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Text for Page 178 [10-28-1853]

              had noticed a long, low lying sand bad; and now dimly the desired shore
loomed towards us.    We might have been within fifty yards, and one of
the boatman was saying jestingly, in reply to Keene Richards, �By God
I think the water is coming in!� when the boat began to fill rapidly.
Over ankles, and mid leg high about instantaneously!    One fellow dropped
his oar.  �Row! row � quick!� said Maurice Keene, and they put
out their strength � they were rowing for life, and knew it!   The move-
ment and oscillation of the boat had shipped a great deal of water, from 
the crevice, scarcely an inch from the water level, the water was now rushing
in fast, and did the weight of it sink us below the line of that fatal
crack, we should go down in fifty feet water, like a stone.   Kellam
seized a tin vessel kept for the purpose and commence baling.    I did the
like with my hat, but a cry warns me that the oscillation caused by the move-
ment more than counterbalances the good.   So I sit still.   I comprehended
the full horror of the position.    I had on the india rubber suit, big loose
leggings which would have instantaneously filled with water, and drag-
ged me down, despite all swimming, I knew the water was deep and
deathly cold, and strong currents running; the shore steep and muddy;
and it was night; no human sight or sound near.     But just as the
boat fills we run in shore, � thirty seconds longer would have drowned
us all!      The Boatmen were horrible scared � they knew the escape
they�d had from the terrible Mississippi, � one shook all over.   Getting
out our drenched baggage, we clambered under the trunk of an monstrous
fallen tree, up a steep sandy, muddy bank, and into some dark
fields.  Here leaving baggage at the corner of a fence, we pushed on,
along a broad road, made in a wide open space.   Pursuing this for
a mile, we passing two gates, came at length to the house, all embosomed
in trees.   Noiselessly opening the gate, for they wished to surprise their
friends, they stole up to the door.   Keene Richards went off to effect a               
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