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against the end of the log endeavored to push the boat away from the log when quick as thought it capsized as it turned over it caught on to the log and climbing on it took hold of the willows to steady myself and looked down on the hopeless wreck of my unclear. Here strange to say a dozen ludicrous thoughts flashed across my mind. I thought of the time Don Quixote and Sancho Panza were wrecked at the mills. And I laughed heartily at the thought of being the subject of a comic sketch by "our special artist on the spot." After these sportive? ideas were passed I began to reflect seriously on my condition. I took my haversack and blanket and hung them on the willow which was a very foolish move as they might have led to my discovery before the next night. The proper way would have been to throw them in the river. I had Ned's picture, a Testament, and my diary. I took them out of my pocket and raised my unclear to throw but stopped, reflected, and returned them to my pocked. I then looked