1 Twas not from sickness' shots.
2 I shot this fellow and took him into cam.
3 Well, I let go all holts then, like I was shot.
4 Every time one of them showed himself on the river side of the woodpile he got shot at.
5 I shot head-first off of the bank like a frog, clothes and all on, and struck out for the canoe.
6 I had my gun along, but I hadn't shot nothing; it was for protection; thought I would kill some game nigh home.
7 We shot a water-fowl now and then that got up too early in the morning or didn't go to bed early enough in the evening.
8 I shot past the head at a ripping rate, the current was so swift, and then I got into the dead water and landed on the side towards the Illinois shore.
9 About this time I mighty near stepped on a good-sized snake, and it went sliding off through the grass and flowers, and I after it, trying to get a shot at it.
10 That sounded pretty reasonable, so I didn't say no more; but I couldn't keep from studying over it and wishing I knowed who shot the man, and what they done it for.
11 She showed me a bar of lead twisted up into a knot, and said she was a good shot with it generly, but she'd wrenched her arm a day or two ago, and didn't know whether she could throw true now.
12 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.
13 The whooping went on, and in about a minute I come a-booming down on a cut bank with smoky ghosts of big trees on it, and the current throwed me off to the left and shot by, amongst a lot of snags that fairly roared, the currrent was tearing by them so swift.
14 Jim lit out, and was a-coming for me with both arms spread, he was so full of joy; but when I glimpsed him in the lightning my heart shot up in my mouth and I went overboard backwards; for I forgot he was old King Lear and a drownded A-rab all in one, and it most scared the livers and lights out of me.