Flat and generally of sad aspect, the country of the raftsman lies remote and uncommended.
"Cuss Philip Moore, and all others of his class," muttered the raftsman, moodily.
Coming to Minnesota, he adopted the life of a raftsman, with all the irregularities that accompanied such a life.
Holding her hand, which was all the caress the presence of strangers would permit, Philip turned to the raftsman.
It amounted to something being a raftsman on such a craft as that.
