Like a bunch o' frogs on a floatin' plank;
Be ye lookin' fer gold in yon cut-bank?"
An' then he heerd that sound.
As quick as the jump of a piston-rod
He was over the wheel-box guard,
An' before we could Agger on stoppin' him
He had slashed the falls from the long-boat's rim
An' was out past the slush o' the channel's brim,
A-pullin' quick an' hard.
He sidled his tub through that rippin' flume