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1 1 | old boating man, and crazy about boating. He was always beside
2 2 |    to tell me some stories about his life on the water. The
3 3 |    in streets know nothing about the river. But listen to
4 16| reed-covered point yonder, about two hundred metres from
5 20|   fall again. I was tossed about as in a tempest. I heard
6 23| this heavy fog, struggling about amid the grasses and reeds
7 28| the boat. I remained there about an hour, perhaps two, not
8 28|  open, with nightmares all about me. I did not dare to rise,