Some of our theatre people ought to come down here and study it up, so as to get up something of the kind for exhibition in the cities." Just before we went into bed, our steam-whistle began to sound, and away off in the depths of the forest we could hear every now and then another whistle.

The captain told us that there was a boat coming down the river, and that she would soon pass us.

The river did not look wide enough for two boats; but when the other whistle sounded as if it were quite near, we ran our boat close into shore among the spatterdocks, in a little cove, and waited there, leaving the channel for the other boat.
Directly, it came around a curve just ahead of us, and truly it was a splendid sight.

The lower part of the boat was all lighted up, and the fire was blazing away grandly in its iron box, high up in the air.
To see such a glowing, sparkling apparition as this come sailing out of the depths of the dark forest, was grand! Rectus said he felt like bursting into poetry; but he didn't.

He wasn't much on rhymes.