"My sakes alive," sputtered Uncle Tel, "I'll say it's been used! That crazy boy's always rigging himself up in something like this, and having the kids from the village pull him off down that bare slope of old Hogback Hill. Sometimes he'd achieve a pretty good float before he'd drift to the plain at the hill bottom. He achieved his head bumped, too, a score of times, a shoulder wrenched, arms and legs knocked up--but dang it, he keeps on trying the thing!" Uncle Tel's voluble complaining was belied by the prideful glint in his old blue eyes.