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this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
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this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
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this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
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this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
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this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
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this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
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this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
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this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
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this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 10.3
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this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 10.3
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| 300
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this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 10.3
| 66.584773
| 300
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1,111
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|
this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 10.3
| 66.584773
| 300
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this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 10.3
| 66.584773
| 300
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this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 10.3
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this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 10.3
| 66.584773
| 300
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this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 10.3
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| 300
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this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
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| 66.584773
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|
1,117
| 5,776
|
this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 10.3
| 66.584773
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|
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|
this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 10.3
| 66.584773
| 300
| 59.17603
| 0.742574
| 0.259747
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|
1,119
| 5,776
|
this event occurred roughly two years ago when i was a 13/14 year old messing around in school, like most kids do.
to set the scene, i was sat in my history lesson and someone had made one of those paper fortune teller things.
i was assigned the chief role of decorating said fortune teller. now as the immature 13/14 year old i was, i immediately set away at writing and drawing all the obscenities and phallic images that popped into my mind, whilst my teacher (who for some reason seemed to like me more than most of the other kids) rambled on about the slave trade.
now, i was so immersed in my drawings, i neglected to keep an eye on my teacher and to make sure i wasn't caught not paying attention. at some point the class went silent and i realised the teacher was stood over me and my 'artwork'. she held her hand out for the paper, and at this point i knew i was fucked...
the whole class watched the teacher take the paper and she opened it on a random section, being the lucky guy i am it happened to be on a drawing of the veiniest, fattest dick imaginable. she asked me what this meant, and in my state of complete embarrassment, all i could utter were those fateful words which still haunt me to this day:"that means you're a cock. a trip to the heads office and a phone call home resulted in me being suspended from school for a week, and never having the same experience in those history lessons again...
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 10.3
| 66.584773
| 300
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 7.8
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| 1,422
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 7.8
| 95.678308
| 1,422
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 7.8
| 95.678308
| 1,422
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1,123
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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| 95.678308
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Money troubles may have been the motive behind what friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy and their three dogs. Blackstone was deep in debt and filed for bankruptcy just three years ago, court papers uncovered by Daily Mail Online reveal. And Jill owed Wendy Blackstone, the deaf and blind sister who died of asphyxiation on March 14, more than $122,000 for a loan, the papers reveal. Blackstone was recently forced to sell the three-bedroom, two-bath house that she and her sister had called home for eight years, although they continued to live in it as the new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild. Motive? Money troubles may have been the bottom of what police and friends believe was a shocking suicide pact that saw Jerry Springer producer Jill Blackstone (left) survive after the death of her disabled sister, Wendy (right) 'She couldn't get the money she wanted,' one neighbor told Daily Mail Online exclusively. 'So she listed the house for less — under a million — and when it sold, I imagine that's when she became desperate.' Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000. Papers filed in her 2012 bankruptcy reveal she was paying $5,055 a month in mortgage payments — more than 60% of her total income. Shimon Ben, an agent for the new owners, refused to talk to Daily Mail Online about whether the sale of the house was connected to the apparent suicide pact. 'Don't ask me questions, do me a favor,' Ben said before hanging up the phone. Blackstone, 52, was arrested after her sister was found dead in the garage of the Landale Street house. Police told TMZ they believe Jill intended to kill herself along with Wendy and their three dogs. Paramedics arrived at the scene to find Wendy and the dogs dead. They were killed by carbon monoxide fumes coming from a barbecue grill placed at Wendy's feet. Attempts to resuscitate Wendy, 49, who was grasping a handwritten suicide note believed to have been written by her sister, failed. But Jill apparently woke up and had a change of heart about killing herself. She called a friend who then dialed 911. Jill Blackstone was hospitalized for two days with carbon monoxide poisoning. After treatment she was charged with first-degree murder and held on $1 million bail, but she was released from custody on Wednesday of last week and the charges were dropped. Do not disturb: Public records reveal that Blackstone put the single story house in Studio City, in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles, on the market in November for $950,000. It sold within a month for the full asking price. She had bought the house in 2007 for $930,000 but she has yet to move out . Police told Daily Mail Online the investigation into Wendy's death is still ongoing and would not comment on whether her money woes were part of the probe. Jill was spotted returning in tears to the home where her sister died on Thursday. The neighbor says she and others on the small cul de sac where many homes are being demolished and rebuilt are angry at what they believe to be Blackstone's actions. 'That was not the answer to her problems,' she told Daily Mail Online. 'She was trying to find a foundation that would help them and help financially take care of her sister, but I don't think she got very far. 'No-one had to die over money. There had to be other options.' The neighbor said the two women always looked depressed. 'You could see it in them whenever they were outside in the yard or walking the dogs. These were not happy women.' Papers entered in court in support of her bankruptcy showed Jill Blackstone was $1.4 million in debt when she filed in August 2012. Her total assets were listed at only half that figure. She claimed she was disputing a $300,000 debt owed to Mad Men hair stylist Lucia Mace and her husband from a 2010 injury claim. However, when Daily Mail Online contacted the three-time-Emmy winner, Mace said: 'I have no idea what you are talking about,' claiming she had never heard of Blackstone. She then hung up. They sisters continued to live in the home as new owners awaited permission to demolish and rebuild . The papers showed Jill Blackstone owed Wendy $122,126.33 for a 2010 loan. She also owed another relative $4,000. Her bankruptcy papers show that Blackstone was drowning in debt, constantly spending more each month than she was bringing in. She said she earned $7,431 a month after tax with a further $826 coming from her disabled sister's social security. Blackstone, who had produced episodes of the Sally Jessy Raphael Show and the Rosie O'Donnell Show as well as The Jerry Springer Show, listed total monthly expenses at $8,967 — $709 more than she earned. She said her cash in hand at the time came to just $40, with her two bank accounts containing a mere $904.31. And her debts, many from store credit cards, were mounting. She owed $520 on her Banana Republic card; $798 on her Barneys New York card; $103 on her Bloomingdale's card and $172 on her Gap card. But those debts were tiny compared to bank credit cards. She owed more than $27,000 on her Chase MasterCard, the court papers reveal, a further $3,850 on her CitiCard MasterCard, $1,800 on her Credit One MasterCard; $7,400 to GE Care Credit, and nearly $4,000 on two PayPal accounts. Medical bills too were piling up as she detailed more than $2,800 owed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, a further $13,000 to UCLA Medical Center, $4.300 to a New York orthopedic surgeon, $2,000 to a dentist and $400 to endodontist along with a further $560 owed to the Jules Stein Eye Institute. Other debts included nearly $5,500 to her accountants, $12,000 for a loan on her 2010 Toyota Prius and more than $1,000 to her lawyer. Jill and Wendy ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue from their home. But three dogs were found dead in the garage along with Wendy . The two sisters ran the non-profit Thumping Tails animal rescue, which they operated from their home — and that too was proving costly, Blackstone's bankruptcy papers reveal. She owed more than $4,800 to the Northridge Animal Hospital and a further $4,300 to the Veterinary Medical Center in Studio City. The neighbor said the fact that Blackstone rescued pets and found them good homes made the decision to take her dogs' lives along with her sister's even more unexplainable. Through tears, the neighbor said: 'The dogs didn't have to die. 'That was the most selfish, evil things she could have done. Her neighbors are just furious. I'm so angry I'm spitting bullets. 'She loved her dogs desperately. They were her world. So why would she do that? It breaks my heart, it really does. It sickens me.' The court papers show Blackstone's bankruptcy was discharged on November 13, 2012, three months after she filed.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
|
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
|
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
|
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Two or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum
by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we
put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there--sometimes a
mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes;
soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up--nearly
always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young
cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out
the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to
freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where
the water was about knee-deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a
sound anywheres--perfectly still--just like the whole world was
asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first
thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull
line--that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing
else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading
around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any
more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so
far away--trading-scows, and such things; and long black
streaks--rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or
jumbled-up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and
by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of
the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks
on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl
up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you
make out a log cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on
t'other side of the river, being a wood-yard, likely, and piled by
them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice
breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and
fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but
sometimes not that way, because they've left dead fish laying around,
gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you've got the
full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just
going it! A little smoke couldn't be noticed now, so we would take some fish off
of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would
watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by
and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done
it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off
towards the other side you couldn't tell nothing about her only
whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour
there wouldn't be nothing to hear nor nothing to see--just solid
lonesomeness. Next you'd see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and
maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they're most always doing it on
a raft; you'd see the ax flash and come down--you don't hear nothing;
you see that ax go up again, and by the time it's above the man's head
then you hear the _k'chunk!_--it had took all that time to come over
the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to
the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things
that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn't run over
them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and
cussing and laughing--heard them plain; but we couldn't see no sign of
them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that
way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
"No; spirits wouldn't say, 'Dern the dern fog.'" Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the
middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted
her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and
talked about all kinds of things--we was always naked, day and night,
whenever the mosquitoes would let us--the new clothes Buck's folks
made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn't go
much on clothes, nohow. Sometimes we'd have that whole river all to ourselves for the longest
time. Yonder was the banks and the islands, across the water; and
maybe a spark--which was a candle in a cabin window; and sometimes on
the water you could see a spark or two--on a raft or a scow, you know;
and maybe you could hear a fiddle or a song coming over from one of
them crafts. It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there,
all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up
at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just
happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I
judged it would have took too long to _make_ so many. Jim said the
moon could 'a' _laid_ them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so I
didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as
many, so of course it could be done. We used to watch the stars that
fell, too, and see them streak down. Jim allowed they'd got spoiled
and was hove out of the nest. Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in
the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up
out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look
awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink
out and her powwow shut off and leave the river still again; and by
and by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and
joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for
you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something. After midnight the people on shore went to bed, and then for two or
three hours the shores was black--no more sparks in the cabin windows. These sparks was our clock--the first one that showed again meant
morning was coming, so we hunted a place to hide and tie up right
away. One morning about daybreak I found a canoe and crossed over a chute to
the main shore--it was only two hundred yards--and paddled about a
mile up a crick amongst the cypress woods, to see if I couldn't get
some berries. Just as I was passing a place where a kind of a cowpath
crossed the crick, here comes a couple of men tearing up the path as
tight as they could foot it. I thought I was a goner, for whenever
anybody was after anybody I judged it was _me_--or maybe Jim.
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There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England (file image) A major immunisation programme aims to protect teenagers against a potentially lethal new strain of meningitis after a steep rise in cases. There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England. This is a rise of 431 per cent. Some experts said the levels could even indicate a public health emergency. While the rise was initially seen in adults, it has now extended to all age groups and, for the first time in a decade, young children have died as a result of MenW. There has also been a rise in cases among students. It is proposed to immunise teenagers aged 14 to 18 in an attempt to halt the disease’s spread. Andrew Pollard, chairman of the Joint Committee on Vaccination and Immunisation, said the upsurge in cases was caused by a ‘highly aggressive strain of the bug’. He said: ‘We reviewed the outbreak in detail and concluded that this increase was likely to continue in future years unless action is taken. ‘We have therefore advised the Department of Health to implement a vaccination programme for teenagers as soon as possible which we believe will have a substantial impact on the disease and protect the public’s health.’ Campaigners said the Government’s delay in introducing a vaccine against meningitis B – the last major strain of the disease – may have hindered the fight. Statistics show one baby dies every month in Britain from meningitis B and charities claim dozens of lives have needlessly been lost to the disease because of procrastination by officials. Chris Head, of the Meningitis Research Foundation, said: ‘We applaud the quick action by the Government to protect 14 to 18-year-olds using the MenACWY vaccine. ‘However, it will take more than a year for this protection to filter through to toddlers and infants, and in the meantime under-fives will still be dying and disabled as a result of MenW.’
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There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England (file image) A major immunisation programme aims to protect teenagers against a potentially lethal new strain of meningitis after a steep rise in cases. There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England. This is a rise of 431 per cent. Some experts said the levels could even indicate a public health emergency. While the rise was initially seen in adults, it has now extended to all age groups and, for the first time in a decade, young children have died as a result of MenW. There has also been a rise in cases among students. It is proposed to immunise teenagers aged 14 to 18 in an attempt to halt the disease’s spread. Andrew Pollard, chairman of the Joint Committee on Vaccination and Immunisation, said the upsurge in cases was caused by a ‘highly aggressive strain of the bug’. He said: ‘We reviewed the outbreak in detail and concluded that this increase was likely to continue in future years unless action is taken. ‘We have therefore advised the Department of Health to implement a vaccination programme for teenagers as soon as possible which we believe will have a substantial impact on the disease and protect the public’s health.’ Campaigners said the Government’s delay in introducing a vaccine against meningitis B – the last major strain of the disease – may have hindered the fight. Statistics show one baby dies every month in Britain from meningitis B and charities claim dozens of lives have needlessly been lost to the disease because of procrastination by officials. Chris Head, of the Meningitis Research Foundation, said: ‘We applaud the quick action by the Government to protect 14 to 18-year-olds using the MenACWY vaccine. ‘However, it will take more than a year for this protection to filter through to toddlers and infants, and in the meantime under-fives will still be dying and disabled as a result of MenW.’
|
Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
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There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England (file image) A major immunisation programme aims to protect teenagers against a potentially lethal new strain of meningitis after a steep rise in cases. There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England. This is a rise of 431 per cent. Some experts said the levels could even indicate a public health emergency. While the rise was initially seen in adults, it has now extended to all age groups and, for the first time in a decade, young children have died as a result of MenW. There has also been a rise in cases among students. It is proposed to immunise teenagers aged 14 to 18 in an attempt to halt the disease’s spread. Andrew Pollard, chairman of the Joint Committee on Vaccination and Immunisation, said the upsurge in cases was caused by a ‘highly aggressive strain of the bug’. He said: ‘We reviewed the outbreak in detail and concluded that this increase was likely to continue in future years unless action is taken. ‘We have therefore advised the Department of Health to implement a vaccination programme for teenagers as soon as possible which we believe will have a substantial impact on the disease and protect the public’s health.’ Campaigners said the Government’s delay in introducing a vaccine against meningitis B – the last major strain of the disease – may have hindered the fight. Statistics show one baby dies every month in Britain from meningitis B and charities claim dozens of lives have needlessly been lost to the disease because of procrastination by officials. Chris Head, of the Meningitis Research Foundation, said: ‘We applaud the quick action by the Government to protect 14 to 18-year-olds using the MenACWY vaccine. ‘However, it will take more than a year for this protection to filter through to toddlers and infants, and in the meantime under-fives will still be dying and disabled as a result of MenW.’
|
Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 10.6
| 87.646188
| 395
| 66.076696
| 0.772277
| 0.511376
| 0.221523
| 0.894088
| 0.000068
| 0.566029
| null | 0.226385
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| null | 0.737761
| 0.341966
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|
1,187
| 2,528
|
There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England (file image) A major immunisation programme aims to protect teenagers against a potentially lethal new strain of meningitis after a steep rise in cases. There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England. This is a rise of 431 per cent. Some experts said the levels could even indicate a public health emergency. While the rise was initially seen in adults, it has now extended to all age groups and, for the first time in a decade, young children have died as a result of MenW. There has also been a rise in cases among students. It is proposed to immunise teenagers aged 14 to 18 in an attempt to halt the disease’s spread. Andrew Pollard, chairman of the Joint Committee on Vaccination and Immunisation, said the upsurge in cases was caused by a ‘highly aggressive strain of the bug’. He said: ‘We reviewed the outbreak in detail and concluded that this increase was likely to continue in future years unless action is taken. ‘We have therefore advised the Department of Health to implement a vaccination programme for teenagers as soon as possible which we believe will have a substantial impact on the disease and protect the public’s health.’ Campaigners said the Government’s delay in introducing a vaccine against meningitis B – the last major strain of the disease – may have hindered the fight. Statistics show one baby dies every month in Britain from meningitis B and charities claim dozens of lives have needlessly been lost to the disease because of procrastination by officials. Chris Head, of the Meningitis Research Foundation, said: ‘We applaud the quick action by the Government to protect 14 to 18-year-olds using the MenACWY vaccine. ‘However, it will take more than a year for this protection to filter through to toddlers and infants, and in the meantime under-fives will still be dying and disabled as a result of MenW.’
|
Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 10.6
| 87.646188
| 395
| 66.076696
| 0.772277
| 0.511376
| 0.221523
| 0.894088
| 0.000068
| 0.566029
| null | 0.253864
| 0.338913
| -0.172899
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| 0.560436
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|
1,188
| 2,528
|
There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England (file image) A major immunisation programme aims to protect teenagers against a potentially lethal new strain of meningitis after a steep rise in cases. There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England. This is a rise of 431 per cent. Some experts said the levels could even indicate a public health emergency. While the rise was initially seen in adults, it has now extended to all age groups and, for the first time in a decade, young children have died as a result of MenW. There has also been a rise in cases among students. It is proposed to immunise teenagers aged 14 to 18 in an attempt to halt the disease’s spread. Andrew Pollard, chairman of the Joint Committee on Vaccination and Immunisation, said the upsurge in cases was caused by a ‘highly aggressive strain of the bug’. He said: ‘We reviewed the outbreak in detail and concluded that this increase was likely to continue in future years unless action is taken. ‘We have therefore advised the Department of Health to implement a vaccination programme for teenagers as soon as possible which we believe will have a substantial impact on the disease and protect the public’s health.’ Campaigners said the Government’s delay in introducing a vaccine against meningitis B – the last major strain of the disease – may have hindered the fight. Statistics show one baby dies every month in Britain from meningitis B and charities claim dozens of lives have needlessly been lost to the disease because of procrastination by officials. Chris Head, of the Meningitis Research Foundation, said: ‘We applaud the quick action by the Government to protect 14 to 18-year-olds using the MenACWY vaccine. ‘However, it will take more than a year for this protection to filter through to toddlers and infants, and in the meantime under-fives will still be dying and disabled as a result of MenW.’
|
Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 10.6
| 87.646188
| 395
| 66.076696
| 0.772277
| 0.511376
| 0.221523
| 0.894088
| 0.000068
| 0.566029
| -0.608165
| 0.23094
| 0.391227
| null | 0.164112
| 0.742316
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| null |
1,189
| 2,528
|
There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England (file image) A major immunisation programme aims to protect teenagers against a potentially lethal new strain of meningitis after a steep rise in cases. There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England. This is a rise of 431 per cent. Some experts said the levels could even indicate a public health emergency. While the rise was initially seen in adults, it has now extended to all age groups and, for the first time in a decade, young children have died as a result of MenW. There has also been a rise in cases among students. It is proposed to immunise teenagers aged 14 to 18 in an attempt to halt the disease’s spread. Andrew Pollard, chairman of the Joint Committee on Vaccination and Immunisation, said the upsurge in cases was caused by a ‘highly aggressive strain of the bug’. He said: ‘We reviewed the outbreak in detail and concluded that this increase was likely to continue in future years unless action is taken. ‘We have therefore advised the Department of Health to implement a vaccination programme for teenagers as soon as possible which we believe will have a substantial impact on the disease and protect the public’s health.’ Campaigners said the Government’s delay in introducing a vaccine against meningitis B – the last major strain of the disease – may have hindered the fight. Statistics show one baby dies every month in Britain from meningitis B and charities claim dozens of lives have needlessly been lost to the disease because of procrastination by officials. Chris Head, of the Meningitis Research Foundation, said: ‘We applaud the quick action by the Government to protect 14 to 18-year-olds using the MenACWY vaccine. ‘However, it will take more than a year for this protection to filter through to toddlers and infants, and in the meantime under-fives will still be dying and disabled as a result of MenW.’
|
Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 10.6
| 87.646188
| 395
| 66.076696
| 0.772277
| 0.511376
| 0.221523
| 0.894088
| 0.000068
| 0.566029
| -0.342392
| null | 0.655079
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|
1,190
| 2,528
|
There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England (file image) A major immunisation programme aims to protect teenagers against a potentially lethal new strain of meningitis after a steep rise in cases. There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England. This is a rise of 431 per cent. Some experts said the levels could even indicate a public health emergency. While the rise was initially seen in adults, it has now extended to all age groups and, for the first time in a decade, young children have died as a result of MenW. There has also been a rise in cases among students. It is proposed to immunise teenagers aged 14 to 18 in an attempt to halt the disease’s spread. Andrew Pollard, chairman of the Joint Committee on Vaccination and Immunisation, said the upsurge in cases was caused by a ‘highly aggressive strain of the bug’. He said: ‘We reviewed the outbreak in detail and concluded that this increase was likely to continue in future years unless action is taken. ‘We have therefore advised the Department of Health to implement a vaccination programme for teenagers as soon as possible which we believe will have a substantial impact on the disease and protect the public’s health.’ Campaigners said the Government’s delay in introducing a vaccine against meningitis B – the last major strain of the disease – may have hindered the fight. Statistics show one baby dies every month in Britain from meningitis B and charities claim dozens of lives have needlessly been lost to the disease because of procrastination by officials. Chris Head, of the Meningitis Research Foundation, said: ‘We applaud the quick action by the Government to protect 14 to 18-year-olds using the MenACWY vaccine. ‘However, it will take more than a year for this protection to filter through to toddlers and infants, and in the meantime under-fives will still be dying and disabled as a result of MenW.’
|
Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 10.6
| 87.646188
| 395
| 66.076696
| 0.772277
| 0.511376
| 0.221523
| 0.894088
| 0.000068
| 0.566029
| -0.685807
| null | -0.143477
| -0.102149
| 0.08647
| null | 0.078047
| 0.791939
|
1,191
| 2,528
|
There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England (file image) A major immunisation programme aims to protect teenagers against a potentially lethal new strain of meningitis after a steep rise in cases. There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England. This is a rise of 431 per cent. Some experts said the levels could even indicate a public health emergency. While the rise was initially seen in adults, it has now extended to all age groups and, for the first time in a decade, young children have died as a result of MenW. There has also been a rise in cases among students. It is proposed to immunise teenagers aged 14 to 18 in an attempt to halt the disease’s spread. Andrew Pollard, chairman of the Joint Committee on Vaccination and Immunisation, said the upsurge in cases was caused by a ‘highly aggressive strain of the bug’. He said: ‘We reviewed the outbreak in detail and concluded that this increase was likely to continue in future years unless action is taken. ‘We have therefore advised the Department of Health to implement a vaccination programme for teenagers as soon as possible which we believe will have a substantial impact on the disease and protect the public’s health.’ Campaigners said the Government’s delay in introducing a vaccine against meningitis B – the last major strain of the disease – may have hindered the fight. Statistics show one baby dies every month in Britain from meningitis B and charities claim dozens of lives have needlessly been lost to the disease because of procrastination by officials. Chris Head, of the Meningitis Research Foundation, said: ‘We applaud the quick action by the Government to protect 14 to 18-year-olds using the MenACWY vaccine. ‘However, it will take more than a year for this protection to filter through to toddlers and infants, and in the meantime under-fives will still be dying and disabled as a result of MenW.’
|
Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 10.6
| 87.646188
| 395
| 66.076696
| 0.772277
| 0.511376
| 0.221523
| 0.894088
| 0.000068
| 0.566029
| -0.249286
| null | 0.121982
| -0.554392
| 0.522991
| null | 0.343505
| 0.339696
|
1,192
| 2,528
|
There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England (file image) A major immunisation programme aims to protect teenagers against a potentially lethal new strain of meningitis after a steep rise in cases. There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England. This is a rise of 431 per cent. Some experts said the levels could even indicate a public health emergency. While the rise was initially seen in adults, it has now extended to all age groups and, for the first time in a decade, young children have died as a result of MenW. There has also been a rise in cases among students. It is proposed to immunise teenagers aged 14 to 18 in an attempt to halt the disease’s spread. Andrew Pollard, chairman of the Joint Committee on Vaccination and Immunisation, said the upsurge in cases was caused by a ‘highly aggressive strain of the bug’. He said: ‘We reviewed the outbreak in detail and concluded that this increase was likely to continue in future years unless action is taken. ‘We have therefore advised the Department of Health to implement a vaccination programme for teenagers as soon as possible which we believe will have a substantial impact on the disease and protect the public’s health.’ Campaigners said the Government’s delay in introducing a vaccine against meningitis B – the last major strain of the disease – may have hindered the fight. Statistics show one baby dies every month in Britain from meningitis B and charities claim dozens of lives have needlessly been lost to the disease because of procrastination by officials. Chris Head, of the Meningitis Research Foundation, said: ‘We applaud the quick action by the Government to protect 14 to 18-year-olds using the MenACWY vaccine. ‘However, it will take more than a year for this protection to filter through to toddlers and infants, and in the meantime under-fives will still be dying and disabled as a result of MenW.’
|
Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 10.6
| 87.646188
| 395
| 66.076696
| 0.772277
| 0.511376
| 0.221523
| 0.894088
| 0.000068
| 0.566029
| -0.220176
| 0.416406
| 0.687294
| null | 0.552101
| 0.927781
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| null |
1,193
| 2,528
|
There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England (file image) A major immunisation programme aims to protect teenagers against a potentially lethal new strain of meningitis after a steep rise in cases. There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England. This is a rise of 431 per cent. Some experts said the levels could even indicate a public health emergency. While the rise was initially seen in adults, it has now extended to all age groups and, for the first time in a decade, young children have died as a result of MenW. There has also been a rise in cases among students. It is proposed to immunise teenagers aged 14 to 18 in an attempt to halt the disease’s spread. Andrew Pollard, chairman of the Joint Committee on Vaccination and Immunisation, said the upsurge in cases was caused by a ‘highly aggressive strain of the bug’. He said: ‘We reviewed the outbreak in detail and concluded that this increase was likely to continue in future years unless action is taken. ‘We have therefore advised the Department of Health to implement a vaccination programme for teenagers as soon as possible which we believe will have a substantial impact on the disease and protect the public’s health.’ Campaigners said the Government’s delay in introducing a vaccine against meningitis B – the last major strain of the disease – may have hindered the fight. Statistics show one baby dies every month in Britain from meningitis B and charities claim dozens of lives have needlessly been lost to the disease because of procrastination by officials. Chris Head, of the Meningitis Research Foundation, said: ‘We applaud the quick action by the Government to protect 14 to 18-year-olds using the MenACWY vaccine. ‘However, it will take more than a year for this protection to filter through to toddlers and infants, and in the meantime under-fives will still be dying and disabled as a result of MenW.’
|
Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 10.6
| 87.646188
| 395
| 66.076696
| 0.772277
| 0.511376
| 0.221523
| 0.894088
| 0.000068
| 0.566029
| -0.602398
| null | 0.604973
| -0.521429
| 0.169879
| null | 0.826497
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|
1,194
| 2,528
|
There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England (file image) A major immunisation programme aims to protect teenagers against a potentially lethal new strain of meningitis after a steep rise in cases. There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England. This is a rise of 431 per cent. Some experts said the levels could even indicate a public health emergency. While the rise was initially seen in adults, it has now extended to all age groups and, for the first time in a decade, young children have died as a result of MenW. There has also been a rise in cases among students. It is proposed to immunise teenagers aged 14 to 18 in an attempt to halt the disease’s spread. Andrew Pollard, chairman of the Joint Committee on Vaccination and Immunisation, said the upsurge in cases was caused by a ‘highly aggressive strain of the bug’. He said: ‘We reviewed the outbreak in detail and concluded that this increase was likely to continue in future years unless action is taken. ‘We have therefore advised the Department of Health to implement a vaccination programme for teenagers as soon as possible which we believe will have a substantial impact on the disease and protect the public’s health.’ Campaigners said the Government’s delay in introducing a vaccine against meningitis B – the last major strain of the disease – may have hindered the fight. Statistics show one baby dies every month in Britain from meningitis B and charities claim dozens of lives have needlessly been lost to the disease because of procrastination by officials. Chris Head, of the Meningitis Research Foundation, said: ‘We applaud the quick action by the Government to protect 14 to 18-year-olds using the MenACWY vaccine. ‘However, it will take more than a year for this protection to filter through to toddlers and infants, and in the meantime under-fives will still be dying and disabled as a result of MenW.’
|
Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 10.6
| 87.646188
| 395
| 66.076696
| 0.772277
| 0.511376
| 0.221523
| 0.894088
| 0.000068
| 0.566029
| -0.698681
| null | 0.224113
| 0.10045
| 0.073596
| null | 0.445636
| 0.994538
|
1,195
| 2,528
|
There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England (file image) A major immunisation programme aims to protect teenagers against a potentially lethal new strain of meningitis after a steep rise in cases. There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England. This is a rise of 431 per cent. Some experts said the levels could even indicate a public health emergency. While the rise was initially seen in adults, it has now extended to all age groups and, for the first time in a decade, young children have died as a result of MenW. There has also been a rise in cases among students. It is proposed to immunise teenagers aged 14 to 18 in an attempt to halt the disease’s spread. Andrew Pollard, chairman of the Joint Committee on Vaccination and Immunisation, said the upsurge in cases was caused by a ‘highly aggressive strain of the bug’. He said: ‘We reviewed the outbreak in detail and concluded that this increase was likely to continue in future years unless action is taken. ‘We have therefore advised the Department of Health to implement a vaccination programme for teenagers as soon as possible which we believe will have a substantial impact on the disease and protect the public’s health.’ Campaigners said the Government’s delay in introducing a vaccine against meningitis B – the last major strain of the disease – may have hindered the fight. Statistics show one baby dies every month in Britain from meningitis B and charities claim dozens of lives have needlessly been lost to the disease because of procrastination by officials. Chris Head, of the Meningitis Research Foundation, said: ‘We applaud the quick action by the Government to protect 14 to 18-year-olds using the MenACWY vaccine. ‘However, it will take more than a year for this protection to filter through to toddlers and infants, and in the meantime under-fives will still be dying and disabled as a result of MenW.’
|
Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 10.6
| 87.646188
| 395
| 66.076696
| 0.772277
| 0.511376
| 0.221523
| 0.894088
| 0.000068
| 0.566029
| -0.319007
| -0.347605
| 0.220056
| null | 0.45327
| 0.163771
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| null |
1,196
| 2,528
|
There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England (file image) A major immunisation programme aims to protect teenagers against a potentially lethal new strain of meningitis after a steep rise in cases. There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England. This is a rise of 431 per cent. Some experts said the levels could even indicate a public health emergency. While the rise was initially seen in adults, it has now extended to all age groups and, for the first time in a decade, young children have died as a result of MenW. There has also been a rise in cases among students. It is proposed to immunise teenagers aged 14 to 18 in an attempt to halt the disease’s spread. Andrew Pollard, chairman of the Joint Committee on Vaccination and Immunisation, said the upsurge in cases was caused by a ‘highly aggressive strain of the bug’. He said: ‘We reviewed the outbreak in detail and concluded that this increase was likely to continue in future years unless action is taken. ‘We have therefore advised the Department of Health to implement a vaccination programme for teenagers as soon as possible which we believe will have a substantial impact on the disease and protect the public’s health.’ Campaigners said the Government’s delay in introducing a vaccine against meningitis B – the last major strain of the disease – may have hindered the fight. Statistics show one baby dies every month in Britain from meningitis B and charities claim dozens of lives have needlessly been lost to the disease because of procrastination by officials. Chris Head, of the Meningitis Research Foundation, said: ‘We applaud the quick action by the Government to protect 14 to 18-year-olds using the MenACWY vaccine. ‘However, it will take more than a year for this protection to filter through to toddlers and infants, and in the meantime under-fives will still be dying and disabled as a result of MenW.’
|
Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 10.6
| 87.646188
| 395
| 66.076696
| 0.772277
| 0.511376
| 0.221523
| 0.894088
| 0.000068
| 0.566029
| null | -0.403229
| 0.480077
| -0.627138
| null | 0.108146
| 0.701601
| 0.26695
|
1,197
| 2,528
|
There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England (file image) A major immunisation programme aims to protect teenagers against a potentially lethal new strain of meningitis after a steep rise in cases. There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England. This is a rise of 431 per cent. Some experts said the levels could even indicate a public health emergency. While the rise was initially seen in adults, it has now extended to all age groups and, for the first time in a decade, young children have died as a result of MenW. There has also been a rise in cases among students. It is proposed to immunise teenagers aged 14 to 18 in an attempt to halt the disease’s spread. Andrew Pollard, chairman of the Joint Committee on Vaccination and Immunisation, said the upsurge in cases was caused by a ‘highly aggressive strain of the bug’. He said: ‘We reviewed the outbreak in detail and concluded that this increase was likely to continue in future years unless action is taken. ‘We have therefore advised the Department of Health to implement a vaccination programme for teenagers as soon as possible which we believe will have a substantial impact on the disease and protect the public’s health.’ Campaigners said the Government’s delay in introducing a vaccine against meningitis B – the last major strain of the disease – may have hindered the fight. Statistics show one baby dies every month in Britain from meningitis B and charities claim dozens of lives have needlessly been lost to the disease because of procrastination by officials. Chris Head, of the Meningitis Research Foundation, said: ‘We applaud the quick action by the Government to protect 14 to 18-year-olds using the MenACWY vaccine. ‘However, it will take more than a year for this protection to filter through to toddlers and infants, and in the meantime under-fives will still be dying and disabled as a result of MenW.’
|
Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 10.6
| 87.646188
| 395
| 66.076696
| 0.772277
| 0.511376
| 0.221523
| 0.894088
| 0.000068
| 0.566029
| -0.532089
| -0.230786
| 0.5252
| null | 0.240188
| 0.28059
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| null |
1,198
| 2,528
|
There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England (file image) A major immunisation programme aims to protect teenagers against a potentially lethal new strain of meningitis after a steep rise in cases. There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England. This is a rise of 431 per cent. Some experts said the levels could even indicate a public health emergency. While the rise was initially seen in adults, it has now extended to all age groups and, for the first time in a decade, young children have died as a result of MenW. There has also been a rise in cases among students. It is proposed to immunise teenagers aged 14 to 18 in an attempt to halt the disease’s spread. Andrew Pollard, chairman of the Joint Committee on Vaccination and Immunisation, said the upsurge in cases was caused by a ‘highly aggressive strain of the bug’. He said: ‘We reviewed the outbreak in detail and concluded that this increase was likely to continue in future years unless action is taken. ‘We have therefore advised the Department of Health to implement a vaccination programme for teenagers as soon as possible which we believe will have a substantial impact on the disease and protect the public’s health.’ Campaigners said the Government’s delay in introducing a vaccine against meningitis B – the last major strain of the disease – may have hindered the fight. Statistics show one baby dies every month in Britain from meningitis B and charities claim dozens of lives have needlessly been lost to the disease because of procrastination by officials. Chris Head, of the Meningitis Research Foundation, said: ‘We applaud the quick action by the Government to protect 14 to 18-year-olds using the MenACWY vaccine. ‘However, it will take more than a year for this protection to filter through to toddlers and infants, and in the meantime under-fives will still be dying and disabled as a result of MenW.’
|
Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 10.6
| 87.646188
| 395
| 66.076696
| 0.772277
| 0.511376
| 0.221523
| 0.894088
| 0.000068
| 0.566029
| -0.198599
| null | 0.471705
| -0.698278
| 0.573678
| null | 0.693228
| 0.19581
|
1,199
| 2,528
|
There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England (file image) A major immunisation programme aims to protect teenagers against a potentially lethal new strain of meningitis after a steep rise in cases. There were just 22 cases of meningitis W in 2009, but this shot up to 117 last year, according to Public Health England. This is a rise of 431 per cent. Some experts said the levels could even indicate a public health emergency. While the rise was initially seen in adults, it has now extended to all age groups and, for the first time in a decade, young children have died as a result of MenW. There has also been a rise in cases among students. It is proposed to immunise teenagers aged 14 to 18 in an attempt to halt the disease’s spread. Andrew Pollard, chairman of the Joint Committee on Vaccination and Immunisation, said the upsurge in cases was caused by a ‘highly aggressive strain of the bug’. He said: ‘We reviewed the outbreak in detail and concluded that this increase was likely to continue in future years unless action is taken. ‘We have therefore advised the Department of Health to implement a vaccination programme for teenagers as soon as possible which we believe will have a substantial impact on the disease and protect the public’s health.’ Campaigners said the Government’s delay in introducing a vaccine against meningitis B – the last major strain of the disease – may have hindered the fight. Statistics show one baby dies every month in Britain from meningitis B and charities claim dozens of lives have needlessly been lost to the disease because of procrastination by officials. Chris Head, of the Meningitis Research Foundation, said: ‘We applaud the quick action by the Government to protect 14 to 18-year-olds using the MenACWY vaccine. ‘However, it will take more than a year for this protection to filter through to toddlers and infants, and in the meantime under-fives will still be dying and disabled as a result of MenW.’
|
Dataset: ccdv/cnn_dailymail/3.0.0/validation
| 10.6
| 87.646188
| 395
| 66.076696
| 0.772277
| 0.511376
| 0.221523
| 0.894088
| 0.000068
| 0.566029
| 0.177436
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| 0.949713
| 0.088736
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