wanted to go in the free States. He said twenty mile more warn't far for the raft to go, but he wished we was already there. Towards daybreak we ****, and Jim was mighty particular about hiding the raft good.  Then he worked all day fixing things in bundles, and getting all ready to quit rafting. That night about ten we hove in sight of the lights of a town away down in a left-hand bend. I went off in the canoe to ask about it.  Pretty soon I found a man out in the river with a skiff, setting a trot-line.  I ranged up and says: “Mister, is that town Cairo?” “Cairo? no.  You must be a blame' fool.” “What town is it, mister?” “If you want to know, go and find out.  If you stay here botherin' around me for about a half a minute longer you'll get something you won't want.” I paddled to the raft.  Jim was awful disappointed, but I said never mind, Cairo would be the next place, I reckoned. We p****ed another town before daylight, and I was going out again; but it was high ground,