Then we put the wagon together, hitched on the horses, and they managed to get to the top with it, by a scratch.

It all took time--and, as for patience, we'd been out of that commodity for so long we hardly knew it by name.
The last straw fell on us just as we were loading up.

I happened to look down upon the ferry; and what do you suppose that old devil was doing?
He had torn up the back part of the plank floor of the ferry, and had laid it along the sand for a bridge.

He had made an incline from boat nose to the bar, and had rough-locked his wagon and driven it down.

Just as we looked, he had come to the end of his bridge, and he and Pochette were taking up the planks behind and extending the platform out in front.
Well! maybe you think Frosty and I stood there congratulating the old fox.
Frosty wanted me to kick him, I remember; and he said a lot of things that sounded inspired to me, they hit my feelings off so straight.