Троє в човні крім собаки

           Threeweeksafterwards,Imethiminthecoffee-roomofaBathhotel,talkingabouthisvoyages,andexplaining,withenthusiasm,howhelovedthesea. 

           "Goodsailor!"herepliedinanswertoamildyoungman’senviousquery;"well,Ididfeelalittlequeeronce,Iconfess. ItwasoffCapeHorn. Thevesselwaswreckedthenextmorning." 

           Isaid: 

           "Weren’tyoualittleshakybySouthendPieroneday,andwantedtobethrownoverboard?" 

           "SouthendPier!"hereplied,withapuzzledexpression. 

           "Yes;goingdowntoYarmouth,lastFridaythreeweeks." 

           "Oh,ah—yes,"heanswered,brighteningup; "Iremembernow. Ididhaveaheadachethatafternoon. Itwasthepickles,youknow. TheywerethemostdisgracefulpicklesIevertastedinarespectableboat. Didyouhaveany?" 

           Formyself,Ihavediscoveredanexcellentpreventiveagainstsea-sickness,inbalancingmyself. Youstandinthecentreofthedeck,and,astheshipheavesandpitches,youmoveyourbodyabout,soastokeepitalwaysstraight. Whenthefrontoftheshiprises,youleanforward,tillthedeckalmosttouchesyournose;andwhenitsbackendgetsup,youleanbackwards. Thisisallverywellforanhourortwo;butyoucan’tbalanceyourselfforaweek. 

           Georgesaid: 

           "Let’sgouptheriver."