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It
seemed
a
serious
indictment
enough
,
as
they
rolled
it
out
.
In
tact
,
considerateness
,
and
right
appreciation
,
as
well
as
in
taste
and
aesthetic
sensibilities
—
we
failed
at
every
point
,
we
breeched
and
bearded
prentice
-
jobs
of
Nature
;
and
I
began
to
feel
like
collapsing
on
the
carpet
from
sheer
spiritual
anaemia
.
But
when
one
of
them
,
with
a
swing
of
her
skirt
,
prostrated
a
whole
regiment
of
my
brave
tin
soldiers
,
and
never
apologized
nor
even
offered
her
aid
toward
revivifying
the
battle
-
line
,
I
could
not
help
feeling
that
in
tactfulness
and
consideration
for
others
she
was
still
a
little
to
seek
.
And
I
said
as
much
,
with
some
directness
of
language
.
That
was
the
end
of
me
,
from
a
society
point
of
view
.
Rudeness
to
visitors
was
the
unpardonable
sin
,
and
in
two
seconds
I
had
my
marching
orders
,
and
was
sullenly
wending
my
way
to
the
St
.
Elelena
of
the
nursery
.
As
I
climbed
the
stair
,
my
thoughts
reverted
somehow
to
a
game
we
had
been
playing
that
very
morning
.
It
was
the
good
old
game
of
Rafts
,
—
a
game
that
will
be
played
till
all
the
oceans
are
dry
and
all
the
trees
in
the
world
are
felled
—
and
after
.
And
we
were
all
crowded
together
on
the
precarious
little
platform
,
and
Selina
occupied
every
bit
as
much
room
as
I
did
,
and
Charlotte
’
s
legs
didn
’
t
dangle
over
any
more
than
Harold
’
s
.
The
pitiless
sun
overhead
beat
on
us
all
with
tropic
impartiality
,
and
the
hungry
sharks
,
whose
fins
scored
the
limitless
Pacific
stretching
out
on
every
side
,
were
impelled
by
an
appetite
that
made
no
exceptions
as
to
sex
.
When
we
shared
the
ultimate
biscuit
and
circulated
the
last
water
-
keg
,
the
girls
got
an
absolute
fourth
apiece
,
and
neither
more
nor
less
;
and
the
only
partiality
shown
was
entirely
in
favour
of
Charlotte
,
who
was
allowed
to
perceive
and
to
hail
the
saviour
-
sail
on
the
horizon
.
And
this
was
only
because
it
was
her
turn
to
do
so
,
not
because
she
happened
to
be
this
or
that
.
Surely
,
the
rules
of
the
raft
were
the
rules
of
life
,
and
in
what
,
then
,
did
these
visitor
-
ladies
’
grievance
consist
?
Puzzled
and
a
little
sulky
,
I
pushed
open
the
door
of
the
deserted
nursery
,
where
the
raft
that
had
rocked
beneath
so
many
hopes
and
fears
still
occupied
the
ocean
-
floor
.
To
the
dull
eye
,
that
merely
tarries
upon
the
outsides
of
things
,
it
might
have
appeared
unromantic
and
even
unraftlike
,
consisting
only
as
it
did
of
a
round
sponge
-
bath
on
a
bald
deal
towel
-
horse
placed
flat
on
the
floor
.
Even
to
myself
much
of
the
recent
raft
-
glamour
seemed
to
have
departed
as
I
half
-
mechanically
stepped
inside
and
curled
myself
up
in
it
for
a
solitary
voyage
.
Once
I
was
in
,
however
,
the
old
magic
and
mystery
returned
in
full
flood
,
when
I
discovered
that
the
inequalities
of
the
towel
-
horse
caused
the
bath
to
rock
,
slightly
,
indeed
,
but
easily
and
incessantly
.
A
few
minutes
of
this
delightful
motion
,
and
one
was
fairly
launched
.
So
those
women
below
didn
’
t
want
us
?
Well
,
there
were
other
women
,
and
other
places
,
that
did
.
And
this
was
going
to
be
no
scrambling
raft
-
affair
,
but
a
full
-
blooded
voyage
of
the
Man
,
equipped
and
purposeful
,
in
search
of
what
was
his
rightful
own
.
Whither
should
I
shape
my
course
,
and
what
sort
of
vessel
should
I
charter
for
the
voyage
?
The
shipping
of
all
England
was
mine
to
pick
from
,
and
the
far
corners
of
the
globe
were
my
rightful
inheritance
.
A
frigate
,
of
course
,
seemed
the
natural
vehicle
for
a
boy
of
spirit
to
set
out
in
.
And
yet
there
was
something
rather
“
uppish
”
in
commanding
a
frigate
at
the
very
first
set
-
off
,
and
little
spread
was
left
for
the
ambition
.
Frigates
,
too
,
could
always
be
acquired
later
by
sheer
adventure
;
and
your
real
hero
generally
saved
up
a
square
-
rigged
ship
for
the
final
achievement
and
the
rapt
return
.
No
,
it
was
a
schooner
that
I
was
aboard
of
—
a
schooner
whose
masts
raked
devilishly
as
the
leaping
seas
hissed
along
her
low
black
gunwale
.
Many
hairbrained
youths
started
out
on
a
mere
cutter
;
but
I
was
prudent
,
and
besides
I
had
some
inkling
of
the
serious
affairs
that
were
ahead
.
I
have
said
I
was
already
on
board
;
and
,
indeed
,
on
this
occasion
I
was
too
hungry
for
adventure
to
linger
over
what
would
have
been
a
special
delight
at
a
period
of
more
leisure
—
the
dangling
about
the
harbour
,
the
choosing
your
craft
,
selecting
your
shipmates
,
stowing
your
cargo
,
and
fitting
up
your
private
cabin
with
everything
you
might
want
to
put
your
hand
on
in
any
emergency
whatever
.
I
could
not
wait
for
that
.
Out
beyond
soundings
the
big
seas
were
racing
westward
and
calling
me
,
albatrosses
hovered
motionless
,
expectant
of
a
comrade
,
and
a
thousand
islands
held
each
of
them
a
fresh
adventure
,
stored
up
,
hidden
away
,
awaiting
production
,
expressly
saved
for
me
.
We
were
humming
,
close
-
hauled
,
down
the
Channel
,
spray
in
the
eyes
and
the
shrouds
thrilling
musically
,
in
much
less
time
than
the
average
man
would
have
taken
to
transfer
his
Gladstone
bag
and
his
rugs
from
the
train
to
a
sheltered
place
on
the
promenade
-
deck
of
the
tame
daily
steamer
.
So
long
as
we
were
in
pilotage
I
stuck
manfully
to
the
wheel
.
The
undertaking
was
mine
,
and
with
it
all
its
responsibilities
,
and
there
was
some
tricky
steering
to
be
done
as
we
sped
by
headland
and
bay
,
ere
we
breasted
the
great
seas
outside
and
the
land
fell
away
behind
us
.
But
as
soon
as
the
Atlantic
had
opened
out
I
began
to
feel
that
it
would
be
rather
nice
to
take
tea
by
myself
in
my
own
cabin
,
and
it
therefore
became
necessary
to
invent
a
comrade
or
two
,
to
take
their
turn
at
the
wheel
.
This
was
easy
enough
.
