And then for him to talk about that pop-gun of his shooting as far as across this river!--why, it's a mile and a half--and I know it wouldn't shoot forty rods, and kill.

But the best of all was his hunting among the Adirondack Mountains, in Michigan, and having to defend himself against the Indians; that's a good joke." And Harry laid back in the boat again, and laughed and shouted until his sides ached.
"He must be a very ungrateful fellow," said Frank, at length.

"Didn't you notice how disrespectfully he spoke of his father?
He called him his 'old man.' If I had a father, I'd never speak so lightly of him." "Yes, I noticed that," said George.

"But," he continued, reaching for the basket which Harry, after helping himself most bountifully, had placed on the middle seat, "I'm hungry as blazes, and think I can do justice to the good things mother has put up for us." After eating their dinner they got out their fishing-tackle again; but the perch had stopped biting, and, after waiting patiently for half an hour without feeling a nibble, they unjointed their poles, drew up the anchor, and Frank seated himself at the helm, while George and Harry took the oars and pulled toward home..