That was all right as far asit went, but the tow-head warn’t sixty yards long, and theminute I flew bythe foot of it I shot out into the solid whitefog, and hadn’t no more idea which way I was going than adead man.Thinks I, it won’t do to paddle;first I know I’ll run intothe bank or a tow-head or something;I got to set still andfloat, and yet it’s mighty fidgety business to have to hold yourhands still at such a time.I whooped and listened.Away downthere, somewheres,I hears a small whoop, and up comes myspirits.I went tearing after it, listening sharp to hear it again.The next time it come, I see I warn’t heading for it but head-ing away to the right of it.And the next time, I was head-ing away to the left of it-and not gaining on it much, either, for I was flying around, this way and that and ’tother but it was going straight ahead all the time. 
　　I did wish the fool would think to beat a tin pan, and beatit all the time, but he never did, and it was the still placesbetween the whoops that was making the trouble for me.Well, I fought along, and directly I hears the whoops behind me.Iwas tangled good, now.That was somebody else’s whoop.orelse I was turned around.I throwed the paddle down.I heard the whoop again;itwas behind me yet, but in a different place;it kept coming, and kept changing its place, and I kept answering, till by-and-by it was in front of me again and I knowed the current hadswung the canoe’s head down stream and I was all right, ifthat was Jim and not some other raftsman hollering.I could-n’t tell nothing about voices in a fog, for nothing don’t looknatural nor sound natural in a fog.
　　The whooping went on, and in about a minute I come a boomingdown on a cut bank6 with smoky ghosts of big treeson it, and thecurrent throwed me off to the left and shot by, amongst a lot of snags that fairly roared, the current was tear-ing by them so swift.In another second or two it was solid white and still again.I set perfectly still, then, listening to my heart thump, and Ireckon I didn’t draw a breath while it thumped a hundred.I just give up, then.I knowed what the matter was.Thatcut bank was an island, and Jim had gone down ’tother sideof it.It
　　warn’t no tow-head, that you could float by in tenminutes.It had the big timber of a regular island;it mightbe five or six mile long and more than a half a mile wide.
　　I kept quiet, with my ears cocked, about fifteen minutes,Ireckon.I was floating along, of course, four or five mile anhour;but you don’t ever think of that.No, you feel like youare laying
　　dead still on the water;and if a little glimpse of a snap slips by, you don’t think to yourself how fast you’re go-ing, but you catch your breath and think my!how that snag’stearing along.lf
　　you think it ain’t dismal and lonesome outin a fog that way, by yourself, in the night, you try it once- you’ll see.
　　Next, for about a half an hour, I whoops now and then;atlast I hears the answer a loog ways off, and tries to follow it, but I couldn’t do it, and directly I judged I’d got into a nestof
　　towheads, for I had little dim glimpses of them on bothsides of me, sometimes just a narrow channel between;andsome that I couldn’t see, I knowed was there, because I’d hearthe wash of the current against the old dead brush and trashthat hung over the banks.Well, I warn’t long losing thewhoops, down amongst the towheads;and I only tried to chasethem a little while, anyway, because it was worse than chas-ing a Jack-o-lantern.You never knowed a sound dodge aroundso, and swap places so quick and so much.
　　I had to claw away from the bank pretty lively, four or fivetimes, to keep from knocking the islands out of the river;andso I judged the raft must be butting into the bank every nowand
　　then, or else it would get further ahead and clear out ofhearing-it was floating a little faster than what I was.
　　Well, I seemed to be in the open river again, by-and-by, butouldn’t hear no sign of a whoop nowheres.I reckonedJim had fetched up on a snag, maybe, and it was all up withhim.I was good and tired, so I laid down in the canoe andsaid I wouldn’t bother no more.I didn’t want to go to sleep, of course;but I was so sleepy I couldn’t help it;so I thoughtI would take just one little cat-nap.But I reckon it was more than a cat-nap, for when I wakedup the stars was shining bright, the fog was all gone, and Iwas spinning down a big bend stern first.First I didn’t knowwhere I was;I thought I was dreaming;and when things be-gun to come back to me, they seemed to come up dim out oflast week.
　　It was a monstrous big river here, with the tallest and thethickest kind of timber on both banks;just a solid wall, aswell as I could see, by the stars.I looked away down stream, and seen a blacK speck on the water.I took out after it;butwhen I got to it it warn’t nothing but a couple of saw-logsmade fast together.Then I see another speck, and chasedthat;then another,and this time I was right.It was the raft.