I thought may be another river run out from there. And
just to see if I could see any river I run to the point. When I
got to the point, I seeing a small boat within 100 yards from me;
and, of course, to make sure, I run to see it, thinking it would
come handy to me and I could sail to the post.
Before I came near it, a child screamed out nearly opposite of me
in the bush. I cannot tell how I felt. I just run the direction I
heard the sound. The next, the roof of a house I saw. Then I came
on a trail. I saw a girl with a child outside of the door. As
soon as she saw me she run in and a woman came out. I sung out to
her before I came to her. Meeting me she looked so scared. Then I
shook hands with her, and told her where I came from. She took me
in the house and told me to sit down. But I was--well I could not
say how I was and how glad I was.
After I had some tea and bread, I went for my little bundle and the
partridges I shot. When I got back, a bed was fixed up for me and
a shift of dry clothes. She did not know what to think of me when
first seeing me, and also being all wet and nearly barefooted. She
was the wife of Donald Blake.
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