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ddress； leastways； if I didn't； it was in his bag on the brown mule。 And tell her I done my best。〃
'The water was so clear one could see every crack in the rock beneath。 Fortunately； I took the precaution to strip to my shirt； fastened everything； even my socks； to the saddle； then advanced cautiously ahead of William to the brink of the chasm。 We were； in fact； upon the edge of a precipice。 One could see to an inch where the gulf began。 As my mare stepped into it I slipped off my saddle； when she rose I laid hold of her tail； and in two or three minutes should have been safe ashore。
'Looking back to see how it had fared with William； I at once perceived his danger。 He had clasped his mule tightly round the neck with his arms； and round the body with his long legs。 She was plunging violently to get rid of her load。 Already the pair were forty or fifty yards below me。 Instantly I turned and swam to his assistance。 The struggles of the mule rendered it dangerous to get at him。 When I did so he was partially dazed； his hold was relaxed。 Dragging him away from the hoofs of the animal； I begged him to put his hands on my shoulders or hips。 He was past any effort of the kind。 I do not think he heard me even。 He seemed hardly conscious of anything。 His long wet hair plastered over the face concealed his features。 Beyond stretching out his arms； like an infant imploring help； he made no effort to save himself。
'I seized him firmly by the collar； … unfortunately； with my right hand； leaving only my left to stem the torrent。 But how to keep his face out of the water？ At every stroke I was losing strength； we were being swept away； for him； to hopeless death。 At length I touched bottom； got both hands under his head； and held it above the surface。 He still breathed； still puffed the hair from his lips。 There was still a hope； if I could but maintain my footing。 But； alas！ each instant I was losing ground … each instant I was driven back； foot by foot； towards the gulf。 The water； at first only up to my chest； was now up to my shoulders； now up to my neck。 My strength was gone。 My arms ached till they could bear no more。 They sank involuntarily。 William glided from my hands。 He fell like lead till his back lay stretched upon the rock。 His arms were spread out； so that his body formed a cross。 I paddled above it in the clear； smooth water； gazing at his familiar face； till two or three large bubbles burst upon the surface； then； hardly knowing what I was doing； floated mechanically from the trapper's grave。
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'My turn was now to come。 At first； the right； or western； bank being within sixty or seventy yards； being also my proper goal； I struck out for it with mere eagerness to land as soon as possible。 The attempt proved unsuccessful。 Very well； then； I would take it quietly … not try to cross direct； but swim on gently； keeping my head that way。 By degrees I got within twenty yards of the bank； was counting joyfully on the rest which a few more strokes would bring me； when … wsh … came a current； and swept me right into the middle of the stream again。
'I began to be alarmed。 I must get out of this somehow or another； better on the wrong side than not at all。 So I let myself go； and made for the shore we had started from。
'Same fate。 When well over to the left bank I was carried out again。 What！ was I too to be drowned？ It began to look like it。 I was getting cold； numb； exhausted。 And … listen！ What is that distant sound？ Rapids？ Yes； rapids。 My flannel shirt stuck to； and impeded me； I would have it off。 I got it over my head； but hadn't unbuttoned the studs … it stuck； partly over my head。 I tugged to tear it off。 Got a drop of water into my windpipe； was choking； tugged till I got the shirt right again。 Then tried floating on my back … to cough and get my breath。 Heard the rapids much louder。 It was getting dark now。 The sun was setting in glorious red and gold。 I noticed this； noticed the salmon rolling like porpoises around me； and thought of William with his rod。 Strangest of all； for I had not noticed her before； little Cream was still struggling for dear life not a hundred yards below me； sometimes sinking； sometimes reappearing； but on her way to join her master； as surely as I thought that I was。
'In my distress； the predominant thought was the loneliness of my fate； the loneliness of my body after death。 There was not a living thing to see me die。
'For the first time I felt； not fear； but loss of hope。 I could only beat the water with feeble and futile splashes。 I was completely at its mercy。 And … as we all then do … I prayed … prayed for strength； prayed that I might be spared。 But my strength was gone。 My legs dropped powerless in the water。 I could but just keep my nose or mouth above it。 My legs sank； and my feet … touched bottom。
'In an instant； as if from an electric shock； a flush of energy suffused my brain and limbs。 I stood upright in an almost tranquil pool。 An eddy had lodged me on a sandbank。 Between it and the land was scarcely twenty yards。 Through this gap the stream ran strong as ever。 I did not want to rest； I did not pause to think。 In I dashed； and a single spurt carried me to the shore。 I fell on my knees； and with a grateful heart poured out gratitude for my deliverance。
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'I was on the wrong side； the side from which we started。 The river was yet to cross。 I had not tasted food since our early meal。 How long I had been swimming I know not； but it was dark now； starlight at least。 The nights were bitterly cold； and my only clothing a wet flannel shirt。 And oh！ the craving for companionship； someone to talk to … even Samson。 This was a stronger need than warmth； or food； or clothing； so strong that it impelled me to try again。
'The poor sandy soil grew nothing but briars and small cactuses。 In the dark I kept treading on the little prickly plants； but I hurried on till I came in sight of Samson's fire。 I could see his huge form as it intercepted the comfortable blaze。 I pictured him making his tea； broiling some of William's trout； and spreading his things before the fire to dry。 I could see the animals moving around the glow。 It was my home。 How I yearned for it！ How should I reach it； if ever？ In this frame of mind the attempt was irresistible。 I started as near as I could from opposite the two islands。 As on horseback； I got pretty easily to the first island。 Beyond this I was taken off my feet by the stream； and only with difficulty did I once more regain the land。
My next object was to communicate with Samson。 By putting both hands to my mouth and shouting with all my force I made him hear。 I could see him get up and come to the water's edge； though he could not see me； his stentorian voice reached me plainly。 His first words were：
'〃Is that you； William？ Coke is drowned。〃
'I corrected him； and thus replied：
'〃Do you remember a bend near some willows； where you wanted to cross yesterday？〃
'〃Yes。〃
'〃About two hours higher up the r