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Nascent Drama

I judged he didn't know nothing about what he had been doing, so I says:
 
"Somebody tried to get in, so I was laying for him."
 
"Well, I tried to, but I couldn't; I couldn't budge you."
 
Don't stand there palavering all day, but out with you and see if there's a fish on the lines for breakfast.
 
He unlocked the door, and I cleared out up the river-bank.
 
I noticed some pieces of limbs and such things floating down, and a sprinkling of bark; so I knowed the river had begun to rise.
 
I reckoned I would have great times now if I was over at the town.
 
The June rise used to be always luck for me; because as soon as that rise begins here comes cordwood floating down, and pieces of log rafts -- sometimes a dozen logs together; so all you have to do is to catch them and sell them to the wood-yards and the sawmill.
 
I went along up the bank with one eye out for pap and t'other one out for what the rise might fetch along.
 
Well, all at once here comes a canoe; just a beauty, too, about thirteen or fourteen foot long, riding high like a duck.
 
I shot head-first off of the bank like a frog, clothes and all on, and struck out for the canoe.
 
I just expected there'd be somebody laying down in it, because people often done that to fool folks, and when a chap had pulled a skiff out most to it they'd raise up and laugh at him.
 
It was a drift-canoe sure enough, and I clumb in and paddled her ashore.
 
Thinks I, the old man will be glad when he sees this -- she's worth ten dollars.
 
But when I got to shore pap wasn't in sight yet, and as I was running her into a little creek like a gully, all hung over with vines and willows, I struck another idea: I judged I'd hide her good, and then, 'stead of taking to the woods when I run off, I'd go down the river about fifty mile and camp in one place for good, and not have such a rough time tramping on foot.
 
It was pretty close to the shanty, and I thought I heard the old man coming all the time; but I got her hid; and then I out and looked around a bunch of willows, and there was the old man down the path a piece just drawing a bead on a bird with his gun.
 
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