You go from the back porch straight down to the river.

I've swum across the Kentucky there at night many and many a time.

My father and mother are sure to be there now, staying inside with the doors closed, because they're red hot for the Union.

Farther up the street, the low red brick house with the iron fence around the yard is Jim Powell's home.

You don't mind letting Jim have a look through the glasses, do you ?" "Of course not." The glasses were handed in turn to Powell, who, as May had done, took a long, long look.