Pulp Fiction, 1874 · page 65 of 94
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ALL AFLOAT. 7 67 ee | CHAPTER XI. _ A STARTLING REVELATION, One fully acquainted with the nature of the “Mad Mis- souri,” a8 it has been aptly termed, will readily concede the possibility of such a remarkable freak as that we have re- corded in a preceding chapter——the sinking of the island on which the Big Horn Traders bad encamped. Instances are known where this eccentric stream has-cut its way across a large bend, a mile across, in a single day; and in one night, islands of more than an acre in area have disappeared. By the time the island, upon which our friends had en- camped, had sunk, the’ flat-boat upon which Foghorn Phil, Frank Bassett and Captain Rhymm had been carried away, had drifted about five rods below the island. The cries of the traders struggling in the water appealed Strongly to the heart of Phil, and launching the remaining canoe, he sprung _~hto it and started back to the assistance of those of his friends who had not been killed or drowned, Captain Rhymm and young Bassett were now alone upon the flatboat, and for the want of skill and strength, they were unable to turn the raft in to shore, as they made re- peated efforts to do, in hopes of rendering some assistance \o their friends. So they were compelled to remain aboard of the eraft, and wait in dire suspense for the result of the island disaster; and this information could only be obtained from some of.those behind, and from them they were EE further and further at‘each moment. “ Bassett,” said Captain Rhymm, in a tone of bitter disap- pointment and sadness, “I am afraid that the fate of the Big Horn Traders is sealed—that but few of the boys will survive that island disaster. And as we are near the mouth of the Milk river, we may now look out for trouble from the Milk River 'Fraders,” “Tt is a terrible ending of a pleasant trip, captain,” re- plied Bassett, “and even if I should escape the dangers yet nn \ : Conmiclooolks.c©