1 I hain't seen no fog, nor no islands, nor no troubles, nor nothing.
2 Well, the night got gray and ruther thick, which is the next meanest thing to fog.
3 I couldn't tell nothing about voices in a fog, for nothing don't look natural nor sound natural in a fog.
4 Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over them.
5 But I reckon it was more than a cat-nap, for when I waked up the stars was shining bright, the fog was all gone, and I was spinning down a big bend stern first.
6 That was all right as far as it went, but the towhead warn't sixty yards long, and the minute I flew by the foot of it I shot out into the solid white fog, and hadn't no more idea which way I was going than a dead man.
7 Well, the second night a fog begun to come on, and we made for a towhead to tie to, for it wouldn't do to try to run in a fog; but when I paddled ahead in the canoe, with the line to make fast, there warn't anything but little saplings to tie to.
8 The lot of towheads was troubles we was going to get into with quarrelsome people and all kinds of mean folks, but if we minded our business and didn't talk back and aggravate them, we would pull through and get out of the fog and into the big clear river, which was the free States, and wouldn't have no more trouble.