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Harris's account of it. The swans had tried to drag him and Montmorency out of the boat and drown them; and he had defended himself like a hero for four hours, and had killed the lot, and they had all paddled away to die. "How many swans did you say there were?" asked George. "Thirty-two," replied Harris, sleepily. "You said eighteen just now," said George. "No, I didn't," grunted Harris; "I said twelve. Think I can't count?" What were the real facts about these swans we never found out. We questioned Harris on the subject in the morning, and he said, "What swans?" and seemed to think that George and I had been dreaming. Oh, how delightful it was to be safe in the boat, after our trials and fears! We ate a hearty supper, George and I, and we should have had some toddy after it, if we could have found the whisky, but we could not. We examined Harris as to what he had done with it; but he did not seem to know what we meant by "whisky," or what we were talking about at all. Montmorency looked as if he knew something, but said nothing. I slept well that night, and should have slept better if it had not been for Harris. I have a vague recollection of having been woke up at least a dozen times during the night by Harris wandering about the boat with the lantern, looking for his clothes. He seemed to be worrying about his clothes all night. Twice he routed up George and myself to see if we were lying on his trousers. George got quite wild the second time. "What the thunder do you want your trousers for, in the middle of the night?" he asked indignantly. "Why don't you lie down, and go to sleep?" I found him in trouble, the next time I awoke, because he could not find his socks; and my last hazy remembrance is of being rolled over on my side, and of hearing Harris muttering something about its being an extraordinary thing where his umbrella could have got to. CHAPTER XV. Household duties.--Love of work.--The old river hand, what he does and what he tells you he has done.--Scepticism of the new generation.--Early boating recollections.--Rafting.--George does the thing in style.--The old boatman, his method.--So calm, so full of peace.--The beginner.--Punting.--A sad accident.--Pleasures of friendship.--Sailing, my first experience.--Possible reason why we were not drowned. [Picture: Woman at housework] We woke late the next morning, and, at Harris's earnest desire, partook of a plain b
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