1 The mighty river lay like an ocean at rest.
2 Away up the river so, and not another house about.
3 I like the woods, and the river, and hogsheads, and I'll stick to 'em, too.'
4 The river was not high, so there was not more than a two or three mile current.
5 They moved up the river street three blocks, then turned to the left up a crossstreet.
6 The public were profoundly concerned; they searched high and low, they dragged the river for his body.
7 The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and then lay on their oars.
8 He rested again until the sun was well up and gilding the great river with its splendor, and then he plunged into the stream.
9 Shortly afterward they slipped out of the house in the deepening twilight, and moved toward the river with their precious box.
10 They got a posse together, and went off to guard the river bank, and as soon as it is light the sheriff and a gang are going to beat up the woods.
11 They gradually wandered apart, dropped into the "dumps," and fell to gazing longingly across the wide river to where the village lay drowsing in the sun.
12 A vagrant current or a slight rise in the river had carried off their raft, but this only gratified them, since its going was something like burning the bridge between them and civilization.
13 At home Tom learned of the Cardiff Hill event; also that the "ragged man's" body had eventually been found in the river near the ferry-landing; he had been drowned while trying to escape, perhaps.
14 A log raft in the river invited him, and he seated himself on its outer edge and contemplated the dreary vastness of the stream, wishing, the while, that he could only be drowned, all at once and unconsciously, without undergoing the uncomfortable routine devised by nature.
15 Under the ceaseless conflagration of lightning that flamed in the skies, everything below stood out in cleancut and shadowless distinctness: the bending trees, the billowy river, white with foam, the driving spray of spumeflakes, the dim outlines of the high bluffs on the other side, glimpsed through the drifting cloudrack and the slanting veil of rain.