It went off with a terrible report, shaking the whole house and frightening his companions out of their wits.

The landlord rushed into the room with a "hip, hooray," much delighted.
"That's it," he cried, "that's good," and he yelled again, regardless of the fact that his carpet was on fire and the room terribly littered up.
Between Rochester and Wellsville, Paul had an awful time in an ice gorge.

He could hear it cracking and grinding below as though warning him of danger.

He succeeded in climbing on a cake which saved him from being carried under, and made his way to clear water on the other side.
Below Steubenville, a native from the West Virginia side rowed frantically out to him.
"Hold on, stranger, I'll resky yo' in a minit," he yelled.

When he drew nearer and Paul spoke to him, he appeared as tickled as a boy at a monkey show.