'See that blue dory behind him?
He's my uncle,--dad's own brother,--an' ef there's any bad luck loose on the Banks she'll fetch up ag'in' Uncle Salters, sure.

Look how tender he's rowin'.

I'll lay my wage and share he's the only man stung up to-day--an' he's stung up good." "What'll sting him ?" said Harvey, getting interested.
"Strawberries, mostly.

Punkins, sometimes, an' sometimes lemons an' cucumbers.

Yes, he's stung up from his elbows down.