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Canoeing on the Upper Hudson.
There is only one kind of a man I can't size up; that's the faller that shets up and says nothing .-- Sayings of Si Sylvanne.
A settler named Hulett had a scow that was borrowed by the neighbours whenever needed to take a team across the lake.

On the morning of their journey, the Dutchman's team and wagon, the canoe and the men, were aboard the scow, Skookum took his proper place at the prow, and all was ready for "Goodbye." Rolf found it a hard word to say.

The good old Dutch mother had won his heart, and the children were like his brothers and sisters.
"Coom again, lad; coom and see us kvick." She kissed him, he kissed Annette and the three later issues.

They boarded the scow to ply the poles till the deep water was reached, then the oars.