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1 1 | Paris, and went out there to sleep every evening. After
2 2 | of the Seine I asked him to tell me some stories about
3 3 | Ah, he said to me, how many memories I
4 3 | about the river. But listen to a fisherman as he mentions
5 3 | as he mentions the word. To him it is a mysterious thing,
6 4 | The land seems limited to the river boatman, and on
7 4 | flowing water is more terrible to me than the high waves of
8 9 | Ye tell them to each other as ye roll~
9 14| adventure that happened to me ten years ago.~
10 15| shoes and his bare neck, to go into the Supreme Court,
11 16| I stopped a few moments to draw breath near the reed-covered
12 17| peacefulness tempted me. I thought to myself that it would be
13 17| that it would be pleasant to smoke a pipe in this spot.
14 18| downstream with the current, to the end of the chain, and
15 18| possible. There was not a sound to be heard, except that I
16 18| shapes and seemed, at times, to move.~
17 20| Suddenly a frog croaked to my right, and close beside
18 20| nothing more, and resolved to smoke, to soothe my mind.
19 20| and resolved to smoke, to soothe my mind. But, although
20 20| gave up trying. I began to sing. The sound of my voice
21 20| my voice was distressing to me. So I lay still, but
22 20| disturbed me. It seemed to me as if she were making
23 20| huge lurches, from bank to bank of the river, touching
24 20| being, were drawing her to the surface of the water
25 20| water and lifting her out, to let her fall again. I was
26 20| noises around me. I sprang to my feet with a single bound.
27 21| somewhat shaky, and I resolved to leave the spot. I pulled
28 21| anchor chain, the boat began to move; then I felt a resistance.
29 21| with its head up stream to change the position of the
30 21| disheartened, and began to reflect on my situation.
31 21| was riveted at the bows to a piece of wood as thick
32 21| before some fisherman came to my aid. My ill-luck had
33 21| and was able, at length, to smoke my pipe. I had a bottle
34 21| three glasses, and was able to laugh at the situation.
35 22| and I again became a prey to a strange nervous agitation.
36 23| white fog which lay close to the water, so that when
37 23| poplars. I was as if buried to the waist in a cloud of
38 23| that someone was trying to climb into my boat which
39 23| dragged down by the feet to the bottom of these black
40 24| fact, as I should have had to ascend the stream at least
41 24| there were nine chances to one that I could not find
42 25| I tried to reason with myself. My will
43 25| will made me resolve not to be afraid, but there was
44 25| asked myself what there was to be afraid of. My brave "
45 26| believe if it had occurred to a fish to jump out of the
46 26| it had occurred to a fish to jump out of the water, as
47 26| would have been required to make me fall over, stiff
48 27| pulls. Then an idea came to me, and I began to shout
49 27| came to me, and I began to shout with all my might
50 28| about me. I did not dare to rise, and yet I intensely
51 28| and yet I intensely longed to do so. I delayed it from
52 28| I delayed it from moment to moment. I said to myself: "
53 28| moment to moment. I said to myself: "Come, get up!"
54 28| get up!" and I was afraid to move. At last I raised myself
55 28| sight that it is possible to see. It was one of those
56 28| distant lands, whom we listen to without believing.~
57 30| few moments I heard, first to the right and then to the
58 30| first to the right and then to the left, the abrupt, monotonous
59 30| of the bullfrogs. Strange to say, I was no longer afraid.
60 31| listened, while I trembled, to the rustling of the reeds
61 31| sound of the river. I tried to see, but could not distinguish
62 31| hands, which I held up close to my eyes.~
63 32| of her joined his efforts to ours, and gradually the
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