"Do you really think you could move the house, without taking it to pieces, if the trees were not in the way?"
"I know I could."
"You have a good deal of confidence in yourself."
"I was brought up in the woods, where we have to do our own thinking."
"How would you take it down the river?"
"There are hundreds of cotton-wood sticks, from forty to sixty feet long, on the shore. We could make a raft of them, that would keep the building right side up."
"But, after your raft got started, how could you stop it, and haul it in at the mouth of Fish River? The current here is not less than four miles an hour."
"That would be the greatest difficulty about the job. I should have some sweeps on the raft, and a dozen men could crowd it over against the north shore, where we could send a couple of ropes on shore, and check it by catching a turn around the trees."
"Very likely you would do it, Phil; but it's lucky we haven't the job on our hands."
"I wish we had, for I should enjoy the fun, if I were boss of the job."