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expended, sprinkled it with powder, and ate it, cold and 

 dry as it was. 



The almost impenetrable swamps and the wretched 

 weather, together with my long solitude, had con- 

 siderably cooled my shooting propensities, and I re- 

 solved to seek human society. To get clear of the 

 swamps as soon as possible, I directed my steps to the 

 north-east, towards the St. Francis river, in hopes of 

 finding letters from Cincinnati, or perhaps from home, 

 at Strong's post-office, as I had written for them to be 

 forwarded there. 



A few dry strips of land ran across the country from 

 north to south, the intermediate spaces being about a 

 foot or a foot and a half under water, with here and 

 there channels three or four feet deep. Worn out 

 and wretched as I felt from the frequent attacks of 

 ague, I had twice to swim through the icy water, but 

 the word " must " carried me through. In fact, I had 

 the choice of that or perishing in the swamp. The 

 first alternative was merely disagreeable, while the 

 latter was highly objectionable ; so I chose the former. 



I passed the night by a warm fire, at which I 

 roasted a turkey I had shot. It was at any rate an im- 

 provement on its predecessor, and my zither responded 

 through the forest to the voices of the owls and wolves. 



Next morning I resumed my north-east direction 

 with fresh strength, and was not a little surprised 

 about nine o'clock by a smell of smoke. Soon after- 

 wards I came on the fresh remains of a fire. The im- 

 pressions on the leaves showed clearly enough that 

 only one person had lain there, and that, he had lour 

 dogs with him. About twenty paces from the firo 



