"We're looking for the sea."
"So's Fraser River."
"Then it's the Fraser!"
"I wouldn't call a man plumb lost who'd eyes like your'n, so maybe the country hereaways has gawn strayed."
"Or perhaps our planet has wandered out of the way?"
"Out of which way?"
"God's way."
"Say. I like you a whole lot. My name's Smith, 'cept that my friends call me Jesse, Sailor Jesse."
"My name is—call me Squaw-man."
"Put her thar," said Jesse.