Reseña del libro "The Voyage of The Hoppergrass (en Inglés)"
It was a lucky thing that the "Hoppergrass" was a large boat. When we started there were only four of us, -counting Captain Bannister. But we kept picking up passengers-unexpected ones- until the Captain said "we'd have the whole County on board." It was not as bad as that, but we were glad before we came home again, that we had a comfortable cabin, with plenty of sleeping room. She was a big, white cat-boat, with her name in gilt letters on the stern. On the day when our voyage began she lay quietly at anchor, well out toward the middle of the river. It was still early, -shortly after five of a morning in July. The river was quiet, with only one or two boats moving, -as quiet as the streets of the town through which we had walked on our way to the wharf. There had been a shower just before daylight, and this had discouraged us a little, but now the sun was coming through the clouds, and there were white spirals of mist rising from the water. Across the river, on Fisher's Island, two or three men were moving about their dories, and smoke poured steadily from the chimneys of the houses. A man's head looked out of the cabin of the "Hoppergrass."
