er bothered the boys.
I should like one of those great apples now.
Perhaps all this beautiful scene is now spoiled by the dam below or by the great sewer construction.
I have not seen it for sixty years.
Boating on the river was good.
Captain King, who originally lived in the house later of Major Geo. L. Stearns, moved to a house near the river a little off South street, and set up a fine able boat.
She was schooner rigged, a style best for shortening sail in our twisting river.
His ke the little fellows aboard and go as far as Malden bridge where we caught big fish.
Sometimes he would go up into the lower lake, though he disliked the trouble of passing under the canal aqueduct and the Weir bridge.
But it all ended when George King went to sea, and later became a shipmaster himself, and then I built a boat of my own when I was about fourteen.
She was a sort of flat bottomed scow but had a keel fastened on. A rake tail served as a mast.
The sail was a sprit sail, easily