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Clay's face plainly expressed the dismay he felt as he bent over the gunwale and looked downward in the growing light of the morning. The Rambler lay in a bed of soft, oozy mud, with harder ground between her and the "tow-head."
"I presume," Alex. said, "that the people of this country will be glad to see that the river lowered in the night! So