"The rapids and rocks amount to next to nothing.

I don't see why Mr.Barrow gave us all that extra climbing." "Perhaps the river has changed since he was up here last," said Tom.
"Anyway, it's a good bit narrower here than it was further back." Sliding down the hillside had loosened the load on the sled, and they had to spend a good five minutes in fastening it and mending a strap that had broken.

Then several minutes more were consumed in putting on their skates.
"My! how it does snow!" came from Tom, as they started at last.

"I can't see fifty feet ahead." "Nor I, Tom.

I really wish we were with Dick and Mr.Barrow." "So do I, but I guess it's all right." Forward they pushed, dragging the sled after them.