It seemed kind of, you know, like an army coming to rescue me, slow but sure, and pretty soon I was swimming around, and oh, didn't I feel good! All of a sudden like, there was a little river there and it kept getting deeper and wider and I knew it began away out in the ocean and it seemed as if it was picking its way all the way up into these marshes, to give me a chance to do what every scout knows how to do--swim.
Of course I was saved, but I didn't know how far I'd have to swim, only I was pretty sure I wouldn't have to die now.
I guess now you'd better look at the map I made, and then you'll see how the creek came in the marshes and about where I was, when it began, to rise.
Of course I didn't know where it came from or where it went, but I decided to swim against the tide for two reasons.

First I was afraid to go the other way because it might just peter out, like most of those meadow creeks do, and then I'd be in the marsh again.

Oh, boy, safety first.
I'd had enough of marshes.

Besides if I swam the other way it would be deeper and wider and I'd be more likely to find a board or a log or something and pretty soon I might come to solid shores.
But before I started I had another adventure.

I took off my shoes and stockings and everything except my underclothes.