garment　to　the　old　squaw；　as　you　may　imagine；　and　when　HE　came　at
  last　and　rushed　up　to　her；　looking　about　ten　years　older　in　his
  anxiety；　she　felt　so　faint　again　that　they　had　to　carry　her　to　the
  canoe。　　For；　you　see；　he　knew　nothing　about　the　flood　until　he　met
  the　Indians　at　Utopia；　and　knew　by　the　signs　that　the　poor　woman
  was　his　wife。　　And　at　the　next　high　tide　he　towed　the　tree　away
  back　home；　although　it　wasn't　worth　the　trouble；　and　built　another
  house；　using　the　old　tree　for　the　foundation　and　props；　and　called
  it　after　her；　〃Mary's　Ark！〃　　But　you　may　guess　the　next　house　was
  built　above　high…water　mark。　　And　that's　all。
  Not　much；　perhaps；　considering　the　malevolent　capacity　of　the
  Dedlow　Marsh。　　But　you　must　tramp　over　it　at　low　water；　or　paddle
  over　it　at　high　tide；　or　get　lost　upon　it　once　or　twice　in　the　fog；
  as　I　have；　to　understand　properly　Mary's　adventure；　or　to
  appreciate　duly　the　blessings　of　living　beyond　High…Water　Mark。