Summary

Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Snagged and Sunk — XVII. The Expert Columbia (1888)

I am a present for Joe Wayring, and hope in some degree to recompense him for the disappointment he must have felt when he found that his uncle could not take him on a trip this summer. Use me regularly and judiciously, and if you do not say that life has suddenly doubled its charm—if you do not, before the end of the year, notice a thousand and one improvements in yourself, both physically and mentally, then I shall have failed of my mission.
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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Snagged and Sunk — XVII. The Expert Columbia (1888)

Swan's canoe under cover, and were on the way to the pond in their own skiff. They grumbled at the rain, as the squatter had done when he passed that way a few hours in advance of them, and did most of the rowing with the awning up and their rubber coats and hats on. After they had made about fifty miles up the river they began telling one another that if the sheriff had gone on to Sherwin's Pond he had made a mistake.
"Just see how the current runs," said Joe, as he tugged at his oar. "Matt, strong as he is, never could have forced the canvas canoe against it.
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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Snagged and Sunk — XVII. The Expert Columbia (1888)

He says she will have to stand her trial with the rest of the family."
"I don't believe that Matt went to Sherwin's Pond," said Joe, after thinking the matter over. "He would be in more danger there than he would if he stayed here. The old woman told that story to throw the sheriff off the track."
"Mebbe not," replied the guide. "Don't we know by experience that the squatter is a master hand to slip around and operate in the rear of his pursuers? What more natural than he should run up to the pond to get behind us, thinking he would be safer there than in the Indian Lake country?
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