Anyway, the boat didn't have any power.

Our scoutmaster, Mr.Ellsworth, said it didn't even have any will power.

We couldn't even pole it.
When we first got it, it was way up a creek in the marshes and Mr.
Donnelle (he's the man that owned it) took us there and showed it to us.

Just as we were coming near it, a fellow jumped out of it and ran away through the marshes.

We said he must be a tramp, because he was all ragged.