"'The ford's too deep. Can't be done. Who be ye?' shouted the elder.
"'I'm Polk Eastman—Polk Eastman!' shouted Polk.
"'I'm Olive Pratt—Olive Pratt—Olive!' shouted I.
"'Well, you just stay where you be, and I'll marry you there.'
"So he began shouting at the top of his voice:
"'Do you, Olive Pratt, take that there man, over there on the horse, to be your husband? Hey?'
"I shouted back, 'Yes, sir!'
"'Do you, Polk Eastman, take that there woman, over there on the horse, to be your wife?'
"Polk shouted back, 'Yes, elder, that is what I came for!'
"'Then,' shouted the minister, 'join your right hands.'