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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fatalities, and <strong>the</strong> wea<strong>the</strong>r forecast, which latter prophesied<br />
“ra<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>, cold, wet to f<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>e” (whatever more than usually ghastly<br />
th<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> wea<strong>the</strong>r that may be), “occasi<strong>on</strong>al local thunderstorms,<br />
east w<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>d, with general depressi<strong>on</strong> over <strong>the</strong> Midland<br />
Counties (L<strong>on</strong>d<strong>on</strong> and Channel). Bar. fall<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g.”<br />
I do th<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>k that, of all <strong>the</strong> silly, irritat<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g tomfoolishness by<br />
which we are plagued, this “wea<strong>the</strong>r-forecast” fraud is about<br />
<strong>the</strong> most aggravat<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g. It “forecasts” precisely what happened<br />
yesterday or a <strong>the</strong> day before, and precisely <strong>the</strong> opposite of<br />
what is go<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g to happen to-day.<br />
I remember a holiday of m<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>e be<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g completely ru<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>ed <strong>on</strong>e<br />
late autumn by our pay<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g attenti<strong>on</strong> to <strong>the</strong> wea<strong>the</strong>r report of<br />
<strong>the</strong> local newspaper. “Heavy showers, with thunderstorms,<br />
may be expected to-day,” it would say <strong>on</strong> M<strong>on</strong>day, and so we<br />
would give up our picnic, and stop <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>doors all day, wait<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g<br />
for <strong>the</strong> ra<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>. — And people would pass <strong>the</strong> house, go<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g off <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
wag<strong>on</strong>ettes and coaches as jolly and merry as could be, <strong>the</strong> sun<br />
sh<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g><str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g out, and not a cloud to be seen.<br />
“Ah!” we said, as we stood look<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g out at <strong>the</strong>m through <strong>the</strong><br />
w<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>dow, “w<strong>on</strong>’t <strong>the</strong>y come home soaked!”<br />
And we chuckled to th<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>k how wet <strong>the</strong>y were go<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g to get,<br />
and came back and stirred <strong>the</strong> fire, and got our books, and arranged<br />
our specimens of seaweed and cockle shells. By twelve<br />
o’clock, with <strong>the</strong> sun pour<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>to <strong>the</strong> room, <strong>the</strong> heat became<br />
quite oppressive, and we w<strong>on</strong>dered when those heavy showers<br />
and occasi<strong>on</strong>al thunderstorms were go<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g to beg<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>.<br />
“Ah! <strong>the</strong>y’ll come <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>the</strong> afterno<strong>on</strong>, you’ll f<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>d,” we said to<br />
each o<strong>the</strong>r. “Oh, w<strong>on</strong>’t those people get wet. What a lark!”<br />
At <strong>on</strong>e o’clock, <strong>the</strong> landlady would come <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> to ask if we<br />
weren’t go<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g out, as it seemed such a lovely day.<br />
“No, no,” we replied, with a know<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g chuckle, “not we. We<br />
d<strong>on</strong>’t mean to get wet — no, no.”<br />
And when <strong>the</strong> afterno<strong>on</strong> was nearly g<strong>on</strong>e, and still <strong>the</strong>re was<br />
no sign of ra<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>, we tried to cheer ourselves up with <strong>the</strong> idea<br />
that it would come down all at <strong>on</strong>ce, just as <strong>the</strong> people had<br />
started for home, and were out of <strong>the</strong> reach of any shelter, and