Summary

Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Snagged and Sunk — XVI. At the Bottom of the River (1888)

Indian River ran like a mill-sluice, and the current, strong at all times, became so turbulent and powerful, and its surface was so thickly covered with driftwood and trees that had been floated out of the lowlands, that canoe voyaging was not only difficult but dangerous as well. On one occasion I barely escaped being stove all to pieces. This frightened the squatter so that he gave up traveling by night, and took to the water only when he could see where he was going and what obstacles he had to encounter.
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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Snagged and Sunk — XVI. At the Bottom of the River (1888)

When Joe Wayring and his friends went home they might pass directly over me, and I would have no power to attract their attention, I knew Joe would miss me sometimes, but I wasn't so conceited as to think that he could not get another canoe that would more than fill my place. I thought of these things, and then I asked myself what had become of Matt Coyle. If he were a strong swimmer he might succeed in making a landing after the current had carried him a mile or so down the river, provided he could keep out of the way of the driftwood.
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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Snagged and Sunk — XVI. At the Bottom of the River (1888)

They were afraid of their brute of a father, and the cold chills crept all over them whenever they thought of the New London jail. They could not see the justice of being beaten or locked up for something they did not do, and the only recourse they had was to go to those whom they had been taught to regard as their enemies—the guides and the officers of the law. With the exception of his wife, the squatter's family had all turned against him. Her he found dozing over a fire on the bank of a cove. Without saying a word Matt walked up and showed her the valises.
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