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asy to stay under with so much clothing and my boots。 When I came up the second time I saw a piece of timber ahead of me and reached it and held on with one hand。 I kept my head behind it and did not even look over it。 I did not want to see the bank。 There were shots when I ran and shots when I came up the first time。 I heard them when I was almost above water。 There were no shots now。 The piece of timber swung in the current and I held it with one hand。 I looked at the bank。 It seemed to be going by very fast。 There was much wood in the stream。 The water was very cold。 We passed the brush of an island above the water。 I held onto the timber with both hands and let it take me along。 The shore was out of sight now。
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You do not know how long you are in a river when the current moves swiftly。 It seems a long time and it may be very short。 The water was cold and in flood and many things passed that had been floated off the banks when the river rose。 I was lucky to have a heavy timber to hold on to； and I lay in the icy water with my chin on the wood； holding as easily as I could with both hands。 I was afraid of cramps and I hoped we would move toward the shore。 We went down the river in a long curve。 It was beginning to be light enough so I could see the bushes along the shore…line。 There was a brush island ahead and the current moved toward the shore。 I wondered if I should take off my boots and clothes and try to swim ashore； but decided not to。 I had never thought of anything but that I would reach the shore some way； and I would be in a bad position if I landed barefoot。 I had to get to Mestre some way。
I watched the shore e close； then swing away； then e closer again。 We were floating more slowly。 The shore was very close now。 I could see twigs on the willow bush。 The timber swung slowly so that the bank was behind me and I knew we were in an eddy。 We went slowly around。 As I saw the bank again； very close now； I tried holding with one arm and kicking and swimming the timber toward the bank with the other； but I did not bring it any closer。 I was afraid we would move out of the eddy and； holding with one hand； I drew up my feet so they were against the side of the timber and shoved hard toward the bank。 I could see the brush； but even with my momentum and swimming as hard as I could； the current was taking me away。 I thought then I would drown because of my boots； but I thrashed and fought through the water； and when I looked up the bank was ing toward me； and I kept thrashing and swimming in a heavy…footed panic until I reached it。 I hung to the willow branch and did not have strength to pull myself up but I knew I would not drown now。 It had never occurred to me on the timber that I might drown。 I felt hollow and sick in my stomach and chest from the effort； and I held to the branches and waited。 When the sick feeling was gone I pulled into the willow bushes and rested again； my arms around some brush； holding tight with my hands to the branches。 Then I crawled out； pushed on through the willows and onto the bank。 It was halfdaylight and I saw no one。 I lay flat on the bank and heard the river and the rain。
After a while I got up and started along the bank。 I knew there was no bridge across the river until Latisana。 I thought I might be opposite San Vito。 I began to think out what I should do。 Ahead there was a ditch running into the river。 I went toward it。 So far I had seen no one and I sat down by some bushes along the bank of the ditch and took off my shoes and emptied them of water。 I took off my coat； took my wallet with my papers and my money all wet in it out of the inside pocket and then wrung the coat out。 I took off my trousers and wrung them too； then my shirt and under clothing。 I slapped and rubbed myself and then dressed again。 I had lost my cap。
Before I put on my coat I cut the cloth stars off my sleeves and put them in the inside pocket with my money。 My money was wet but was all right。 I counted it。 There were three thousand and some lire。 My clothes felt wet and clammy and I slapped my arms to keep the circulation going。 I had woven underwear and I did not think I would catch cold if I kept moving。 They had taken my pistol at the road and I put the holster under my coat。 I had no cape and it was cold in the rain。 I started up the bank of the canal。 It was daylight and the country was wet； low and dismal looking。 The fields were bare and wet； a long way away I could see a campanile rising out of the plain。 I came up onto a road。 Ahead I saw some troops ing down the road。 I limped along the side of the road and they passed me and paid no attention to me。 They were a machine…gun detachment going up toward the river。 I went on down the road。
That day I crossed the Venetian plain。 It is a low level country and under the rain it is even flatter。 Toward the sea there are salt marshes and very few roads。 The roads all go along the river mouths to the sea and to cross the country you must go along the paths beside the canals。 I was working across the country from the north to the south and had crossed two railway lines and many roads and finally I came out at the end of a path onto a railway line where it ran beside a marsh。 It was the main line from Venice to Trieste； with a high solid embankment； a solid roadbed and double track。 Down the tracks a way was a flag…station and I could see soldiers on guard。 Up the line there was a bridge over a stream that flowed into the marsh。 I could see a guard too at the bridge。 Crossing the fields to the north I had seen a train pass on this railroad； visible a long way across the flat plain； and I thought a train might e from Portogruaro。 I watched the guards and lay down on the embankment so that I could see both ways along the track。 The guard at the bridge walked a way up the line toward where flay； then turned and went back toward the bridge。 I lay； and was hungry； and waited for the train。 The one I had seen was so long that the engine moved it very slowly and I was sure I could get aboard it。 After I had almost given up hoping for one I saw a train ing。 The engine； ing straight on； grew larger slowly。 I looked at the guard at the bridge。 He was walking on the near side of the bridge but on the other side of the tracks。 That would put him out of sight when the train passed。 I watched the engine e nearer。 It was working hard。 I could see there were many cars。 I knew there would be guards on the train； and I tried to see where they were； but； keeping out of sight； I could not。 The engine was almost to where I was lying。 When it came opposite； working and puffing even on the level； and I saw the engineer pass； I stood up and stepped up close to the passing cars。 If the guards were watching I was a less suspicious object standing beside the track。 Several closed freight…cars passed。 Then I saw a low open car of the sort they call gondolas ing； covered with canvas。 I stood until it had almost passed； then jumped and caught the rear hand…rods and pulled up。 I crawled down between the gondola and the shelter of the high freight…car behind。 I did not think any one had seen me。 I was holding to the hand…rods and crouching low； my feet on the coupling。 We were almost opposite the bridge。 I remembered the guard。 As we passed him he looked at me。 He was a boy and his helmet was too big for him。 I stared at him contemptuously and he looked away。 He thought I had something to do with the train。
We were past。 I saw him still looking unfortable； watching the other cars pass and I stooped to see how the canvas was fastened。 It had grummets and was laced down at the edge with cord。 I took out my knife； cut the cord and put my arm under。 There were hard bulges under the canvas that tightened in the rain。 I looked up and ahead。 There was a guard on the freight…car ahead but he was looking forward。 I let go of the hand…rails and ducked under the canvas。 My forehead hit something that gave me a violent bump and I felt blood on my face but I crawled on in and lay flat。 Then I turned around and fastened down the canvas。
I was in under the canvas with guns。 They smelled cleanly of oil and grease。 I lay and listened to the rain on the canvas and the clicking of the car over the rails。 There was a little light came through and I lay and looked at the guns。 They had their canvas jackets on。 I thought they must have been sent ahead from the third army。 The bump on my forehead was swollen and I stopped the bleeding by lying still and letting it coagulate； then picked away the dried blood except over the cut。 It was nothing。 I had no handkerchief； but feeling with my fingers I washed away where the dried blood had been； with rainwater that dripped from the canvas； and wiped it clean with the sleeve of my coat。 I did not want to look conspicuous。 I knew I would have to get out before they got to Mestre because they would be taking care of these guns。 They had no guns to lose or forget about。 I was terrifically hungry。
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Lying on the floor of the flat…car with the guns beside me under the canvas I was wet； cold and very hungry。 Finally I rolled over and lay flat on my stomach with my head on my arms。 My knee was stiff； but it had been very satisfactory。 Valentini had d