Троє в човні крім собаки

           Onwouldcomethelaunch,whistling,andonwewouldgo,drifting. Ataboutahundredyardsoff,shewouldstartwhistlinglikemad,andthepeoplewouldcomeandleanovertheside,androaratus;butweneverheardthem! Harriswouldbetellingusananecdoteabouthismother,andGeorgeandIwouldnothavemissedawordofitforworlds. 

           Thenthatlaunchwouldgiveonefinalshriekofawhistlethatwouldnearlybursttheboiler,andshewouldreverseherengines,andblowoffsteam,andswingroundandgetaground; everyoneonboardofitwouldrushtothebowandyellatus,andthepeopleonthebankwouldstandandshouttous,andalltheotherpassingboatswouldstopandjoinin,tillthewholeriverformilesupanddownwasinastateoffranticcommotion. AndthenHarriswouldbreakoffinthemostinterestingpartofhisnarrative,andlookupwithmildsurprise,andsaytoGeorge: 

           "Why,George,blessme,ifhereisn’tasteamlaunch!" 

           AndGeorgewouldanswer: 

           "Well,doyouknow,IthoughtIheardsomething!" 

           Uponwhichwewouldgetnervousandconfused,andnotknowhowtogettheboatoutoftheway,andthepeopleinthelaunchwouldcrowdroundandinstructus: 

           "Pullyourright—you,youidiot!backwithyourleft. No,notyou—theotherone—leavethelinesalone,can’tyou—now,bothtogether,notthatway.Oh,you—!"