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the branch firmly while I climbed down it and re- 

 turned. Then we went ashore and had the delayed 

 laugh out. Lewis told me how it felt to be under 

 water and vainly butting one's head against a roof 

 of logs. Later when we parted, he wrung my hand 

 and told me this : " Put her thar, Canady. I ain't 

 the feller to forget bein' snaked outen a scrape like 

 that. Ef it's a go, we'll hunt pardners this fall an' 

 trap her out till spring." And we did. 



