I rather feared and dreaded those big roaring men like Bill Seaver.
The horses were hitched in and the canoes washed out.

Then we all turned to and dug some angle-worms.

The poles were brought--lines, hooks and sinkers were made ready and in an hour or so we were on our way up the river, Mr.Wright and I and Uncle Peabody being in one of the canoes, the latter working the paddle.
I remember how, as we went along, Mr.Wright explained the fundamental theory of his politics.

I gave strict attention because of my pride in the fact that he included me in the illustration of his point.

This in substance is what he said, for I can not pretend to quote his words with precision although I think they vary little from his own, for here before me is the composition entitled "The Comptroller," which I wrote two years later and read at a lyceum in the district schoolhouse.
"We are a fishing party.