of that to-morrow. There ain't
nothing for us to do; just lend us a hand, and we will get
this iron plate off the roof. The tarpaulin keeps off the
rain, and I will fetch a couple of blankets, and we can
stretch ourselves out here; I despise going to sleep sitting
up."</p>
<p>Frank was sound asleep in a few minutes. He had a
confused notion of feeling a slight jerking motion, and
of hearing Hiram say, "There, she is anchored"; but
he did not suffer this to rouse him, and, dropping off, slept<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</SPAN></span>
soundly till morning. At the first stir Hiram made he
was awake.</p>
<p>"We have had a goodish spell of sleep, I reckon, lad,
and I feel all the better for having had my legs stretched
out straight."</p>
<p>"So do I, ever so much; the wind seems to have gone
quite down, and it has stopped raining."</p>
<p>"We shall have the sun up soon."</p>
<p>Frank was soon up in the lookout.</p>
<p>"I can see trees on both sides of us, but I can make
out nothing more than that; there's a mist hanging over
them, though it's clear enough on the water. We are not
moving."</p>
<p>"I could have told you that," Hiram said, "didn't we
get fast on something before we went to sleep last night?"</p>
<p>"Oh, I forgot about that; I was just off when you
spoke, and didn't quite take it in. We are quite out of
the current; the water is moving very sluggishly past
us."</p>
<p>"So much the worse, lad; that's just what I fancied.
We have got blown out of the stream, and got in behind
some of the islands, and are perhaps at the mouth of one of
the loops where there ain't no stream to speak of; useful
enough they are when you are making your way up-stream,
but no-account places to get stuck in. Now you darkeys
below there, wake up, and let's have some food; you will
soon have the sun up to warm you and dry your clothes a
bit. By the time we have had our breakfast," he went on
to Frank, "the mist will have lifted, and we shall have
some chance of seeing where we have been cast away, and can
talk over what's the best thing to be done in this here
business."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>The iron plate was replaced on the cabin, the fire was
lit, and coffee and fried bacon were soon ready. The first
sparkle of the sun through the leaves brought a shout of
delight from the negroes, and directly the meal was over
they cut away some of the small branches and let the sun
stream in on to the roof of the cabin.</p>
<p>"That's enough, boys," Hiram said; "by midday we shall
be glad of the shade. Now, let you and I light our pipes,
lad, and take a survey, and then talk this job over."</p>
<p>On looking round, they found that the passage, or creek,
in which they were was some eighty yards wide; ahead
it seemed to narrow; behind them, a bend shut out the
view a quarter of a mile away.</p>
<p>"That's just what I expected. You see we have drove
in here, and there's been just current enough to drift us
on till the lower branches touched the bottom or caught
in a snag; the water ain't flowing half a mile an hour
now, and I reckon when the water begins to drop, which
will be in a few days, if it holds fine, there won't be no
current to speak of."</p>
<p>"But we are not going to stay here a few days, are we,
Hiram?"</p>
<p>"Well, lad, I ain't no particular wish to stay here no
time at all, if you will just pint out the way for us to
be moving on."</p>
<p>"Well, we could all swim ashore," Frank said; "the
distance is nothing, and all the blacks swim."</p>
<p>"And how fur do you reckon the shore to be, lad?"</p>
<p>"About forty yards," Frank said.</p>
<p>"I reckon it to be miles, lad—twenty, perhaps, or
forty for aught I know."</p>
<p>Frank looked at his companion in surprise.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Yes, that is about it, lad. Don't you see them trees
are all growing out by the water, and what looks to you
like low bush is just the top of the underwood. The river,
I reckon, must have riz twenty feet, and all this low land
is under water. As I told you, we are near the mouth of the
Arkansas, and for miles and miles the country ain't much
better than a swamp at the best of times. You can swim
to them trees, and roost up in the branches, if the fancy
takes yer, and may be we may decide that's the best
thing to do, when we have talked it over; but as to getting
to land, you may put that notion out of your head
altogether. I told you, lad, last night, I didn't like the
lookout, and I don't like it a bit better this morning,
except that I look to be dry and comfortable in another
hour. What's to come after that I don't quite see."</p>
<p>Frank was silent. The prospect, now that he understood
it, was unpleasant indeed. There they were with a disabled
and waterlogged boat, in the middle of a district submerged
for many miles, and surrounded beyond that by
fever-stricken swamps, while the prospect of any craft
happening to come along was remote indeed. For some
minutes he smoked his pipe in silence.</p>
<p>"You consider it impossible for us to make our escape
through the wood."</p>
<p>"Just unpossible, lad. We might make our way from
tree to tree, like a party of monkeys, but we should get to
creeks where we couldn't cross; we should be half our
time swimming. We could take no food to speak of
with us; we should get lost in the swamps, if ever we
got through the forest. No, lad; my present idea is
it is unpossible, though, if we detarmines at last there
ain't nothing else for us to do but to try for it, Hiram<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</SPAN></span>
Little ain't the man to die without making a hard fight
for his life; but I tell you, lad, I looks on it as unpossible.
You have been on these banks with me, and you know
how thick the trees and bushes grow, so that a snake
could hardly make his way through them. When the
river is at her level the ground ain't about a foot or two
out of water, and when the river falls—and it mayn't fall
to its level for weeks—it will just be a swamp of mud."</p>
<p>"Well, in that case," Frank said, "it seems to me that
our only chance is to repair the boat."</p>
<p>"That's just my idee, young fellow. There is a biggish
hole on each side, the ribs are smashed in, and a lot of
damage is done, but we could make a shift to mend it if
we could get her ashore; but there ain't no shore to get her
to, that's the mischief of it; besides, here we are stuck,
and if we were to cut away the tree to loose her she would
go straight to the bottom."</p>
<p>"Yes, we mustn't cut her loose before we are alongside
something. My idea is that if we first of all cut off all the
boughs that are above us, close to the trunk, that will make
a good deal of difference in the weight, and we should float
higher. Then, with hatchet and saw, we must get rid of
those below, taking a rope first to the trees and hauling
her closer and closer alongside them as we get rid of
the weight, till at last there is only the trunk and these
two great arms that have nipped her. I think that way
we might get alongside the trees."</p>
<p>"I reckon we might, lad. Yes, I don't see much
difficulty about that. And what shall we do when we
get there?"</p>
<p>"I should get under a big tree, like that one over there,
with that great arm stretching over the stream. We've<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</SPAN></span>
got plenty of ropes, and I should fasten them from her
bow and stern, and from her thwarts, tight to that arm
overhead. When I got her fixed, I would chop away
one of these arms that grip her, and let her float free. We
have no tackle that would be of any use in hoisting her,
but if we take the plug out of her bottom, she will empty
as the river sinks, and hang there. Once she is in the air
there will be no difficulty in patching her up."</p>
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<p>"That's a capital idee, young fellow," Hiram exclaimed,
giving Frank a mighty pat on the shoulder. "I do
believe it is to be done that way. I tell you, I did not
see my way out of this fix nohow, but you have hit
upon it, by gosh! Here, you darkies, get them axes and
saws out of the cabin, and clear away this forest."</p>
<p>An hour's work cleared away all the wood above water.
The sun was by this time well above the trees; the
negroes woke up to life and cheerfulness in its warmth,
and worked vigorously.</p>
<p>"Before we do anything more," Frank said, "I will
swim with a light line to that tree, and then haul the
tow-rope after me, and make it fast to it; it is possible
that when we cut away some of the other boughs the
whole affair may turn over and sink, but if the tow-rope
is fast we may be able to drag it alongside."</p>
<p>When the rope was attached to the tree, they proceeded
with their work. The two great arms were chopped
through just beyond the point at which the boat was
wedged, thus getting rid of the whole of the upper part
of the tree.</p>
<p>"She's free now," Hiram said. "Stand in the middle
of the boat, you boys; I can feel that a very little would
sway her over now."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>The bow sank some inches, and fully half the boat was
submerged.</p>
<p>"Now, you and I will get out at this end of the trunk,
lad, and tow her in, stern foremost."</p>
<p>They got within ten yards of the tree before she again
stuck, and it took them some hours' work to cut away
the branch which projected under water; but at last this
was done, and the boat was placed in position under the
arm of the great tree they had pitched upon, and a
number of ropes fastened firmly to the arm.</p>
<p>"Now we will have some dinner," Hiram said; "and
while Pete is cooking it we will get ashore with the saw
and cut the heads off some of these small trees, and fasten
them to this trunk, so as to make a sort of raft that we can
put all these tubs on. The ropes would never hold her with
her cargo on board. I reckon some of the sugar is spoilt;
but the boss always has good casks, and may be there ain't
much damage done. The rum is right enough, and I reckon
there won't be much spoilt except them bales of calico."</p>
<p>They worked hard, but it was late in the evening before
the raft was formed and the cargo all shifted into it.</p>
<p>"Now, we will just chop off this arm and free her,"
Hiram said, "and then we can stretch ourselves out for
the night. We have done a tidy day's work, I reckon,
and have arned our sleep."</p>
<p>The arm was chopped through, and the boat was freed
from the tree which had, in the first place, so nearly
destroyed it, but which, in the end, had proved their
means of safety. The raft was fastened alongside by a
rope, and the negroes betook themselves to it for the
night, while the two white men, as before, lay down to
sleep on the cabin-top.</p>
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