Three Men in a Boat / Three Men on the Bummel
Three Men in a Boat / Three Men on the Bummel
Three Men in a Boat / Three Men on the Bummel
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<strong>the</strong> camera for us, have changed all that. The man who plays<br />
tennis every year at <strong>the</strong> foot of <strong>the</strong> Matterhorn, and billiards<br />
<strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> summit of <strong>the</strong> Rigi, does not thank you for an elaborate<br />
and pa<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>stak<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g descripti<strong>on</strong> of <strong>the</strong> Grampian Hills. To <strong>the</strong><br />
average man, who has seen a dozen oil pa<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>t<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>gs, a hundred<br />
photographs, a thousand pictures <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>the</strong> illustrated journals,<br />
and a couple of panoramas of Niagara, <strong>the</strong> word-pa<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>t<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g of a<br />
waterfall is tedious.<br />
An American friend of m<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>e, a cultured gentleman, who<br />
loved poetry well enough for its own sake, told me that he had<br />
obta<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>ed a more correct and more satisfy<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g idea of <strong>the</strong> Lake<br />
district from an eighteenpenny book of photographic views<br />
than from all <strong>the</strong> works of Coleridge, Sou<strong>the</strong>y, and Wordsworth<br />
put toge<strong>the</strong>r. I also remember his say<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g c<strong>on</strong>cern<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g<br />
this subject of scenery <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> literature, that he would thank an<br />
author as much for writ<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g an eloquent descripti<strong>on</strong> of what he<br />
had just had for d<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>ner. But this was <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> reference to ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />
argument; namely, <strong>the</strong> proper prov<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>ce of each art. My friend<br />
ma<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>ta<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>ed that just as canvas and colour were <strong>the</strong> wr<strong>on</strong>g mediums<br />
for story tell<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g, so word-pa<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>t<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g was, at its best, but<br />
a clumsy method of c<strong>on</strong>vey<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g impressi<strong>on</strong>s that could much<br />
better be received through <strong>the</strong> eye.<br />
As regards <strong>the</strong> questi<strong>on</strong>, <strong>the</strong>re also l<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>gers <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> my memory<br />
very dist<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>ctly a hot school afterno<strong>on</strong>. The class was for English<br />
literature, and <strong>the</strong> proceed<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>gs commenced with <strong>the</strong> read<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g<br />
of a certa<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> lengthy, but o<strong>the</strong>rwise unobjecti<strong>on</strong>able, poem.<br />
The author’s name, I am ashamed to say, I have forgotten,<br />
toge<strong>the</strong>r with <strong>the</strong> title of <strong>the</strong> poem. The read<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g f<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>ished, we<br />
closed our books, and <strong>the</strong> Professor, a k<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>dly, white-haired old<br />
gentleman, suggested our giv<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> our own words an account<br />
of what we had just read.<br />
“Tell me,” said <strong>the</strong> Professor, encourag<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>gly, “what it is all<br />
about.”<br />
“Please, sir,” said <strong>the</strong> first boy — he spoke with bowed head<br />
and evident reluctance, as though <strong>the</strong> subject were <strong>on</strong>e which,