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I was glad the way it come out , too , because crabapples ai n't ever good , and the p ` simmons would n't be ripe for two or three months yet . We shot a water-fowl now and then that got up too early in the morning or did n't go to bed early enough in the evening . Take it all round , we lived pretty high . The fifth night below St. Louis we had a big storm after midnight , with a power of thunder and lightning , and the rain poured down in a solid sheet . We stayed in the wigwam and let the raft take care of itself . When the lightning glared out we could see a big straight river ahead , and high , rocky bluffs on both sides . By and by says I , `` Hel-LO , Jim , looky yonder ! ''