Nearing a crowded bridge at that place, volleys of questions were fired at him.

He was choking with thirst and without looking up, asked: "Is there a hotel here ?" "Naw," shouted a gruff voice, "ner yeou kaint git naw liker hure nowhere neether." "I'll take an oath that you never colored that nose of yours with river water," quickly replied Boyton.
The retort happily hit the mark, for the fellow was the possessor of a richly tinted proboscis of carmine hue, that was somewhat of a landmark in the village.

The crowd roared in approbation of the home thrust and the man, hastily elbowed his way through the crowd until he was beyond hearing.
A number of small boats ascended the river from Lowell to meet Paul, and he accepted an invitation from the Vesper Boat Club, of that city, to land at their club house, which he did at five o'clock.

He remained over Sunday in Lowell and resumed the journey Monday morning.

He shot Hunt's falls in safety and there met a steam launch with newspaper men from Lawrence, aboard.