The musket and the powder horn had been taken down from the wall and the former leaned on the window-sill.
"If we see a deer we ain't goin' to let him bite us," said Uncle Peabody.
Aunt Deel kept nudging me under the table and giving me sharp looks to remind me of my manners, for now it seemed as if a time had come when eating was a necessary evil to be got through with as soon as possible.
Even Uncle Peabody tapped his cup lightly with his teaspoon, a familiar signal of his by which he indicated that I was to put on the brakes.
To Aunt Deel men-folks were a careless, irresponsible and mischievous lot who had to be looked after all the time or there was no telling what would happen to them.

She slipped some extra pairs of socks and a bottle of turpentine into the pack basket and told us what we were to do if we got wet feet or sore throats or stomach ache.
Aunt Deel kissed me lightly on the cheek with a look that seemed to say, "There, I've done it at last," and gave me a little poke with her hand (I remember thinking what an extravagant display of affection it was) and many cautions before I got into the wagon with Mr.Wright, and my uncle.

We drove up the hills and I heard little that the men said for my thoughts were busy.

We arrived at the cabin of Bill Seaver that stood on the river bank just above Rainbow Falls.

Bill stood in his dooryard and greeted us with a loud "Hello, there!" "Want to go fishin' ?" Uncle Peabody called.
"You bet I do.