Then, one morning,justafter it was light,I found a littlecanoe,so I got into it and went over tothe side of the river.
Jimsaid,'Why don't you wear the old dressand the hat that we found in the house?
The police found theburned car and thought I was dead.
'I think I've found someone,'shewas saying.
Six months later, in April 1890, I found him dead in bed.
