Face to face with the law of God

We found the abandoned boat half-submerged, resting against the riverbank. It wasn't really much of a boat, more like a small box frame with a leaky bottom. But it came "complete," with two plank seats, a broken paddle, and an old can for bailing out the water. To a twelve-year-old boy, this could only mean one thing—adventure.

My cousin and I had always wanted to explore the other side of the river. Now we had a way to do it; the tide was slack and the river calm. We shoved off.

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