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By
a
sort
of
natural
instinct
,
we
,
of
course
,
eventually
decided
that
the
bottom
was
the
top
,
and
set
to
work
to
fix
it
upside-down
.
But
it
was
a
long
time
before
we
could
get
it
up
,
either
that
way
or
any
other
way
.
The
impression
on
the
mind
of
the
sail
seemed
to
be
that
we
were
playing
at
funerals
,
and
that
I
was
the
corpse
and
itself
was
the
winding-sheet
.
When
it
found
that
this
was
not
the
idea
,
it
hit
me
over
the
head
with
the
boom
,
and
refused
to
do
anything
.
"
Wet
it
,
"
said
Hector
;
"
drop
it
over
and
get
it
wet
.
"
He
said
people
in
ships
always
wetted
the
sails
before
they
put
them
up
.
So
I
wetted
it
;
but
that
only
made
matters
worse
than
they
were
before
.
A
dry
sail
clinging
to
your
legs
and
wrapping
itself
round
your
head
is
not
pleasant
,
but
,
when
the
sail
is
sopping
wet
,
it
becomes
quite
vexing
.
We
did
get
the
thing
up
at
last
,
the
two
of
us
together
.
We
fixed
it
,
not
exactly
upside
down
--
more
sideways
like
--
and
we
tied
it
up
to
the
mast
with
the
painter
,
which
we
cut
off
for
the
purpose
.
That
the
boat
did
not
upset
I
simply
state
as
a
fact
.
Why
it
did
not
upset
I
am
unable
to
offer
any
reason
.
I
have
often
thought
about
the
matter
since
,
but
I
have
never
succeeded
in
arriving
at
any
satisfactory
explanation
of
the
phenomenon
.
Possibly
the
result
may
have
been
brought
about
by
the
natural
obstinacy
of
all
things
in
this
world
.
The
boat
may
possibly
have
come
to
the
conclusion
,
judging
from
a
cursory
view
of
our
behaviour
,
that
we
had
come
out
for
a
morning
's
suicide
,
and
had
thereupon
determined
to
disappoint
us
.
That
is
the
only
suggestion
I
can
offer
.
By
clinging
like
grim
death
to
the
gunwale
,
we
just
managed
to
keep
inside
the
boat
,
but
it
was
exhausting
work
.
Hector
said
that
pirates
and
other
seafaring
people
generally
lashed
the
rudder
to
something
or
other
,
and
hauled
in
the
main
top-jib
,
during
severe
squalls
,
and
thought
we
ought
to
try
to
do
something
of
the
kind
;
but
I
was
for
letting
her
have
her
head
to
the
wind
.
As
my
advice
was
by
far
the
easiest
to
follow
,
we
ended
by
adopting
it
,
and
contrived
to
embrace
the
gunwale
and
give
her
her
head
.
The
boat
travelled
up
stream
for
about
a
mile
at
a
pace
I
have
never
sailed
at
since
,
and
do
n't
want
to
again
.
Then
,
at
a
bend
,
she
heeled
over
till
half
her
sail
was
under
water
.
Then
she
righted
herself
by
a
miracle
and
flew
for
a
long
low
bank
of
soft
mud
.
