THE NOTED RAFT-ROAT "SILVER WAVE" in 



time and kept on. We made the bends and other close 

 places all right but came to grief at the head of the 

 island nearly at the foot of the Slough, one corner 

 caught on the island and the opposite corner on the 

 stern caught the bar on the right and before we got the 

 wreck landed in the last right hand bend at least one- 

 fourth of our raft was floating off down the river. Then 

 a dense fog settled down on us that did not lift until 

 nine o'clock next morning. 



By this time the mate had "the remains" patched up 

 in good shape so the steamboat could handle backing, 

 floating or towing along slow. 



We had three skiff crews out catching and collecting 

 the loose logs, many of which grounded on shallow 

 places and had to be rolled to deeper water. 



Leaving my partner to stand my watch running the 

 nigger engine, I went with Captain Van Sant in one 

 skiff. We had with us a big, husky negro who was rid- 

 ing down river with us. We soon had him in the water 

 with a peavy and he did excellent work rolling off logs 

 that were aground while we caught and brailed them 

 together and towed them out to the raft when it came 

 along. The day was warm and calm, a fine day for our 

 purpose, and we cleaned up every log in sight as we 

 went along. 



We had no dinner, and it was 9 :oo P.M. when the boat 

 landed and we all gathered in. 



Joe Gallenor had a fine supper for us and we cer- 

 tainly enjoyed it and the sleep afterward. I don't know 

 who stood my watch that night, I was far away on the 

 billow. 



The next morning we started out again but we had 

 secured the bulk of our logs the first day. We rowed 



