unbroken line [run?] up the log and into doom with a steady and terrific undeviation. He had eaten nothing all day
[<i>margin</i>: His face too was mud-caked, a mask with cracked [nostrils?] in which the eyes rolled in reddened rims]
<and a>At sunset, <he illegible>
creeping [quietly along the creek?] <illegible> where he had spotted a frog, a cottonmouth moccasin slashed him across the forearm with a thick, sluggish
blow. It struck clumsily, leaving 2 long slashes across the black arm like two razor slashes, and half sprawled back, appearing for the moment
helpless with its own awkwardness and <rage> [outrage?]. "Olé, grandfather," he said. He touched its head and let it slash him again
across the arm, and again, with thick, [raking?] blows.

Moketubbe carried the shoes with him. He could not wear them long at a time in motion, even in the motion of the litter in which he was slung,
reclining, so they rested up a square of fawn hide upon his stomach, the cracked frail shoes <with their> a little shapeless now, with their
scaled patent leather surfaces and <buckled tongues> buckleless tongues and scarlet heels - the supine, obese <man borne by steady
relays> shape just barely alive, carried <[borne?] by steady relays of [limber?] men> through swamp and brier by <steady> swinging relays of men <who, [illegible]
seeking constantly all day for the shoes and the [illegible], that did not think at all about the dead [father?], or said nothing at least> who bore
steadily all day for the crime and its result and its object in the business of the slain.
<i>margin</i>: To Moketubbe it must have been like being borne immortal thru hell by doomed spirits who, <had contemplated> alive, had contemplated his disaster and, dead, were oblivious partners to his damnation]