Par.

 1 1 |       several leagues from Paris, and went out there to sleep
 2 1 |   neighbors, a man between thirty and forty, who certainly was
 3 1 |           was an old boating man, and crazy about boating. He
 4 1 |         have been born in a boat, and he will certainly die in
 5 3 |        unknown, a land of mirages and phantasmagoria, where one
 6 3 |     passing through a cemetery -- and it is, in fact, the most
 7 4 |     limited to the river boatman, and on dark nights, when there
 8 4 |           It is often remorseless and cruel, it is true; but it
 9 4 |         while the river is silent and perfidious. It does not
10 4 |      flows along without a sound; and this eternal motion of flowing
11 5 |      fishes, amid strange forests and crystal grottoes. The river
12 5 |           light of the rising sun and gently laps its banks covered
13 10|                  On flowing tide, and this it is that gives~
14 15|          in Mother Lafon's house, and one of my closest friends,
15 15|         up boating, his low shoes and his bare neck, to go into
16 16|           I was coming home along and was pretty tired, rowing
17 17|         gleamed, the air was calm and soft. This peacefulness
18 17|         spot. I took up my anchor and cast it into the river.~
19 18|          to the end of the chain, and then stopped, and I seated
20 18|          chain, and then stopped, and I seated myself in the stern
21 18|         the stern on my sheepskin and made myself as comfortable
22 18|           water against the bank, and I noticed taller groups
23 18|      which assumed strange shapes and seemed, at times, to move.~
24 19|          All the creatures, frogs and toads, those nocturnal singers
25 20|         frog croaked to my right, and close beside me. I shuddered.
26 20|           I shuddered. It ceased, and I heard nothing more, and
27 20|         and I heard nothing more, and resolved to smoke, to soothe
28 20|      second draw I was nauseated, and gave up trying. I began
29 20|          the surface of the water and lifting her out, to let
30 21|       nerves were somewhat shaky, and I resolved to leave the
31 21|           the bottom of the river and I could not raise it. I
32 21|        caught. I flew into a rage and shook the chain furiously.
33 21|           sat down, disheartened, and began to reflect on my situation.
34 21|          boat, for it was massive and was riveted at the bows
35 21|        had quieted me. I sat down and was able, at length, to
36 21|       drank two or three glasses, and was able to laugh at the
37 22|         the boat. I gave a start, and a cold sweat broke out all
38 22|     current, but that was enough, and I again became a prey to
39 22|     agitation. I seized the chain and tensed my muscles in a desperate
40 23|       only the tops of the reeds, and farther off in the distance
41 23|     cotton of singular whiteness, and all sorts of strange fancies
42 23|      could no longer distinguish, and that the river, hidden by
43 23|          it almost suffocated me, and, almost beside myself, I
44 23| struggling about amid the grasses and reeds which I could not
45 23|        bank, nor finding my boat; and it seemed as if I would
46 24|          a spot free from grasses and rushes where I could land,
47 24|        not find my way in the fog and that I should drown, no
48 25|  something in me besides my will, and that other thing was afraid.
49 25|        ridiculed my coward "ego," and never did I realize, as
50 25|       thing, the other resisting, and each winning the day in
51 26|      inexplicable fear increased, and became terror. I remained
52 26|          make me fall over, stiff and unconscious.~
53 27|          took up my bottle of rum and took several pulls. Then
54 27|          Then an idea came to me, and I began to shout with all
55 28|             I drank some more rum and stretched myself out at
56 28|           I did not dare to rise, and yet I intensely longed to
57 28|           myself: "Come, get up!" and I was afraid to move. At
58 28|          sound that I might make; and looked over the edge of
59 29|         had gradually cleared off and massed on the banks, leaving
60 29|        these two white mountains; and high above my head sailed
61 30|         heard, first to the right and then to the left, the abrupt,
62 30|            the abrupt, monotonous and mournful metallic note of
63 31|       eyes the moon had gone down and the sky was full of clouds.
64 31|         the rustling of the reeds and the foreboding sound of
65 32|          called him; he came near and I told him of my ill-luck.
66 32|        his boat alongside of mine and, together, we pulled at
67 32|          came, gloomy gray, rainy and cold, one of those days
68 32|       days that bring one sorrows and misfortunes. I saw another
69 32|       joined his efforts to ours, and gradually the anchor yielded.
70 32|         we perceived a black mass and we drew it on board. It