And, as for this Mr.Fulton, he should be sent to an insane asylum, before he destroyed all his friends, and lost all his money in this dangerous undertaking.

He might navigate the river with a big tea-kettle in the bottom of his boat, but he would be sure to set all the houses along the river on fire.

And who was to pay the damages?
Steam was, however, a reality, and the little Fire Fly went puffing and splashing up and down the river, alarming and astonishing the people along its banks.

She could make the voyage from the upper end of the Tappan Zee to New York in a day, no matter how the wind blew.

Hanz Toodleburg called the Fire Fly an invention of the devil, and nobody else.