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, so I didn't go.  No high ground about Cairo, Jim said. I had forgot it.  We laid up for the day on a towhead tolerable close to the left-hand bank.  I begun to su****ion something.  So did Jim.  I says: “Maybe we went by Cairo in