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Updated: May 15, 2025
The savages understood the meaning of his actions. Two of them jumped into a dug-out and came poling across to him. Suspiciously and very timidly they landed.
We fixed our eyes intently upon him, as if studying our fates. He was perfectly imperturbable, and steered only, the other poling the canoe along the edge of the stream, and grasping the overhanging trees to pull it along, using the paddle only when these means were not available.
"The question now is," was what he said, seriously, "whether we mean to keep on poling our skiff along the waterways; or shouldering our packs take the shore from now on; and as our rule always has been, majority votes carry the day."
"It's one beautiful boat, isn't it?" mocked Stern, poling off from a gaunt hulk that barred the way. "It mayn't be very beautiful," she answered softly, "but it carries the greatest, purest, noblest love that ever was since the world began it carries the hope of the whole world, of all the ages and it's taking us home!"
One or two crabbers, standing on the bow of their little skiffs and poling them along the edge of the water by the handles of their nets, had stopped to watch the job, which was being done with rusty nails and a bit of barnacle-moulded iron from a wreck instead of a hammer.
But, as we have seen, the distribution of land and water has altered since those days; and the lakes, far greater in extent, were of course several feet deeper all over the present beds; and even at a short distance from the city poling would have been impossible.
Garman turned to Willy and spoke swiftly in Seminole. Like a whipped schoolboy hurrying to obey an order, the Indian grasped his rifle, sprang into the dugout and in a flash was poling away from the hammocks as if his life depended upon it. Higgins sprang to the water's edge, but a word from Payne stopped him.
We had our troubles paddling and poling up to the grove of cocoanuts. Opposite this we anchored and began to fish. Conditions were not favorable. The water was choppy and roily, the canoe bobbed a good deal, the anchors dragged, and we did not see any fish. All the same, we persevered. At length I had a bite, but pulled too late. We tried again for a while, only to be disappointed. Then we moved.
Don't try to do much of the poling. Just try to hold what I gain each time, till I can get a fresh hold. What do you say rested enough?" "Aye, aye, captain," replied Henry Burns, coolly. "Up we go." Again the canoe dropped back a little from the ledge, and again they caught and held it and shoved out into the current this time on the right, instead of the left side.
A gay party had dropped down the river in her father's launch, which had been tied up at Ferry Inn, and Dalton had insisted on taking my lady for just a half-hour's poling in a punt, Felix and the others preferring to take their tea at the Inn plans readily agreed to and carried out, except that the half-hour prolonged itself into two whole ones.
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