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Eight
o
’
clock
had
struck
before
I
got
into
the
air
,
that
was
scented
,
not
disagreeably
,
by
the
chips
and
shavings
of
the
long
-
shore
boat
-
builders
,
and
mast
,
oar
,
and
block
makers
.
All
that
water
-
side
region
of
the
upper
and
lower
Pool
below
Bridge
was
unknown
ground
to
me
;
and
when
I
struck
down
by
the
river
,
I
found
that
the
spot
I
wanted
was
not
where
I
had
supposed
it
to
be
,
and
was
anything
but
easy
to
find
.
It
was
called
Mill
Pond
Bank
,
Chinks
’
s
Basin
;
and
I
had
no
other
guide
to
Chinks
’
s
Basin
than
the
Old
Green
Copper
Rope
-
walk
.
It
matters
not
what
stranded
ships
repairing
in
dry
docks
I
lost
myself
among
,
what
old
hulls
of
ships
in
course
of
being
knocked
to
pieces
,
what
ooze
and
slime
and
other
dregs
of
tide
,
what
yards
of
ship
-
builders
and
ship
-
breakers
,
what
rusty
anchors
blindly
biting
into
the
ground
,
though
for
years
off
duty
,
what
mountainous
country
of
accumulated
casks
and
timber
,
how
many
ropewalks
that
were
not
the
Old
Green
Copper
.
After
several
times
falling
short
of
my
destination
and
as
often
overshooting
it
,
I
came
unexpectedly
round
a
corner
,
upon
Mill
Pond
Bank
.
It
was
a
fresh
kind
of
place
,
all
circumstances
considered
,
where
the
wind
from
the
river
had
room
to
turn
itself
round
;
and
there
were
two
or
three
trees
in
it
,
and
there
was
the
stump
of
a
ruined
windmill
,
and
there
was
the
Old
Green
Copper
Ropewalk
—
whose
long
and
narrow
vista
I
could
trace
in
the
moonlight
,
along
a
series
of
wooden
frames
set
in
the
ground
,
that
looked
like
superannuated
haymaking
-
rakes
which
had
grown
old
and
lost
most
of
their
teeth
.
Selecting
from
the
few
queer
houses
upon
Mill
Pond
Bank
a
house
with
a
wooden
front
and
three
stories
of
bow
-
window
(
not
bay
-
window
,
which
is
another
thing
)
,
I
looked
at
the
plate
upon
the
door
,
and
read
there
,
Mrs
.
Whimple
.
That
being
the
name
I
wanted
,
I
knocked
,
and
an
elderly
woman
of
a
pleasant
and
thriving
appearance
responded
.
She
was
immediately
deposed
,
however
,
by
Herbert
,
who
silently
led
me
into
the
parlor
and
shut
the
door
.
It
was
an
odd
sensation
to
see
his
very
familiar
face
established
quite
at
home
in
that
very
unfamiliar
room
and
region
;
and
I
found
myself
looking
at
him
,
much
as
I
looked
at
the
corner
-
cupboard
with
the
glass
and
china
,
the
shells
upon
the
chimney
-
piece
,
and
the
colored
engravings
on
the
wall
,
representing
the
death
of
Captain
Cook
,
a
ship
-
launch
,
and
his
Majesty
King
George
the
Third
in
a
state
coachman
’
s
wig
,
leather
-
breeches
,
and
top
-
boots
,
on
the
terrace
at
Windsor
.
"
All
is
well
,
Handel
,
"
said
Herbert
,
"
and
he
is
quite
satisfied
,
though
eager
to
see
you
.
My
dear
girl
is
with
her
father
;
and
if
you
’
ll
wait
till
she
comes
down
,
I
’
ll
make
you
known
to
her
,
and
then
we
’
ll
go
up
stairs
.
That
’
s
her
father
.
"
I
had
become
aware
of
an
alarming
growling
overhead
,
and
had
probably
expressed
the
fact
in
my
countenance
.
"
I
am
afraid
he
is
a
sad
old
rascal
,
"
said
Herbert
,
smiling
,
"
but
I
have
never
seen
him
.
Don
’
t
you
smell
rum
?
He
is
always
at
it
.
"
"
At
rum
?
"
said
I
.
"
Yes
,
"
returned
Herbert
,
"
and
you
may
suppose
how
mild
it
makes
his
gout
.
He
persists
,
too
,
in
keeping
all
the
provisions
up
stairs
in
his
room
,
and
serving
them
out
.
He
keeps
them
on
shelves
over
his
head
,
and
will
weigh
them
all
.
His
room
must
be
like
a
chandler
’
s
shop
.
"
While
he
thus
spoke
,
the
growling
noise
became
a
prolonged
roar
,
and
then
died
away
.
"
What
else
can
be
the
consequence
,
"
said
Herbert
,
in
explanation
,
"
if
he
will
cut
the
cheese
?
A
man
with
the
gout
in
his
right
hand
—
and
everywhere
else
—
can
’
t
expect
to
get
through
a
Double
Gloucester
without
hurting
himself
.
"
