Who Goes There? by Blackwood Ketcham Benson
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comrade, I could not find it in my heart to desert him, especially since
he showed such determination to save himself. Besides, I knew that he was quick-witted and country-bred; and I had great hope that he would prove more of a help than a hindrance. We followed a few stragglers who had passed us and were now running up the creek seeking a crossing. The stream was shallow, but the banks were high, and in most places steep. Men were crossing at almost all points. Slowly following the hurrying groups of twos and threes who had outstripped us, we found at length, a place that seemed fordable for Willis. It was where a small branch emptied into the creek; and by getting into the branch, above its mouth, and following its course, we should be able to cross the creek. "Lord! I am thirsty," said Willis; "but look how they have muddied the branch; it's as bad as the creek." "That water wouldn't do us any good," I replied. "No," said he; "it would make us sick." "But what else can we do?" "Let's go up the branch, a little," said he. All sounds in our rear had long since died away. The sun was yet shining, but in the thick forest it was cool and almost dark. I hoped that water, food, and a little rest would do us more good than harm--that time would be saved, in effect. |
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