After a
good deal of exertion we managed to dislodge the smaller tower, letting
the wheel drop into the river and float away. Then we made for the
cantilever bridge. It didn't take us very long to cut away the wire
bindings, unhook the frames and drop them into the lagoon. But the task
was quite a perilous one, as the night was pitch black. Finally, nothing
remained of the bridge but the two towers, which were left as monuments to
mark the spot where our last piece of engineering on the island was done.
Farewell to Willow Clump Island.
We spent several days on Kite Island, knowing that we were safe from
intrusion, because the Gill crowd had but one boat, and that was on the
Jersey side of the island. We felt confident that they would not take the
trouble of wading around Point Lookout with their boats, as we had done;
nevertheless, to prevent a surprise, we kept a sentry posted on the Lake
Placid side of the island and gathered a pile of stones for ammunition.
But our fun was spoiled, and we finally decided to break camp and bid
farewell forever to Willow Clump Island and its vicinity. Our goods were
ferried over to Jim Halliday's farm, where we were given shelter. The
windmill, as I have already stated, was sold to a farmer at Lumberville,
and we were kept busy for several days carting it over and setting it up
in place.
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