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Indeed
,
Harris
and
I
were
quite
enthusiastic
about
the
business
,
for
the
first
few
hours
.
And
we
sang
a
song
about
a
gipsy
's
life
,
and
how
delightful
a
gipsy
's
existence
was
!
--
free
to
storm
and
sunshine
,
and
to
every
wind
that
blew
!
--
and
how
he
enjoyed
the
rain
,
and
what
a
lot
of
good
it
did
him
;
and
how
he
laughed
at
people
who
did
n't
like
it
.
George
took
the
fun
more
soberly
,
and
stuck
to
the
umbrella
.
We
hoisted
the
cover
before
we
had
lunch
,
and
kept
it
up
all
the
afternoon
,
just
leaving
a
little
space
in
the
bow
,
from
which
one
of
us
could
paddle
and
keep
a
look-out
.
In
this
way
we
made
nine
miles
,
and
pulled
up
for
the
night
a
little
below
Day
's
Lock
.
I
can
not
honestly
say
that
we
had
a
merry
evening
.
The
rain
poured
down
with
quiet
persistency
.
Everything
in
the
boat
was
damp
and
clammy
.
Supper
was
not
a
success
.
Cold
veal
pie
,
when
you
do
n't
feel
hungry
,
is
apt
to
cloy
.
I
felt
I
wanted
whitebait
and
a
cutlet
;
Harris
babbled
of
soles
and
white-sauce
,
and
passed
the
remains
of
his
pie
to
Montmorency
,
who
declined
it
,
and
,
apparently
insulted
by
the
offer
,
went
and
sat
over
at
the
other
end
of
the
boat
by
himself
.
George
requested
that
we
would
not
talk
about
these
things
,
at
all
events
until
he
had
finished
his
cold
boiled
beef
without
mustard
.
We
played
penny
nap
after
supper
.
We
played
for
about
an
hour
and
a
half
,
by
the
end
of
which
time
George
had
won
fourpence
--
George
always
is
lucky
at
cards
--
and
Harris
and
I
had
lost
exactly
twopence
each
.
We
thought
we
would
give
up
gambling
then
.
As
Harris
said
,
it
breeds
an
unhealthy
excitement
when
carried
too
far
.
George
offered
to
go
on
and
give
us
our
revenge
;
but
Harris
and
I
decided
not
to
battle
any
further
against
Fate
.
After
that
,
we
mixed
ourselves
some
toddy
,
and
sat
round
and
talked
.
George
told
us
about
a
man
he
had
known
,
who
had
come
up
the
river
two
years
ago
and
who
had
slept
out
in
a
damp
boat
on
just
such
another
night
as
that
was
,
and
it
had
given
him
rheumatic
fever
,
and
nothing
was
able
to
save
him
,
and
he
had
died
in
great
agony
ten
days
afterwards
.
George
said
he
was
quite
a
young
man
,
and
was
engaged
to
be
married
.
He
said
it
was
one
of
the
saddest
things
he
had
ever
known
.
And
that
put
Harris
in
mind
of
a
friend
of
his
,
who
had
been
in
the
Volunteers
,
and
who
had
slept
out
under
canvas
one
wet
night
down
at
Aldershot
,
"
on
just
such
another
night
as
this
,
"
said
Harris
;
and
he
had
woke
up
in
the
morning
a
cripple
for
life
.
Harris
said
he
would
introduce
us
both
to
the
man
when
we
got
back
to
town
;
it
would
make
our
hearts
bleed
to
see
him
.
