Excerpt from The Whip Hand: A Tale of the Pine Country And deep in a mudhole on the lonely road that skirts the bluff - the four horses, fetlock-deep in the sticky clay, straining forward like heroes, the members of the student crew in their oilskins throwing their weight on the wheels of the truck is the Evanston surf-boat. The driver has pulled his sou'wester hat down on his neck behind and swung the U. S. L. S. S. Lantern on his arm; he stands beside the forward wheel, cracks his long whip and swears vigorously. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.