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THE sun was up so high when I waked that I judged it was after eight o'clock.

I laid there in the grass and the cool shade thinking about things, and feeling rested and ruther comfortable and satisfied.I could see the sun out at one or two holes, but mostly it was big trees all about, and gloomy in there amongst them.There was freckled places on the ground where the light sifted down through the leaves, and the freckled places swapped about a little, showing there was a little breeze up there.A couple of squirrels set on a limb and jabbered at me very friendly.

I was powerful lazy and comfortable -- didn't want to get up and cook breakfast.Well, I was dozing off again when I thinks I hears a deep sound of "boom!" away up the river.I rouses up, and rests on my elbow and listens;pretty soon I hears it again.I hopped up, and went and looked out at a hole in the leaves, and I see a bunch of smoke laying on the water a long ways up -- about abreast the ferry.And there was the ferryboat full of people floating along down.I knowed what was the matter now."Boom!" Isee the white smoke squirt out of the ferryboat's side.You see, they was firing cannon over the water, trying to make my carcass come to the top.

I was pretty hungry, but it warn't going to do for me to start a fire, because they might see the smoke.So I set there and watched the cannon-smoke and listened to the boom.The river was a mile wide there, and it always looks pretty on a summer morning -- so I was having a good enough time seeing them hunt for my remainders if I only had a bite to eat.Well, then I happened to think how they always put quicksilver in loaves of bread and float them off, because they always go right to the drownded carcass and stop there.So, says I, I'll keep a lookout, and if any of them's floating around after me I'll give them a show.I changed to the Illinois edge of the island to see what luck I could have, and I warn't disappointed.Abig double loaf come along, and I most got it with a long stick, but my foot slipped and she floated out further.Of course I was where the current set in the closest to the shore -- I knowed enough for that.But by and by along comes another one, and this time I won.I took out the plug and shook out the little dab of quicksilver, and set my teeth in.It was "baker's bread" -- what the quality eat; none of your low-down corn-pone.

I got a good place amongst the leaves, and set there on a log, munching the bread and watching the ferryboat, and very well satisfied.And then something struck me.I says, now I reckon the widow or the parson or somebody prayed that this bread would find me, and here it has gone and done it.

So there ain't no doubt but there is something in that thing -- that is, there's something in it when a body like the widow or the parson prays, but it don't work for me, and I reckon it don't work for only just the right kind.

I lit a pipe and had a good long smoke, and went on watching.The ferryboat was floating with the current, and I allowed I'd have a chance to see who was aboard when she come along, because she would come in close, where the bread did.When she'd got pretty well along down towards me, I put out my pipe and went to where I fished out the bread, and laid down behind a log on the bank in a little open place.Where the log forked I could peep through.

By and by she come along, and she drifted in so close that they could a run out a plank and walked ashore.Most everybody was on the boat.Pap, and Judge Thatcher, and Bessie Thatcher, and Jo Harper, and Tom Sawyer, and his old Aunt Polly, and Sid and Mary, and plenty more.Everybody was talking about the murder, but the captain broke in and says:

"Look sharp, now; the current sets in the closest here, and maybe he's washed ashore and got tangled amongst the brush at the water's edge.Ihope so, anyway."

"I didn't hope so.They all crowded up and leaned over the rails, nearly in my face, and kept still, watching with all their might.I could see them first-rate, but they couldn't see me.Then the captain sung out:

"Stand away!" and the cannon let off such a blast right before me that it made me deef with the noise and pretty near blind with the smoke, and I judged I was gone.If they'd a had some bullets in, I reckon they'd a got the corpse they was after.Well, I see I warn't hurt, thanks to goodness.

The boat floated on and went out of sight around the shoulder of the island.

I could hear the booming now and then, further and further off, and by and by, after an hour, I didn't hear it no more.The island was three mile long.I judged they had got to the foot, and was giving it up.But they didn't yet a while.They turned around the foot of the island and started up the channel on the Missouri side, under steam, and booming once in a while as they went.I crossed over to that side and watched them.When they got abreast the head of the island they quit shooting and dropped over to the Missouri shore and went home to the town.

I knowed I was all right now.Nobody else would come a-hunting after me.I got my traps out of the canoe and made me a nice camp in the thick woods.I made a kind of a tent out of my blankets to put my things under so the rain couldn't get at them.I catched a catfish and haggled him open with my saw, and towards sundown I started my camp fire and had supper.

Then I set out a line to catch some fish for breakfast.

When it was dark I set by my camp fire smoking, and feeling pretty well satisfied; but by and by it got sort of lonesome, and so I went and set on the bank and listened to the current swashing along, and counted the stars and drift logs and rafts that come down, and then went to bed; there ain't no better way to put in time when you are lonesome; you can't stay so, you soon get over it.

And so for three days and nights.No difference -- just the same thing.