The canal measured but seventeen or eighteen feet from brink to brink, and consequently the boat, which was seventy feet long at least, fell across at a long angle.

The garden on the opposite shore was unfenced, or rather, its rotten palings had collapsed with time and the pressure of a rank growth of elder bushes.
"So long, an' th' Lord bless yer!" Tilda took the boy's hand and jumped ashore.
"Same to you, an' wishin' you luck!" responded the young coalheaver cheerfully.

"Look 'ere," he added, "if you get in trouble along o' this, I'm willin' to stand in for my share.

Sam Bossom's my name-- employ of Hucks, Canal End Basin.

If they lag you for this, you just refer 'em to Sam Bossom, employ of Hucks--everyone knows Hucks; an' I'll tell 'em--well, darned if I know what I'll tell 'em, unless that we was all under the influence o' drink." "You're a white man," responded Tilda, "though you don't look it; but there ain't goin' to be no trouble, not if I can 'elp.