The Golden Boys Along the River Allagash
“What do you suppose can be the matter with the pesky thing?” The speaker, a freckled faced boy about eighteen years old looked up from where he was kneeling on the bottom of the boat in front of the engine.
“What do you suppose can be the matter with the pesky thing?” The speaker, a freckled faced boy about eighteen years old looked up from where he was kneeling on the bottom of the boat in front of the engine.