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At
that
time
,
the
steam
-
traffic
on
the
Thames
was
far
below
its
present
extent
,
and
watermen
’
s
boats
were
far
more
numerous
.
Of
barges
,
sailing
colliers
,
and
coasting
-
traders
,
there
were
perhaps
,
as
many
as
now
;
but
of
steam
-
ships
,
great
and
small
,
not
a
tithe
or
a
twentieth
part
so
many
.
Early
as
it
was
,
there
were
plenty
of
scullers
going
here
and
there
that
morning
,
and
plenty
of
barges
dropping
down
with
the
tide
;
the
navigation
of
the
river
between
bridges
,
in
an
open
boat
,
was
a
much
easier
and
commoner
matter
in
those
days
than
it
is
in
these
;
and
we
went
ahead
among
many
skiffs
and
wherries
briskly
.
Old
London
Bridge
was
soon
passed
,
and
old
Billingsgate
Market
with
its
oyster
-
boats
and
Dutchmen
,
and
the
White
Tower
and
Traitor
’
s
Gate
,
and
we
were
in
among
the
tiers
of
shipping
.
Here
were
the
Leith
,
Aberdeen
,
and
Glasgow
steamers
,
loading
and
unloading
goods
,
and
looking
immensely
high
out
of
the
water
as
we
passed
alongside
;
here
,
were
colliers
by
the
score
and
score
,
with
the
coal
-
whippers
plunging
off
stages
on
deck
,
as
counterweights
to
measures
of
coal
swinging
up
,
which
were
then
rattled
over
the
side
into
barges
;
here
,
at
her
moorings
was
to
-
morrow
’
s
steamer
for
Rotterdam
,
of
which
we
took
good
notice
;
and
here
to
-
morrow
’
s
for
Hamburg
,
under
whose
bowsprit
we
crossed
.
And
now
I
,
sitting
in
the
stern
,
could
see
,
with
a
faster
beating
heart
,
Mill
Pond
Bank
and
Mill
Pond
stairs
.
"
Is
he
there
?
"
said
Herbert
.
"
Not
yet
.
"
"
Right
!
He
was
not
to
come
down
till
he
saw
us
.
Can
you
see
his
signal
?
"
"
Not
well
from
here
;
but
I
think
I
see
it
.
—
Now
I
see
him
!
Pull
both
.
Easy
,
Herbert
.
Oars
!
"
We
touched
the
stairs
lightly
for
a
single
moment
,
and
he
was
on
board
,
and
we
were
off
again
.
He
had
a
boat
-
cloak
with
him
,
and
a
black
canvas
bag
;
and
he
looked
as
like
a
river
-
pilot
as
my
heart
could
have
wished
.
"
Dear
boy
!
"
he
said
,
putting
his
arm
on
my
shoulder
,
as
he
took
his
seat
.
"
Faithful
dear
boy
,
well
done
.
Thankye
,
thankye
!
"
Again
among
the
tiers
of
shipping
,
in
and
out
,
avoiding
rusty
chain
-
cables
frayed
hempen
hawsers
and
bobbing
buoys
,
sinking
for
the
moment
floating
broken
baskets
,
scattering
floating
chips
of
wood
and
shaving
,
cleaving
floating
scum
of
coal
,
in
and
out
,
under
the
figure
-
head
of
the
John
of
Sunderland
making
a
speech
to
the
winds
(
as
is
done
by
many
Johns
)
,
and
the
Betsy
of
Yarmouth
with
a
firm
formality
of
bosom
and
her
knobby
eyes
starting
two
inches
out
of
her
head
;
in
and
out
,
hammers
going
in
ship
-
builders
’
yards
,
saws
going
at
timber
,
clashing
engines
going
at
things
unknown
,
pumps
going
in
leaky
ships
,
capstans
going
,
ships
going
out
to
sea
,
and
unintelligible
sea
-
creatures
roaring
curses
over
the
bulwarks
at
respondent
lightermen
,
in
and
out
—
out
at
last
upon
the
clearer
river
,
where
the
ships
’
boys
might
take
their
fenders
in
,
no
longer
fishing
in
troubled
waters
with
them
over
the
side
,
and
where
the
festooned
sails
might
fly
out
to
the
wind
.
