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, and a side of bacon, ammunition, and a four-gallon jug of whisky, and an old
book and two newspapers for wadding, besides some tow. I toted up a load, and
went back and set down on the bow of the skiff to rest. I thought it all over,
and I reckoned I would walk off with the gun and some lines, and take to the
woods when I run away. I guessed I wouldn't stay in one place, but just tramp
right across the country, mostly night times, and hunt and fish to keep alive,
and so get so far away that the old man nor the widow couldn't ever find me
any more. I judged I would saw out and leave that night if pap got drunk enough,
and I reckoned he would. I got so full of it I didn't notice how long I was
staying till the old man hollered and asked me whether I.
