umber of times, but I have never been able to get the
hang of it. The man who could row a straight course from Oxford to
Iffley ought to be able to live comfortably, under one roof, with his
wife, his mother-in-law, his elder sister, and the old servant who was in
the family when he was a baby.

First the current drives you on to the right bank, and then on to the
left, then it takes you out into the middle, turns you round three times,
and carries you up stream again, and always ends by trying to smash you
up against a college barge.

Of course, as a consequence of this, we got in the way of a good many
other boats, during the mile, and they in ours, and, of course, as a
consequence of that, a good deal of bad language occurred.

I don't know why it should be, but everybody is always so exceptionally
irritable on the river. Little mishaps, that you would hardly notice on
dry land, drive you nearly frantic with rage, when they occur on the
water. When Harris or George makes an ass of himself on dry land, I
smile indulgently; when they behave in a chuckle-head way on the river, I
use the most blood-curdling language to them. When another boat gets in
my way, I feel I want to take an oar and kill all the people in it.

The mildest tempered people, when on land, become violent and
blood-thirsty when in a boat. I did a little boating once with a young
lady. She was naturally of the sweetest and gentlest disposition
imaginable, but on the river it was quite awful to hear her.

"Oh, drat the man!" she would exclaim, when some unfortunate sculler
would get in her way; "why don't he look where he's going?"

And, "Oh, bother the silly old thing!" she would say indignantly, when
the sail would not go up properly. And she would catch hold of it, and
shake it quite brutally.

Yet, as I have said, when on shore she was kind-hearted and amiable
enough.

[Picture: Man at the lock] [Picture: Man at the lock] The air of the
river has a demoralising effect upon one's temper, and this it is, I
suppose, which causes even barge men to be sometimes rude to one another,
and to use language which, no doubt, in their calmer moments they regret.

CHAPTER XIX.

Oxford.--Montmorency's idea of Heaven.--The hired up-river boat, its
beauties and advantages.--The "Pride of the Thames."--The weather
changes.--The river under different aspects.--Not a cheerful
evening.--Yearnings for the unattainable.--The cheery chat goes
rou