The Argosy . iged to be intown on Wednesday night. We had no time to go very much fartherafield. We had not done the Broads to anything like half their A Week on the Norfolk Broads, 6i extent; but it must be understood that we had not come to do them; merely to spend a week upon them. To becomethoroughly acquainted with the Broads, would take not one week butseveral. Then again there was the possibility of being becalmed, when onesprogress may be sure but is very slow. The men, with the best willin the world, can only send the craft along with their poles at therate of a tortoise gallop : and
The Argosy . iged to be intown on Wednesday night. We had no time to go very much fartherafield. We had not done the Broads to anything like half their A Week on the Norfolk Broads, 6i extent; but it must be understood that we had not come to do them; merely to spend a week upon them. To becomethoroughly acquainted with the Broads, would take not one week butseveral. Then again there was the possibility of being becalmed, when onesprogress may be sure but is very slow. The men, with the best willin the world, can only send the craft along with their poles at therate of a tortoise gallop : and this with hard work ; earning food andwage literally by the sweat of their brow. True the tortoise won therace in the end, but that was through being wise. If we were notwise now, we might easily, on Wednesday morning, find ourselveson the very wrong, very far side of Oulton Broad. Therefore we decided to make two days of the run from Yarmouthto Oulton : bringing up the first night once more at the quaint old. On the Broads. village, where perhaps the Postmaster by this time had managed tosolve J. profound problem. The second night we should bringup at Somerlayton; and the following morning would, under the mostadverse circumstances, quickly land us at Oulton Broad. We had said good-bye on the Sunday night to Mr. and Mrs. Rectorand THOSE dreadful girls. J. R. was very depressed, for wewere to see them no more. We went back to the yacht. To J. seemed cold and deserted. He confided to me that he felt likeMarianna in a moated Mockingbird. We were to start the nextmorning at nine. At eight oclock I was on deck putting the finishing touch to mytoilette. No doubt it was an airy dressing-room, but at that hour wehad the world to ourselves. J. R., after a sleepless night of anguish,had fallen into a feverish doze with daylight, and had only just turnedout—pale, haggard, unrefreshed; quite woe-begone. There was aturning just opposite to us : the end of the Mazes. Suddenly two
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