"But I don't think touching a pole is going to make me sick."

The pole went past his navel and Bram had the end.

The pole goes as part of the free baggage allowance on Continental if it meets the length requirements.

The two poles go through sleeves on the flysheet.

The pole went so deep, I thought I would never reach bottom.

Problem is that whoever's acting as the pole is going to take the first strike.

Once a pole went through its rework it got tested for consistency.

The pirogue was traveling very easy now, and my pole was going down deep.

"You don't have to figure out which poles go where."

"No." Rod thought about it, then went to a pile of bamboo poles, cut for building.