Our breakfast over, Uncle Eb made me promise to stay with Fred and the basket while he went away to find a man who could row us across.  In about an hour I heard a boat coming and the dog and I went out on the point of rocks where we saw Uncle Eb and another man, heading for us, half over the cove.  The bow bumped the rocks beneath us in a minute.  Then the stranger dropped his oars and stood staring at me and the dog.

‘Say, mister,’ said he presently, ’can’t go no further.  There’s a reward offered fer you an’ thet boy.’

Uncle Eb called him aside and was talking to him a long time.

I never knew what was said, but they came at last and took us into the boat and the stranger was very friendly.

When we had come near the landing on the ‘York State’ side, I remember he gave us our bearings.

‘Keep t’ the woods,’ he said, ‘till you’re out o’ harm’s way.  Don’t go near the stage road fer a while.  Ye’ll find a store a little way up the mountain.  Git yer provisions there an’ about eighty rod farther ye’ll strike the trail.  It’ll take ye over the mountain north an’ t’ Paradise Road.  Then take the white church on yer right shoulder an’ go straight west.’

I would not have remembered it so well but for the fact that Uncle Eb wrote it all down in his account book and that has helped me over many a slippery place in my memory of those events.  At the store we got some crackers and cheese, tea and coffee, dried beef and herring, a bit of honey and a loaf of bread that was sliced and buttered before it was done up.  We were off in the woods by nine o’clock, according to Uncle Eb’s diary, and I remember the trail led us into thick brush where I had to get out and walk a long way.  It was smooth under foot, however, and at noon we came to a slash in the timber, full of briars that were all aglow with big blackberries.  We filled our hats with them and Uncle Eb found a spring, beside which we built a fire and had a memorable meal that made me glad of my hunger.

Then we spread the oilcloth and lay down for another sleep.  We could see the glow of the setting sun through the tree-tops when we woke, and began our packing.

‘We’ll hev t’ hurry,’ said Uncle Eb, ‘er we’ll never git out o’ the woods t’night ’S ‘bout six mile er more t’ Paradise Road, es I mek it.  Come, yer slower ‘n a toad in a tar barrel.’

We hurried off on the trail and I remember Fred looked very crestfallen with two big packages tied to his collar.  He delayed a bit by trying to shake them off, but Uncle Eb gave him a sharp word or two and then he walked along very thoughtfully.  Uncle Eb was a little out of patience that evening, and I thought he bore down too harshly in his rebuke of the old dog.

‘You shif’less cuss,’ he said to him, ‘ye’d jes’ dew nothin’ but chase squirrels an’ let me break my back t’ carry yer dinner.’

It was glooming fast in the thick timber, and Uncle Eb almost ran with me while the way was plain.  The last ringing note of the wood thrush had died away and in a little while it was so dark I could distinguish nothing but the looming mass of tree tranks.