The big craft ran easily.

When the current struck it, the wire cable sagged, the water boiled and surged under it, raising one end, and then the other.

Nevertheless, five minutes were all that were required to pull the boat over.
It was a rude, oblong affair, made of heavy planks loosely put together, and it leaked.

When Jones suggested that we get the agony over as quickly as possible, I was with him, and we embarked together.
Jones said he did not like the looks of the tackle; and when I thought of his by no means small mechanical skill, I had not added a cheerful idea to my consciousness.

The horses of the first team had to be dragged upon the scow, and once on, they reared and plunged.
When we started, four men pulled the rope, and Emmett sat in the stern, with the tackle guys in hand.