we wade into the frigid water, heedless of my fear, to a fallen log that is at the river’s edge as if waiting for us. We heard a startling cry from the woods, we push off together, an unspoken bond, then floating fast away. I was looking back seeing no one in pursuit when the man said words I barely understood. “We need to get farther down river.” ~ from Dangers of The Wilderness, New York, 1755 by J.D. Holiday, in STORIES AND IMAGININGS FOR THE READING SPOT.