Illustrations of the manners, customs, & condition of the North American Indians, Vol. 2 (of 2): With letters and notes, written during eight years of travel and adventure among the wildest and most remarkable tribes now existingCatlin, George
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Illustrations of the manners, customs, & condition of the North American Indians, Vol. 2 (of 2): With letters and notes, written during eight years of travel and adventure among the wildest and most remarkable tribes now existing
Catlin, George
Indians of North America
was no other mode; but at last found, to my great mortification and
_alarm_, that the canoe, having got so far from the shore, was more
in the wind, and travelling at a speed quite equal to my own; so that
the only safe alternative was to turn and make for the shore with
all possible despatch. This I did—and had but just strength to bring
me where my feet could reach the bottom, and I waded out with the
appalling conviction, that if I had swam one rod farther into the
stream, my strength would never have brought me to the shore; for it
was in the fall of the year, and the water so cold as completely to
have benumbed me, and paralyzed my limbs. I hastened to pick up my
clothes, which were dropped at intervals as I had run on the beach, and
having adjusted them on my shivering limbs, I stepped to the top of the
bank, and took a deliberate view of my little canoe, which was steadily
making its way to the other shore—with my gun, with my provisions and
fire apparatus, and sleeping apparel, all snugly packed in it.
“The river at that place is near a mile wide; and I watched the
mischievous thing till it ran quite into a bunch of willows on the
opposite shore, and out of sight. I walked the shore awhile, alone and
solitary as a Zealand penguin, when I at last sat down, and in one
minute passed the following resolves from premises that were before
me, and too imperative to be evaded or unappreciated ‘I am here on a
desolate island, with nothing to eat, and destitute of the means of
procuring anything; and if I pass the night, or half a dozen of them
here, I shall have neither fire or clothes to make me comfortable;
and nothing short of _having my canoe_ will answer me at all.’ For
this, the only alternative struck me, and I soon commenced upon it. An
occasional log or limb of drift wood was seen along the beach and under
the bank, and these I commenced bringing together from all quarters,
and some I had to lug half a mile or more, to form a raft to float
me up and carry me across the river. As there was a great scarcity
of materials, and I had no hatchet to cut anything; I had to use my
scanty materials of all lengths and of all sizes and all shapes, and
at length ventured upon the motley mass, with paddle in hand, and
carefully shoved it off from the shore, finding it just sufficient to
float me up. I took a seat in its centre on a bunch of barks which I
had placed for a seat, and which, when I started, kept me a few inches
above the water, and consequently dry, whilst my feet were resting on
the raft, which in most parts was sunk a little below the surface. The
only alternative was _to go_, for there was no more timber to be found;
so I balanced myself in the middle, and by reaching forward with my
paddle, to a little space between the timbers of my raft, I had a small
place to dip it, and the only one, in which I could make but a feeble
stroke—propelling me at a very slow rate _across_, as I was floating
rapidly _down_ the current.
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