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"
I
tell
you
what
it
is
:
you
've
got
my
sculls
,
"
he
cries
,
turning
to
bow
;
"
pass
yours
over
.
"
"
Well
,
do
you
know
,
I
've
been
wondering
how
it
was
I
could
n't
get
on
with
these
,
"
answers
bow
,
quite
brightening
up
,
and
most
willingly
assisting
in
the
exchange
.
"
now
we
shall
be
all
right
.
"
But
they
are
not
--
not
even
then
.
Stroke
has
to
stretch
his
arms
nearly
out
of
their
sockets
to
reach
his
sculls
now
;
while
bow
's
pair
,
at
each
recovery
,
hit
him
a
violent
blow
in
the
chest
.
So
they
change
back
again
,
and
come
to
the
conclusion
that
the
man
has
given
them
the
wrong
set
altogether
;
and
over
their
mutual
abuse
of
this
man
they
become
quite
friendly
and
sympathetic
.
George
said
he
had
often
longed
to
take
to
punting
for
a
change
.
Punting
is
not
as
easy
as
it
looks
.
As
in
rowing
,
you
soon
learn
how
to
get
along
and
handle
the
craft
,
but
it
takes
long
practice
before
you
can
do
this
with
dignity
and
without
getting
the
water
all
up
your
sleeve
.
One
young
man
I
knew
had
a
very
sad
accident
happen
to
him
the
first
time
he
went
punting
.
He
had
been
getting
on
so
well
that
he
had
grown
quite
cheeky
over
the
business
,
and
was
walking
up
and
down
the
punt
,
working
his
pole
with
a
careless
grace
that
was
quite
fascinating
to
watch
.
Up
he
would
march
to
the
head
of
the
punt
,
plant
his
pole
,
and
then
run
along
right
to
the
other
end
,
just
like
an
old
punter
.
Oh
!
it
was
grand
.
And
it
would
all
have
gone
on
being
grand
if
he
had
not
unfortunately
,
while
looking
round
to
enjoy
the
scenery
,
taken
just
one
step
more
than
there
was
any
necessity
for
,
and
walked
off
the
punt
altogether
.
The
pole
was
firmly
fixed
in
the
mud
,
and
he
was
left
clinging
to
it
while
the
punt
drifted
away
.
It
was
an
undignified
position
for
him
.
A
rude
boy
on
the
bank
immediately
yelled
out
to
a
lagging
chum
to
"
hurry
up
and
see
real
monkey
on
a
stick
.
"
I
could
not
go
to
his
assistance
,
because
,
as
ill-luck
would
have
it
,
we
had
not
taken
the
proper
precaution
to
bring
out
a
spare
pole
with
us
.
I
could
only
sit
and
look
at
him
.
His
expression
as
the
pole
slowly
sank
with
him
I
shall
never
forget
;
there
was
so
much
thought
in
it
.
I
watched
him
gently
let
down
into
the
water
,
and
saw
him
scramble
out
,
sad
and
wet
.
I
could
not
help
laughing
,
he
looked
such
a
ridiculous
figure
.
I
continued
to
chuckle
to
myself
about
it
for
some
time
,
and
then
it
was
suddenly
forced
in
upon
me
that
really
I
had
got
very
little
to
laugh
at
when
I
came
to
think
of
it
.
Here
was
I
,
alone
in
a
punt
,
without
a
pole
,
drifting
helplessly
down
mid-stream
--
possibly
towards
a
weir
.
I
began
to
feel
very
indignant
with
my
friend
for
having
stepped
overboard
and
gone
off
in
that
way
.
He
might
,
at
all
events
,
have
left
me
the
pole
.
I
drifted
on
for
about
a
quarter
of
a
mile
,
and
then
I
came
in
sight
of
a
fishing-punt
moored
in
mid-stream
,
in
which
sat
two
old
fishermen
.
They
saw
me
bearing
down
upon
them
,
and
they
called
out
to
me
to
keep
out
of
their
way
.
