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We
pushed
off
again
,
and
made
what
way
we
could
.
It
was
much
harder
work
now
,
but
Herbert
and
Startop
persevered
,
and
rowed
and
rowed
and
rowed
until
the
sun
went
down
.
By
that
time
the
river
had
lifted
us
a
little
,
so
that
we
could
see
above
the
bank
.
There
was
the
red
sun
,
on
the
low
level
of
the
shore
,
in
a
purple
haze
,
fast
deepening
into
black
;
and
there
was
the
solitary
flat
marsh
;
and
far
away
there
were
the
rising
grounds
,
between
which
and
us
there
seemed
to
be
no
life
,
save
here
and
there
in
the
foreground
a
melancholy
gull
.
As
the
night
was
fast
falling
,
and
as
the
moon
,
being
past
the
full
,
would
not
rise
early
,
we
held
a
little
council
;
a
short
one
,
for
clearly
our
course
was
to
lie
by
at
the
first
lonely
tavern
we
could
find
.
So
,
they
plied
their
oars
once
more
,
and
I
looked
out
for
anything
like
a
house
.
Thus
we
held
on
,
speaking
little
,
for
four
or
five
dull
miles
.
It
was
very
cold
,
and
,
a
collier
coming
by
us
,
with
her
galley
-
fire
smoking
and
flaring
,
looked
like
a
comfortable
home
.
The
night
was
as
dark
by
this
time
as
it
would
be
until
morning
;
and
what
light
we
had
,
seemed
to
come
more
from
the
river
than
the
sky
,
as
the
oars
in
their
dipping
struck
at
a
few
reflected
stars
.
At
this
dismal
time
we
were
evidently
all
possessed
by
the
idea
that
we
were
followed
.
As
the
tide
made
,
it
flapped
heavily
at
irregular
intervals
against
the
shore
;
and
whenever
such
a
sound
came
,
one
or
other
of
us
was
sure
to
start
,
and
look
in
that
direction
.
Here
and
there
,
the
set
of
the
current
had
worn
down
the
bank
into
a
little
creek
,
and
we
were
all
suspicious
of
such
places
,
and
eyed
them
nervously
.
Sometimes
,
"
What
was
that
ripple
?
"
one
of
us
would
say
in
a
low
voice
.
Or
another
,
"
Is
that
a
boat
yonder
?
"
And
afterwards
we
would
fall
into
a
dead
silence
,
and
I
would
sit
impatiently
thinking
with
what
an
unusual
amount
of
noise
the
oars
worked
in
the
thowels
.
At
length
we
descried
a
light
and
a
roof
,
and
presently
afterwards
ran
alongside
a
little
causeway
made
of
stones
that
had
been
picked
up
hard
by
.
Leaving
the
rest
in
the
boat
,
I
stepped
ashore
,
and
found
the
light
to
be
in
a
window
of
a
public
-
house
.
It
was
a
dirty
place
enough
,
and
I
dare
say
not
unknown
to
smuggling
adventurers
;
but
there
was
a
good
fire
in
the
kitchen
,
and
there
were
eggs
and
bacon
to
eat
,
and
various
liquors
to
drink
.
Also
,
there
were
two
double
-
bedded
rooms
—
"
such
as
they
were
,
"
the
landlord
said
.
No
other
company
was
in
the
house
than
the
landlord
,
his
wife
,
and
a
grizzled
male
creature
,
the
"
Jack
"
of
the
little
causeway
,
who
was
as
slimy
and
smeary
as
if
he
had
been
low
-
water
mark
too
.
With
this
assistant
,
I
went
down
to
the
boat
again
,
and
we
all
came
ashore
,
and
brought
out
the
oars
,
and
rudder
and
boat
-
hook
,
and
all
else
,
and
hauled
her
up
for
the
night
.
We
made
a
very
good
meal
by
the
kitchen
fire
,
and
then
apportioned
the
bedrooms
:
Herbert
and
Startop
were
to
occupy
one
;
I
and
our
charge
the
other
.
We
found
the
air
as
carefully
excluded
from
both
,
as
if
air
were
fatal
to
life
;
and
there
were
more
dirty
clothes
and
bandboxes
under
the
beds
than
I
should
have
thought
the
family
possessed
.
But
we
considered
ourselves
well
off
,
notwithstanding
,
for
a
more
solitary
place
we
could
not
have
found
.
While
we
were
comforting
ourselves
by
the
fire
after
our
meal
,
the
Jack
—
who
was
sitting
in
a
corner
,
and
who
had
a
bloated
pair
of
shoes
on
,
which
he
had
exhibited
while
we
were
eating
our
eggs
and
bacon
,
as
interesting
relics
that
he
had
taken
a
few
days
ago
from
the
feet
of
a
drowned
seaman
washed
ashore
—
asked
me
if
we
had
seen
a
four
-
oared
galley
going
up
with
the
tide
?
When
I
told
him
No
,
he
said
she
must
have
gone
down
then
,
and
yet
she
"
took
up
too
,
"
when
she
left
there
.
"
They
must
ha
’
thought
better
on
’
t
for
some
reason
or
another
,
"
said
the
Jack
,
"
and
gone
down
.
"
"
A
four
-
oared
galley
,
did
you
say
?
"
said
I
.
