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You
pass
Oatlands
Park
on
the
right
bank
here
.
It
is
a
famous
old
place
.
Henry
VIII
stole
it
from
some
one
or
the
other
,
I
forget
whom
now
,
and
lived
in
it
.
There
is
a
grotto
in
the
park
which
you
can
see
for
a
fee
,
and
which
is
supposed
to
be
very
wonderful
;
but
I
can
not
see
much
in
it
myself
.
The
late
Duchess
of
York
,
who
lived
at
Oatlands
,
was
very
fond
of
dogs
,
and
kept
an
immense
number
.
She
had
a
special
graveyard
made
,
in
which
to
bury
them
when
they
died
,
and
there
they
lie
,
about
fifty
of
them
,
with
a
tombstone
over
each
,
and
an
epitaph
inscribed
thereon
.
Well
,
I
dare
say
they
deserve
it
quite
as
much
as
the
average
Christian
does
.
At
"
Corway
Stakes
"
--
the
first
bend
above
Walton
Bridge
--
was
fought
a
battle
between
Caesar
and
Cassivelaunus
.
Cassivelaunus
had
prepared
the
river
for
Caesar
,
by
planting
it
full
of
stakes
(
and
had
,
no
doubt
,
put
up
a
notice-board
)
.
But
Caesar
crossed
in
spite
of
this
.
You
could
n't
choke
Caesar
off
that
river
.
He
is
the
sort
of
man
we
want
round
the
backwaters
now
.
Halliford
and
Shepperton
are
both
pretty
little
spots
where
they
touch
the
river
;
but
there
is
nothing
remarkable
about
either
of
them
.
There
is
a
tomb
in
Shepperton
churchyard
,
however
,
with
a
poem
on
it
,
and
I
was
nervous
lest
Harris
should
want
to
get
out
and
fool
round
it
.
I
saw
him
fix
a
longing
eye
on
the
landing-stage
as
we
drew
near
it
,
so
I
managed
,
by
an
adroit
movement
,
to
jerk
his
cap
into
the
water
,
and
in
the
excitement
of
recovering
that
,
and
his
indignation
at
my
clumsiness
,
he
forgot
all
about
his
beloved
graves
.
At
Weybridge
,
the
Wey
(
a
pretty
little
stream
,
navigable
for
small
boats
up
to
Guildford
,
and
one
which
I
have
always
been
making
up
my
mind
to
explore
,
and
never
have
)
,
the
Bourne
,
and
the
Basingstoke
Canal
all
enter
the
Thames
together
.
The
lock
is
just
opposite
the
town
,
and
the
first
thing
that
we
saw
,
when
we
came
in
view
of
it
,
was
George
's
blazer
on
one
of
the
lock
gates
,
closer
inspection
showing
that
George
was
inside
it
.
Montmorency
set
up
a
furious
barking
,
I
shrieked
,
Harris
roared
;
George
waved
his
hat
,
and
yelled
back
.
The
lock-keeper
rushed
out
with
a
drag
,
under
the
impression
that
somebody
had
fallen
into
the
lock
,
and
appeared
annoyed
at
finding
that
no
one
had
.
George
had
rather
a
curious
oilskin-covered
parcel
in
his
hand
.
It
was
round
and
flat
at
one
end
,
with
a
long
straight
handle
sticking
out
of
it
.
"
What
's
that
?
"
said
Harris
--
"
a
frying-pan
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
George
,
with
a
strange
,
wild
look
glittering
in
his
eyes
;
"
they
are
all
the
rage
this
season
;
everybody
has
got
them
up
the
river
.
It
's
a
banjo
.
"
