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"I think I can furnish the pilot," I replied. "Your steamer draws too much water for Black Creek, or I suppose you would run up to Middleburg in her. A great many parties make this excursion." "I don't know that I ever heard of Black Creek before," I replied, wondering that Cornwood had not mentioned it.
For two hours it poured, and then the sun came out, and brightened up the dripping scene. "I found this rifle in the woods," said Washburn, taking the piece from his state-room, where he had put it when he came in. "That was the one with which Griffin Leeds fired at me," I replied. "I forgot all about it, and left it on the ground. Whose is it?" He showed it to several, and at last to Cornwood.
"I am glad there is some one besides myself who has an opinion on the subject," said Washburn. "Cornwood was in Captain Boomsby's rumhole when I came down stairs after the row in the attic," I added, watching the face of my friend to notice the effect of this announcement. "That's the best place for him; only this fellow will do a piece of treachery better than Boomsby can.
The native guides and sportsmen said we were going off on a "wild goose chase"; to which Cornwood replied that he should catch the goose and bring him back to Enterprise. I rather liked his pluck, and determined to do the best I could to make the enterprise a success.
Cornwood found bail for the culprit, and he was released. "I suppose he can return to his duties on board of the steamer," said the waiter's counsel. "No, sir; I would not tolerate such a man on board any more than I would a rattlesnake," I replied.
"Dey allus run away when dey can, dem moccasins do; but dey spring at folks, and bite when dey git cornered. Awful bad snake, sah. Wuss'n a rattlesnake. Bite kill a man, suah." When I left the saloon, I walked with Cornwood to the post-office.
Cornwood began to discharge his duties as guide as soon as we were on shore; but a considerable portion of the party were familiar with the island, and he did not have a large audience. "This shell road," said he, as we left the wharf, "is the beginning of Edgewood Avenue, which is two miles and a half long. At the farther end of it is the hotel."
When we were in the street, he volunteered the opinion that Captain Boomsby was the greatest scoundrel in Jacksonville; and without going into the comparative merits of the question, I was not disposed to dispute the point. Cornwood seemed to feel relieved after he had expressed this opinion, and the subject was dropped.
Cornwood. When we came up from dinner I found Owen smoking his cigar on the forecastle. My passenger asked Cornwood a question, and they were soon engaged in conversation in regard to Florida. Taking the port boat, with Ben Bowman and Hop Tossford, I left the steamer. I did not even take the trouble to tell the Floridian where I was going.
"There is a friend of yours, Captain Garningham," said Cornwood, as he pointed to a log, one end of which was submerged in the creek. On the log, coiled up, with his head in the middle and resting on one of the folds of his body, was a moccasin snake just like the one I had seen in the attic room of Captain Boomsby's house. "Mercy!" exclaimed Miss Margie. "It is a snake!
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