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come for us. The uproar was now very great, and 

 seeing one or two behind me, kicking up water at 

 us with an evidently contemptuous motion, I fully 

 expected we were going to have a scrimmage, and 

 resolved to shoot our impudent friend with the bul- 

 let head and shillelah the very first man. Just as 

 we were stepping into the boat, however, a little 

 man came pushing down through the crowd, whom 

 Ince and I recognized as Little Jacket, one of the 

 men we had seen two days before, and immedi- 

 ately made signs of recognition to him. He was 

 very busy talking to them about us and pushing 

 them back, pointing to our guns, and begging them, 

 apparently, to let us alone. The lead line having 

 been used as a stern fast, was left on the bank when 

 the boat shoved off, and one fellow was just picking 

 it up, when Ince presented his gun at him, on which 

 he dropped it and ran off. Every thing being now 

 in the boat except that, we dropped down for it, and 

 sent one hand to bring it off, when we shoved off 

 into the stream about twenty yards, and then came 

 to an anchor to change our clothes and get some- 

 thing to eat and drink. 



Having now leisure to look about us, we shortly 

 recognised several others of our old friends, and 

 among the rest my friend Thomas, who was orna- 

 mented or disguised with a broad band of red paint 

 across his cheeks and nose, and smeared over his 

 breast and body. We found now that there were 

 two tribes present ; that the first comers, who had 



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