The fainter and farther away the scowmen's curses drifted, the higher Mr.Bixby lifted his voice and the weightier his adjectives grew.

When he closed the window he was empty.
You could have drawn a seine through his system and not caught curses enough to disturb your mother with.

Presently he said to me in the gentlest way-- 'My boy, you must get a little memorandum book, and every time I tell you a thing, put it down right away.

There's only one way to be a pilot, and that is to get this entire river by heart.

You have to know it just like A B C.' That was a dismal revelation to me; for my memory was never loaded with anything but blank cartridges.