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bottoms after they had got away from the prairie farms. I shot this fellow and took him into camp.
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I took the axe and smashed in the door. I beat it and hacked it considerable a-doing it. I fetched the
pig in, and took him back nearly to the table and [...]

Then he dropped down and went to sleep again; but what he had been saying give me the very
idea I wanted. I says to myself, I can fix it now so nobody won’t think of following me.
About twelve o’clock we turned out and went along up the bank. The river was coming up pretty
fast, and [...]

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 [...]

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down on the bow of the skiff to rest. I thought it all over, and I reckoned I would walk off with the
gun and some lines, and take to the woods when I run away. I guessed I wouldn’t stay in one
place, but just tramp right across the country, mostly night times, and hunt and [...]

at last; I found an old rusty wood-saw without any handle; it was laid in between a rafter and the
clapboards of the roof. I greased it up and went to work. There was an old horse-blanket nailed
against the logs at the far end of the cabin behind the table, to keep the wind from blowing [...]

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down on the bow of the skiff to rest. I thought it all over, and I reckoned I would walk off with the
gun and some lines, and take to the woods when I run away. I guessed I wouldn’t stay in one
place, but just tramp right across the country, mostly night times, and hunt and [...]

at last; I found an old rusty wood-saw without any handle; it was laid in between a rafter and the
clapboards of the roof. I greased it up and went to work. There was an old horse-blanket nailed
against the logs at the far end of the cabin behind the table, to keep the wind from blowing [...]

you couldn’t find it if you didn’t know where it was.
He kept me with him all the time, and I never got a chance to run off. We lived in that old cabin,
and he always locked the door and put the key under his head nights. He had a gun which he had
stole, I reckon, [...]