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At this point where I got ashore, I was more than glad, but the
other branch yet to cross. I came to the branch and followed it up
quite a bit. This branch is much larger than the first. It was
very hard to get wood to make a raft. No drift. I managed to
shove some half rotten stumps down. It took me some time to get
enough for my raft, and not a stitch dry about me, just wringing
wet, and would not make a fire till I got across the other branch.
I built my raft on newly frozen ice, just near the open stream, and
then broke the ice around and with a long pole worked my way
across. This raft was much larger than the first, and out of the
water where I stood. Oh! but I was so proud of that raft, and
talking to myself all the time, and telling myself what a fine raft
it was, and I was so proud of my raft. I got across safe and
without much trouble after all.
It was nearly sunset. I thought I'd better make my fire and found
I was nearly safe. I would dry up and make a good early start in
the morning, and would nearly get to the post the next day. I
picked out a place for the night, and shot three partridges right
there. It was near a point where I was and round the point run a
deep bay.
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