Harriet L. Smith, Peggy Raymond's Vacation; Or, Friendly Terrace Transplanted
“ And when long after a silvery expanse shone ahead of him, he did not realize for the moment that his aimless wanderings had 301 brought him to Snake River. He stumbled on till he reached the edge of the stream and saw in the black shadow of the trees a dugout half filled with water. For the first time in his night of wandering, a vague purpose took shape in his throbbing brain.This was Snake River. And here was his boat awaiting him. He would take it and drift down the stream, meeting the men in the morning. ”
