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and
trying
to
look
as
if
I
did
n't
know
it
.
Six
small
boys
,
and
four
stray
dogs
.
When
we
got
down
to
the
landing-stage
,
the
boatman
said
:
"
Let
me
see
,
sir
;
was
yours
a
steam-launch
or
a
house-boat
?
"
On
our
informing
him
it
was
a
double-sculling
skiff
,
he
seemed
surprised
.
We
had
a
good
deal
of
trouble
with
steam
launches
that
morning
.
It
was
just
before
the
Henley
week
,
and
they
were
going
up
in
large
numbers
;
some
by
themselves
,
some
towing
houseboats
.
I
do
hate
steam
launches
:
I
suppose
every
rowing
man
does
.
I
never
see
a
steam
launch
but
I
feel
I
should
like
to
lure
it
to
a
lonely
part
of
the
river
,
and
there
,
in
the
silence
and
the
solitude
,
strangle
it
.
There
is
a
blatant
bumptiousness
about
a
steam
launch
that
has
the
knack
of
rousing
every
evil
instinct
in
my
nature
,
and
I
yearn
for
the
good
old
days
,
when
you
could
go
about
and
tell
people
what
you
thought
of
them
with
a
hatchet
and
a
bow
and
arrows
.
The
expression
on
the
face
of
the
man
who
,
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
stands
by
the
stern
,
smoking
a
cigar
,
is
sufficient
to
excuse
a
breach
of
the
peace
by
itself
;
and
the
lordly
whistle
for
you
to
get
out
of
the
way
would
,
I
am
confident
,
ensure
a
verdict
of
"
justifiable
homicide
"
from
any
jury
of
river
men
.
They
used
to
have
to
whistle
for
us
to
get
out
of
their
way
.
If
I
may
do
so
,
without
appearing
boastful
,
I
think
I
can
honestly
say
that
our
one
small
boat
,
during
that
week
,
caused
more
annoyance
and
delay
and
aggravation
to
the
steam
launches
that
we
came
across
than
all
the
other
craft
on
the
river
put
together
.
"
Steam
launch
,
coming
!
"
one
of
us
would
cry
out
,
on
sighting
the
enemy
in
the
distance
;
and
,
in
an
instant
,
everything
was
got
ready
to
receive
her
.
I
would
take
the
lines
,
and
Harris
and
George
would
sit
down
beside
me
,
all
of
us
with
our
backs
to
the
launch
,
and
the
boat
would
drift
out
quietly
into
mid-stream
.
On
would
come
the
launch
,
whistling
,
and
on
we
would
go
,
drifting
.
At
about
a
hundred
yards
off
,
she
would
start
whistling
like
mad
,
and
the
people
would
come
and
lean
over
the
side
,
and
roar
at
us
;
but
we
never
heard
them
!
Harris
would
be
telling
us
an
anecdote
about
his
mother
,
and
George
and
I
would
not
have
missed
a
word
of
it
for
worlds
.
