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Now I’d been in that camp fer 'bout six months, an' Jack’d been there fer 'bout four, an' it was me'n'im together what found the Frenchman, floatin’ facedown in that swamp. An' we thought for sure that he was dead. But he wasn't. Support our abhorrent, screlting show by subscribing to our Patreon. The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/c-w. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices