CHAPTER XXXV.

A rainy season soon set in; the streams were overflowing, and the road

became bad and hard, to travel. On arriving at the Ogeechee river at

Summertown I found that it had deborted its banks and was at least a

quarter of a mile wide. I struck camp, waiting for the water to recede.

The following day Geo. W. Kelley drove in sight. He also had a load of

five bales of cotton and he struck camp. But it continued to rain and

the river instead of receding became wider and deeper. The cotton market

was declining rapidly and we were anxious to reach the market. I

suggested to Mr. Kelley that I would take the tallest of the mules and

sound the width of the current. The mule walked in the water up to the

banks, neck deep, when he began to swim, I guided him when again he

struck foothold. I rode to the end of the water, in parts only breast

deep. I retraced my steps and reported my investigation. We held counsel

together and concluded that by using prolongs we could hitch the eight

mules to one wagon and while the rear mules would be in mid stream the

front ones would be on terra firma and pull the team across. We sent to

Mr. Coleman who lived close by, for ropes. We cut saplings, laid them

on top of each wagon, fastened the ends tight to the wagon body so as to

prevent the current from washing off any of the cotton while the wagon

would be submerged in midstream during the crossing. Our plan proved to

be a successful one, and thus we forded the Ogeechee river without the

least accident. We repeated the same tactics for the remaining wagon. We

reached Savannah in due time, sold the cotton and bought merchandise for

other parties, and I received pay going and coming. On returning I

concluded to cross the river by the upper route, at Jenkins Ferry, to

avoid recrossing the river as per previous method. We struck camp at

dark close to the river bank. I told Perry to feed and water the team

while I would examine the ferry flat. Presently Mr. Stetson from

Milledgeville, drove up and also struck camp. I considered the flat a

very shabby and a dangerous affair to cross on with a heavy load and so

reported, but Mr. Stetson thought it all right. The following morning at

break of day the ferryman was on hand as per arrangements that evening.

Stetson and his men hurried up so as to get across first and thus gain

time. My man Perry also hurried faster than was his wont to do, for he

was usually slow in his movements, when I cautioned him to take his

time and go slow and let the other wagon cross first. It was well that I

did so, for the flat went down nearly midstream, and if the front mules

had not had foot hold in time the whole business would have drowned.

Stetson's damage in merchandise was considerable. He was loaded with

salt, cutlery and general merchandise. When I saw that no personal

damage was done I bid them good bye to take another route by a twenty

mile detour, via. Louisville, and crossed the river at Fenn's Bridge.

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