Like leading a pup with a log chain.' 'Don't care,' said Mose, 'I'm goin' t' go fishin t'morrer.

If there reely is any sech fish--which I don't believe there is--I'm goin' t' rassle with him an' mebbe tek him out o' the river.

Thet fish is sp'llin' the moral character o' this town.

He oughter be rode on a rail--thet fish hed.' How he would punish a trout in that manner Mr Tupper failed to explain, but his metaphor was always a worse fit than his trousers and that was bad enough.
It was just before haying and, there being little to do, we had also planned to try our luck in the morning.

When, at sunrise, we were walking down the cow-path to the woods I saw Uncle Eb had a coil of bed cord on his shoulder.
'What's that for ?' I asked.
'Wall,' said he, 'goin' t' hev fun anyway.