After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or three hours the shores was black - no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock - the first one that showed again meant morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to the main shore - it was only two hundred yards - and paddled about a mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get some berries.

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