Par.
1 29| white mountains; and high above my head sailed the great
2 30| and then to the left, the abrupt, monotonous and mournful
3 2 | heart one great passion, an absorbing, irresistible passion-the
4 1 | After a few days I made the acquaintance of one of my neighbors,
5 14| will tell you of a singular adventure that happened to me ten
6 19| calm, but I felt myself affected by the unusual silence that
7 1 | to sleep every evening. After a few days I made the acquaintance
8 18| imperceptible lapping of the water against the bank, and I noticed
9 22| prey to a strange nervous agitation. I seized the chain and
10 14| happened to me ten years ago.~
11 | Ah
12 21| some fisherman came to my aid. My ill-luck had quieted
13 | air
14 32| ill-luck. He rowed his boat alongside of mine and, together, we
15 20| river, touching each bank alternately. Then I felt as though an
16 20| to soothe my mind. But, although I was a noted colorer of
17 15| I was living, as I am now, in Mother Lafon's house,
18 5 | those who are drowned roam among the big fishes, amid strange
19 2 | good man at once became animated, his whole expression changed,
20 32| sorrows and misfortunes. I saw another boat. We hailed it. The
21 21| under the stars without any great harm.~
22 5 | of blue where those who are drowned roam among the big
23 21| piece of wood as thick as my arm. However, as the weather
24 24| as I should have had to ascend the stream at least five
25 31| for I ended by falling asleep. When I opened my eyes the
26 18| taller groups of reeds which assumed strange shapes and seemed,
27 30| remarkable things would not have astonished me.~
28 28| most marvellous, the most astonishing sight that it is possible
29 30| creatures in the water were awake. The frogs croaked furiously,
30 23| myself, I thought of swimming away from the place. But then,
31 23| felt as if it had a tight band round it, my heart beat
32 15| boating, his low shoes and his bare neck, to go into the Supreme
33 23| band round it, my heart beat so that it almost suffocated
34 5 | rots in the slime. It is beautiful, however, when it sparkles
35 23| The river had slowly become enveloped in a thick white
36 27| violent effort I succeeded in becoming almost rational again. I
37 20| though an invisible force, or being, were drawing her to the
38 26| be something terrible. I believe if it had occurred to a
39 28| whom we listen to without believing.~
40 15| my closest friends, Louis Bernet who has now given up boating,
41 25| there was something in me besides my will, and that other
42 32| by little, however, the blackness became less intense. All
43 31| mournfully, the wind was blowing, it was pitch dark. I drank
44 5 | its bosom vast tracts of blue where those who are drowned
45 29| moon, in the midst of a bluish, milky sky.~
46 4 | seems limited to the river boatman, and on dark nights, when
47 1 | water. He must have been born in a boat, and he will certainly
48 22| caused by some piece of wood borne along by the current, but
49 5 | that the sea hides in its bosom vast tracts of blue where
50 20| to my feet with a single bound. The water was glistening,
51 21| massive and was riveted at the bows to a piece of wood as thick
52 25| was to be afraid of. My brave "ego" ridiculed my coward "
53 21| situation. I could not dream of breaking this chain, or detaching
54 16| metres from the railway bridge.~
55 17| magnificent night, the moon shone brightly, the river gleamed, the
56 29| moonlight with the dazzling brilliance of snow. One saw nothing
57 32| one of those days that bring one sorrows and misfortunes.
58 22| start, and a cold sweat broke out all over me. The noise
59 21| chain furiously. Nothing budged. I sat down, disheartened,
60 30| mournful metallic note of the bullfrogs. Strange to say, I was no
61 23| Italian poplars. I was as if buried to the waist in a cloud
62 | C
63 32| replied; it was a fisherman. I called him; he came near and I
64 17| I took up my anchor and cast it into the river.~
65 22| The noise was, doubtless, caused by some piece of wood borne
66 28| raised myself with infinite caution as though my life depended
67 20| beside me. I shuddered. It ceased, and I heard nothing more,
68 3 | fact, the most sinister of cemeteries, one in which one has no
69 3 | as in passing through a cemetery -- and it is, in fact, the
70 24| could land, there were nine chances to one that I could not
71 21| with its head up stream to change the position of the anchor.
72 2 | animated, his whole expression changed, he became eloquent, almost
73 29| leaving the river absolutely clear; while it formed on either
74 29| the water, had gradually cleared off and massed on the banks,
75 23| that someone was trying to climb into my boat which I could
76 15| Lafon's house, and one of my closest friends, Louis Bernet who
77 23| buried to the waist in a cloud of cotton of singular whiteness,
78 31| and the sky was full of clouds. The water lapped mournfully,
79 20| although I was a noted colorer of pipes, I could not smoke;
80 18| sheepskin and made myself as comfortable as possible. There was not
81 16| One evening as I was coming home along and was pretty
82 27| towards all the points of the compass in succession. When my throat
83 3 | how many memories I have, connected with that river that you
84 32| slowly, loaded down by a considerable weight. At length we perceived
85 32| it on board. It was the corpse of an old women with a big
86 23| the waist in a cloud of cotton of singular whiteness, and
87 1 | I rented a little country house last summer on the
88 15| to go into the Supreme Court, was living in the village
89 5 | and gently laps its banks covered with whispering reeds.~
90 25| brave "ego" ridiculed my coward "ego," and never did I realize,
91 1 | an old boating man, and crazy about boating. He was always
92 4 | is often remorseless and cruel, it is true; but it shrieks,
93 5 | amid strange forests and crystal grottoes. The river has
94 1 | who certainly was the most curious specimen I ever met. He
95 28| all about me. I did not dare to rise, and yet I intensely
96 28| edge of the boat. I was dazzled by the most marvellous,
97 29| in the moonlight with the dazzling brilliance of snow. One
98 8 | Deep waves, the dread of kneeling
99 28| intensely longed to do so. I delayed it from moment to moment.
100 28| caution as though my life depended on the slightest sound that
101 5 | The river has only black depths where one rots in the slime.
102 28| fairyland, one of those sights described by travellers on their return
103 25| rival personalities, one desiring a thing, the other resisting,
104 11| The sad despairing tones unto your voice~
105 22| and tensed my muscles in a desperate effort. The anchor held
106 21| breaking this chain, or detaching it from the boat, for it
107 1 | boat, and he will certainly die in a boat at the last.~
108 16| pretty tired, rowing with difficulty my big boat, a twelve-footer,
109 15| further down the river. We dined together every day, sometimes
110 21| Nothing budged. I sat down, disheartened, and began to reflect on
111 28| travellers on their return from distant lands, whom we listen to
112 20| The sound of my voice was distressing to me. So I lay still, but
113 20| slight motion of the boat disturbed me. It seemed to me as if
114 27| paralyzed I listened. A dog was howling, at a great
115 22| over me. The noise was, doubtless, caused by some piece of
116 18| The boat floated downstream with the current, to the
117 23| as if I would feel myself dragged down by the feet to the
118 20| invisible force, or being, were drawing her to the surface of the
119 8 | Deep waves, the dread of kneeling mothers' hearts!~
120 21| my situation. I could not dream of breaking this chain,
121 5 | Dreamers maintain that the sea hides
122 32| perceived a black mass and we drew it on board. It was the
123 24| the fog and that I should drown, no matter how well I could
124 5 | blue where those who are drowned roam among the big fishes,
125 26| motionless, my eyes staring, my ears on the stretch with expectation.
126 28| make; and looked over the edge of the boat. I was dazzled
127 32| board of her joined his efforts to ours, and gradually the
128 29| clear; while it formed on either bank an uninterrupted wall
129 2 | expression changed, he became eloquent, almost poetical. There
130 18| with the current, to the end of the chain, and then stopped,
131 31| lasted I do not know, for I ended by falling asleep. When
132 22| the current, but that was enough, and I again became a prey
133 23| river had slowly become enveloped in a thick white fog which
134 23| reeds which I could not escape, my breath rattling with
135 4 | without a sound; and this eternal motion of flowing water
136 12| As on ye roll at eve by mounting tide."~
137 31| distinguish my boat, nor even my hands, which I held up
138 1 | most curious specimen I ever met. He was an old boating
139 18| not a sound to be heard, except that I occasionally thought
140 22| firm. I sat down again, exhausted.~
141 3 | night things that do not exist, hears sounds that one does
142 25| realize, as on that day, the existence in us of two rival personalities,
143 26| ears on the stretch with expectation. Of what? I did not know,
144 2 | became animated, his whole expression changed, he became eloquent,
145 28| those phantasmagoria of fairyland, one of those sights described
146 31| not know, for I ended by falling asleep. When I opened my
147 23| and all sorts of strange fancies came into my mind. I thought
148 23| the tops of the reeds, and farther off in the distance the
149 23| it seemed as if I would feel myself dragged down by the
150 4 | sailor has not the same feeling for the sea. It is often
151 24| to one that I could not find my way in the fog and that
152 21| However, as the weather was so fine I thought that it probably
153 22| effort. The anchor held firm. I sat down again, exhausted.~
154 30| every few moments I heard, first to the right and then to
155 26| if it had occurred to a fish to jump out of the water,
156 5 | drowned roam among the big fishes, amid strange forests and
157 24| ascend the stream at least five hundred metres before finding
158 21| it was still caught. I flew into a rage and shook the
159 4 | perfidious. It does not speak, it flows along without a sound; and
160 20| felt as though an invisible force, or being, were drawing
161 31| rustling of the reeds and the foreboding sound of the river. I tried
162 23| horribly uncomfortable, my forehead felt as if it had a tight
163 5 | big fishes, amid strange forests and crystal grottoes. The
164 1 | a man between thirty and forty, who certainly was the most
165 24| metres before finding a spot free from grasses and rushes
166 15| house, and one of my closest friends, Louis Bernet who has now
167 20| Suddenly a frog croaked to my right, and
168 15| village of C., two leagues further down the river. We dined
169 5 | light of the rising sun and gently laps its banks covered with
170 28| I said to myself: "Come, get up!" and I was afraid to
171 15| Louis Bernet who has now given up boating, his low shoes
172 10| tide, and this it is that gives~
173 21| rum; I drank two or three glasses, and was able to laugh at
174 17| shone brightly, the river gleamed, the air was calm and soft.
175 29| saw nothing but the river gleaming with light between these
176 32| thought I noticed a shadow gliding past, quite near me. I shouted,
177 20| single bound. The water was glistening, all was calm.~
178 32| did not move. Day came, gloomy gray, rainy and cold, one
179 15| shoes and his bare neck, to go into the Supreme Court,
180 23| fear. I saw myself, lost, going by guesswork in this heavy
181 31| opened my eyes the moon had gone down and the sky was full
182 2 | his life on the water. The good man at once became animated,
183 32| not move. Day came, gloomy gray, rainy and cold, one of
184 5 | strange forests and crystal grottoes. The river has only black
185 23| saw myself, lost, going by guesswork in this heavy fog, struggling
186 32| I saw another boat. We hailed it. The man on board of
187 31| distinguish my boat, nor even my hands, which I held up close to
188 14| singular adventure that happened to me ten years ago.~
189 26| out of the water, as often happens, nothing more would have
190 21| felt a resistance. I pulled harder, the anchor did not come
191 21| stars without any great harm.~
192 3 | things that do not exist, hears sounds that one does not
193 8 | dread of kneeling mothers' hearts!~
194 23| going by guesswork in this heavy fog, struggling about amid
195 23| distinguish, and that the river, hidden by the thick fog, was full
196 5 | Dreamers maintain that the sea hides in its bosom vast tracts
197 16| evening as I was coming home along and was pretty tired,
198 4 | shrieks, it roars, it is honest, the great sea; while the
199 23| swimming all around me. I felt horribly uncomfortable, my forehead
200 28| remained there about an hour, perhaps two, not sleeping,
201 29| The fog which, two hours before, had floated on the
202 27| paralyzed I listened. A dog was howling, at a great distance.~
203 20| me as if she were making huge lurches, from bank to bank
204 18| could perceive an almost imperceptible lapping of the water against
205 26| stupid, inexplicable fear increased, and became terror. I remained
206 26| This stupid, inexplicable fear increased, and became
207 28| last I raised myself with infinite caution as though my life
208 32| the blackness became less intense. All at once I thought I
209 28| dare to rise, and yet I intensely longed to do so. I delayed
210 20| Then I felt as though an invisible force, or being, were drawing
211 2 | great passion, an absorbing, irresistible passion-the river.~
212 23| were formed by groups of Italian poplars. I was as if buried
213 32| The man on board of her joined his efforts to ours, and
214 26| had occurred to a fish to jump out of the water, as often
215 8 | Deep waves, the dread of kneeling mothers' hearts!~
216 22| once there was a little knock at the side of the boat.
217 3 | recognize, trembles without knowing why, as in passing through
218 15| as I am now, in Mother Lafon's house, and one of my closest
219 28| their return from distant lands, whom we listen to without
220 30| midst of such an unusual landscape that the most remarkable
221 31| full of clouds. The water lapped mournfully, the wind was
222 18| an almost imperceptible lapping of the water against the
223 5 | the rising sun and gently laps its banks covered with whispering
224 31| How long this lasted I do not know, for I ended
225 21| glasses, and was able to laugh at the situation. It was
226 24| to ascend the stream at least five hundred metres before
227 21| shaky, and I resolved to leave the spot. I pulled the anchor
228 29| and massed on the banks, leaving the river absolutely clear;
229 30| the right and then to the left, the abrupt, monotonous
230 32| however, the blackness became less intense. All at once I thought
231 20| and lifting her out, to let her fall again. I was tossed
232 20| surface of the water and lifting her out, to let her fall
233 4 | The land seems limited to the river boatman, and
234 4 | no moon, the river seems limitless. A sailor has not the same
235 3 | beside us! You people who live in streets know nothing
236 32| rose, but slowly, slowly, loaded down by a considerable weight.
237 28| rise, and yet I intensely longed to do so. I delayed it from
238 28| sound that I might make; and looked over the edge of the boat.
239 23| with fear. I saw myself, lost, going by guesswork in this
240 15| one of my closest friends, Louis Bernet who has now given
241 15| now given up boating, his low shoes and his bare neck,
242 13| be more sinister than the lugubrious tragedies told by the roaring
243 20| if she were making huge lurches, from bank to bank of the
244 23| the distance the plain, lying white in the moonlight,
245 17| It was a magnificent night, the moon shone brightly,
246 5 | Dreamers maintain that the sea hides in its
247 20| seemed to me as if she were making huge lurches, from bank
248 3 | Ah, he said to me, how many memories I have, connected
249 19| nocturnal singers of the marsh, were silent.~
250 28| was dazzled by the most marvellous, the most astonishing sight
251 32| length we perceived a black mass and we drew it on board.
252 29| gradually cleared off and massed on the banks, leaving the
253 21| from the boat, for it was massive and was riveted at the bows
254 24| that I should drown, no matter how well I could swim.~
255 3 | he said to me, how many memories I have, connected with that
256 3 | listen to a fisherman as he mentions the word. To him it is a
257 1 | curious specimen I ever met. He was an old boating man,
258 30| monotonous and mournful metallic note of the bullfrogs. Strange
259 29| in the midst of a bluish, milky sky.~
260 3 | profound, unknown, a land of mirages and phantasmagoria, where
261 32| that bring one sorrows and misfortunes. I saw another boat. We
262 30| to the left, the abrupt, monotonous and mournful metallic note
263 15| living, as I am now, in Mother Lafon's house, and one of
264 8 | waves, the dread of kneeling mothers' hearts!~
265 26| became terror. I remained motionless, my eyes staring, my ears
266 29| between these two white mountains; and high above my head
267 12| As on ye roll at eve by mounting tide."~
268 31| clouds. The water lapped mournfully, the wind was blowing, it
269 22| the chain and tensed my muscles in a desperate effort. The
270 3 | the word. To him it is a mysterious thing, profound, unknown,
271 20| at the second draw I was nauseated, and gave up trying. I began
272 21| was very warm; so that, if need be, I could sleep out under
273 1 | acquaintance of one of my neighbors, a man between thirty and
274 21| I saw that my nerves were somewhat shaky, and
275 22| became a prey to a strange nervous agitation. I seized the
276 25| ridiculed my coward "ego," and never did I realize, as on that
277 28| my eyes wide open, with nightmares all about me. I did not
278 4 | river boatman, and on dark nights, when there is no moon,
279 24| I could land, there were nine chances to one that I could
280 19| frogs and toads, those nocturnal singers of the marsh, were
281 22| broke out all over me. The noise was, doubtless, caused by
282 20| as in a tempest. I heard noises around me. I sprang to my
283 30| monotonous and mournful metallic note of the bullfrogs. Strange
284 20| mind. But, although I was a noted colorer of pipes, I could
285 | O
286 21| all in vain. Then, with my oars, I turned the boat with
287 18| be heard, except that I occasionally thought I could perceive
288 26| terrible. I believe if it had occurred to a fish to jump out of
289 28| not sleeping, my eyes wide open, with nightmares all about
290 31| by falling asleep. When I opened my eyes the moon had gone
291 32| her joined his efforts to ours, and gradually the anchor
292 27| my throat was absolutely paralyzed I listened. A dog was howling,
293 1 | Seine, several leagues from Paris, and went out there to sleep
294 3 | without knowing why, as in passing through a cemetery -- and
295 2 | was in his heart one great passion, an absorbing, irresistible
296 2 | absorbing, irresistible passion-the river.~
297 32| noticed a shadow gliding past, quite near me. I shouted,
298 23| moonlight, with big black patches rising up from it towards
299 17| was calm and soft. This peacefulness tempted me. I thought to
300 3 | see flowing beside us! You people who live in streets know
301 32| considerable weight. At length we perceived a black mass and we drew
302 19| The river was perfectly calm, but I felt myself
303 4 | the river is silent and perfidious. It does not speak, it flows
304 28| remained there about an hour, perhaps two, not sleeping, my eyes
305 25| existence in us of two rival personalities, one desiring a thing, the
306 20| I was a noted colorer of pipes, I could not smoke; at the
307 31| wind was blowing, it was pitch dark. I drank the rest of
308 23| of swimming away from the place. But then, again, the very
309 23| off in the distance the plain, lying white in the moonlight,
310 17| myself that it would be pleasant to smoke a pipe in this
311 6 | The poet says, speaking of the ocean,~
312 2 | became eloquent, almost poetical. There was in his heart
313 16| breath near the reed-covered point yonder, about two hundred
314 27| my might towards all the points of the compass in succession.
315 23| formed by groups of Italian poplars. I was as if buried to the
316 21| up stream to change the position of the anchor. It was no
317 20| me. So I lay still, but presently the slight motion of the
318 16| coming home along and was pretty tired, rowing with difficulty
319 22| enough, and I again became a prey to a strange nervous agitation.
320 21| so fine I thought that it probably would not be long before
321 3 | it is a mysterious thing, profound, unknown, a land of mirages
322 21| could not raise it. I began pulling again, but all in vain.
323 27| of rum and took several pulls. Then an idea came to me,
324 21| my aid. My ill-luck had quieted me. I sat down and was able,
325 32| noticed a shadow gliding past, quite near me. I shouted, a voice
326 21| still caught. I flew into a rage and shook the chain furiously.
327 16| hundred metres from the railway bridge.~
328 32| Day came, gloomy gray, rainy and cold, one of those days
329 21| the river and I could not raise it. I began pulling again,
330 28| afraid to move. At last I raised myself with infinite caution
331 27| succeeded in becoming almost rational again. I took up my bottle
332 23| could not escape, my breath rattling with fear, neither seeing
333 25| coward "ego," and never did I realize, as on that day, the existence
334 25| I tried to reason with myself. My will made
335 3 | sounds that one does not recognize, trembles without knowing
336 14| have asked for some of my recollections, I will tell you of a singular
337 16| to draw breath near the reed-covered point yonder, about two
338 21| disheartened, and began to reflect on my situation. I could
339 30| landscape that the most remarkable things would not have astonished
340 4 | for the sea. It is often remorseless and cruel, it is true; but
341 1 | I rented a little country house last
342 32| near me. I shouted, a voice replied; it was a fisherman. I called
343 26| nothing more would have been required to make me fall over, stiff
344 21| began to move; then I felt a resistance. I pulled harder, the anchor
345 25| desiring a thing, the other resisting, and each winning the day
346 25| myself. My will made me resolve not to be afraid, but there
347 31| pitch dark. I drank the rest of the rum, then listened,
348 28| described by travellers on their return from distant lands, whom
349 25| afraid of. My brave "ego" ridiculed my coward "ego," and never
350 28| about me. I did not dare to rise, and yet I intensely longed
351 25| the existence in us of two rival personalities, one desiring
352 21| for it was massive and was riveted at the bows to a piece of
353 5 | where those who are drowned roam among the big fishes, amid
354 13| lugubrious tragedies told by the roaring of the waves.~
355 4 | true; but it shrieks, it roars, it is honest, the great
356 32| gradually the anchor yielded. It rose, but slowly, slowly, loaded
357 5 | only black depths where one rots in the slime. It is beautiful,
358 32| told him of my ill-luck. He rowed his boat alongside of mine
359 16| along and was pretty tired, rowing with difficulty my big boat,
360 24| spot free from grasses and rushes where I could land, there
361 31| while I trembled, to the rustling of the reeds and the foreboding
362 | s
363 11| The sad despairing tones unto your
364 29| and high above my head sailed the great full moon, in
365 4 | river seems limitless. A sailor has not the same feeling
366 4 | limitless. A sailor has not the same feeling for the sea. It
367 30| the bullfrogs. Strange to say, I was no longer afraid.
368 6 | The poet says, speaking of the ocean,~
369 18| and then stopped, and I seated myself in the stern on my
370 20| could not smoke; at the second draw I was nauseated, and
371 23| rattling with fear, neither seeing the bank, nor finding my
372 3 | phantasmagoria, where one sees by night things that do
373 22| strange nervous agitation. I seized the chain and tensed my
374 29| uninterrupted wall six or seven metres high, which shone
375 32| once I thought I noticed a shadow gliding past, quite near
376 21| my nerves were somewhat shaky, and I resolved to leave
377 18| reeds which assumed strange shapes and seemed, at times, to
378 20| me. It seemed to me as if she were making huge lurches,
379 18| myself in the stern on my sheepskin and made myself as comfortable
380 15| given up boating, his low shoes and his bare neck, to go
381 21| I flew into a rage and shook the chain furiously. Nothing
382 27| came to me, and I began to shout with all my might towards
383 32| gliding past, quite near me. I shouted, a voice replied; it was
384 4 | cruel, it is true; but it shrieks, it roars, it is honest,
385 20| and close beside me. I shuddered. It ceased, and I heard
386 22| was a little knock at the side of the boat. I gave a start,
387 28| marvellous, the most astonishing sight that it is possible to see.
388 28| fairyland, one of those sights described by travellers
389 19| affected by the unusual silence that surrounded me. All
390 20| gave up trying. I began to sing. The sound of my voice was
391 19| and toads, those nocturnal singers of the marsh, were silent.~
392 20| sprang to my feet with a single bound. The water was glistening,
393 29| bank an uninterrupted wall six or seven metres high, which
394 28| an hour, perhaps two, not sleeping, my eyes wide open, with
395 13| stories whispered by the slender reeds, with their little
396 20| still, but presently the slight motion of the boat disturbed
397 28| my life depended on the slightest sound that I might make;
398 5 | depths where one rots in the slime. It is beautiful, however,
399 29| the dazzling brilliance of snow. One saw nothing but the
400 23| my mind. I thought that someone was trying to climb into
401 21| saw that my nerves were somewhat shaky, and I resolved to
402 20| and resolved to smoke, to soothe my mind. But, although I
403 32| those days that bring one sorrows and misfortunes. I saw another
404 23| singular whiteness, and all sorts of strange fancies came
405 3 | that do not exist, hears sounds that one does not recognize,
406 5 | beautiful, however, when it sparkles in the light of the rising
407 4 | perfidious. It does not speak, it flows along without
408 6 | The poet says, speaking of the ocean,~
409 1 | certainly was the most curious specimen I ever met. He was an old
410 20| heard noises around me. I sprang to my feet with a single
411 26| remained motionless, my eyes staring, my ears on the stretch
412 21| could sleep out under the stars without any great harm.~
413 22| side of the boat. I gave a start, and a cold sweat broke
414 18| and I seated myself in the stern on my sheepskin and made
415 26| required to make me fall over, stiff and unconscious.~
416 32| an old women with a big stone round her neck.~
417 23| the water, so that when I stood up I could see neither the
418 3 | You people who live in streets know nothing about the river.
419 26| staring, my ears on the stretch with expectation. Of what?
420 28| drank some more rum and stretched myself out at the bottom
421 23| guesswork in this heavy fog, struggling about amid the grasses and
422 26| This stupid, inexplicable fear increased,
423 27| However, by a violent effort I succeeded in becoming almost rational
424 27| points of the compass in succession. When my throat was absolutely
425 30| afraid. I was in the midst of such an unusual landscape that
426 20| Suddenly a frog croaked to my right,
427 23| heart beat so that it almost suffocated me, and, almost beside myself,
428 1 | little country house last summer on the banks of the Seine,
429 5 | the light of the rising sun and gently laps its banks
430 15| bare neck, to go into the Supreme Court, was living in the
431 20| were drawing her to the surface of the water and lifting
432 19| the unusual silence that surrounded me. All the creatures, frogs
433 22| gave a start, and a cold sweat broke out all over me. The
434 24| matter how well I could swim.~
435 18| the bank, and I noticed taller groups of reeds which assumed
436 20| was tossed about as in a tempest. I heard noises around me.
437 17| soft. This peacefulness tempted me. I thought to myself
438 14| adventure that happened to me ten years ago.~
439 22| I seized the chain and tensed my muscles in a desperate
440 26| fear increased, and became terror. I remained motionless,
441 9 | Ye tell them to each other as ye roll~
442 13| Well, I think that the stories whispered
443 1 | neighbors, a man between thirty and forty, who certainly
444 21| bottle of rum; I drank two or three glasses, and was able to
445 27| compass in succession. When my throat was absolutely paralyzed
446 3 | knowing why, as in passing through a cemetery -- and it is,
447 23| forehead felt as if it had a tight band round it, my heart
448 18| strange shapes and seemed, at times, to move.~
449 16| home along and was pretty tired, rowing with difficulty
450 19| the creatures, frogs and toads, those nocturnal singers
451 3 | one in which one has no tomb.~
452 11| The sad despairing tones unto your voice~
453 23| could perceive only the tops of the reeds, and farther
454 20| let her fall again. I was tossed about as in a tempest. I
455 20| bank to bank of the river, touching each bank alternately. Then
456 5 | hides in its bosom vast tracts of blue where those who
457 28| those sights described by travellers on their return from distant
458 23| again, the very idea made me tremble with fear. I saw myself,
459 31| then listened, while I trembled, to the rustling of the
460 3 | one does not recognize, trembles without knowing why, as
461 4 | remorseless and cruel, it is true; but it shrieks, it roars,
462 25| each winning the day in turn.~
463 21| vain. Then, with my oars, I turned the boat with its head up
464 16| difficulty my big boat, a twelve-footer, which I always took out
465 23| around me. I felt horribly uncomfortable, my forehead felt as if
466 26| me fall over, stiff and unconscious.~
467 21| need be, I could sleep out under the stars without any great
468 29| formed on either bank an uninterrupted wall six or seven metres
469 3 | mysterious thing, profound, unknown, a land of mirages and phantasmagoria,
470 11| The sad despairing tones unto your voice~
471 21| of the anchor. It was no use, it was still caught. I
472 21| pulling again, but all in vain. Then, with my oars, I turned
473 5 | the sea hides in its bosom vast tracts of blue where those
474 15| Court, was living in the village of C., two leagues further
475 27| However, by a violent effort I succeeded in becoming
476 13| with their little soft voices, must be more sinister than
477 23| was as if buried to the waist in a cloud of cotton of
478 2 | One evening as we were walking along the banks of the Seine
479 29| either bank an uninterrupted wall six or seven metres high,
480 21| the situation. It was very warm; so that, if need be, I
481 23| the bottom of these black waters.~
482 24| that I could not find my way in the fog and that I should
483 21| my arm. However, as the weather was so fine I thought that
484 32| loaded down by a considerable weight. At length we perceived
485 1 | leagues from Paris, and went out there to sleep every
486 13| I think that the stories whispered by the slender reeds, with
487 5 | laps its banks covered with whispering reeds.~
488 23| cloud of cotton of singular whiteness, and all sorts of strange
489 2 | once became animated, his whole expression changed, he became
490 28| return from distant lands, whom we listen to without believing.~
491 3 | trembles without knowing why, as in passing through a
492 28| two, not sleeping, my eyes wide open, with nightmares all
493 31| water lapped mournfully, the wind was blowing, it was pitch
494 25| other resisting, and each winning the day in turn.~
495 32| was the corpse of an old women with a big stone round her
496 3 | fisherman as he mentions the word. To him it is a mysterious
497 14| that happened to me ten years ago.~
498 28| did not dare to rise, and yet I intensely longed to do
499 32| and gradually the anchor yielded. It rose, but slowly, slowly,
500 16| near the reed-covered point yonder, about two hundred metres
501 11| sad despairing tones unto your voice~
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