I was pretty sure I wouldn't have to die now.

I guess now you'd better look at the map I made, and then you'll see how
the creek came in the marshes and about where I was, when it began, to
rise.

Of course I didn't know where it came from or where it went, but I decided
to swim against the tide for two reasons. First I was afraid to go the
other way because it might just peter out, like most of those meadow
creeks do, and then I'd be in the marsh again. Oh, boy, safety first.
I'd had enough of marshes. Besides if I swam the other way it would be
deeper and wider and I'd be more likely to find a board or a log or
something and pretty soon I might come to solid shores.

But before I started I had another adventure. I took off my shoes and
stockings and everything except my underclothes. But of course, that
wasn't the adventure. It was a dandy adventure, but you have to wait,
and if it rains to-morrow so we can't go trailing, I'll write some more.
I think it'll rain to-morrow.




CHAPTER VII

WEETONKA, THE TERRIBLE CHIEF

OF course you can tell when you look at the map where the creek came
from. It came from Dutch Creek and Dutch Creek flows into the
Bridgeboro River, and Bridgeboro River rises in the northern part of