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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twenty m<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>utes before <strong>the</strong>y get off aga<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>, and, at <strong>the</strong> next corner,<br />
<strong>the</strong>y see a cow, and you have to leave <strong>the</strong> boat to chivy <strong>the</strong><br />
cow out of <strong>the</strong>ir way.<br />
There is never a dull moment <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>the</strong> boat while girls are<br />
tow<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g it.<br />
George got <strong>the</strong> l<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>e right after a while, and towed us steadily<br />
<strong>on</strong> to Pent<strong>on</strong> Hook. There we discussed <strong>the</strong> important questi<strong>on</strong><br />
of camp<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g. We had decided to sleep <strong>on</strong> board that night, and<br />
we had ei<strong>the</strong>r to lay up just about <strong>the</strong>re, or go <strong>on</strong> past Sta<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>es.<br />
It seemed early to th<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>k about shutt<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g up <strong>the</strong>n, however, with<br />
<strong>the</strong> sun still <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>the</strong> heavens, and we settled to push straight <strong>on</strong><br />
for Runnymead, three and a half miles fur<strong>the</strong>r, a quiet wooded<br />
part of <strong>the</strong> river, and where <strong>the</strong>re is good shelter.<br />
We all wished, however, afterward that we had stopped at<br />
Pent<strong>on</strong> Hook. <str<strong>on</strong>g>Three</str<strong>on</strong>g> or four miles up stream is a trifle, early <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
<strong>the</strong> morn<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g, but it is a weary pull at <strong>the</strong> end of a l<strong>on</strong>g day. You<br />
take no <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>terest <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>the</strong> scenery dur<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g <strong>the</strong>se last few miles. You<br />
do not chat and laugh. Every half-mile you cover seems like<br />
two. You can hardly believe you are <strong>on</strong>ly where you are, and<br />
you are c<strong>on</strong>v<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>ced that <strong>the</strong> map must be wr<strong>on</strong>g; and, when you<br />
have trudged al<strong>on</strong>g for what seems to you at least ten miles,<br />
and still <strong>the</strong> lock is not <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> sight, you beg<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> to seriously fear that<br />
somebody must have sneaked it, and run off with it.<br />
I remember be<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g terribly upset <strong>on</strong>ce up <strong>the</strong> river (<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> a<br />
figurative sense, I mean). I was out with a young lady — cous<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
<strong>on</strong> my mo<strong>the</strong>r’s side — and we were pull<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g down to Gor<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g.<br />
It was ra<strong>the</strong>r late, and we were anxious to get <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> — at least she<br />
was anxious to get <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>. It was half-past six when we reached<br />
Bens<strong>on</strong>’s lock, and dusk was draw<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g <strong>on</strong>, and she began to get<br />
excited <strong>the</strong>n. She said she must be <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> to supper. I said it was a<br />
th<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g I felt I wanted to be <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> at, too; and I drew out a map I had<br />
with me to see exactly how far it was. I saw it was just a mile<br />
and a half to <strong>the</strong> next lock — Wall<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>gford — and five <strong>on</strong> from<br />
<strong>the</strong>re to Cleeve.<br />
“Oh, it’s all right!” I said. “We’ll be through <strong>the</strong> next lock