Shake Hands with Trouble – Strength Magazine – January, 1924

When I was a boy we lived for a rime in a small town in Central New York. It was situated on the old Erie Canal. That historic stream, since the coming of the Barge Canal, is little more than a weed-choked slough. And even in those days of its glory, when the mules trod the tow-path, hitched to boats that moved at least two miles an hour, affording opportunities for conversation with the family of the boatman as they passed, it wasn’t nearly so big as it looked to my youthful eyes.

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