The Golden Boys on the River Drive

“No use in denying it, man. I wouldn’t believe you on a stack of Bibles. A man that’ll run whiskey’ll lie about it till he’s black in the face. Anyhow, we’re going to have a loo...

Along the Kennebec River the camps of the river drivers are located at intervals of from ten to twelve miles. Each of these camps supports a crew numbering from twenty to forty...

They had stopped at the place where they had had the encounter with the moose, but to their surprise, the animal had disappeared. They had already told Rex about it and he had e...

For an instant Jack stood as if paralyzed gazing at the hole in the ice. He was, for the moment, incapable of movement. Then his heart gave a leap of joy as he beheld Bob’s head...

The room was fairly well lighted from a large lamp on a table near the center. A glance was all that was necessary for them to take in the situation. In a chair to the right sat...

The little clock on the mantle over the fireplace had struck ten and in spite of his resolve, Rex had drifted off into sleep, when suddenly he was awakened. Yes, it was no dream...

By the time the boys had recovered from their first shock of horror, the space between the two halves of the ice floe had widened to several feet, and with powerful strokes they...

In spite of the protests of both Bob and Jack that he wait until they could get some new cells, Jean got another fuse from the scow and soon he was again speeding for the shore,...

“Sure and yer no nade ter rub it in. It’s meself as knows that yer now siven games ahead, but I’ll be after catchin’ up wid yer ’fore the spring’s over.” Tom grinned as he put t...

“Well,” Bob replied, “those fellows usually sleep as though they were dead and I guess we can get them without waking him up. We’ll have a try at it anyhow.”

From Moosehead Lake to Waterville, by the way of the Kennebec River, is about one hundred miles. A log, starting from the lake and making the trip without a stop, would make the...

Two boys were standing on a little wharf looking out over the ice covered surface of Moosehead Lake in northern Maine. They were fine specimens of American boyhood. Bob Golden,...

Bob had just announced that he thought they had lowered the pier so that there would be no danger of the logs catching when Rex, who had happened to glance toward the shore, said:

As the man who was about to jump on Bob heard the shout he turned and Bob sprang to his feet. A cry of joy burst from his lips as he looked about and saw a crowd of men coming t...